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Panicked Panko
SOME NSFW CONTENT AHEAD 18+ ONLY (this is a side blog main :panicadjacenttopanko) Hello yes welcome! I’m Kit |30| Sometimes I feel creative, but most of the time I just PANIC
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Pink is Metal
summary: Eddie wants to fuck you against a wall, you want to see him with a leash on. This is your erotic compromise.
[takes place in y/n’s bedroom]
includes: praise kink, eddie with BDSM leash and collar, switch reader, switch eddie, oral (F) receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, light choking
word count: 3.1k
authors note: eddie is such a hardcore switch, but i see no fics where he switches from a sub to a dom all in one fic… yall be prepared to change your underwear after this
“It’s… pink.” Eddie comments on the collar being put on his neck.
He’s on his knees at the foot of the bed between your legs while you’re sitting on the edge, looking down at him.
You look him in the eyes with your eyebrow raised. “Is that a problem, or are you too ‘manly man’ to have fun?”
“no, no” Eddie quickly defends himself. “pink is… metal. I think.”
You finish putting on the collar, but hold off on hooking the leash to it. You just want to admire the feeling of ownership after putting a collar on your boyfriend. The feeling of… a sort of dominance from collaring the man you’re in a relationship with. Like he’s all yours and yours only, and possibly like you’re forever in control as long as its on his pale thick neck.
“Like what you see, princess?” He grins up at you. Even when he’s in a submissive position, he still wants to mess with you.
“That mouth of yours is a little annoying, Eddie,” you say while grabbing both sides of his face as you lean down. You bring your mouth next to his ear “how about we put it to good use?” your socked foot travels in between his legs over his black sweats to apply soft pressure on his dick. His eyes widen as he soon catches on to what you’re referring to. He exhales a short breath through his small smirk on his excited face.
“Yes ma’am” he flirtatiously replies, and fuck do you love it when he does that.
You take your foot off of him and you move away to turn behind you, grabbing the black chain leash with a pink handle. You turn back to him. You hook the chain to the collar, feeling more and more confident. You have the pink handle in your right hand as you grab his face again.
“Do you want a kiss, Eddie?” You say, eyes trailing down to his full pink lips.
“mhm” he nods with a smile, moving his face to meet yours. Your lips meet for a more heated kiss than expected. You can tell he’s being impatient. You decide to tease him for being so excited. Your foot travels back to his covered dick and you apply pressure again, meanwhile your tongue runs over his bottom lip, teasing his mouth.
He opens it, expecting your tongues to touch with your kiss, but you just smile against his mouth and give a small kiss to his lower lip. He’s a little disappointed, he’s so desperate for your kiss to deepen, and you can see this.
“Someones eager.” you say against his mouth, kissing him again before he can answer. His face flushes at your awareness of his neediness. “Mmm” he says against your mouth. You decide to give him what he wants and let your tongues meet. His tongue is so warm and wet. You begin to crave it elsewhere…
“Take my shorts off for me, will you?” you say as your left hand finds its way to his hair, as if to pet his head. Your foot leaves his groin as he slips your shorts off and your underwear along with it. He leans back waiting for your next order.
“Now-” yank
You pull the leash back towards you, making him quickly fall forward between your legs. He has to swiftly put his palms in between the inner parts of your bare thighs to catch himself, preventing him from falling face first onto your center.
He looks up through his eyelashes, only 2 inches away from your wetness. He gulps at your dominance. Your face looking down at him while he’s below you begins to get his face warm. He thinks you look so beautiful like this.
“-eat.” you command, straight faced.
And he is more than happy to. This idiot smiles and moves his hands to better grip your thighs to spread them apart for him.
His hot mouth finds your center, licking slowly from bottom to top of your slit. His full, wet, and oh so warm tongue licks slow stripes with heavy pressure to contrast his underwhelming speed. Your legs twitch for a short second at the contact. His pace is too slow for you. He knows you hate when he teases you like this, but he wants to take his time.
