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Eddie Munson is a munch.
He can’t help himself. Always aching for a taste of your sweet pussy. In the bathroom at the movie theater he’s on his knees, your skirt pushed up over your hips moaning into your cunt. In the back of his van, his hands on your knees spreading them open for him as he devours you. In the woods after one of his deals, he’s got you bent over the picnic table eating you from behind as his ringed fingers dig into your plush skin. But his favorite is when you’re sitting on his face, grinding your pussy all over him. He can’t get enough of you, craving you all the time. You’re his favorite taste.
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i PERSONALLY would like to FALL IN LOVE please!!!!!! and have the SAME PERSON fall in love with me BACK!!!!!!! could i get some MUTUAL AFFECTION out here!!!!!!!!!
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“Goodnight, Ed’s.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: you’re stoned and drunk, so you suck eddie’s dick.
warnings: oral male receiving, language, smoking of weed, drinking.
You loved late nights like this. Drunk, stoned and watching tv. Pizza boxes and Chinese food piled up on the counters. It was almost four in the morning, the living room was glowing with the illumination of the tv playing Poltergeist, a smoky steam and the smell of weed and booze strong and prominent.
You and Eddie were sat side by side, watching, giggling together, stoned out of your mind. You hadn’t said anything in hours, just enjoying the company of each other. You’d been through so much together. High school bullies, the trauma of both of your childhood’s. You had shared that with him, and he, you. Vecna. What you both had become after Vecna.
You shifted your neck and looked over to him, smiling softly. His eyes were dropping. He was getting tired. You lifted your arm and played with the back of his hair, twirling the curls and watching him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and hummed, too tired to thank you.
You rubbed at his neck, scratched his skin lightly and circled the area behind his ears, giving him all the attention and affection you could give. You stifled your own yawn, leaning over and swooping his hair over to expose his neck.
You gave him a sweet, soft kiss behind his earlobe, scooting close so your legs touched his. You kissed and caressed his neck slowly and softly, moving up to his chin and back down. He groaned happily when you nibbled on his skin.
“Baby,” He barely opened his eyes, peeking over at you. “You know I’d love to, but I’m…so tired.” He fought off a yawn.
You pulled away, turning him toward you with a single finger under his chin. “Then let me do the work, darlin.” You pecked his lips with a wet sound, not so gracefully falling to the floor in a heap at his knees. You weren’t near as drunk as he was, but the effects of the marijuana had you dizzy and giddy, and more importantly, ready to suck his dick.
You struggled to take his belt and jeans off, and he was too out of it to be of any help. His hands fumbled with yours, and you slapped him away so you could do it yourself, eyes squinting in the poorly lit room. Once you got his belt undone, you pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his boxers were the next to go.
Once finished with removing his clothing, you sat up on your knees and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his thigh, then switching to the other. You could feel him watching you. You licked his skin with your tongue, the sound of someone screaming behind you on the tv. The light of the screen made him look angelic, eyes slouched and red rimmed, shoulders hunched over, cock hard and ready for you to suck dry.
You looked up at him. His arms were folded behind his head, leaning back with a small smirk on his face. “Well?” He asked.
You blushed at the deepness of his voice. It made your pussy throb. “Just waitin’ for you to ask me nicely, Ed’s.”
He pushed air out between his lips, rolling his head back till it hit the sofa. The couch had seen better days. It was covered in stains of all kinds. “Please, honey?”
You hummed happily, tossing your hair back and twirling your hands against him. “Sure, honey.”
You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking and puckering so hard he nearly jumped clean off the couch. “Ah,” He whined, gripping the cushions beneath him. “Oh, baby,”
You took his length in your mouth, moving down his shaft until he hit the back of your throat. You wrapped your hand around the base, moving up and down slowly, puckering him with your lips.
Your other hand kept you held upright with his thigh, your head going up and down in a steady rhythm. He held your hair, wrapping your locks with his fist to guide you where he wanted. He sniffled, tilting his head to look down at you.
“So good to me, baby, god,” He whimpered, his thighs tensing underneath you. “That feels so good.”
You swirled your tongue against the prominent vain along his shaft, hollowing your cheeks so you could get every inch of him inside of you.
