Hi, so I am super excited that some of y'all have been sharing my writings! They are just blurbs or thoughts but I may write more. Anyway, I thought maybe it would be okay for me to make a master list.
I have been writing for Andrew Pope Cody and Jack Abbot. But I am hoping to get inspiration for some other characters I like to think are my fictional boyfriends. From TV, Movies and Books.
Oh! and only 18+ content! Get away if you are not an adult!
This is shorter than I want it to be but I was at a good stopping point. Enjoy!
Brother's Best Friend!Eddie Masterlist
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You're thankful it’s summer, otherwise you think the rain soaking through your shirt would give you hypothermia. You'd been standing on Eddie’s porch for about 5 minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock. He had offered, and you couldn't take another night of listening to the obscenities coming from your brother and new sister-in-law's room. They could have at least gone on a honeymoon to get most of it out, longer than a weekend in Indianapolis.
So there you stood, on Eddie's porch, soaked to the bone. Runaway bag still in your car in case Eddie had decided to change his mind. You finally knock.
Some thunder rumbles in the distance, and the rain pours harder. Your knock turns less timid in case he could hear over the rain. It was more likely that he was asleep, considering the late hour. You could always just sleep in your car for the night.
The porch light turns on like a little spring of hope in the darkness. You didn't actually want to sleep in your car. The door pulls open, and Eddie stands there, blinking at you in surprise.
“So is that offer still-” you're cut off as he drags you inside.
“What is wrong with you? It's pouring out,” his rub up and down your arms like it was cold and not midsummer.
“Really?” You quip, “I hadn't noticed.”
“Funny,” he scoffs as he pushes the door shut. He turns to stare at you, a dripping puddle in his home, “What are you doing out so late?”
You wring your hair out slightly, cringing as it joins the water at your feet. Eddie disappears down the hall as you answer flatly, “Jack and Adrianna.”
“That bad, huh?” He returns with a towel and drops it on your head. The world goes dark for a second as you let out a frustrated huff. You tug the towel and dry off with it, though your clothes are a lost cause, clinging to you like a second skin.
You fight to ignore the way Eddie's gaze drops as you answer him, “I thought I could just ignore, but it's making me sick to my stomach.”
He grins at your fake gag, “Poor princess, knocked from her tower.”
“That one's terrible,” you point accusingly as you settle the towel on your shoulder. You take a moment to find your nerves and finally ask, “Is it- can I stay… here? Your offer? Is that still on the table?”
“Of course,” he nods, frizzed hair bobbing at the motion, “what else am I gonna do? Kick you out?”
You shrug, “You could. Who knows?”
“Ouch!” his palm presses to his chest in dramatic offense, “You really think I’d do that? To you all people, princess?”
Despite all of Eddie’s playfulness, there’s a hint of worry in his eyes. You forget for just a moment that this boy has vaguely tormented you practically your whole life. You forget that two weeks ago, you would have never considered stepping foot in Eddie’s home like this, just because he was that annoying. You hate your friends for what they’ve done to you. You hug the towel closer around you and softly reply, “No, Eddie, I don't think you would do that.”
He stares at you. His fingers tap against his leg, and then he steps closer, grabbing the corner edge of the towel. You startle slightly as he presses it to the corner of your eye and down your cheek, drying your face.
“Good,” he murmurs, not quite meeting your eye, “I’d have to have a stern talking to myself if I made you think like that.”
All you can do is stare wide-eyed at Eddie, letting him dry your face for you. You're caught in the whirlwind again. Had he always been like this? Had you been ignoring it all only to be annoyed?
Eddie’s eyes drop, like they had in the kitchen the night he’d stayed over. Your lips twitch as you try not to think about him kissing you. You whisper instead, “I should get my stuff.”
“Your stuff?” he murmurs back, stroking a strand of damp hair behind your ear. You don’t think he’s doing any of this on purpose, but he was making all of it really hard.
You step back away from him, and it seems to snap him from wherever he was. His hand drops from the air as you answer, “Yeah, my stuff.”
You gesture to the door, “I brought clothes and things. I mean, I’m not planning on moving in or anything. I just don't know how long the rabbits will be going.”
He snorts at your comment, “Well, this storm probably won’t let up for another hour or so. I'll grab your stuff then. You can borrow something dry.”
“Oh no, that's not-” you try to stop him, but he’s already disappeared down the hall again. The moment he reappears with a pile of clothes, you're back on him, “It's not necessary. I’m already drenched. I'll just run out and grab- what are you doing?”
