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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 21 days

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enemies with benefits

draco malfoy x female weasley reader

warnings: Hate Sex,Nicknames,Rivals With Benefits,Name-Calling,Insults,Nipple Play, and Nipple Licking

a/n:This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind.and I tried with my grammar so be gentle.

"Oh fuck, yes! y/n feet were lanted on the mattress next to Draco's hips, leaning back so his cock would slide all the way down to the base, press all the way to the back of her cunt.

She rode him so hard, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage, bucking against him almost violently.

Throat and cheeks red, sweat beading between her tits, sweet sounds spilling from her lips — Gods, it was like she was using him.

“That’s it, Red, take what you need,” Draco groaned, leaning forward mouthing her cute tits, swirling his tongue around one nipple and then switching the other.

“Stop calling — oh fuck, just like that, Malfoy! Damn it, stop calling me Red !”

Draco released her nipple with a wet pop, pretty pink and shining with his spit.

“Hm, what would you prefer then? Bitch? Whore? Slut?”

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” she spat, nails sharp against his skin as she ground down on his cock viciously.

“You already are, Red,” Draco drawled, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.

She never commented on the nickname, but her body couldn’t lie to him.

“You’re dripping all over me, Red. You wanted to fuck so bad, hm? Needed my cock that much?

Draco slid his hand from her waist over her mound, pressing his thumb against her clit, letting her movements brush it against his thumb.

"Oh, oh my — ngh!" She was mindless. Whines and whimpers, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as she smacked her ass against his thighs, riding him like a toy.

It was deliciously hot, watching her lost in lust — but annoying how she chose to ignore his taunts.

“weasley .” His voice was low and harsh as he pinched her clit lightly.

y/n squealed, her hips jumping up, pulling half his cock out of her and she glared at him.

“Malfoy, you rotten bastard!” She seethed, “I was so close!”

“Oh, Red.” Draco pressed her hips down, forcing her to take his cock until their thighs touched. y/n was already panting, the edge in her eyes softening, her teeth plucking against the edge of her bottom lip as she started using her feet to rock back and forth against his cock. “You know better than to ignore me. That is, if you’d like to come.”

y/n froze, with her mouth parted for a moment, Draco smirking back at her.

And then she exploded, Weasley temper at full force.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy? You think just because you’re a little bit good at fucking, I have to answer you?! You aren’t shi — oh my Gods!”

Draco started fucking up into her, y/n hips automatic, meeting him thrust for thrust as she whimpered and moaned. Hot anger replaced with need as she bounced on his cock.

Draco hugged her body close, y/n wrapping her legs around his back now, as he used the give of the mattress to thrust up. Draco pressed his mouth against her neck, licking roughly and swallowing down the sweat.

“Yes, Merlin, yes, keep doing that, Draco,” her voice was light and breathy — so different from her usual tone, it was erotic in how sweet it was.

Draco groaned into her neck before using teeth, biting down just hard enough that y/n began squirming in his lap.

“Oh, oh.”

“You love that, don’t you, Red? When it’s a little rough like that?” Draco kissed the bruises he left on her neck, y/n thighs trembling against his own. She was so close, wet and fluttering around his cock.

y/n moved her hands from his neck, tangling in Draco's hair, pushing his head down back to her tits. Draco didn't fight her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, leaving them swollen and red as y/n moaned and ground down on his cock. Nasty, wet sounds echoing in the room from her dripping cunt sliding up and down his length.

“That’s it Red, fuck, squeeze around my cock just like that, love,” Draco murmured against her tits, looking up at y/n who stared back down at him, her eyes almost black with desire. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, so close aren’t you? Going to make a mess on my laps and ruin my sheets?”

y/n seemed to be lost for a moment, a beat filled with the sounds of wet cunt, her low moans, and squeaking mattress, until her nails dug painfully into his scalp.

She yanked his head back, glaring down at him once more, even with the haze of need and lust in her eyes. “Don’t. Call. Me. Love.”

Draco’s jaw dropped.

This witch, this fucking bitch!

A low growl spilled from Draco’s lips, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“You are beyond infuriating, y/n!” Draco hissed before he took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, then swirling his tongue against it.

Draco saw the arrogant flash of her teeth, the same sort he remembered from his youth. Her fingers flexed in his hair once more, pressing his face into her breasts, encouraging his abuse of them as she rode on his cock. “I know, ferret. And I know how much it turns you on, too.”

Draco didn’t bother replying, instead biting down, harsh, on y/n nipple, her punishment and her reward. The witch shattering around him with a scream, her luscious cunt squeezing and milking him, until he came too with a groan.

y/n still clutched his head against her chest, both breathing deeply.

“I fucking hate that…ferret.”

y/n released his head, laughing as she leaned back. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back off her forehead. “Yeah? And what in Godric’s name are you going to do about it, ferret?”

Draco placed his hand between y/n legs, feather light against her clit, still sensitive. She hissed for a moment before relaxing her hips.

“I suppose I’ll need to fuck you stupid, until the only words that come out of your insolent little mouth are draco malfoy, ” he drawled, fingers circling on her clit now, y/n breath catching.

“A-are you going to keep barking, or actually do something, f-ferret?” y/n bit her lip, keeping a moan at bay and Draco almost laughed at her bravado.

“You’ve asked for it, love.”

And, cock hard once more, he thrust up into That perfect cunt.

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 7 months

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That moment when you are a bi woman who has met an LGBTQ woman who is cute and funny and easy to talk to and your age at work but she works in a department that works with your department but your two departments aren't really huge fans of one another because there is a lot of the blame game and just tension and so you want to be friends with her and/ or date her but probably shouldn't but you just met her but you're also gay so like no surprise there so anyway yay kill me now

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 8 months

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18+ mdni :)

The soft cotton of Eddie’s bedsheets are wilted with perspiration, clinging to your skin as you lie flat on your back, pillow propped under your hips. The air is thick and heavy with the scent of sex; you’re dizzy with it, just limp and fucked-out, Eddie’s hands holding you still so he can roll his hips into yours.

“C’mon, baby, you got one more for me?” He’s panting, wet locks of hair clung to his forehead and temples.

You nod weakly. It’s hard to process what he’s saying, but you can feel the telltale signs of another orgasm creeping up on you: your belly flutters, limbs light and airy despite how sore they are from fucking like this for hours. He’s had you in every position tonight, determined to make you come until you can’t anymore—and you think you’re nearing that threshold, but you’re not quite there yet. He asked for one more, didn’t he?

Your hips jolt upward when Eddie brings his thumb to your clit, the swollen nub angry, pink, puffy. You could cry at the sensation, simultaneously overstimulated and desperate for more. Eddie soothes you with a gentle shhhh, I’m here for you, sweetie. I’ve got you. Your eyes roll back into your skull.

