A/n- I do write for me, but it is nice to get likes, I'd love to get reblogs and feedback ☺️ I'm just living a ho-tastic fantasy in my head while also being a very much hopeless romantic. So you'll probably get a lot of fluff from me.
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A/N: Requested by an anonymous user. Hopefully I did you justice 🩷
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Giving your boyfriend Eddie the after-sex emotional intimacy that he craves.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, Unprotected Sex (P in V), Cockwarming, Sexual Language, Swearing/Profanity.
Credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers
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“Holy shiiiit, you’re unreal! Fuck! Oh fuck!”
Your boyfriend pants in your ear as he nears his high, thrusting into you as deep as he could go.
“You feel so- god, oh my god! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Just like that! Hoooooly mother of god!”
“You okay?” You moan underneath him, out of breath and wrecked as you watched him fall apart above you.
“M’good! So good, baby….So fucking good. This feels so nice.” He whimpers “Being inside you like this…”
“Yeah?” You squeak as he hits a spot deep inside of you that had your toes curling.
“Fuck yes….so wet…and tight and perfect. God, baby, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect….all for me. Mine. My girl…”
“Yours.” You whisper, kissing his neck as he lets out a gasp.
“Hah! Fuck! Y-you…oh god! You’re…squeezing’ me…so good. So fucking good! Are you close, sweetheart? Tell me you’re close. Please tell me you’re close!” He pleads.
“M’almost there, Eds.” You moan, gripping tightly onto his biceps as he keeps fucking into you “Just keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”
“No, no, no. Not gonna stop…I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve fucking got you. Shit….just give it to me, yeah? Please? God, please, angel. I need you to cum. Need you to give it to me.”
“Eddie…” You whine.
“Fuck, baby! You’re squeezing me so good….you gonna cum? Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Please fucking cum for me, angel.”
He slams into you relentlessly, reaching down between the two of you to rub hurried circles on your clit.
“Eddie!”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so close. I can feel it. Come on, sweetheart, fucking cum for me. Need to feel you cum on my cock.”
It hit you faster than you expected, your orgasm peaking with a high pitched gasp that had Eddie tumbling right after you.
“Oh my god, sweetheart! Atta girl!” He groans “I’m so close, baby. Gonna fucking cum. Gonna- oh shit!”
Eddie grasps your hand, squeezing it as he released inside of you- filling you up as he panted and whimpering above you. His arms give out, sending him collapsing on top of you as he tries to catch his breath.
“Fuck…” He laughs, gasping for air “That was…god, you’re amazing.”
He presses featherlight kisses to your forehead, your temples, your cheeks.
“I love you.” He whispers “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You say, looking up at him as he looms over you- the ends of his curly tresses brushing against your face. You reach up, grabbing his necklace as you absentmindedly turn it over between your fingers.
Eddie just stares down at you. Admiring. Watching.
Fuck, you were so beautiful.
“You okay?” You ask, noticing that he hadn’t yet pulled out and rolled over onto the mattress beside you like he normally did.
“Yeah.” He says, clearing his throat “I just…can I just stay here like this? Just for a little longer?”
You watch as he looks down at your tangled up bodies, his eyes staring at where you met.
“What do you mean? Like-“
“Inside you.” He admits “Just like this. I just want to stay here with me inside you. Is that okay?”
“Sure.” You nod, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes “Okay.”
“I just….I love being inside of you. Even after we have sex. I love how warm you feel….and wet. I…okay, you’re going to think I’m a total weirdo creep when I say this.”
“Yeah? What else is new?” You joke, causing Eddie to playfully tap you on the arm.
“Stop it.” He says “I’m being serious here. I…I love being inside of you. It’s my favorite place. I know that sounds crazy but I feel safe. Right here like this…with you. You make me feel safe.”
The words that left his lips had made you feel tingly inside. Good. Loved.
“You feel safe with me?” You ask, looking into his brown doe eyes.
“Yeah, I do.” He sighs “But especially like this. I could stay like this forever. Knowing that this is the closest that I’ll ever be to you.”
“Okay, that’s actually really sweet.” You murmur.
“Can I ask you for something else? Without you judging me?” Eddie asks, his voice coming out small.
“Of course.” You say, threading your fingers through his hair.
“Can you…can you hold me, please? Would that be weird? If that’s too weird-“
“Come here.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to you- allowing him to lay on top of you fully as he buries his face in your neck. He inhales your scent, smiling into your hair as he closes his eyes.
You smelled like home.
You felt like warmth.
You were safety.
“This good?” You ask.
Eddie nods his head against your neck, wrapping his arms around you so that you were pressed tightly against him.
“This is perfect.” He mutters.
Home.
Warmth.
Safety.
You.
“I can feel your heart beating.” He whispers as you run your fingers down his back soothingly, sending a shiver down his body.
Your touch. Your body. Your heartbeat.
You were so close. He wanted nothing more than this. To be completely wrapped up in you.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else but here.” He says, mumbling against your neck “With you.”
He pulls away for a second, taking you aback as he reaches for one of your hands- gently placing it over his heart.
“Do you feel how crazy you make me?” He asks, looking down at you as you felt his heart race beneath your touch “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart. No one else. You. I love you. I love you until my heart stops beating, you understand?”
“I love you too, Eddie.” You proclaim “More than anything.”
“Good.” He smiles, nuzzling his nose against your cheek “Because you’re stuck with me. Forever. Just like this.”
And you couldn’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else but Eddie. Forever.
Just dropping a lil Sunday blurb or whatever you call these.