Eddie's arm hooks over your shoulder, and he pulls you deeper into his home. You’d been here only a few times. All of them were because Jack needed to drop something off for Eddie. You don’t know that you’d ever made it further than the front doorway. Now you were being led deeper and deeper inside to… the bathroom?
You blink as Eddie turns on the light to the small room, seemingly undeterred by your questioning, “Take a shower. Wear my clothes for a bit. I promise I’ll grab your stuff as soon as it stops raining.”
Your lips purse at the offer. A shower and dry clothes did sound nice. There wasn’t anything weird about it being his clothes. You needed to get over yourself. “Fine.”
“Good girl. I’ll be out here if you need anything,” He promptly shuts the door.
You’re going to kill him. You’re going to kill Eddie Munson dead. Who just says that? Good girl. He said it so casually, like you weren't… well, you weren't his anything, you suppose. You were his best friend's little sister, and that’s it. You really needed to get over yourself.
For you, loving Eddie is easy. With your love however, comes the strong constant desire to make sure everyone within the same air as him knows he's yours.
The highly pigmented lipstick you bought? Perfect for leaving obnoxiously noticeable lip prints on Eddie before he leaves for work.
"Okay, babe. I'm off to work."
"Without a kiss?"
"I know better than that."
Eddie pulls you in for a rough and hungry kiss, and your lipstick leaves your mark on him just like you planned.
"Bye, mamas."
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After an excruciating work week, Eddie wants to take you out for a cute dinner date.
You're fixing up your hair when you get a firm whack on your rear end.
"Seriously, Eddie?"
"What? You look good."
"All of this belongs to you."
Eddie clutches his heart with both of his hands.
"Hot damn."
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You usually visit Eddie at his workplace on days where was running late and couldn't pack any lunch.
This time though, a customer is tending to Eddie and she looks very touchy.
It pisses you off when you realize Eddie looks uncomfortable.
"Hey, hun. I brought you lunch."
Eddie looks relieved to see you.
"Thanks, babe. You're a lifesaver."
Eddie pulls you in for what he thinks is going to be a quick kiss.
You grab at his shirt hard enough to wrinkle it, and prolong the kiss. You also make it painfully obvious that you're using tongue.
The woman scowls and leaves the shop.
You pull away, and Eddie looks at you proudly.
"Thank you. She was pushy."
"Need me to cut her hand off?"
"I'm not that crazy, baby. But you are."
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Although Eddie loves your possessiveness, it was notorious that it would cause an argument some day.
"She called you honey! Who does that to a guy obviously sitting with his girlfriend?"
"She was just doing her job."
"I didn't know calling other women's lovers terms of endearment was part of being a waitress."
Eddie closes the front door behind you both, amongst you getting back from a date.
"That's enough."
The firmness of his voice knocks you off guard.
"No, it's not. How many times am I going to have to speak up about us?"
"You don't see everything I do for you. For us."
You know you're being unreasonable, but you're too prideful to admit it.
"What do I have to do to make you believe that you're mine?"
"What do you want to do?"
Though unspoken, the tension rise is the loudest thing in the room.
Then comes the hungry, desperate kiss that Eddie initiates.
Clothes carelessly scattered across the floor.
You and Eddie doesn't even make it to the bedroom.
You softly huff into each other's mouths. Eddie draws a sharp gasp from you every now and then from the unpredictability of the pace of his strong, purposeful thrusts.
eddie munson ptsd whump 🙂↕️ im talking mega breakdown with a side of comfort from reader 🙂↕️okay 1,2,3 go
Eddie Munson x Reader
1.6k - tw: PTSD - thank you anon for the request and the challenge. It really helps! Hope you like it. (I’m scared).
The sunset went down at Mirkwood Creek. A deep orange glow washed over the tall pine trees that framed their campsite that early summer weekend. The smell of sunscreen lingered in the air, and a modest campfire crackled nearby. Dustin's distant, exasperated groans as he tried to shake the sand from his sandals drew a giggle out of Eddie.
His eyes crinkled as if he had just gotten away with something. —Knowing damn well Dustin would pull on a pair of fuzzy socks that night, only to discover they felt like sandpaper. Weird how grit and gravel make their way into people's belongings just like that. Especially if those belongings were tucked safely inside a side pocket of Dustin's backpack.