You’re not having it though. You yank the top of his scalp back so his mouth pops off of you. He’s looking up now, mouth open and he’s exhaling heavy, chin glistening from your wetness. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you ever want to see me on that wall for you, pretty boy.” you warn.
He tenses at your warning. It’s so intimidating, it makes him so ready to make you cum on his mouth. The thought of you squirming, yanking his hair, praising him, whining his name, all of it, starts to get his boxers tighter.
So therefore, he takes that warning seriously. Maybe too seriously, because now he’s on you more sensual than before. He flattens his tongue against you and licks faster, his grip on your thighs is tighter. The veins in his warm hands are sure to show up more now.
He puts his tongue inside of you. Yes, inside. You can feel it literally slip into your pussy. You can feel that mouth muscle of his move up and down, applying pressure against the top and bottom of your walls.
“Holy shit Eddie, fuck” you moan and your head falls back. Your hands grip his skull, feeling your body fully heat up at his expert technique. Your breathing waivers and hitches. You fucking love it when he does that. He sees this, and starts to get a little cocky with you. Which is of course, a dangerous game when you’re in charge. This bastard does not care, whatsoever. At least not when your thighs are trembling around his face, beginning to squeeze him between them.
He lets his tongue come out to lick from the bottom once again to the top, except this time it stays at the top. You feel this idiot smile against your thighs as he spreads them open again.
“keep em open, sweetheart.” he says, making eye contact with you.
His mouth is back on the top of your pussy, sucking on your clit. His plush pink and wet lips suck while the tip of his tongue flicks inside his mouth adding even more stimulation to you. Your eyes are closing shut, your moans get higher especially since no one is home except for you both.
You pant and buck your core against his face. He licks again, bottom to top, sucking, flicking the tip of his tongue on your clit, and repeating that pleasurable process. Over and over. Again and again.
“mmm fuck, such a good boy” you slur your words, “don’t you dare stop.” you exhale that warning lowly.
He’s eating you out faster now and-
oh wow. he’s moaning too. what a pervert.
He’s moaning at you using him. You fucking his face. You praising him. Gripping his hair. Trembling because of his mouth. He’s harder than ever, and needs to help himself. You feel his right hand leave your left thigh. He is trying to slip it under his sweats and pull down his boxers just enough to free himself. He eventually does and he attempts to relieve himself while pleasuring you.
You use your left leg to put pressure on his hand and freed dick.
“Who said you could touch yourself?” you pant out to him. He whimpers against your pussy, but stops himself from fucking his fist. His hand is brought back to your thigh. “Good boy,” you praise. “make me cum first”
And it doesn’t take him long to do that. He returns to that back arching tongue technique where he slips it inside over and over again. He then sucks and flicks at your clit, and repeats until you’re rambling.
“Shit Eddie,” you whine, “’m gonna cum- fuck.” Your thighs tremble and squeeze his head between your legs. Your body orgasms and your breathing is short and heavy. His mouth slows down on you as your breathing slows too. You look down at the sight of him pulling off your center.
He’s on his knees, dick out and hard. Hair messy, mouth wet and hanging open with his spit and your cum. Breathing heavy from practically being suffocated between your legs. Eyes heavy too, as they look up to meet your post orgasm ones. Both your chests rising and falling.
“You wanted to touch yourself right?” You say lowly, yanking his leash again. “So do it.” You smile such a teasing smile at your painfully horny boyfriend. His face flushes red and the thought of touching himself while you watch. His hand moves to his shaft anyway.
He touches himself without breaking eye contact with you. He licks your cum off his lips, slowly, still staring. Still fucking himself. The most erotic image you’ve seen. Eddie fucking Munson, your chaotic boyfriend was on his knees for you, on your pink and black leash, fucking his fist, getting off to you watching him.
You release the leash momentarily to take your shirt and bra off. He watches your every move.
“You’re fucking perfect” he mutters quietly.
Now that your breasts are exposed, he’s eyeing them. He licks his lips and pumps himself faster at the thought of having them in his mouth.