I've been wanting to write a Carmy story for the longest, but it just never came... well, nothing that I wanted to use.
Word Count: 209.
Warnings: None.
Just Us
Sunday mornings are usually reserved for you and Carmy. It's pretty much the only uninterrupted time you get with each other due to your schedules. You worked the 9-5 corporate life, and he spent the majority of his time at The Bear. But when Sundays came around, he was all yours. Sometimes, they'd start with small kisses that lead to slow morning sex, where he'd spend a significant amount of time between your legs teasing or getting you off before he entered you. You'd think he was making up for lost time with how long he'd stay down there.
Even after a long day and night at the restaurant on Saturdays, Carmy would still get up and cook breakfast for you, no matter how much you protested. He'd make your favorites — corned beef and hash, chicken and waffles with actual chicken pieces, not strips, he'd replicate your Waffle House order, too. You'd watch him cook every time. Seeing him going from anxious and always in his head to calm and focused when he cooked.
This is how your Sundays went. You wished you could relive them back to back, but this is what made you push through the week, knowing it'll always just be him and you on Sundays.
Line dividers @/saradika-graphics(not sure if they want to be hard tagged)
In hindsight, you really should’ve known König fucks the same way he fights.
And you’ve seen the body cam footage of him hurling grown men like rag dolls, boot slamming down on a skull until the twitching stops. Gentle giant one moment, nightmare with a pulse the next.
He goes from quiet to terrifying like someone flipped a switch.
But somehow, that never connected. In your head, König was always just the man sitting too big for cargo benches, curling in on himself in the mess hall, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie like he wanted to disappear. Wide, nervous eyes behind the hood, trying so hard not to take up space.
That’s the man you thought you were teasing.
That’s the man you thought would blush and stammer and maybe ask for permission.
Spoiler alert: he’s not.
Now your wrists are crushed above your head, thighs wrenched wide, body trembling under the sheer weight of him. König doesn’t just hold you down- he cages you. Groans against your throat, low and guttural, a sound closer to a growl than a man’s voice every time you try to twist away, low and rough and full of warning.
“Don’t run,” he mutters, voice thick behind the mask, pressing deeper, harder until you can practically feel his cock in your diaphragm. “You asked for this.”
You didn’t ask for this.
Didn’t ask to be undone like a problem he’s been dying to solve.
Didn’t ask to forget your own name somewhere between the third orgasm and the bruises blooming along your hips.
Didn’t ask to be split open on every surface, begging in a voice you barely recognize while he practically manhandles your body like it’s some sort of fucktoy for him.
He only softens to call you brav, to kiss your jaw between ragged moans, to whisper “gut, gut, mein schatz” like he’s trying to comfort you through your own destruction.
Because you’re his now.
And in König’s world, soft things don’t survive without something brutal to guard them.
So he makes sure no one else ever gets the chance.
In hindsight, you really should’ve known König fucks the same way he fights.
And you’ve seen the body cam footage of him hurling grown men like rag dolls, boot slamming down on a skull until the twitching stops. Gentle giant one moment, nightmare with a pulse the next.
He goes from quiet to terrifying like someone flipped a switch.
But somehow, that never connected. In your head, König was always just the man sitting too big for cargo benches, curling in on himself in the mess hall, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie like he wanted to disappear. Wide, nervous eyes behind the hood, trying so hard not to take up space.
That’s the man you thought you were teasing.
That’s the man you thought would blush and stammer and maybe ask for permission.
Spoiler alert: he’s not.
Now your wrists are crushed above your head, thighs wrenched wide, body trembling under the sheer weight of him. König doesn’t just hold you down- he cages you. Groans against your throat, low and guttural, a sound closer to a growl than a man’s voice every time you try to twist away, low and rough and full of warning.
“Don’t run,” he mutters, voice thick behind the mask, pressing deeper, harder until you can practically feel his cock in your diaphragm. “You asked for this.”
You didn’t ask for this.
Didn’t ask to be undone like a problem he’s been dying to solve.
Didn’t ask to forget your own name somewhere between the third orgasm and the bruises blooming along your hips.
Didn’t ask to be split open on every surface, begging in a voice you barely recognize while he practically manhandles your body like it’s some sort of fucktoy for him.
He only softens to call you brav, to kiss your jaw between ragged moans, to whisper “gut, gut, mein schatz” like he’s trying to comfort you through your own destruction.
Because you’re his now.
And in König’s world, soft things don’t survive without something brutal to guard them.
So he makes sure no one else ever gets the chance.
“Fuuuuuck” You groaned as you sat on the edge off the tub.
It didn't take long for the second line to show up, bright pink. This was the 4th test you took that day, all the same results. You weren't stupid. This wasn't your first rodeo. You just wanted a sign that maybe this wasn't happening. That just maybe you could have the life you wanted with Keanu, to finally have someone love and adore you. But mainly, give you the respect you deserve.
You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh. You called your obgyn to make the appointment.
Your schedule had been hectic the last two months, working on your art, attending events with Keanu, and taking care of Evelyn. You hadn't noticed that you were late until your breasts felt sore, which wasn't a normal thing for you, and the last time you experienced this was with Evelyn.
You tossed the tests in the wastebasket and cleaned up. Luckily, you were alone, so you had time to collect your thoughts and go about your day like normal. You spent it like any other day — picking up around the house, running a few errands, and spending the rest of the afternoon painting in the backyard. By the time you put a pause on your artwork, you realized Evelyn was about to get home from preschool.
An: I've been sitting on this and a few other WIPS for a while. I'd love to get this out soon. This may be the last chapter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ line divider created by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