You could notice Eddie's shenanigans from miles away. “What did you do?” you snickered and bumped his sun-warmed shoulder with yours.
He’d been a menace all day—more than usual. Everybody paid the price. He had driven recklessly on the way there, and when the air was cool enough to raise goosebumps that morning, he had picked you up bridal style and thrown you in the bone-chilling lake.
Eddie had been doing his worst helping Steve with his tent, starting with the manual's last page. Saying it's not his fault; good looks don't come with an average IQ.
So, as you toasted yourself a marshmallow and Eddie poked the embers with a stick, trying desperately to keep the fire alive, Steve still hadn't gotten the god-forsaken tent up.
At one point, he’d made it his personal mission to ruin every single scenery shot Jonathan tried to take. Bonus points if he could put them in an «explicit nature» category.
To everyone else, Eddie looked overly enthusiastic and highly caffeinated. To you, he looked on edge and extremely stressed out. Even as Dustin struggled with said sand, Eddie kept glancing towards the treeline.
Eddie's mouth curled into a grin, but it somehow didn't reach his eyes as it used to. His eyes flickered back to the pine trees ahead. “Oh, whatever do you mean? I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. I’m a beacon of virtue. Angelic. Heaven-sent”.
You looked at him more intently, trying to meet his eyes as your words came out all soft. “Yeah. You are.” You gave him a warm smile and blinked softly. “You're also misunderstood. Sensitive.”
Eddie cleared his throat and suddenly had a hard time stopping his leg from bouncing. Although clearly uncomfortable, you gently pressed on.
“…and quietly hurting?”
«You’re being ridiculous.» The smile was gone, and so was the glimmer in his eyes. He poked the fire even harder.
“You don't have to keep it to yourself”. You tried to lay a reassuring hand on Eddie's shoulder, but he abruptly snapped up in a tense position, giving you no time to recalibrate the situation.
“STOP!” He looked right at you then, like he’d taken a bullet to the chest. «You need to fucking stop!»
He could see you trying to scramble for the right words to smooth things over with something —anything. But Eddie couldn't have you saying another word. In desperate need of keeping the almost see-through wall intact, he got right up in your face.
“Just because you’ve got that fancy degree doesn’t mean you’ve got me all figured out! I’m not one of your case studies!” Eddie's breaths came in quick, shallow bursts.
Everybody stood speechless at the commotion in front of them. Steve made a nervous, half-hearted attempt to calm everything down, but to no avail.
“So stop looking at me like that!” Eddie had frozen in place and still hadn't fucking blinked.
“Like what?” Oh, you knew how you looked at him, with a downward smile and glistening eyes filled with sadness that wasn't your own.
He points at you with a trembling finger as he gets even closer. “Like you know shit!”
You stared each other down. Both are out of breath. Eddie forced down a swallow, finding his mouth dry. And as if the motion grounded him for just a second, he suddenly forced himself to take a brief look around.
The campfire had burned low. The darkness had crept closer than he’d realized. Back stood the group in its entirety, dumbfounded, the ones that had supported him since that cursed day. Suddenly, nowhere felt safe. Not even with them.
The air felt heavier, and alarm bells rang in his ears. The uneasy feeling in his gut only grew stronger. He couldn't bear to look at you again. Instead, he took a couple of cautious steps back before turning around completely and breaking into a run through the dark forest.
The camping trip was supposed to be fun. Now every snapped twig made Eddie twitch, dread getting stronger every passing minute. He had signed up for bad jokes and burnt hot dogs. Now the smoke reeked of fear. Now he had to deal with this shit. Again.
The forest only became more unsettling as he went on. It swallowed all sound, leaving only his own footsteps and hammering heart.
The sudden sound of a bird flapping was the final nail in the coffin. He had heard that sound before —bigger, louder, and closer. And he had been alone in this kind of darkness before — colder, mustier. More depressing.
There, he had fought for the lives of the very people that had to drag him out of the damp, rotten earth -dying. Now he had promised them a normal get-together that summer. And he couldn't even give them that.
Eddie's lungs started to burn to the point where he couldn't for the life of him catch his breath. The racing pulse made him dizzy and weak-kneed. His legs gave out beneath him as the forest blurred at the edges.
He felt disconnected from his body and yet still braced himself for danger as he lost control over what was reality and what was not.
As Eddie's vision blurred fully, tears slipped free unnoticed. He didn't realize he was crying until he tasted salt on his lips.