It feels like you’re sinking as Eddie fucks you into the mattress, his thrusts quick and determined and deep, so deep, just the way you like it. His thumb circles your clit in expert, deft motions, drawing little whimpers and wanton moans from your kiss-bruised lips. And, without warning, your fifth orgasm of the night punches the air from your lungs.

Eddie’s learned that you like being fucked through your orgasms, so he keeps moving, hips snapping forward and lurching back in a perfect rhythm, the length of his cock sliding deliciously through the warm wetness of your cunt. It’s a marvel that he hasn’t come already, not even once, but he’s become something of an expert on edging since he discovered how often you can come just from getting fucked. He knows just when to slow himself down, cock pulsing desperately in your twitching walls, staving off a premature orgasm for another few minutes. He does it frequently—you almost feel bad for him, because it’s your fault that he holds back like that, but you’ve learned that he likes it this way. He doesn’t mind waiting an hour to come if it means he gets to see you fall apart half a dozen times.

And fall apart you do. A heavy sob rips from your throat as the last waves of your orgasm roll through you, your thighs shaking with the force of it. It’s hard to keep your eyes open at this point, so you let them fall closed, your head lolling to the side, limp.

“You’re done, sweetheart,” Eddie coos, still moving those goddamn hips of his, still spearing his cock into you. “Just relax now, okay? I’ve got you. ‘M gonna fill you up. Close your eyes, just breathe…”

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 8 months

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warnings: oral (f receiving)/face sitting, pet names

you’re hovering over eddies face, his thumbs gently rubbing soft circles on your thighs. he doesn’t want to rush you, but god, your pussy is right above his face, and he wants nothing more than to pull you down and taste you.

“sweetheart,” you feel him pulling at your thighs. “you’re not going to hurt me.”

you were hesitant, but the look of hunger in eddies eyes was enough to have you dripping. he noticed the dripping too. “but…”

“no buts.” his fingers dug into your soft skin. “and honestly, it’s not such a bad way to go.”

your pussy was gleaming in the low light, and as much as eddie wanted to look you in the eyes, he couldn’t. your pussy was calling to him, silently begging for him to devour it whole.

“i promise it’ll feel good, i promise to make you feel good.”

with one more glance down at eddie, watching as he licked at his lips, you fully sat on his face. and god, he is right about it feeling good.

his lips and tongue were all over you. sucking at your swollen clit, licking at your aching hole. you couldn’t help the rock of your hips, feeling his nose nudge against you.

it was the right about of pleasure that had your mouth falling open, eyes rolling in the back of your head. why didn’t you try this sooner?

“mmmm,” eddie kneaded the soft, plush skin of your hips as they rocked. he wanted you to fuck his face, to use him as you saw fit.

“h-holy shit,” you threw your head back as you felt his tongue slowly slide inside you, licking at you. “eddie!”

eddie mumbled against you, something about saying his name. you couldn’t hear from your thighs squishing him just how he wanted.

he pulled away long enough to look up at you, face wet with your slick, lips swollen. “told you that you wouldn’t regret it, baby.”

you felt his fingers toy with your pussy from behind, and your eyes fluttered closed. “m-maybe i should listen to you move often.”

slowly, his skilled fingers slid in, scissoring you open. “now, be a good girl,” he kissed gently at your clit, “fucking cum on my tongue.”

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 8 months

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Gone Baby, Gone

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 2.2K

Summary: Eddie finds our G-spot.

Warning: Potential Steve slander, but eh. Not really.

A/N: Quick and dirty. Take it or leave it. It's smut, Eddie's hands, primarily. We have some good-good times.

Eddie hears everything. It’s a remarkable thing that you’ve never gotten used to. The other guys you’ve been with had selective hearing, when you were with your friends, they’d tune it out. But not Eddie. He can be fully engaged in a conversation with Steve and still hear exactly what you and Nancy are talking about.

You’re feeling loose tonight, the wine went straight to your head. You and Nancy are sitting on the floor of Steve’s living room, your heads together while Eddie and Jonathan sit on the couch behind the two of you and pass the bong back and forth. Nancy is tipsier than you are, and she has no control over her loose lips. It’s fun, you love it when she gets like this, it’s so rare to see her act her age and be able to chill.

“You know, before Jon I never-” Nancy looks behind her to make sure the boys are occupied before continuing, “I never had an orgasm.”

You snort into your glass of wine while you take a sip, “Oh no.” You lower your voice and bring your face even closer to Nancy’s, “Not even with Steven?”

Nancy shakes her head and puts her hands on your shoulders. Her forehead is pressed against yours, “But Jon, it’s unbelievable,” Nancy brings her lips to your ear before saying, “I thought the g-spot was a myth, but oh my god. It’s definitely not.”

You can’t help it, you gasp out a laugh at the serious way Nancy is looking directly into your eyes and divulging this important secret information. You look back and ensure that the boys are still occupied before whispering back to Nancy, your head close to hers, “I think it’s a myth, at least for me. I mean, it feels good, but I’ve never felt any fireworks.”

As soon as you finish talking, you feel a hand on the back of your neck. A thumb rubbing against your spine. Eddie. Nancy is already distracted by Robin calling her name from the kitchen, and you’re left there alone, while Eddie’s fingers run along the vertebrae in your neck, never diverting his attention from his conversation with Jonathan.

The ride home is silent. You’re embarrassed. You’re afraid Eddie’s embarrassed. You shouldn’t have said that, it was too personal. The two of you are so new, it’s only been a couple of weeks since you started seeing each other, and a feeling of dread sits deep in your gut. You find your mouth opening to say something, and then closing. Over and over. And Eddie’s not helping. His hands are gripped firmly to the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road in front of him. No fingers wandering to your knee to play with the frayed fabric of your jeans.

You’re surprised when he takes a left instead of a right on Main Street. The plan was that you’d be spending the night at his place, and now it appears to be that he’s taking you back to your apartment. You say nothing, and let the silence swallow you. In those brief minutes between the light at the center of town, and the entrance to your apartment building, you feel more alone than you’ve ever felt in the presence of Eddie. When he pulls into a spot across the parking lot from your front door, he puts the van in park and turns off the ignition.

“Wayne’s coming home in a few hours, I thought it’d be better to stay here tonight, I hope that’s ok.” Eddie doesn’t turn to look at you until he’s done speaking, and you see it. His eyes are dark and hungry, he looks like the big bad wolf ready to eat you alive. Your pulse picks up, the air in the cabin of his van is thick.

