Speaking of being high! I had a thot bubble about eddie and his low tolerance gf where she accidentally eats the yummy looking brownies sitting on the kitchen counter and ed doesn’t know whether to freak out or laugh his ass off 🤭
Brought on by my resolution to stop smoking 🍃 this year. I need to find other options tho bc I’m not raw dogging life, I just can’t do it lmao😅
anon you're speaking to my soul rn... i had a vague resolution to quit the weed in the new year but here i am a week into january and still on it. let's make a pact to be kind and gentle to ourselves bc no moving forward will happen thru shame!!
is now a good time to bring up my intox kink. like. i want to get so high and loose limbed and goofy on Eddie's strongest strain that i'm like a little ragdoll full of nothing but wet warmth and orgasms for him <3 <3 wanna hear him whining in my ear about how good i feel all opened up and pliable for him <3
and i knowwww he'd be so sweet too with a low tolerance partner!! maybe a little condescending. okay maybe a lot. rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip and making it pop and kissing you and cooing at you a little patronizing but still kind like Awww sweetheart. You smoke too much? Need Eddie to take care of you? because he totally would refer to himself in third person when you get like this. idk something about his soft dom energy really comes to play when you're out of it!!!
eddies so pretty I wanna lick up the whole side of his face like a lollipop
which on the receiving end sounds like a sensory nightmare of warm and wet and so gross but I think he'd be into it
kicking my feet and writing in my diary with one of those pens with the fuzzy ball at the end while I daydream about all the places of his I'd like to get my tongue on. face... fingers... treasure trail... *dreamy sigh* dick
i want to do things to him with my tongue that are so obscene and messy but you're right. most assuredly. that lil freak (affectionate) would indeed be into it.
he's rubbing your spit into his skin after you lick him. opening his mouth and asking for more <3
the concept of super tatted up metalhead eddie with your tiny baby in a cute, ruffly little pink onesie.... i'm ovulating. releasing eggs as we speak. oh my god. i need to make that man a father. i need to wake up in the middle of the night to see him already up with the baby so you can get some more sleep. eddie doing tummy time with the baby. eddie coming up with songs when feeding mushed veggies to the baby. please... my ovaries...
i literally hit the Miyazaki pose at my desk w this anon. glasses and everything.
Eddie with zero qualms about his own color scheme. pink diaper bag slung over one shoulder pink tutu and onesie for his baby girl purple blankey in the crook of his other elbow.....
fuckkkk me. i think i'm ovulating after these last few. #collectiveovulation has begun fr...
We already know our neighbor is good in a pinch if something breaks in our apartment (lord help us if the a.c. went out during this egregious heat wave 🥵), but it stands to reason he’d also be good helping to put new furniture together…
Say if he broke our bed and we had to get a new one 😈
I hope it’s not deeply obvious I need an Eddie in my life to fix things for me by the way I describe the bed issue as loosely as possible. this was written in a 20 minute fever don’t look too close!!!! thank you and good night
cw: husky!neighbor!Eddie, he’s older ya’ll but i leave the age to ur discretion, plussized/fat!reader with breasts, flirting
more of neighbor!Eddie here!
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The lemonade glass is frosty in your hand as you lean a shoulder against your bedroom doorway, pausing a moment to take in the sight.
Eddie’s sitting shirtless by the bed, just a faded pair of black boxers between his ass and the floorboards.
Not that you’re complaining. Sometimes, you turn the AC in your apartment down just to get him to strip quicker.
A rusted metal toolbox is tipped on its side, various random items spread between the V of Eddie’s legs as he leans forward and back, switching his tool of choice to a screwdriver and snaking one long arm underneath the bed frame again.
“That mine?” He asks, brows leaving their concentrated furrow to crook your direction.
“Maybe.” You take a languid, cool sip, just skimming off the top as you evaluate. “You fix my bed yet?”
Eddie scoffs. Tries to hide the curl of his smile with a shake of his head, hair loose and cascading around the tops of his bare shoulders. “Unbelievable. ‘Least a guy can ask for is a hot young thing to bring him a drink after all this physical labor.”
“Physical labor, right.” The sarcasm drips along with the condensation of the drink, but you’re smiling, too, as you step into the room to extend the glass downwards. “Should’ve given that some consideration before you fucked me so hard you fucked my bed up, too.”
“As I recall-”
The partial view of Eddie’s upper right forearm is tantalizing, muscles rippling as he screws something loose into place, not even needing to look- his eyes are on yours as he takes the glass in his left hand.
“-you were sure as hell beggin’ me to keep going. Might do you good to share the blame, sweetheart.”
You sigh, like it pains you to lean down and pick up some of the scattered tools (really, it’s an attempt to redirect Eddie to your ass, successful based on the sudden jumping noise his screwdriver makes). “Fine. I’ll agree to a thirty/fifty split if you get it up and running again for tonight.”
Eddie tosses the last tool back into the righted box, takes a big gulp of lemonade, and winks. “You got plans for the evening, already?”
He shuffles to kneel, pulling you in by the waist, grinning when you softly push at his forehead- “Yes, you maniac- my plans include sleeping. It’s already 11 and we have to get our beauty sleep after all that recreation.”
“You’re pretty enough for the both of us.”
Eddie sets the glass on the floor, then kisses his way up your body as he stands- one for each of your bare thighs, your tummy and breastbone through the soft fabric of your tee, and finally, just behind your ear. “Besides, can’t sleep on that bed for another 12 hours. Gotta let the hinges reset.”