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You found him sitting at the base of a pine tree, shoulders hunched and head bowed, and for a moment, you just stood there, taking him in. His knees hugged his chest, and his back shook with anxiety.
“Eddie?” His name left your lips softly, to let him know you’re there, careful not to startle him. You didn't expect an answer, and you didn't get one.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
When Eddie didn’t object, you slowly lowered yourself onto the forest floor a few feet away, making sure he could see every movement you made. Making sure he felt he could ask you to leave at any time.
For a moment, words felt unnecessary. So you waited.
“I’m… I’m struggling to…To breathe”. His eyes flickered to you, then everything came crashing down, and you didn't want to wait any longer.
You took it as permission to come close. And as you held Eddie in your arms, he cried. You took slow, even breaths, a little deeper than normal, hoping he would catch on.
Eddie cried until the woods settled around them, filled with only the rustles of summery leaves and the soft murmur of the lake. He was exhausted, and the fight had drained out of him in the end.
“I’m here”, you soothed him, slow and steady. “I’m here”.
His shoulders seemed to sag ever so slightly. Your thumb continued its slow path across his skin. Eddie could smell the comforting scent of your sunscreen, could see your golden necklace shimmer in the moonlight, and could hear your steady heartbeat. Fear left him slowly.
“You’re right, you know? I don't know what happened that day”. You tested the waters carefully and swallowed. “But I know you, Eddie.”
Eddie sniffled and used his t-shirt to rub the tears from his eyes. “They see you joking around. Acting as nothing happened.”
“But it did happen.” You looked at each other, and the sight almost broke you. With no walls left to hide behind, he showed signs of months of exhaustion.
“You jumped right back into life like you didn’t almost lose it. I must be hard feeling like you're stuck, watching everybody else move on.”
Eddie's eyes filled with tears once again, not from fear but from bone-deep weariness. The lump in your throat made the next words come out even quieter as you blinked away your own tears. “I don't want you to keep pretending you’re okay, Eddie”.
“I'm so fucking tired,” he groaned through his tear-soaked shirt.
“You want to go home?” you said it so easily, and without a second thought, Eddie almost didn't have to feel guilty for saying yes. Instead, he pondered for a second.
“I don't know.” He said, still so defeated. Too worn out to choose.
“I’ll stay with you, and we'll figure it out in the morning”. You held Eddie close and ruffled his curls.
He hugged his knees and leaned a damp cheek on his arms, looking back at you with red-rimmed eyes. “I'm sorry”.
“Don’t you ever be sorry”. A moment passed without a sound, before you let out a laugh through your nose. “…I’ve seen you do worse things than cry”.
He raised an eyebrow at that. “Jesus Christ, read the room”. He tried so hard to hide a smile. “What?”
You side-eyed Eddie with a smirk, taking your time. “…You trying to flirt.”
The gasp Eddie let out was heard all the way over to Steve's fortunately done tent. And as the group made their way to their warm sleeping bags and sandy, fluffy socks, they could hear the familiar, laughing banter as a calming lullaby.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: A one-time attempt to scratch an itch turns into something you aren’t prepared for when you realize that Eddie “The Freak” Munson is more than he seems.
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Smut: making love, praise, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, coming inside, PIV sex, protected sex (birth control)
Content: no Y/N, Dual POV, opposites attract, secret relationship, friends with benefits to lovers, Bitch!Reader, you and Eddie get to be a couple, 2416/17415 words
A/N: Almost teared up skimming over this chapter. I love them so much.
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Chapter 7 - Just the Two of Us - You
“There’s something seriously wrong with you.”
Eddie turns his nose up at you. “Hate all you want, but mint chocolate chip is, like, top three ice cream flavors.”
“Mint doesn’t belong anywhere near sweets. It’s good for toothpaste and chewing gum and that’s it,” you say, staring at the stretch of Lake Michigan to your right instead of at the buffoon to your left.
Eddie throws his hands up, which means he drags yours with the one he’s not holding his ice cream cone with. “Um, hello? Candy canes? Peppermint bark?” He lets his hands fall back down. Your two joined hands swing between you.
“It’s not Christmas, Eddie. Santa can’t save you from that criminal taste in ice cream.”
“Well, you chose salted caramel,” he says, pointing at your cone with his own. “If my taste is plain criminal, yours is criminally boring.”
“Caramel is a classic, and you know it.”