“Uh, sure. You want to stay here tonight?” You can’t stop the tremble in your voice, you’re trying to not let on that you notice the way he’s looking at your mouth while you speak. “I can’t guarantee that Mr. Simpson won’t wake us up when he gets up for work at 4.” Your middle-aged downstairs neighbor is loud when he gets up in the morning, something that’s been driving you to stay at the trailer most nights since you and Eddie started sleeping together a few weeks ago.

Eddie nods and mutters under his breath as he gets out of the car, “We won’t be sleeping anyway.”

Eddie puts his arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him while the two of you make your way to the door of your apartment. He smells like weed and leather, and your head feels like it’s full of helium. You’re afraid you might float away, but he’s got you. His fingers feeling the exposed skin of your waist keep you firmly in the parking lot with him. He’s grounding you. He’s holding you here. He’s the only thing in the world right now, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

You move up the stairs still being held in Eddie’s arm. He’s not letting you go until the two of you are inside your place, and he’s taking off his jacket. You can feel his eyes on you as you untie your sneakers and put your jacket on the coat rack. You’re along for the ride at this point, and excited to find out what’s happening inside of his head. He can set the pace tonight. Your body is screaming for it. You want him to do whatever it is that’s got him hard under the denim of his jeans. You see it now, and you can’t believe you didn’t notice on the ride over.

“You thirsty or hungry?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, “Go grab a couple of glasses of water and meet me in the bedroom.” You watch him walk back towards the end of the short hallway in front of you while you digest his words. You’re happy to oblige, and find yourself robotically moving into your kitchen to fill up two glasses of water before padding your way back to meet him in your bedroom.

Eddie is already in his boxers when you use your hip to push open the halfway closed door. He’s setting his rings on the bedside table, and you think, God, he’s so beautiful. His hair is brushing against his shoulders, and you see the black ink dancing across his pale skin under the low light of the desk lamp next to your bed. You feel the familiar ache you feel every time you see him like this, only now it’s accompanied by a tingle at the top of your scalp and at the tips of your toes and fingers.

“Sweetheart, set those down. I want you to get undressed and get in the bed please.” His dark eyes are on you again, “I wanna show you that it’s not a myth, and I don’t care if it takes all night.”

Your mouth opens to speak, and closes again. Your legs are jelly, but you have no choice but to trust them. You set the water down on the table next to him before giving him a kiss on his shoulder to tell him that this is good. This is what you want. You keep your eyes fixed on his while you take off each item of clothing. Eddie’s breathing is steady, but heavy while he scans your body. He follows your hands as you unbutton your jeans and unhook your bra. You get in the bed and push the blankets to the side so that he can see you while he climbs in next to you.

“Tell me everything you feel, can you do that?” Eddie whispers against your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes. I can do that.” You answer with a gasp. Your legs rub together at the knees, an involuntary soothing motion while his fingers run from your neck to your hip, missing your nipple on the way. A teasing touch that makes you ache.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” Eddie’s mouth is on your neck now, he’s speaking directly into the skin while the tips of his fingers dance across the hair of your mound. “And you’re so good. So, amazing. You deserve to feel so good, Sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Ok. I trust you, Ed. I want you to make me feel good.” You don’t recognize your own voice, it’s placid and quiet, ready for him.

“Good Sweetheart. You’re so perfect, all the time. Do you think you can make them nice and wet for me?” Eddie’s voice is everywhere. He’s in your head. He’s all around your body. It’s the only sound you can hear. You feel the rough calluses of his fingertips against your lips, and you open to take them in. All of them, letting the spit dribble from the side of your lips while you feel every ridge of the tips of each finger. “Mmmm, your mouth is so sweet.”

Your hips are rocking already, even with Eddie’s body sitting next to you. It’s lifting to find nothing to touch, until you feel his wet fingers spreading the lips of your cunt. Opening you up. You find yourself planting your legs against the mattress and spreading them wide for him while he brushes against your clit and dips down to feel the way your wetness is gathering in answer to his voice.

“Oh, look at her, she’s ready. How about you, Sweetheart, do you think you’re ready for me?” Eddie’s at your chest now, you didn’t notice him move away from your neck. His words are being breathed against the peak of your nipple.

“Please, Eddie. Please.” Your answer is a cry, pathetic, but his answer to it is to put his perfect lips against that soft peak at your chest and suck. His warm tongue flicks at it, tastes it. And it responds by tightening even harder due to his efforts.

Those fingers, devilish and clever, are breaching your aching hole. Circling gently before you feel one push inside of you. Your hips continue to rock, it’s out of your control. It feels good to have him inside of you, any of him. And then you hear the sound of a pop, his mouth releasing your nipple from his mouth.

“Words, Baby. Tell me if it’s good.” Eddie’s voice brings you back.

“It feels real nice, Eddie.” Your voice is breathy, and he hums against your chest. He rests his head there before adding another finger. “Oh, mmm. Yeah, that’s -” you give a little cry of discomfort, “too deep, Ed.” Eddie hums again and changes the way his fingers are moving.

It’s then that you feel it. It's deep inside of you, a place you’ve never been able to touch. Eddie has the right angle, his fingers are just right. He’s touching that spot, and you can almost feel the ridges of his fingertips in the same way your tongue could. And then he adds a third finger.

“How are we feeling about this?” Eddie's lips are on your nipple again, and you want to answer him. You really want to tell him that you’ve never felt like this before. That’s he’s touching a part of you that no one has ever been able to reach before. But the words are gone, your mind doesn’t have them.

Your hips move to meet his hand, and that’s the answer he’s looking for. His thumb, that beautiful digit that is so brilliant, begins to move against your hard nub. It circles it while his fingers work against that spot inside of you. It’s a symphony of pleasure, and Eddie knows the score.

You hear his words circling around you, “Oh, look at you. You’re feeling so good, aren’t you? Oh my god, you’re so hot. Fuck me. Baby, baby, baby, look at you. Are you gonna cum? Oh, you’re gonna give me the prettiest orgasm, aren’t you? You’re incredible.”

You hear the noises your body is making against Eddie’s fingers. You hear his hand working against his cock. Eddie’s fucking his fist while he fucks you with his fingers. These are things you know, but you’re gone. You’re somewhere else. You’re out of your body and feeling things that humans are incapable of. Gone, baby, gone.

It’s a crash of lightning. A scream into the night. Your body is not your own, but you’re in every single cell. You’re right fucking there when you feel it, tingles fromm head to toe while your limbs shake and a warm flood of ecstasy leaves you.

You’re whining, almost a cry of overwhelming pleasure while Eddie - your man - brings you into his chest. He holds you close and hushes those weak noises coming from your mouth. You find your body, and it’s sweaty and wet, but you smell Eddie. You feel his warm skin against your cheek. He’s holding you, in your bed. Your shared release cools rapidly while you both catch your breath. Kisses against vast expanses of skin. Fingers brushing against cheeks.

