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xxbimbobunnyxx · 3 months

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“Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.” w Eddie 🫡

18+MNDI!!

Eddie is sitting up against your headboard, propped up against your excessive amount of soft pillows while you straddle him. You’re riding him fast and hard, your hips are coming almost all the way up to the point that his cock almost leaves you before you’re slamming back down on him again and again. You’ve been fucking him like this for so long now he’s lost track of time. You ride him like your life depends on it, and when he’s just about to tip over the edge and spill inside of you, you stop your movements and simply cock warm him until his oncoming orgasm passes.

“Eddie, baby, kiss me.” Your voice comes out whiny and your breathing is erratic from the way you’re fucking yourself on his cock. You have your hands on his shoulders for leverage and your nails are digging into his skin, leaving little crescent moon shapes.

“Fucking shit, of course, sweet thing. Anything for you, especially when you’re fucking me like this.” Eddie takes your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours in a desperate needy kiss. You slow your thrusts, letting your weight rest on him while you grind against him. He’s so deep inside you and the tip of his cock is rubbing against your g-stop just right. Every time you roll your hips forward your clit rubs against the corse hair at the base of his cock and it’s all just so good.

He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately intertwine it with yours. The kiss is filthy, a mixture of both of your spit dripping down your chins. All tongues and teeth and bumping nose’s. You feel yourself getting close again, but you need more. So you start to pick up the pace again. Your start to slam down onto his cock with fever again, the sounds of your wet pussy and your hips slapping against his fill the room.

Eddie still has your face in his hands, and he’s trying his hardest to keep making out with you, he knows how much you love the feeling of his lips on yours when you tip over the edge. But you’re fucking him at such a brutal pace that his lips keep slipping against yours and your teeth keep clacking together. He pulls away from your lips, kissing the side of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw.

“Eddie, keep kissing me, please, I wanna kiss you.” You sound so desperate, and your thrusts are starting to become more sloppy, your pussy clenches around him and he can tell you’re close.

“Alright baby, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He smirks at you before he’s grabbing your thighs and flipping you over. His cock slips out momentarily but he wastes no time slamming back into you and fucking you just as hard as you were fucking him, if not harder.

He uses one hand to grab your thigh, hooking it around his hip. He brings his other hand up to your face, cupping your jaw and connecting his lips with yours. He kisses you as roughly as he’s fucking you, his tongue invading your mouth while he continues to rail into you with his cock.

The hand holding your thigh snakes between your bodies to find your clit, he runs circles on it with his thumb and it all just feels so perfect. He hits that perfect spot inside of you while his tongue dances with yours, and he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure to your sensitive needy clit. You feel your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, and Eddie feels it too. The way you’re moans turn extra needy against his mouth, the way your pussy clenches around him, how hard you start to pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, are all telltale signs that you’re about to cum.

It only takes a few more thrusts and you’re tipping over the edge, the feeling sending him tumbling right after you. Eddie keeps kissing you while he fucks you both through your highs, his cum filling you in ropes.

“Fuuuuck baby, I love you.” He pulls his lips away from yours so he can look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his soft stubble covered cheeks.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “My beautiful girl.” Kiss.

#idk I was possessed #eddie munson x reader #Dolly’s asks #keeks🔮#Eddie Munson blurb #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson thoughts #Dolly writes

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nakanosorami · 3 months

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お題「キーク」 by Qoo_1025 ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. Please remember to support the original artwork and creator by visiting the source.

#mahou shoujo ikusei keikaku #magical girl raising project #keek #restart #fanart #posts

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iamaleximusprime · 2 years

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I know I don’t post much on here, but my cat passed away yesterday and I needed to say something about it.

#cat #cat photography #keek #keeky mama

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aphrogeneias · 4 months

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do u think that rockstar!eddie has ever had to like calm assistant!reader down cause she gets too stressed and overwhelmed by things? like she’s in charge of his schedule and right under the holidays he has a bunch of gigs and on one side she’s like so happy for him but on the other she’s scared that they won’t be home for christmas 🫣 sorry i’m very soft rn

eddie finds you curled up on the corner of his couch, phone hanging on your shoulder as you take notes with your free hands. there's paperwork all over his coffee table, and a forgotten cup of tea getting colder on the side table, next to the phone.

you were supposed to be asleep next to him hours ago, and that was what woke him up in the first place.

while he rubs the sleep off his eyes, he hears a few misplaced words. reschedule, interview, music video. it was supposed to be tomorrow, but he won't be available. "no, i'm afraid not." you sigh, putting your pen down. "their last date is on the 21st. i can't schedule anything further than that, i'm sorry."

he's paddling his way to you, cold feet bare on the carpet, when you hang up, looking more tired than you had all day. kneeling in front of you, he spreads his hands over your thighs, trying to comfort you. "everything okay? why are you not in bed?"

"last minute changes. i wouldn't be able to sleep if i didn't sort this out but this asshole editor in chief won't have any way except his way."