“Hmm, maybe.” He mimics tapping his chin in thought with the ice cream cone. You laugh when the wind catches his hair and blows it onto his scoop, but you grimace when he uses both your hands to clean the mess and licks the sugar off your skin. “You’ll have to give me a taste to convince me.”
“Oh, hell no,” you say, pulling your cone away from him. “Maybe if you chose an actually tolerable flavor, I’d share, but you’ve got nothing to barter with.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll have to figure out another way.”
You’re shocked when his lips meet yours. Admittedly, the chocolatey, minty taste isn’t half bad coming from his mouth. When you open your eyes, he has both cones in one hand. He licks a broad strip of cream off yours.
“Eddie!”
“You’re right. This is good.” He actually takes a fucking bite out of it before you manage to snatch it back.
“I ought to throw you off this pier,” you grumble, staring at the big chomp mark in your ice cream with disdain.
“Oh, but you’d miss me too much,” Eddie coos, leaning into your space so much you almost lose balance.
“You don’t understand how serious I am about ice cream,” you threaten.
“Oh, I can’t only begin to imagine the evils the sorceress might unleash,” Eddie teases.
“Horrors beyond your mortal comprehension.”
Eddie sighs wistfully, throwing his head back. “God, we really need to get you back into D&D. There’s a nerd buried under that tough outer shell, I just know it.”
“I’ve actually been thinking . . .”
Eddie looks at you over his ice cream cone.
“I was wondering if you might want to DM for me and my brother sometime?” you suggest, tucking your shoulders up your neck.
Eddie smiles, showing off his dimples. “I would be honored,” he says, tucking his hand, cone and all, to his chest.
“Stop playing around with that thing. You’ll make a mess,” you laugh, shoving his fist away from his shirt before he can manage to leave behind a green stain.
In response, Eddie chomps down the rest of the cone until there’s not a trace left behind except for the roundness of his cheeks before he manages to swallow it down. “Problem solved.”
“You’re such a boy,” you laugh, wiping a bit of cream from the corner of his mouth and licking it off your finger.
Eddie grins. “I knew you liked it.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Or do you just like me?” he teases. You can’t even begin to comment before he’s pulled you both to a stop to kiss you, taking advantage of his now free hand to hold your cheek. His lips are cold from scarfing down ice cream, but you couldn’t care if you tried.
“You got me, officer,” you whisper when he finally pulls away.
You shiver when a particularly harsh wind blows straight through you. “Ice cream was a horrible idea. How is it still this fucking cold out? It’s spring.”
“It’s also Chicago,” Eddie laughs, running his hands up and down your arms. “Want to head back to the hotel?”
“Yeah. I’m freezing my ass off.”
“Oh, my word! We simply can’t let that happen,” Eddie blanches, yanking the cone from your hand and shoving it into his mouth. “We must make haste,” he says through crumbled sugar and melting cream.
“You’re lucky I like you because that was the most unattractive thing I’ve ever witnessed,” you say as he tugs you back up the path.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it all up when I show you how I look fresh out the shower. Literal Adonis.”
“You can’t call yourself an Adonis, Eddie, unless you’re Narcissus.”
“Nerd,” he scoffs.
“Dork,” you reply. The hotel appears around the corner.
Booking a hotel was easy enough since both you and Eddie are adults. You don’t know what the hell you would’ve done otherwise. Stealing one of your dad’s credit cards was the cherry on top. It’s bought you gas, breakfast, lunch, dinner with a live band that Eddie loved, a trip to the arcade, and, of course, ice cream.
“Thank you,” you say, shaking Eddie’s hand to steal his attention away from the door he’s propped open for you. “For agreeing to this.”
Eddie flashes through expressions, trying to find what to say. “Well, you know.”
You walk in silence to your room door, where Eddie unlocks it and lets you in first like the gentleman he is.
“I have a hard time letting people in,” you continue after dropping onto the bed like a bunch of stones.
“No kidding,” he gasps, sitting next to you. You punch him in the shoulder.
“When you let people in, they, sort of, gain power over you. They can hurt you. I think I prefer to be the one that does the hurting.”
You bump your knee against Eddie’s. “But I couldn’t keep you out, not without losing you. I thought I could play it halfway, but I just ended up hurting us both.”
“We can’t all be devilishly handsome, super well-adjusted individuals,” Eddie jokes.
“Right,” you say, rolling your eyes.
Eddie takes your hand in his.