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 9 months

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I'm curious to find out if the 2021 Cinderella and Purple Hearts on Amazon and Netflix are getting rewatched a lot now that the trailer for Red, White, and Royal Blue is out.

#nicholas galitzine #cinderella 2021 #cinderella amazon prime #purple hearts #purple hearts netflix #red white and royal blue

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 10 months

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thirty-four, thirty-five |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: you want to try something new. eddie's more than glad to try it with you.

contains: smut smut smut smut. not really even smut with plot, maybe a little if the plot is smut lol. oral male and fem receiving. minors dni 18+

Eddie's eyes widened, cheeks tinging pink, gawking at you with a flustered stutter. "W-What did you just ask me?"

You blushed hard, eyes looking down at your shoes. "I mean, like, would you want to do that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. "With me?"

Eddie's heart was caught in his throat, fluttered so high in his chest and lodged right in his esophagus, choking his words. His eyes batted, rounded and blown.

He knew he shouldn't be so flustered. You weren't a prude and neither was he. He shouldn't be so overwhelmed, but how could he not be? Your sickly sweet voice, so charming and delicate, asking him to sixty nine with you, try something new. So casual and darling, like you were asking him about his day. Fuck, it made his head spin- you made his head spin.

"Well, I-I mean, yeah." Eddie said dumbly, a bob of his head that sent his curls shaking and bouncing. "Of course, I wanna do that with you."

"Are you sure?" You asked, cringing slightly. "I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart." His heart swelled in the most delightful way at the endearment. "I just-I just thought it would be exciting, ya know? Something new. I read about it in Cosmo, and it seemed fun."

"Yeah." Eddie croaked, there was no way he could form a coherent sentence right now. Not with the way his cock was pulsing, blood rushing angrily and furiously, clouding his thoughts.

You grinned, wide and a little daring. Oh, he loved you.

"So...do you want to do it... now?"

"Now?" Eddie pointed in front of him. "Right now- like right now?"

You giggled. "Yeah? You got big plans I don't know about? Super busy?" You teased.

Eddie flushed, he was so easy to fluster. Your blushing boy, always so sweet to you- for you.

"Yeah, I'm booked and busy. Sorry. Make an appointment with my assistant. Maybe she can squeeze you in." Eddie grinned, hands finding the small of your waist, squeezing it lightly so you shimmied closer to him.

"Shut up." You laughed.

Eddie sucked in a breath dramatically, teeth whistling while his face scrunched up. "What if I said... make me?" Eddie asked, tilting his head sweetly to the side. "Would you?"

You flushed, heat prickling at your cheeks in a surge of. "Maybe." You shrugged sweetly.

"Maybe?" Eddie parroted with a goofy grin, his hands traveled up and down your hips, your waist, snaking over the swell of your ass with a playful squeeze.

"Don't tease me, Ed." You jabbed a finger playfully in his chest. "Trying to be sexy and adventurous. Like Cosmo said."

Eddie rolled his eyes lightly, thumbs gliding over your hips. "Well, you're always sexy and adventurous to me, babe." You rolled your eyes this time, turning to shake your head, hoping he didn't see how flustered his cheesy line made you.

Eddie's hand found your waist, pulling you back into him, brushing your hair back behind your ear, finger pad tickling the shell down to the lobe.

"Where do you wanna do this at?" Eddie asked, his nose brushing yours, bangs tickling the top of your eyebrows. "Your place or mine?" As if he didn't practically live at your house all the time.

You gave him a shy smile that had his knees buckling, heavy footed steps leading all the way down the hall, towards your own little bedroom.

He had you on top of him moments later, straddling either side of his thick hips, his hands in your hair, your waist, fumbling with your bra. Your own hands busy on his belt- a fucking monstrosity of handcuffs and chains that didn't want to open.

"Ed," You pulled apart, head dropping to get a better look at what you were working with. "You're gonna have to undo this. I-I can't figure this out." You huffed, a little frustrated, dropping your hands by your side.

Eddie smirked, easily sliding the fastener out of place, unbuttoning his own jeans while you pulled your bra off. "Easy, honey." Eddie purred, fingers slowly- calmly undoing his belt with ease. "Relax, baby. Just me." He muttered, the clinking of the chains trickling to the ground, his jeans pooling around his ankles.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his tented boxers, rubbing your sweaty palms on your thighs. You weren't sure why you were so nervous, it was just Eddie. Sweet Eddie, always sweet Eddie. It was your idea after all, so why was your heart hammering so fiercely in your chest?

Ever since you found the pile of dirty magazines in Eddie's trailer, you'd been a little self-conscious. Images of women and men in compromising positions, doing a number of scandalous things. The most scandalous thing you'd ever done with Eddie was gave him road head on the way to work.

From there, you'd been adamant to kick up your sex life. Pouring over Cosmo articles, sneaking into the sex shop downtown to purchase a number of toys, praying someone didn't see you- especially one of your kids. Eddie had been a little confused, but wasn't too concerned until you asked him to slap you one night. He froze, balls deep in you, stilling entirely with wide eyes.

You both decided that wouldn't be for the best. Still, even after his reassurance, kissing your tear stained cheeks and muttering sweet words to you, you still wanted to try to keep it interesting. For both of you.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" Eddie's voice pulled you out of your own thoughts, eyes snapping up to his. His head cocked to the side, eyes soft with concern. "What's the matter?"

You fidgeted, sitting back on your calves. "I- Have you done this before?" You asked. You felt silly, vulnerable.

"What? Sixty-nined?" Eddie asked, lifting a brow softly. You nodded, lip rolling under your teeth. "No, but you've sat on my face plenty of times."

"Ed," You blushed, a tiny scoff at his bluntness.

"What?" Eddie shrugged with a little grin, dimples creasing into his cheeks. "You have. So how much different can it be?"

"Ok," You nodded, sitting back up on your knees. "So you should probably lay down." You moved off the bed, standing next to him, pushing your own cotton shorts down. Eddie swallowed hard, cock jumping in his boxers. He'd seen you naked plenty of times, but it still made him flustered.

Eddie pushed his own boxers down, flinging them into a pile on the floor with your other discarded clothes. Eddie lied back, hair around him like a halo, back flat on the mattress. He lifted his head, grinning at you. "C'mon, sweetheart," Hand patting his chest, his tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You twisted your hands nervously, the pulsing between your legs enough to numb whatever anxieties you had. His cock flush against his tummy, that dimpled grin behind perfect teeth. It was enough to have you climbing beside him, one knee by his shoulder, his hand guiding your leg gently to straddle his chest.