“You wanna suck ‘em, don’t you?” you tease. He nods. You have the leash in your hand again. You use that same hand to wrap the chain around you palm once, then twice. You pull the leash towards you and reach your opposite hand out to his hair. “Go ahead, pretty”
His mouth latches onto your nipple, and his unoccupied hand plays with your opposite breast. Both your hands are in his hair now, holding himself to you chest. His mouth feels so good on you. You feel his teeth begin to tease at you, eventually grabbing at your nipple and pulling it back, then rereleasing. You continue to hear his sucking sounds as well as the wetness leaking from his own dick as he continues to rub at it. You’re only getting more restless, you need him inside you now.
“I think it’s about time you put your dick in me” you whine.
He smiles against your chest. “Agreed.” he says, mouth full. He pulls back and you release the leash to let him take his shirt off. With a shake of his hair once the neck line lifts off his face, you’re both naked. You wish you could have seen the way his back muscles flex as he lifts his arms over his head to take off his shirt. The thought of his big back looking like that makes you bite your lip.
You grab back at the leash handle, loosely this time. He gets up off his knees, grabbing your waist to pull you up with him. You’re both facing each other, your hands on his chest and his still on your waist, curiously traveling further up. He looks down into your eyes and smiles at you before leaning down to your ear. His hair brushes at your cheek and neck, making your skin tingle.
“So I guess it’s my turn now, sweetheart.” He says lowly with a rasp. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth at his growing confidence. “Jump.” he says, hands on your waist.
You were confused at first, but then realize he wants you to jump and open your legs around you so he can hold you. You grip the leash handle in your hand, place both your hands on his shoulders, and jump into him as his hands lift you onto his waist. You legs cross around his strong back as he walks you into your wall.
It’s cold at first shocking your skin, making you gasp and shiver.
“oh you’ll warm up soon doll face, don’t you worry” He reassures you in your ear. His breath is hot and so is his abdomen, which is alined against your body, including your once again wet center. He is using his upper body and thigh to hold you against the wall. His right hand is squeezing at you, but the left one gets curious.
His hand travels down to your stomach as he peppers kisses on your neck.
“Eddie…” you breath, “touch me already”
“But baby, I am touching you…” he replies, teasing you. His tongue licks at you neck and it drives you crazy. You impatiently move your hand to his to place it on your wetness.
He chuckles at your desperation, but fights back against your hand. “someones eager”
That cocky bastard just used your own words from earlier against you, and it’s only making you want him more. You get sexually frustrated and pant out saying “you assho-”
But you’re cut off by his finger tracing up your slit, and his teeth biting at your lower lip. You moan from all the pent up arousal coming to a small release. He kisses you roughly and slips his middle finger into you. It pumps in and out at a painfully slow pace. You’re gonna need so much more than that.
“This is what you wanted right?” he asks you, teasingly. Everything has shifted now, you’re no longer in charge.
“no…” you whimper.
“oh?” he says, laced with over confidence. “Tell me what you want then, pretty girl.”
Your patience is running thinner. You need him inside you, so you whine and squeeze your eyes closed. Your hands clench around the leash handle and his back. You can practically hear how wet you are as his finger slips in and out.
He adds another finger. “Talk to me y/n” he says, fingers moving faster. He’s warning you.
“Jesus fuck Eddie-” you moan, looking into his eyes. “that feels good b-but, shit…” you cant bring your words together, his big fingers are too good inside you. “Dick. I need it” you finally say.
“Is that how good girls ask?” he taunts, kissing all over you except your lips.
“Please fuck me” you slur out.
“How?” he says.
“A-against this wall”
“Yeah? you want that, sweetheart?” he coos with a smile. You nod aggressively.
He lets you down onto your feet and turns you around so you’re flush against the wall. His veiny hands find your hips, his foot gently kicks your legs open. He spreads you for him, the left side of your face squeezed against the wall.