“You know, for the longest time I couldn’t figure out why the hell I stuck with you when you treated me like absolute shit.”
You bite your lip, holding onto Eddie’s hand like he might vanish.
“That first night, I thought there was no way in hell a girl like you would ever look at me,” he continues. “I figured it must’ve been some joke, until you kept coming around, until it seemed like you actually cared about what I had to say. And I guess, even though I wasn’t sure if you wanted me for me, I really wanted to keep trying. I thought if I stuck it out, one day you might really see me . . . like I saw you.”
“I do see you,” you say, taking Eddie’s face in your hand. “I meant it when I said you were different from what I thought you were. You were sweet and respectful even when I was a bitch to you, and incredibly smart and funny, if a little weird. You’re the first person that made me feel like I was worth giving a damn about.”
“You might be the only person worth giving a damn about,” you finish.
Eddie smiles and kisses you on the forehead. Every time Eddie’s lips meet your skin it’s like the world falls away. All the background noise fades like shutting off a radio. The dust clears to reveal a clear, blue sky.
You pull him down to meet your lips, wondering if you can share that feeling with him if you try hard enough. You want to give him everything he deserves, everything you kept from him. His warm, brown eyes shine when you pull away. His hands hold you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
“Eddie, I—I know I said no sex, but I really want to have sex with you right now,” you babble. “Only if that’s okay! I mean, if you want to. Because I want you to know that you aren’t just sex for me. You’re more than that, but I also, you know, I really—”
“Hey, it’s all right,” Eddie laughs. “I am not offended that you think I’m so totally irresistible that you can’t even wait a full week without sinking your teeth into me.”
“Well, I didn’t say all that,” you mumble out of the corner of your mouth.
Eddie grabs your chin, pulling you up from your pout. “This might come as a surprise to you, but I also really want to have sex with you.”
“Right. Cool,” you say.
“‘Cool,’” Eddie snorts.
You slap your hand over your eyes. “Oh my god. When did I get so lame?”
Eddie slides your hand back down. “That’s all right. I like lame.”
“You would—”
Eddie interrupts your comeback with his kiss. You fumble for each other’s clothes, letting pieces fall as they may.
When he pulls back, it takes a moment before you realize why Eddie is smiling at you. A deep rush of heat bubbles up to your face when you’re confronted with your underwear choice.
“Hey. I was serious about the no sex thing,” you say, slapping him on the arm. Your bra is a nude color, and your underwear is worn cotton. Hardly sexy.
“You’re beautiful,” Eddie says against your cheek.
“Hard to trust you when you’re grinning like that,” you mumble.
He sits back. “You are beautiful. I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am,” he says, making sure you meet his gaze as he does.
“Considering I broke your heart, I would say I’m the lucky one.”
He laughs, kisses you once on the lips, and moves on to slide off the last bits of coverage you have left. You’re not surprised when he shifts down your body without a word, reintroducing his tongue to your body after a week of separation. It caresses and sucks at your breast until finding home between your legs.
He doesn’t abuse you like the last time, when he riddled your body numb with pleasure. Eddie’s tongue is gentle and savoring as he sucks at your clit and dips into your cunt. You soothe his hair, which he’s forgotten to tie back in his eagerness to undo you.
Eddie squeezes two orgasms out of you before he lets you tug him back up to meet your lips. The intimate taste of you lingers on his tongue, but you’ve started to get used to the flavor. Cleaning him up isn’t worth the wasted seconds you could spend kissing him.
“Need you inside me,” you whisper into his glistening mouth.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he says with a hint of panic in his voice that makes you smile.
“You should know by now you don’t need one,” you remind him.
“Right. Right,” he mumbles between kisses.
You used to hate being on the bottom for the lack of control it gave you. On top, it’s you who picks the moment things start and end, the speed at which it happens. You’re the one who makes someone fall apart.
Eddie has never made you feel out of control, even when he’s the one setting the pace. So, you don’t say a word when he lines himself up. You don’t flip him over like you used to.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and it’s so sweet you could cry. You smile and press a kiss to his cheek. There’s no fear this time as you tell him to continue.
He slides in with ease. You’d like to think that Eddie belongs inside you because of the way your body never fights him, even though you know it’s thanks to his diligence in having you warmed up before he even gets near you.
“Always feel so good,” he whispers into your ear when he bottoms out. You whine as he takes up deep, grinding thrusts that provide a delicious pressure to your clit. He grunts when you respond by digging your fingers deep into his hair and tugging.