One of his big palms slides to cup the back of your head. It’s second nature to let your neck relax into the hold, to allow his lips to suck a mark at the base of your throat while your arms find rest across his broad shoulders.
Your fingers trail gently at the edges of his full back tattoo, lines you’ve memorized and could recreate sightless, as you murmur, “Sure you didn’t just make that up to take advantage of my handy-less ness?”
“Oh, you’re plenty handy, baby,” Eddie says, drawing back only to look down at you with eyes dark as cocoa, faint grin still at the corners of his lips. “What’cha say we scoot across the hall and do some more damage to a working bed frame?”
I don't know if maybe I'm sensory seeking rn tbh but I am very craving my hands on his head. Petting his hair on the top of his head, following his curls down to his neck and shoulders. He's got a nice weight to that ol brain of his, so it feels nice when he lays on top of you with his head against your chest and when he's like that, you can get a full range of petting from his head to the middle of his back. Maybe down his nose and across his jaw too, a little massage for his ear. Just something about the repetitive motion and the feeling of his hair, clothes, and skin beneath my palms sounds so nice.
yeah mhm yeah. yes. taking notes
i would pet that boy so goooooood. he's so sensory seeking too you know he'd love the feeling of your hands on him, the gentle scratch of your nails, the soft exploration of your fingers. I want him to lie down on top of me and let me pet him for two hours. MINIMUM. PLEASE!!!!!
something something husky neighbor Eddie and taking a nap except it's just me using him like a massive pillow and snoring right under his ear and probably drooling a lil tbh and then I wake up all gross and warm and sticky and feel like I've transported dimensions but he's still there not minding that his neck is a lil wet and his arm is full of pins and needles and ignores the post nap breath in favor for a kiss and offers water and to make dinner
idk craving that warm fuzzy kind of not awake feeling after a good nap and also just to be coddled a little bit tbh
also new idea! free use agreement with husky neighbor Eddie but instead of sex it's just "when I want to sleep you have to lay down with me"
i love the type of nap that makes you sweaty and also we don't talk about husky!Eddie's sweat enough. SCENT KINK WOULD GO CRAZY with him .... get me up under that armpit boy let me in
i wrote into a fic once that this version of Eddie doesn't like to take naps so this fits into our canon nicely bc i think he NEEDS THEM. grumpy as hell by the end of his day sometimes from all that manual labor and at a ripe 2pm you're like you know what would go so hard right now... a two-hour-long nap with you on toppa me....
OH OH OH STEDDIE!! I feel like they’re into casual sexual intimacy! Like yeah it’s sexual duh but also like they’re just watching tv and Eddie is sucking r’s tits 🤷♀️ And Steve is such a cockwarming guy, he just wants to be as close as possible to you at all times.
😵💫
yeah.... yeah. toeing the line between We're Fucking Later and Just Wanna Be Close Now.
Steve Harrington, clinger extraordinaire- smushing his face between your neck and collarbone just to smell u. keeping a light finger between your legs on the couch, barely brushing your clit, just wanting to feel how warm you are, 's all.
Eddie Munson, affectionate beast no. 2- can't keep his fucking hands off you fr!!!! drapes his body over you in the kitchen like a giant cat, deeply unhelpful while cooking but huge plus for u both that he gets to be close. later, absently palming your breast underneath the bra while he reads a paperback with his other hand.
and the boys combined???? forget about it. u rarely have a moment free of their touch and u wouldn't have it any other way. <3 <3
so roommates... mixed laundry... is roommate Eddie a panty thief? if so, was this an occurrence before the get-together or more so after? Like how much perving does he do before and after? Especially now that the apartment is neutral territory? I feel like there's a lot of opportunities. mixed laundry as said before, coming out of the shower, sweltering hot days when going basically bare is the only way to combat the heat
like when it's just them in the apartment there's no reason he should stop from going "damn.. that ass looks heavy, need me to carry it for you? 😏 haha jk... unless 👀" and just being a little perv pest to roommate reader at times
ummmmmm yeah I do i do think this actually wait (+18 mdni)
underwear freak behavior you've been warned 😏
i think the first time was pre-relationship/hooking up and he did it by accident... but still kept them overnight bc they smelled like your perfume somehow even after the wash. then felt really guilty about it next morning and waited until you were at work to sneak them back into your drawer like nothing happened </3
the second time tho he does it on purpose because you'd just hooked up for the nth time and he was in your room by himself for a sec and... he just wanted to <3 so there <3 takes a sweet lacy pair from the top drawer <3
this time you noticed tho.
you make a big deal of it, half-laughing because it's hard to be too mad, more shocked and amused than anything- "did you take my underwear? seriously, Eddie, the black ones are my best pair and I need 'em back."
and he goes so red in the face. truly caught red-handed. gets all shifty and blustery like "wh!! what?! that's sick. I would never do that. that's crazy. that's- what are those? never seen 'em before in my life."
you'd beelined for his top dresser drawer and found them shoved into the back corner. they're dangling obscenely from your finger now.
Eddie's brows are halfway up his forehead, big doey eyes adding to the picture of innocence. you step into his space and his lungs just... pause.
"these aren't even used, silly," you breathe, lips almost touching his. "but the two pairs of boxers I've got of yours are. and they're hidden much better."
Eddie blinks. relearns how to inhale. "wear 'em for me, then?"