He kisses your cheek as he alines his tip against your folds. You can feel the black chain from the leash dangle onto your back. It feels cool to the touch in contrast with his warm lips.
Your left hand is flat on the wall, leveled with your head. Your right grips at his hip. Your mouth is hanging open, eyes half shut. You feel only his tip enter, then exit. He does this again, teasing your wetness. He likes when you’re whining and begging for him, so he wants you to do that before fucking you.
“You look so perfect against the wall, spread open for me…” he says lowly. You’ve had enough of this teasing. Your right hand moves from off his hip to grab the leash thats dangling on your back. You grip it and pull it forward to your shoulder. His front body falls against your back.
“Now imagine how perfect I would look while you fuck me against this wall” you tell him back. Your hips push back onto his tip, body begging for his. He leans back to adjust himself, looking down at how wet you got his tip.
“My girl is so impatient, isn’t she?” He says into your ear, finally pushing his way into you. You gasp and exhale at his length stuffing you up. He groans at your heat, swallowing and clenching him.
“Relax baby” he says, hands on your hips even firmer than before. You feel tight and your back is tense. He kisses at your shoulder as you begin to get use to the position. “There you go, thats a good girl” he praises. He moves in and out more, leash still in your right hand, face still flat against the wall, your left hand next to the back of your head fists around nothing.
He sees your empty left hand and places his own palm over it, attempting to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Faster… faster Eddie” you moan. He’s so turned on by your voice he cant help but fuck you faster, harder.
“ah- fuck” he says into your ear, his forehead falls onto the top of your head. You clench at his moan.
“Oh shit baby, do that ha- do that again” he whines, “clench around me, let me feel you.”
You do as he says, his left hand squeezes around yours harder, his right finds its way up to your neck, taking your face off the wall. It falls back onto him, his hair making a curtain. His head tilts to your cheek to kiss the parts of your face that he can reach while he lightly chokes you. And fuck it’s romantic. It’s erotic. It feels amazing.
“Oh god” you moan so loud it almost sounds like a cry.
“Not my name, but I’ll take it” Eddie jokes, smirking and breathing heavy against you.
Skin slapping against skin, pants and moans from you both, movement of the chain connecting you both further. It sends your eyes rolling back, drool down the corner of your mouth. He licks it up, tongue later entering your mouth. You moan against it and he groans.
“…’m gonna cum… Eddie” you whine.
“Good girl,” he smiles, “you’re so pretty when you cum”
Your legs shake, unable to hold you up fully so his arm wraps around your body. You clench and squeeze around him, gushing and cumming. You’re now a trembling shaky breath mess. He’s about to cum too. Letting go of your hand, he braces himself against the wall. You clench around him knowing it will drive him to the edge. He pulls out, releasing all on your lower back and ass.
You find yourself flushed against the wall again, catching your breath. He rests his forehead on you. “Sorry, I got a lot on your back.” He says with a light chuckle. You reassure him its all ok.
“Maybe you should just lick it all off?” you suggest, half jokingly. His eyes open wide and light up. His hand comes to your jaw to turn it to his eyes. “oh?” you say. “Looks like you’re into that, huh?” He smiles at your questions and drops to his knees.
“maybe…” he says.
★・・・・・・★
wheeeeeew chile, now i gotta change my OWN underwear. im a little too good at this, and this is the 2nd fic ive ever written… hehehehe >:)
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Sweet Pervert O’ Mine
a/n: i shamelessly want and need to peg this man so bad ughhhHHHH this is annoying. sorry it took so long to finish, i like being detailed. also twitter link at end >:)
summary: Eddie is a horny bastard for a boyfriend who likes being pegged roughly any chance he can get, even if that means your little game of “this or that” while you cuddle has to get interrupted by your dirty thoughts.
includes: sub eddie, pegging, 2 rounds, hair pulling, crying, mommy kink, slight choking, spit, praise kink, anal fingering, eddie gets called a pervert (like only 4 times), some pegging position changes, prostate stim, some nipple stim, eddie is a damn masoch!st, reader is both mean and soft dom
word count: enough. did you see the “includes”? this 2 ROUNDS chile, im horny and ready to go.