"Gotta scooch back a little, baby." Eddie patted your hip sweetly, pushing at your hip bone bringing it back towards him. "Can't reach."

"Sorry..." You muttered, breathlessly. Your hands clammy and a little shaky, scooting back further towards his face.

"Don't apologize, sweetheart." Eddie cooed sweetly, his hand smoothing down your back, calming you. "Just wanna be able to reach that pretty pussy, 's all."

You blushed, shaking your head. You looked over your shoulder, Eddie's eyes focused on your ass that hovered over his chin, his hands tightening around you. "You'll let me know if you need me to get off?" You asked. Eddie didn't reply, hands gripping and rolling the fat of your ass, to enamored with that to answer. "Ed."

"Hm?"

"You'll let me know if I need to get off? If I'm too heavy?"

"You're not too heavy." Eddie hummed, eyes trained on your slick, puffy lips. Peeking out and teasing him. He was so close, and it was taking every ounce of restraint he head not to yank you back onto his face and dive in.

"Eddie, please, I'm being serious." You whined, a small huff that bordered on desperate. "Just let me know if you need me to get off."

"I will, honey." Eddie nodded. "Just lay down on me. Let me taste you, baby, I'm dying over here."

You rolled your eyes lightly, but lowered down. Forearms on either side of his hips until your boobs were against his lower belly. Your mouth watered, the sight of Eddie's cock nearly touching your nose, red and erect, ready for you. Eddie waited for you to situate, wiggling your hips back so the tip of his nose was at your mound.

The gasp that tore from you rivaled whatever dirty film Eddie'd seen in the past. Shocked and guttural, your head tipping back, his tongue inside your folds. There was no method, no pattern, certainly no warning. His tongues swiping and licking in every direction, desperate for a taste.

"E-Ed, fuck," You whined, your head falling slightly, cheek on his leaking cock. "Slow, Ed, slow down."

Eddie didn't seem to hear, hands on either side of your hips, lapping with long stripes of his flattened tongue from your clit to your sopping hole. You whined, back arching into his touch, shaky hands reaching for his cock.

You spit in your hand, hips grinding to match the pace of Eddie's tongue, pumping his member to that same steady rhythm, thumb swiping over his leaking tip.

"Oh, baby, do that again." Eddie groaned, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs, fingers dipping into your hips. "Felt good, please."

You ran your thumb lightly over his leaking hole, circling it with his own release, grinning sloppily at the groan he gave. You flicked your wrist again, this time using your tongue to circle his tip gathering the drops of release that dribbled already. Eddie's moans were muffled in your pussy, the vibrations making you throb, clenching.

Eddie's arms made their way around your hips, locking hands behind your back and pulling you closer. Your tongue swirled around his tip, mouth hollowing to take him down your throat. You started to understand why this position was so highly rated in Cosmo. Eddie's tongue lapping at you, fingers curling deep inside you, while you sucked him down your throat, free hand cupping his sac gently.

Eddie's fingers would curl, hitting a spot in you that made you groan, eyes fluttering back with pleasure. His member still deep in your mouth, every small groan and sound you made making his brain blank with pleasure, hips bucking into your throat. You gagged, hands flattening and pushing on the wiry hair at his base gently.

"Sorry," Eddie muttered, a gasping breath that left you shuddering. His chin, nose, cheeks all wet with you. "Makin' me feel too good, baby."

"'s alright." You whispered back, pumping him in your hand, blinking back your teary waterline from the unexpected intrusion. "Fuck, Eddie, that feels good. I'm really close."

"Already?" Eddie's fingers pumped in you slowly.

"Yeah." You hummed breathlessly, thighs clenching.

"Good." Eddie grinned, pulling your cheeks apart, opening you up further for him. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna be close, holy fuck." The feeling of your tongue on his sac, licking and sucking gently, your hand still pumping him in a steady pace, wrist twisting and flicking his length in just the right way that had his toes curling.

"Already?" You teased, a tiny smile when you mimicked him. Eddie's fingers tightened on your hips, pulling you back onto him.

It became a competition, almost. Unspoken and really, the loser still won- who could make the other cum first. You tried to clench, eyes pinching shut and gasps caught in the back of your throat around Eddie's cock. He knew you were close, and as much as he wanted to let you win, the prize was too good. Feeling you shudder and moan while you fell apart on top of him, your body wiggling, desperately trying to still service him while waves of white hot pleasure tore through your seizing body.

"Ed, p-please." You whimpered, high and nasally, your own mind still reeling and numb. His tongue never stopped, lapping up every last drop of your slick.

Your brain was foggy, hand robotically pumping him through your own orgasm. You could see his legs straightening on the bed, toes curling and spreading with every flick of your wrist around him. Pushing your hair out of your face, you wrapped your mouth around him, bobbing deeper and deeper.

Eddie was still trying to catch his own breath, hands smoothing over your hips, when his hips jerked. "Ohhholyshiiiit, sweetheart." Eddie groaned. "I-I, oh shit, I'm cl-lose." His breath hitched in his throat, hips raising to the back of your throat, his own release spilling with every jerk of his cock down your throat.

Your tongue caught the majority of his release, still cupping and rolling his balls lightly, pulsing and clenching around nothing with every filthy, high pitched whine he gave you, singing your praises into the ceiling.

Eddie's chest heaved under you. Slick with sweat and maybe your release, your own chest heaving to mirror his. Your breath in, his out. A dance between your bodies, passing back and forth and back and forth. You went slack against him, cheek to his hip bone, his hands on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.

Eddie was in paradise, ecstasy induced euphoria dwindling down from his own high, the weight of you on top of him, smothering him in the most comforting way.

You moved so you were still on top of him, chest to chest, your cheek against his collarbones. You'd tried to roll off, but Eddie stopped you. He wanted to feel you, feel you in his arms, on top of him, the weight of you comforting.

"Whaddya rate it?" You muttered, eyes lulling and fluttering back open.

"Hm?" Eddie hummed.

"What would you rate it? Out of five martini glasses?" You grinned, chin propped on his chest to look at him.

"A ten." Eddie muttered, still a little hazy. "A fucking ten, all of it. You, that, fuck, all of it."

You giggled, curling back into his soft skin, warm with you and the flush left behind. "Yeah," You sighed, arms wrapping around his torso.

There was silence for a moment, the hum of the AC unit, Eddie's light breaths tickling your ear. It was peaceful, dragging you further and further into serenity.

"What's the name of that magazine again? Cosmo?" Eddie grumbled, nose buried into your scalp.