“Eddie,” you whine, circling your hips in time with his movements.
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, baby. Say my name.” His hand slides down between you to massage your clit as he switches to fuller, faster thrusts.
“Eddie,” you repeat, ignoring the flush that builds at the intimacy of the word. He groans again, his deep voice rumbling throughout your whole body. It sends a shock through your cunt, something primal.
“That’s my girl. My sweet girl. So good for me,” he praises.
You keep moaning his name, body delighting in the rewarding groans and thrusts it coaxes out of him. You scream for him until your words melt into whines. Eddie smiles and coos as you reach another orgasm, slowing his thrusts to ease you through the wave of pleasure that leaves you spasming.
Clarity returns to you. Your chest feels full as you drag Eddie down into a kiss, rolling your hips against his and drinking in his moans. You crave him. You’ll never stop craving him.
“Eddie,” you murmur. “Come for me, baby.”
He whimpers through his panting breaths, meeting your hips sloppily as his own climax edges closer. You gasp as his come spills into you, some deep part of you thrilled at the idea of him leaving his mark on you. You kiss him through his broken moans, fighting the smile that breaks through on your lips.
“Eddie. Oh, Eddie.” You whisper his name until the syllables start to lose meaning. His hand drifts up to clench onto one of your arms, thumb running up and down your skin.
“Are you okay?” he asks, a bit of wonder in his voice and his eyes still closed from his orgasm.
You flip him over, smothering his face in kisses until the giggles racking through your body muddy your affections. Eddie laughs, hands latching onto your hips as you pummel him with kisses. He hums when you finally settle on his lips for a slow, tender kiss.
“Eddie,” you say when you finally pull away to sit on his stomach. “I think—” You freeze, smile faltering as that fear returns. “I think I love you, Eddie.”
You watch with a tender heart as Eddie’s face shifts from awe to pure bliss. He grins so deep his dimples catch the light. His knuckles brush against your cheek.
“I think I love you, too.”
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i know that shipper goggles can be sooo annoying to the average viewer but not me !! i saw that turkish man be rude in the first episode of big mistakes and i said ohh we’ve got tension
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the frustrating thing about comedies where one person creates all the chaos for the other person and then gets very upset and hurt when they are called out on this pattern of behavior so that the other person is made to look like the bad guy who has to apologize to the one who always fucks everything up and never takes accountability...is that it's a fundamentally unfunny way of presenting the buddy duo trope and yet it constantly happens.
morgan is a really fun character and I like her a lot, but the way she immediately throws a tantrum and breaks down when Nicky yells at her for yet again creating a mess of her own entire doing that impacts him to the point of his life literally being in danger, is really really tiresome.
sometimes you are in fact the problem and it is in fact your fault that your family or friends don't want to be around you anymore.
I have so much I want to reply to this! And not in a hateful way because I agree!
But I am the Morgon of my family. Not to her extreme. But I am definitely the middle child. a girl. caused chaos, drama, and problems that I roped my siblings and parents into. And I know how they felt. How disappointed and with no belief.
But I did learn my lesson. I can say from experience that we really know what we are doing. I promise, in our heads, it's like the bell jar... like our conscience is screaming for us to stop these habits to grow up, but we still get involved over and over. And the change isn't going to happen until rock bottom or removing yourself from either that lifestyle or the one where your loved ones have to take care of you.
It can get lonely. But it can happen. And it takes time, depending on every single person. because we hurt them. When we ask for forgiveness, they have every right not to give it until they are ready, if they even do give it.
And I actually read my horoscope today, and it mentioned that I grew up thinking every single thing in my life has to be big and dramatic. And that I didn't know until well into adulthood that it really isn't supposed to be. I'm allowed to not have to have the next event lined up right after the other.
I can get into this so much more, but I totally agree with you. Shows and movies are obviously way more extreme than what I've actually been through.
But I can say for lots and lots of middle children, black sheep. that no one hates us more than ourselves. And we have to seek out this validation and proof that you love us before we allow ourselves to. And it's hard to change that.
I do want to point out that we also grew up with a very narcissistic parental figure who makes mountains out of every mole hill and who always, always made everything about them. and still do. They can hear a story about your friend that they never met, and somehow twist that shit into some sob story about them.
So this is for Linda- Linda sweetie... I can't wait until you find out this is all your fault. You won't own up to it. But we all know.