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your ideas on dm eddie!!!!?????
like i need more of him being in charge and reader just is like no no
replying to this with another anon
18+ mdni
he would be so easily corruptible. like one session you all have to stop mid-game (it’s been 4 hours but everyone got so lost in the storytelling!!) to get the kids home before curfew. and it was just getting good, too- the knight’s brigade with you as their commander, riding on proud horseback into the rumored-to-be-dragon-infested-forest.
and later that night, after you’ve carpooled everyone to their respective homes, you settle in at Eddie’s for a movie.
but it’s not five minutes in until you’ve got a hand under the band of Eddie’s sweats, fist slick around his cock. you’re biting at that hotspot behind his ear and he’s trying to be good, keeping his hips down even though he’s longing to just fuck up into your tight hand.
Eddie lets out a little whine when you thumb at his slit- and then your voice is low at his ear, murmuring, “no dragons in that forest, right baby?”
he can’t be faulted for not answering right away, ‘cuz your other hand has slipped to cup his balls and your thumb is pressing into indecent places-
“h-what?” Eddie pants, stomach flexing, using real effort to stave off coming. “no dragon… where?”
“in the forest, baby,” you coo, patient in tone but speeding up your jacking-off rhythm.
his cock throbs in response. Eddie moans.
you sink a lovebite into the dip of his shoulder before you continue, saccharine- “gonna make it real easy on me and my knights tomorrow, right?”
and he didn’t have a choice, goddammit, you’d jacked him right up against a wall, he had to strangle out a “yes” so that you wouldn’t stop your pretty hands from moving.
“come.” as soon as you whisper the command at him he’s gone, spilling thick ropes of pearly white into his sweatpants, letting his hips jerk forward as you coax the last of his spend with a squeezing upwards twist.
his head lolls against the back of the couch, chest heaving, bright spots of pink in his cheeks. “vixen. witch. you’re a sorceress.”
“nope.” you pop the p before sucking the mess from your fingers into your mouth, Eddie watching with lust-blown pupils. “I’m just a knight with a slut for a DM.”
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society really lost the war when dressing nice / slutty = “gay” “metrosexual” “is he 💅🏻”. we had decades of men wearing crop tops and short shorts without blinking an eye and now it’s ye ole pilgrim standards and talk of scandal if they show their knees
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i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.
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Visual development for Tangled (2010) by Dan Cooper
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hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!
(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)
thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn
thanks! 💞
hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵
18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv
The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.
It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.
You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.
But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.
The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.
The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.
It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?
Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.
“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.
You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.
“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.
“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.
He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.
“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.
The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.
“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”
You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.
“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.
He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.
You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.
You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.
“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”
“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.
You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.
He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.
“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”
He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.
Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.
Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.
“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.
He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.
Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.
“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.
You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”
He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”
“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”
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A li’l self-indulgent bestfriend!eddie fluff. Reader w/ boobies.
Eddie’s not a total pig, okay?
He can control himself just fine when necessary. He’s fully capable of maintaining a conversation without his brain short circuiting at the sight of something that makes all the tiny Eddie’s in his head run around like chickens with their heads cut off. That is…except for right now.
Because right now there are boobs in front of his face. And not just any boobs. Your boobs.
“Eddie!” You huff loudly and drop your shirt. “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”
He blinks a few times, reluctantly coming out of his daze to look up at you and the appalled frown on your face. His cheeks burn with his humiliation and his mouth falls open as he stammers through his attempt to recall what you just said.
You roll your eyes, sighing all heavy and petulant as you climb off his bed.
“Hey!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up to really sell the ruse of being offended. “You’re the one whipping out your bits all willy nilly. Can’t exactly expect me to concentrate.”
Over your shoulder you fix him with a glare and snatched up one of his Hellfire figurines to chuck it at him. The freshly painted figure ricocheted off his elbow as he threw his arms up in front of him, fighting back giggles as you scolded him.