“Fuck, baby, keep doing that.” He squinted his eyes closed, his hand dropping from your head to fist the sofa cushions. “Yeah, y-yeah, that,”
He panted, looking up to the ceiling as he felt his balls tighten. “I’m gonna cum, baby,”
You did what you knew best and paid special attention to his tip, the space beneath and massaged him with your tongue. He cried out, spilling himself down your throat with a salty taste.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He cursed in cries, biting his hand with his pearly teeth. You sucked him dry, taking in everything he had to offer.
You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth. His eyes were closed, chest heaving with pants and his arms cast lazily at his sides.
“Goodnight, Ed’s.”
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The first time you and Eddie said you loved each others happened at his birthday party, or more specifically, once the party was over. All your friends had gone home, Wayne just left to go back to work, leaving you and Eddie alone. Once you close the door you see Eddie sitting on the couch, smiling at himself while he looks again at all the gifts he received. A Metallica shirt, a new Stephen King book, a new watch and Cluedo. There is only one last gift he has to open now, yours. As much as you were exited for him to open it, you decided to wait till you were finally alone.
You go take the gift into his room and once you came back in the living room, you find his eyes on you, an exited look on his face at the sight of the paper bag in your hands. A look that goes from exitment to shocked once he realize what it is. A playlist. A playlist made by you with all his favourite songs in it, included somes he never heard about but made you think of him the moment you listened them. He can't believe his eyes. He can't believe you took some your private time to make something for him, You ask him nervously if he like it and without realizing, he says the magical three words. You stare at each others with shocked faces for what seems an eternity, fear takes him, thinking he just ruined everything. You've only been dating for a couple months now, what was he thinking? But that fear goes away the moment he notice a sweet smile forming on your face, followed by a soft "i love you too". As soon as he heards those words he starts to cry. He loves you and you love him back. He never felt so lucky in his entire life till now.
You spend the rest of the night laying on his bed, hugging each others, kissing and murmoring "i love you" till you fell asleep.
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Joe Keery Oh uh... What? I see what you did there. That was good.
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Eddie Munson loves it when you play with his hands.
The feeling of your warm skin against the coldness of his makes him shudder with a certain desperation every single time. He made sure to keep your hand in his to keep being your fidget toy.
You caress and bend his fingers at your will and he smiles at you in adoration, the kind of loving look you see in movies. You trace his veins sometimes letting the journey of your fingertips lead you to his shoulders and trace around the lightly freckled skin there, again it makes him shudder, he shivers in a way only you can make him.
When you travel your way back to his hand you let yourself press your thumbs into his calloused palm and he groans, you snap your head up to his letting your wide eyes catch his brown ones and he offers you a smile letting you know to continue.
He nods off feeling an undeniable comfort.
Eddie loves when you play with his hands.
Or maybe Eddie just loves you.
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ocs!eddie always.
“Sweetheart,” he mumbles, shoulder bumping yours where you sit up against the wall on your bed in your studio apartment, “Babydoll, put your glasses on.”
You don’t realize it, but you’ve been squinting at the TV for the better half of five minutes.
“You’re gonna give yourself a headache,” he says matter of factly while you get on all fours to reach to your bedside table for your frames.
“You give me a headache,” you mumble with a laugh, sliding the wire rims onto your face. You settle back next to him, his tattooed hand sliding over your thigh.
“Hm?” he quirks, one brow raising with his dimples on full display, “I what?”
“You. Give me. A headache,” you annunciate slowly, getting closer to his face with each word. He grins the same boyish grin you’ve come to love, his slightly overgrown facial hair bristles against you while you get close to his lips.
“I dunno about that, Peach,” he grizzles out, noses brushing, “Think I’ve cured a headache or two.”
“Hmm,” you consider, “Maybe.”
Eddie leans forward, sealing you together with his lips. Gentle and sweet, not wanting to go further than a few soft kisses while you’re wrapped up watching TV.
“Did I ever tell you how much I like these on you?” He asks against your lips, kissing your cheek before pulling away just slightly to look you over. The reflection of the TV glitters in his brown eyes, reflecting off his own frames.
“You tell me all the time,” you smile.
“I do, don’t I?” he laughs. You settle under his arm, back to snuggled up.
After a while your gaze ticks up at him, “You’re right, I can read the subtitles better now.”
“Yeah,” he nods, a sweet kiss on your forehead, “Bet you can, four eyes.”
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“Everybody’s just trying to do their best, and I find so much hope in that.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE KEERY! — April 24, 1992
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