"Yeah, Cosmopolitan." You nodded, looking up at him. "You gonna become a Cosmo girl? A regular reader?" You teased.

Eddie snorted lightly, chin tucking to look down at you. "If it means we get to do more of this, then yes. Consider me supreme leader of the Cosmo girls."

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lil wine drunk thoughts below with Eddie, smut is involved

coming home wine drunk to Eddie and the second you see him you’re all over him just like pulling him in by his chain around his neck, mouthing at his jaw, sticking your tongue out expecting him to spit into your mouth and he’s like “whoa whoa, slow down trouble, how many glasses have you had?” And you respectfully don’t give a fuck, you’re just whimpering into his mouth, grinding yourself against him like “need you, please” and you place his hand over your breast, just so fucking needy, your body is nearly vibrating, begging for him to touch you. “Eddie please make me cum, need it so bad” like desperate and you’ve talked with him before and told him if you ever come home tipsy or wine drunk and throwing yourself at him to just give you what you want cause more often than not he’ll just need to finger you and play with you a little bit and you’ll cum then pass out which is all that you needed to decompress and you’d wake up feeling so refreshed. So he’d just have you on his lap on the couch, you grinding against his hand as he was two fingers deep in you, pornographic moans escaping you in your tipsyness. His dirty talk only pushes you further. He’s saying things like “needy thing, huh? Just need to cum so bad.” It just ignores something inside of you, you just wanna make out with him and so you do, you place sloppy kisses all around his mouth, sticking your tongue down his throat and he gladly takes it. As you get closer you start whining and he keeps talking. “Yeah, baby? You close? Gonna cum? Such a little slut for me, good girl.” You are beyond blissed out from pleasure, he’s pinching at your nipples while fingering you and rubbing his thumb against your clit. You suck on his neck lightly while moaning against his skin, almost cum drunk while not even cumming yet. That build up creates a throb in your core and suddenly your walls are clenching around his fingers and you’re not holding back all the noises deep within you, he wishes he could film this moment, it’s so euphoric and you’re so far gone, still grinding against him to ride out your high. After you basically pass out on top of him, mumbling cute little things to him like “you’re so handsome, Eddie” he’s carrying you to the bathroom with a little “thank you, baby” and a kiss to your cheek. He helps you take all of your makeup off and change into one of his t shirts and a comfy pair of panties. You try to jump on him again, trailing a hand down his chest seductively m but he delicately grabs your wrist and is like “okay, trouble. Let’s go lay in bed and cuddle, sound like a deal?” And you just chirp out a “okay!” all excited as he guides you to bed, letting you crawl in and make yourself comfy before also crawling in to hold you, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you as you knock out

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 10 months

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Eddie eating you out ♡

Eddie making you sit on his face ♡

Eddie biting your thighs ♡

Eddie saying you're the most divine thing he's ever tasted while the lower half of his face is wet from you ♡

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Ride the Lightning

Pairing: EddiexFemReader

Request: I've read a lot of eddie fics, but I've never read a "sit on my face" fic. If you could write something about that, that would be great.😅

18+ Only

"Sit on my face."

"Wh...what?" you mumbled, struggling to focus, your mind in a post orgasm haze after Eddie had worked your pussy with his fingers like a goddamn maestro until you were seeing stars. Your muscles were still trembling, tiny ripples underneath your skin.

"You're my princess," he mused, lying back, that mane of hair covering the pillow. He ran the palm of his hand over is face. "And this is your throne. So be a good girl and sit on my face."

Was he serious? Of course he was. Eddie never said anything he didn't mean. You were a bit hesitant, wondering if you would smother him, but you trusted Eddie. He'd opened you up to a lot of new things when it came to sex and you had yet to be disappointed.

"I'm waiting, sweetheart," he sang, raising his head, eyebrows lifted. "Why isn't that beautiful pussy on my face yet?"

"Uh...okay..." you agreed, crawling up his body. You placed one knee on either side of his head, hands gripping the headboard in an attempt to keep yourself from covering his nose and mouth. You had no idea how to do this but you didn't want to kill him.

"Princess, if you're going to sit on my face, then fucking sit and ride it. None of this hanging in mid-air bullshit. I'm not gonna suffocate, I promise. And if I do, well going out with my face buried between these thighs sounds pretty damn perfect."

Fingers dug into your flesh, dragging your hips down so you were firmly on top of him. You tensed, wondering if he could breathe, but then his tongue was teasing your entrance, his nose running over your clit and you groaned, the sound deep and long, eyes fluttering shut.

Your fingers gripped the headboard for dear life as his tongue entered you. And his nose, fuck, that nose, it rolled over your clit again and again. Your hips rolled with it, seeking out what you needed and he rumbled, a sound of appreciation beneath you, that rumble rolling through your body, sending tremors of pleasure straight where you needed them.

"That's my girl. Ride my face, princess. Take what you need," he told you, nose still nuzzling against your sensitive bud. "Fucking smother me with this pussy. I can take it."

"Fuck..." you groaned, rocking your hips over him. Eddie had his tongue out and you rolled across it, from entrance to clit and back again. His nose and tongue, the combination of the two, were sending your pleasure center into overdrive.

You keened, back arching and felt Eddie groan, only spurring you on more. Your hips rotated, swirling his nose around your clit in circles. Following your lead, Eddie's tongue slid inside you again, fucking you long and slow. His hands gripped your ass, not controlling your movements, just moving with you.

"Eddie...fuck yes..." you gasped, your stomach coiling tightly as your body let you know you were close. You removed one hand from the headboard, tangling it in his hair, gripping hard, pulling it away from the scalp and he growled, fingertips digging into flesh so hard you knew you would have marks and that only made this that much fucking hotter.

Eddie loved to talk during sex. He loved to give commands, to give praise, to ask you how you felt. He couldn't do any of that with your pussy currently gagging him and it gave you a sense of control you'd never felt before. It was such a goddamn turn on. You were usually the quiet one, the one who flushed when he'd ask you to talk dirty. You never took control but right now, you were thinking you could get used to this.

"Shit, baby. I'm so close," you breathed, driving yourself against his face harder and faster, chasing the high you knew was just beyond your reach. His hands slid along your stomach, up to cup your breasts, taking a nipple in each one and teasing it, rolling it through his fingers and that was it. "Fuck!" You screamed, back arching, your body shook once, twice, three times as you rode the waves of release.

Whimpering softly, your body relaxed, feeling like one of those inflatable air dancers at the car dealerships after all the air is let out. Eddie nipped playfully at your thigh, eliciting a squeak from you as he slid his hands under you, helping you to lie down next to him.