“I came to you for advice, not to be ogled!”
Well, that was your first mistake, Eddie thought to himself. Because when it came to you there was no scenario that didn’t involve ogling.
“I’m sorry. Okay? I…I got distracted. But that’s what you’re going for, right? Weren’t you asking if they look good?”
“It’s not about whether they look good, I just…I need to know if they look even.”
Even? Even, how? Even more fucking incredible than normal? Even more mouth-watering? Even better than what Eddie’s been imagining more and more over the last few years.
“Even, how?” he asks.
“Like…normal.” You groan. “He says one of them is way bigger and I thought maybe this bra would minimize the problem.”
“Problem?” Eddie snorted. “There’s not a single fucking problem with them.”
You roll your eyes at him again, but it’s not quick enough to hide the smile that started to blossom on your lips when he says that. Eddie’s bed frame squeaks in protest as he hops off the bed and comes to stand in front of you, solemn and serious in a way he almost never is.
“Sweetheart…they’re perfect.”
You’re perfect, he wants to say.
A little pride creeps into your voice as you tilt your head gently and glance briefly down at your own chest before looking back at him.
“Really?”
“Really, really. Literally, maybe, definitely, the greatest ones I’ll ever see in my life.”
A laugh bubbles out of his chest and you honestly feel like you’re going to melt into the carpet under your feet. And suddenly you can’t remember for the life of you why you even bothered with this other guy in the first place.
Because the guy you bought this stupid fancy bra for has never called them, or anything on you for that matter, perfect. And he’s never looked at you the way Eddie is looking at you.
You bit down gently on your bottom lip, absently walking your fingers along the edge of Eddie’s dresser, scratching at the chipped paint.
“Do you, um…do you think you got a good enough look?”
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Bestfriend Eddie giving you his favorite ring when you have to go out of town.
It’s only for a couple of weeks, but because the boy is so lovesick, he insists that you have a piece of him whoever you go- “think of it as a good luck charm, babe.”
Your cheeks heat under his warm gaze as he practically towers over you, standing so close. You’d miss him dearly- how could you not, but you’d promised him you’d call every night.
Your knees nearly buckle when he throws you a wink and you relent, accepting his offer. “O-okay, Eds,” you stammer, “although I think you should have something of mine, too.”
You remove one of your favorite earrings and place it into his palm, “you can hold onto this,” you grin, “I know you’ll take care of it.” You smile up at him, proudly sporting the ring he’d given to you.
He carefully cradles the diamond before closing his hand and safely tucking it away, giving you a long, bone-crushing hug and a kiss to your crown. “Of course I will, sweetheart.”
Two weeks later when he’s picking you up from the airport, he throws your bags in the van, and all but runs to pull you into him, when you stop him in his tracks.
A familiar glimmering stud shines brightly from his earlobe.
“Eds…did you go and get your ear pierced while I was away?!” You ask, tucking his hair to the side to get a better look.
“Well sort of… I did it myself. Just wanted to be able to take a piece of you with me everywhere, too.”
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Eddie wants in on this.
(He’d also appreciate bites)
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Marlene Dietrich is detained at a train station in Paris in 1933 for violating the ban on women wearing trousers.
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KRISTEN STEWART
Rolling Stone Magazine (Feb 14, 2024)
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eddie “just one more kiss” munson
“baby please just one more”
“if you give me another kiss i promise i will wash the dishes tonight baby swears”
“baby pleaseeee just one more i will literally bleed out like i did with the bats again if you don’t kiss me”
“whatever babe you’re just mad cause i want another kiss and you’re trying to stay mad but i know you can’t resist”
“honey i just cried in front of you please give me one more kiss”
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eddie likes having his hair pulled and it turns him on as much as what he’s doing
he would pop a boner in public if you so much as playfully tugged on his hair, and he would make you grind against his bulge as you made out while you pulled his hair, too.
he would even get hard if you ran your fingers through it, without doing anything sexual
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