a mildly suggestive and smutty but extremely fluffy little bit of goofy eddie bc he is my boyfriend and i love him — brought to you bc my fiancée did this the other night and it immediately gave me eddie vibes
(reader with breasts & a vagina)
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 +𝟏𝟖 under the cut
you’re still a little fuzzy with the lingering fog of your orgasm when eddie begins to make his way back up your body, marking his path with a series of wet kisses as he goes. when he exhales, his breath meets the sticky dampness that his face has smeared from your cunt up your belly, the rush of air feeling startlingly cool against your skin. there’s a sharp rise and fall in your chest as you come down, your chin tipped down to your chest so you can watch eddie pepper your ribcage with loud, suckling kisses.
a yelp tumbles past your lips when he nips at the underside of your breast, teeth pinching at the sensitive skin sharply. you half-heartedly push at him, shaky hands smacking at his mess of curls in reprimand, but eddie isn’t deterred. instead, he chuckles and continues pressing soft kisses all around the curve of your breast.
his affection has the hands that you were using to nudge him away only a second before curling into his hair as his lips find your right nipple. you stroke softly over his head, patting down his curls while a contented sigh slipping past your lips in response to his gentle kisses.
his pace slows, though he continues to worship you inch by inch. he moves on to your other breast, digging his nose into the fat as he breathes you in. it’s then that his hands slide past your waist and up your ribs, pushing your tits up and to the center of your chest until they’re pressing in around his face. an aggressive shake of his head accompanied by a muffled growl is enough to draw a tired giggle from you, your thumb stroking soft over the apple of his cheek as you attempt to drag him up.
but eddie fights your hold, instead letting out a groan into the soft skin of your breasts, his words thereafter muffled against them, “I wanna live here.”
another laugh bubbles up and slips past your lips, “between my boobs?” you question, voice dripping with entirely too much adoration and fondness.
eddie hums, a sound of agreement, but quickly continues when you only laugh. “’m serious. I could stay here forever.”
as if to back up his words, he gives another shake of his head, nuzzling himself further into the suffocating plushness of your breasts.
“please.” you laugh, “you’d never last, you love kissing me too much. and you’ll have to stop motorboating me if you want-”
you don’t get to finish your words before eddie is abandoning your chest to crawl the rest of the way up your torso. he comes to a stop as his long limbs cage you in against the mattress and then he drops down against you suddenly. he crushes you with the weight of his body, dark curls tickling at your cheeks and neck as he dips his head to crash his lips against yours in a collision that’s more laughter and teeth than it is kiss.
I really don't know if it's the angle, position, shape, size or whatever, but Art Atwood always had one of the most visually appealing muscle titties out there. I've never been able to see the same in anybody else.