"You did so good, beautiful girl," he praised, running the back of his hand along your cheek, his rings cool and pleasant on your fevered flesh. "It was so fucking hot watching you use me like your little toy. Did you love that? It definitely sounded like you did."

You nodded, struggling to find words. They were like dry sand, solid and there but unable to form into anything. If you tried, it all just sifted away back into a pile on the ground.

"Mmm...my princess looks spent," Eddie mused, his hands taking your arm, lips trailing over flesh, tongue swirling in the crook of your elbow, before teeth were nibbling at your collarbone. And already, your body was humming for him again even as your brain was telling you that you needed sleep. "But I think you've got more in you because, baby, I'm not done with you yet."

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I got a bunch of asks about eddie with a breeding kink and let me just say this...

what he can't wrap his brain around is that you want his baby. he can understand the kink part of it, how sexy and beautiful it is to know you're making love and making life; that makes perfect sense to him, of course. that is to say, he can imagine why you want him to get you pregnant... but wanting to have his baby, raise his child? that's too good to be true. he's wondering if you somehow keep forgetting that he lives in a trailer park, that he's a no-good flunk-out drug-dealing loser; like, you want that guy's kid? when you could have any guy you wanted? he'd almost tell you not to go through with it if he wasn't totally helpless to the fact that you really truly want this. you swear up and down you wouldn't want anyone else to be the father of your baby, and at a certain point he just has to trust your judgement.

and honestly, while he does (of course) love the breeding sex, his actual favorite thing is the pregnant sex, after it takes. oh my god we're gonna make a baby turns into oh my god that's my baby and it's just... overwhelming. it's perfect. he loves how soft and squishy you are, how full and needy... and sensitive, god you're so sensitive, it's fucking incredible. he loves being with you all the time, seeing you get bigger; he loves all the prep-- building the crib, buying the clothes. he just can't wait.

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shy!reader wiggling her way into eddie lap bc she had a hard day 😫

You don’t know how to tell Eddie you miss him.

He’s sitting in bed right next to you, scribbling down notes in a worn composition notebook. You don’t even know why you miss him, only that the couple of inches separating you from him feels cavernous.

You don’t know what to say, so you sigh. A big, deep exhale that makes your chest deflate like a popped balloon. It’s sort of what you feel like, anyway.

Eddie’s chin brushes his shoulder as he turns to you, chocolate eyes wide beneath his clear-framed glasses.

He knows that certain sounds mean certain things, kind of like a baby’s cry. You don’t know what you want a lot of the time — you know less how to express that you don’t know what you want — so Eddie’s learned to read you like a book. Most of the time, he knows what’s going on in your head before you do.

But the grieving breath you let out now is too ambiguous for him to understand. It’s too soft to be one of frustration, too drawn out to be contentment. He decides to check the boxes.

“Are you hungry?” he murmurs.

You shake your head in response, focusing on the book in your hand but not any of the words.

“Sleepy?” he asks. “‘Cause I, for one, could totally go for a nap right now, princess.”

You shake your head again, smiling a little this time at his word choice.

“Bored?”

Another head shake.

Eddie gives up. “A feeling neither of us can name because we don’t know what it is?”

You nod.

“I don’t think it even existed before now,” you mutter, half-joking.

The boy laughs. His pink lips match the apples of his cheek. You don’t know how to tell him you want to press your faces together until you’re made of the same vibrant colors he is.

“Is it cabin fever, you think? I’ve kept you hostage here for, like, two days now. Maybe you’re gettin’ sick of me.”

“You’re not holding me hostage. I asked to come over,” you remind him, giggling softly to yourself. “And I could never get sick of you, Eds. You know that.”

You lean over to nudge his shoulder with your own. Instead of sitting back up again, you linger just against him. You find you feel a lot better now, finally touching him. The gnawing feeling is less loud but still there.

Eddie smiles in silent understanding. “Wanna hug?”

A beat passes. You feel a little bit lame for wanting it so desperately. You nod anyway.

Eddie sighs as he sets his notebook on the mattress beside him. It’s not an unhappy one. It’s not an underwhelmed one, either. It’s just a breath, really — a clean, deep inhale-exhale he can finally take, knowing you’re about to be in his arms.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he ushers with his arms spread open. “My body’s always free real estate for you.”

“Ew,” you giggle at the unintentional connotation, sliding closer to him. You duck your burning face away from his in attempts to hide the wide smile on your mouth. Eddie sees it anyway and grins back.

He lazes against the headboard while you settle against his chest, one hand wedged between your bodies and the other curling around his side. You tuck your face into the curls at his neck. He smells like nicotine and floral shampoo and skunk weed. You don’t know how to tell him you need him to lay all his weight on top of you until his natural scent becomes your own.

His chin rests on the crown of your head. He smooths a hand up and down your back. “Is this what you wanted? Just needed my strong arms to feel better, huh? Is that it?”

You know he’s joking, but you don’t laugh. You shrug. “Kinda…”

“Kinda?” he echoes. His contorted face is audible. “Do you need something else?”

He’s not bothered by it, the fact that you want something more — just curious as to how he can make you feel better.

“I don’t know…” you murmur, wriggling against him like you can’t get comfortable. “It’s just… I need to be closer, I think.”

“Closer, huh?” Eddie muses, wrapping his arms more intently around you and squeezing you tight. He presses his lips to your hair. “Honestly, I don’t know if we can get any closer than this… Well. I mean, we could, but I have a feeling that’s not what you want…”

You shake your head against his chest at the implication. You need everything but the sex right now — the holding, the contact, the tangled limbs.

“No, I just… I think I just need to… I don’t know…” you mutter, almost inaudibly into his chest. You hold him tighter. “Would it be okay if I…”

Eddie’s brows raise beneath his bangs as you trail off. You’re getting better at it, at vocalizing when you need something, but the words are hard to form sometimes, and he gets it. He did fail senior year English two times, after all.

“You don’t have to ask for anything, you know?” he assures, practically cooing, punctuating his words with a kiss to the top of your head. “Whatever you want, you can just take it. It’s all good with me, babe.”

His words give you a minimal boost of confidence.

You part from him, lips pursed to the side of your mouth. Eddie eyes you attentively with slow and owlish blinks behind the thick lenses of his glasses. You don’t know how to tell him you want to swim in his chocolate syrup gaze or taste the stars that twinkle inside them.

“I just wanna, like…” you trail off. You never end up finishing your sentence, actually. Without words to describe the overwhelming, unnamed feeling, you just crawl into Eddie’s lap and wrap around him like a koala.

Your thighs settle on either side of his hips, arms curling around his neck as you tuck your face into his wild hair again, pressing your chest intently against his own.

Eddie sighs into your shoulder; it trembles like a faint laugh. His palm smooths over your back, pushing you further against him until the laws of physics prevent either of you from coming any closer.