"he can kiss my ass, then. i'm not doing shit if he's being difficult to you."

he watches a tired smile grow on your lips. "i forgot you were the only one who's allowed to be difficult to me."

"damn right." your boyfriend lifts himself up, and silently pulls you with him, without protest. he wraps his arms around you, still warm from sleep, and you let yourself be held by him.

your small voice breaks his heart when you whisper into his chest, "if we have to reschedule for after the show, do you think we'll make it home on time for christmas?"

it's his turn to sigh. he kisses your hair as if he's sealing a promise. "we're rescheduling anything. we're going home, baby. you need to rest."

still holding you, he leads you to the bedroom, making sure you're tucked in before he goes back and turns off the lights in the living room, and the phone for good measure.

he'd make the effort to take the reins from here on. it's what you deserve.

#i wrote this too fast i don't know if anything makes sense #eddie munson x reader #nothing else matters #keeks 🔮#inbox

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keeksandgigz · 3 months

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i don't want you like a best friend- day 2 of keeks's lover house series

Day 2 of my Lover House series♡

♡Best Friend! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader♡

best friends to lovers, painful pining, idiots in love, queer!eddie mentioned, smut, you've heard the song

Read Day 1 here!

"Carve your name into my bedpost/ 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend"

You thought Eddie had no clue of the feelings you harbored for him.

Since high school you've been pining for your best friend. Every car ride, every smoke session in his room, every concert you've gone together. Every single time you helped him haul equipment on and off his van. You've been in love with him for the past six years.

However, when he asks you to be his plus one at Steve's wedding it doesn't shock you. You were his date to proms, homecomings and various events-- there was no Eddie without you and vice versa.

This time seems different, though, as the end of the night was fast approaching. You sit at one of the tables, fumbling with the buckle of your shoes, trying yo get rid of the painful sting at the back of your heel.

Eddie follows you back from the dance floor to the table. Having shed the jacket of his suit and his tie, he's left with the top three buttons undone, and his frizzy hair tied up in a low bun as his sweaty bangs stick to his forehead.

He looks so effortlessly beautiful you can't help but try to hold back from jumping his bones. An activity you've gotten way too good at-- holding back.

He kneels on the floor, seeing you struggle with the buckle as he takes your ankle in his hand.

"Lemme do it" he says over the loud music "are your feet hurting?" the touch of his hands on the skin of your ankle makes you shiver. You nod.

"You lemme know when you wanna head back to the hotel room, I'll come with" he smiles, leaving a sweet caress on the arch of your foot. You're used to this.

The touching, the caresses. It's just how he is. Touchy.

When his hand seems to linger too much on your leg when you watch movies together at your apartment, or when you seem to be too tucked into his chest when walking down the street, his arm around your shoulders.

It drives you up a wall, he seems to always get too close. Unconscious to the idea that maybe, just maybe...

"You know what, Ed? I'm going up, I'll go say goodnight to Steve and go" you smile at him, pitter pattering your way across the dance floor, where Steve and his bride are still in the happy throes of love as he spins her around and they laugh in unison.

Eddie watches you, hips swaying with every step you take. That dress has been driving him insane all night. Dark green, tight around your hips. Multiple times in the span of the night he's had to subtly conceal his boner from the way you were dancing on him. The cocktails at the open bar getting into your system.

And there you are again, turning his brain to mush, seeing how your dress hugs you so perfectly. So he follows you like a little puppy dog, hoping to get to see more of you. Hoping you'll ask for his help in undoing your zipper as you get ready for bed.

"Tonight was fun" you sigh, walking towards your room "I think we're next, Ed" you elbow him, eyebrows raising suggestively.

"Do I have a girlfriend or boyfriend I don't know about?" he snickers, running an arm around your shoulders- God, you're so soft.

"Well, no. But you better get working on it, we're not getting any younger" you smile at him "I won't start looking 'til you do, loverboy" you laugh, still in a tipsy stupor.

You take out your key and open the door to your room.

"Need me to stay with you?" he gives you one of his pretty boy smiles. The ones that make your stomach flutter with confused butterflies.

"You don't have to, but you're welcome in if you want to. I'll just change in the bathroom" he follows you in as you rummage through your suitcase to find your toiletries.

"Don't change yet. That dress cost you a fortune, don't you want to enjoy it?" he just can't get enough of you in the dress, the green velvet hugging your body like it was made for you. Like you came out of his wildest dreams.

An awkward laugh escapes you "'kay, so what should I do then?" you lean on the dresser, crossing your arms. Your tits push up at the motion. He feels himself stir in his slacks as he pats down the spot next to him on the bed.

You sit down, body turned towards him. "What is it?" your heart thrums within your chest. The touchiness isn't unusual, but the tension that fills the room seems different. Almost like an invisible electricity.

"What if I didn't have to look?" his hand moves closer to yours, fingertips barely touching. You take a ragged breath in.

"I'm not sure what you're saying, Eddie" your hand scooches closer to his. He feels the softness of your fingers. He wonders if you're this soft everywhere.

"I don't have to look for someone to be with. No one's going to be you" you feel like your breath has been knocked out of your lungs "and I know you feel the same, so can we please stop it with the act and kiss already" you feel dizzy, hands shaking on top of his, fingers lightly entwined.

He feels the trembling in your hand as he envelops it with his. Your face feels hot.

"How'd you-" you begin, his free hand goes to your cheek, cupping. His thumb stroking the skin, moving the hair that falls on your face away from it.

"You've never been a master of subtlety, sweetheart" he smiles, his lips so close to yours you can smell the tequila shots on his breath. Breath that you're currently out of. The hand on your cheek makes a minimal movement, your lips meeting on impact.

And it's like a dam has been broken. Years of pining, waiting, jealousy, end here. Eddie's tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip, as a moan slips out of you. A moan you've been holding in along with all the breath you had.

You get more bold with each swipe of his tongue, opening your mouth up for him to give him more access. Your hands reach up to the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly making your way down each eyelet, revealing his milky skin smattered with black ink.

"I've been wanting to get that dress of of you since you got in the car this morning" he nips at your bottom lip, moving down to leave open mouthed kiss down the column of your neck.

A breathless moan falling from your lips as he reaches for the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders.

He reaches under the slit of your dress, you gasp at his actions, still trying to convince yourself that this is real. That what is happening is not just another stupid dream.

Caressing the side of your thigh, he bunches up the velvet of her dress around your hips, your hands trapped in Eddie’s hair as you let breathless gasps escape you.

“You like me touching you?” he asks, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass, it’s getting all so much already, with a whine you lean your forehead on his shoulder.

“Hey, no, look at me” he grabs your face gingerly, letting your eyes meet "I've been waiting to see you like this. I need to see you" and in the shushed whispers it's like you're not even in a hotel room anymore.

He's created your own universe, where the perfection of your bodies, hands, fingers, breaths intertwined, they're everything that matters for a brief moment in time.

Eddie reaches behind your back, feeling around for the zipper of your dress. You hold a breath in, briefly overtaken by a strange feeling. He's never seen you like this.

"It's okay, it's just me" it's almost like he senses your unease in the air, placing a chaste kiss to your shoulder, like a soothing balm for your heart. The zipper begins to go down, its buzzing fills the room, a ticking clock for what's about to happen.

"I can't believe we waited this long" he says with bated breath, as you get the dress of of you "you're so gorgeous" he mumbles against the skin of your wrist placing an open mouthed kiss there.

Your heart thrums, you want to answer him, you want to say that you've loved him since high school, you've played the waiting game and the reward was right in front of you. Instead you just whimper as Eddie lays you down, reaching a hand in between your legs. You stop him immediately.

"I need you right now. I'm ready" you urge feverishly, you feel hot, a burning need to get close to him. Feeling like you might die if you don't feel him sink into you right this instant.

He smiles. Understanding, maybe a little cocky as he chuckles and leans back, undoing the belt of his slacks, finally letting his cock spring free, after a whole day of suffocating confinement.

Your mouth hangs open, murmuring your name against the skin of your abdomen, your chest, placing a kiss on each of your breasts, then mouthing at your neck.

"Ready?" he looks at you for any trace of hesitation, a pinch in your eyebrows that says this is a mistake, but there's only relief, almost like you'd been waiting too long for this. Years of pining could have easily ended much earlier, Eddie's been waiting as much as you have. Too much of a pussy to do anything about it, thinking he was way out of your league.

He tosses those thoughts aside, he has you now, ready and waiting under him. Nodding eagerly to let himself inside you, without wasting a moment.

And when he does, your eyebrows pinch together, but there's relief in your eyes, as you both begin to rock back and forth on the soft mattress. Small whimpers escaping you, grabbing at Eddie's neck for support.

"I've been wanting you like this since our senior prom, Eddie" you mumble, and he feels like an idiot, because he's never connected the dots. His heart hurts for the time you lost, but you lightly take his hand into yours- a silent "you have me now."

With every thrust, he sees your eyes roll back in bliss, letting out the sweetest noises he's ever heard. And he knows it, then, that he wants to keep you forever.

He mumbles your name again, and every time he does, you tighten around him. The world seems to stop for a moment as he chants it like a prayer. Kneeling at the neglected altar of your body, silently begging for forgiveness in his prayer.

But everyone of his wrongdoings seems to be washed away with every moan and whine, your pitch getting higher with every thrust. Eddie speeds up, feeling himself getting closer with a twang of embarrassment. It should have lasted longer.

"'I'm close" you whisper, gripping onto his shoulders, his back, anywhere your hands can grip him, not wanting to let him go. He keeps his pace, noticing a small sliver of tears at your waterline.

When you come undone with a silent scream, biting at his shoulder to not make noise, he follows you soon, spilling himself inside of you with a low groan.

His forehead comes into contact with yours, breathing against you, letting the rise and fall of his chest match yours. Regulating himself before detaching himself from you.

His hand keeps holding on to yours, as you drink in the moment, not wanting to let it escape from your fingertips.

He turns towards you with a smile "So I guess we're next then?"

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