You exhale slowly. For the first time, Eddie feels you relax against him.

“Is this better?” he mumbles into your cheek.

You nod into the side of his.

Your chests move together with each of your slow, even breaths — rising for a few seconds, stilling for a moment, then falling for a couple more. You think your hearts might be beating in the same rhythm, too.

That gnawing feeling behind your ribcage turns to sunlight.

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Just saw a video of jason momoa casually taking a scrunchie of his hand and tie his hair and while he dit it his shirt rode up and ughhh I'm thinking just hanging out w eddie and he does that like nothing and r mind just *blanks* *head empty just impure thots*

Ohhhhh anon.

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Best friend!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You know me and Eddie’s slutty little waist. I’m imagining you’re Eddie’s best friend, but that you’re actually the one who out-raunches him. Like you’re always cat calling him when he does that or slapping him on the ass when he bends down.

He always rolls his eyes and gives you his middle finger but then one day, as he’s putting his hair up and your eyes hone in on his exposed happy trail like clockwork, corners of your mouth curling lasciviously, Eddie snaps.

“You gonna actually put some bite behind that bark? Huh?” His eyebrow is raised in a challenge and your eyes widen.

“I didn’t say any—,”

“Save it, sweetheart,” he interrupts you with a roll of his eyes. “You’re always saying something. You’re always fucking with me.”

You let out a snort in response.

“I don’t dish anything you can’t take. Anything you don’t throw right back at me,” you challenge. Eddie’s face darkens.

“I don’t play with you the way you play with me.”

You get up and saunter over to his fridge to grab a beer.

“Alright, Eds. Whatever you say…”

As you grab the bottle, Eddie’s beside you, slamming the fridge door closed and pushing you up against it. You look up at him in surprise, your free hand flying to curl around his bicep.

“What the fuck are you—?”

Eddie plucks the beer from your hand, reaching over and cracking it against the counter edge so the cap goes flying. You feel a little chill from the spray of beer that comes from the aggressive action but your eyes don’t leave his face. He takes a deep gulp, allowing your eyes to take in the heavy swallow visible in his throat. Finishing the gulp, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before placing it at your waist.

“I’m doing what you literally did to me. On Friday.”

Shit. He’s right and you know it. You’d been slightly less aggressive with it, of course, but you had indeed pushed him up against the fridge and taken his beer from him. Going so far as to slip your finger into the band of his boxers where they peaked out from his jeans.

You had laughed at the way he’d frozen. You’d flounced back to the couch, not thinking twice about it.

But being on the other side of the same action had floored you. Eddie is right. He never played with you as intensely as you play with him. Feeling him large and heavy against you this time makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, your chest rising and falling as you watch him take another sip of beer.

You blink up at him dumbly. Eddie decides he likes this version of you. In spite of himself, he does love your bratty, antagonistic side of course, but this? Having you quiet and wide eyed and clinging to him? He’d happily take more of it.

Eddie leans forward till his cold lips are pressed to your ear, blowing hot air with every breath.

“Just what I thought. No bite.” After he says it, his teeth close gently around your ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth and making your entire body shiver. When he pulls away to look at you, you still say nothing and he chuckles. “Not even any bark this time, princess? Shame.”

He turns on his heel to return to the couch, fully at his leisure. Leaving you still reeling and leaning against the fridge trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

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Imagine rough sex with eds and you guys just break the bed and you have to tell wayne

✶ ┄ BROKEN BEDS !

summary: you and eddie break his bed. the worst part is having to tell wayne. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warning: smut! eddie being the cutest human alive! a wild appearance from uncle wayne! 18+ mdni! a/n: i need everyone to know that when i wrote this draft, i titled it "breaking bed" and it made me chuckle a lil. anyway, thanks for your request anon! enjoy xoxo

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when eddie muson fucks, he fucks like a wild animal

he grunts with each of his rough thrusts, brown eyes somehow darker with lust while his untamed curls cling to his sweaty forehead

and you just let him drill into you because, truth be told, you love him this way

you hold the backs of your thighs and keep yourself wide open for him while he fucks so deeply into you

he leans over you, one hand white-knuckled where it grips his headboard, and the other wrapped around your throat

not tight enough to choke you exactly, but to make sure your eyes stay locked on his as he fucks you for all your worth

the headboard slams into the wall in time with each of his thrusts, rhythmic bang bang bangs that you’d be scared are leaving a dent in the wall if eddie wasn’t making you feel so good

he tilts your jaw to the side to expose your neck to him

and he hides his face in the sweaty crook of it, seeking refuge there while he nips and suckles at the warmed skin

you just keep begging for him to go harder and deeper and faster as he fucks you more and more stupid

and eddie complies without question

he revels in the way you keen each time he pounds into you and how your face scrunches up and your back arches for him

your toes curl and your legs tense up so hard they start to quiver

and right when you’re about to come, the bed suddenly jolts and dips beneath you, accompanied by loud crashing sound

it scares the shit out of you and you squeal while eddie lets out a grunt of surprise

because his bed just fucking broke

and it isn’t the most surprising thing in the world, the thing is about as old as he is

but it does take the two of you off guard

all you can do in the moment is laugh about it

and eddie barely wastes another second before he starts fucking you again

because his bed is already broken, who cares if it gets more fucked up?

plus he knew how close you were to your orgasm and you just look so pretty when you come <3

the worst part about it though is telling wayne

because there’s no way he’s not going to notice

and eddie can’t exactly sleep on a crooked bed

so he just comes up with the shittiest excuse known to man “so the thing is... i was… jumping on the bed…”

wayne furrows his brows “the hell were you doing jumping on your bed?”

“well, you see, i was just, you know… trying to… heal my inner child…”

“…what the fuck does that mean?”

but, like, obviously wayne knows

typically you’re good at keeping eddie in check and sometimes he can hear you saying you don’t want to fuck while wayne’s in the house

and that’s a part of the reason he likes you so much bc you don’t want to put him through that trauma

but you guys are young and in love and sometimes keeping your hands off of each other feels like the hardest thing in the world

so he knows exactly how the bed broke

but hearing eddie trying to lie about it is the funniest thing on the planet

shopping for a new bed frame is easily the most adult thing you and eddie have ever done

and the only one he can afford is a star wars themed one in the children’s section

eddie groans and acts annoyed about having to get one that’s so childish but you know he secretly loves it

because the headboard is shaped like the cock pit of the millennium falcon with lightsabers painted on the foot of the bed

you try to put it together without wayne’s help while he’s at work

and you’re like “how long do you give it before we break this one?”

“an hour if you wine and dine me first <3”

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