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Eddie Munson x Reader

In The Moonlight

CONTAINS: friends to lovers, eddie is an idiot, the vaguest mention of substance abuse, gn! reader

eddie asks you out in a mcdonald’s parking lot.

he was planning to do it somewhere nicer—somewhere cleaner, like a field of blue flowers , or a park with a pond, or a cafe that sells those cute little sandwiches that are entirely too expensive for how minuscule they are. but then you’re wearing one of his denim jackets because you got cold and it’s so big on you it looks ridiculous and you’re positively beaming thinking about all the fries you’re going to dip into your milkshake and what movie you’re going to watch on laserdisc when you get back to eddie’s place because you’re staying over and he just—

—catches you by the wrist. turns you towards him , delicate, like you’re a morning glory in his palm. opens his mouth and his heart jumps out of his throat like a fire-cracker, burning orange in the sweet night glow. “i want to like. give you my entire soul. or something.” he says it with a gossamer sweetness, voice curling in a timid breeze.

you blink up at him, owlish and wonderfully quizzical. the night is pink on his cheeks with blush. there’s a bruise forming on his bottom lip from incessant chewing, royal blue, a red split right down the middle of its landscape. you think he could do with some chapstick. to you, he’s never looked more beautiful.

“i think you’ll need that,” you offer, catching moonlight in the tines of your teeth, and eddie looks like he might combust into a million little firefly pieces, “i don’t know. i heard it was important. ‘or something.’”

habitually, he grinds his shoe into the gravel like he does when he’s nervous but desperately trying not to be. so tough. so soft, underneath that black-heart shell, you think, quiet and waiting.

“right— um. no, that’s not what i… that was metaphorical. i meant it like, i want you to—“ he gestures vaguely at you. your eyebrows furrow. “—know that you could have it. my soul; the heart right out of my chest. if you wanted. i’d give them to you. metaphorically.”

eddie considers that he may just die. tear apart into nothing, as you gaze upon him with consideration, like you’re trying to figure him out.

idly, he thinks you don’t have to, because you’re the only one who knows him like he’s real; like he isn’t a monster in human skin.

you run your thumb across the vein like velvet on the white of eddie’s wrist, trying to soothe him, and he swallows the wet anticipation in his mouth, because your touch is practically electric.

“what are you telling me? actually. as in, literally.”

a hand comes up to run at the nape of his neck, dark with curls. “oh man. i’m loosing my nerve. this is so much more complicated than it went in my head.”

“tell it to me plain and simple. it’s just me.”

that’s the problem, he thinks, but doesn’t say.

there’s this itch behind your ribcage as he looks at you contemplatively, eyes brown and full; hedged with lashes thick and long and dark like the underside of a crescent moon. light twinkles against his skin. he’s a work of art, a mosaic of every wonderful thing you’ve ever seen; have yet to see, glinting and gleaming.

his pulse beats where you’ve pressed into it, and the warmth of you is grounding but it also somehow sends him into orbit, reaches right down into the centre of him and turns him against the nature of gravity.

“i don’t—“ he licks his mouth wet. takes a recalibrating breath, though it doesn’t feel like enough. “i don’t think i want to be friends anymore.”

“ouch, munson,” you tease, but your heart is scraping against your throat and you feel big and small, like you’ve transcended all earthly bounds and become something greater. it occurs to you what he means, but you want him to say it, want to hear the words.

eddie swallows. “i mean, i don’t want to be just friends. i still want to beat you at video-games and smoke weed and play ghost/hunter with you in the woods,” his voice trembles with vulnerability. you soften. “but i think… i know, that i want to hold your hand too. and— i want to kiss you.”

the moon and the stars watch fondly. a smile that tastes like twilight lifts the edges of your mouth.

“then kiss me.”

so he does. and oh, this is what he’s longed for.

he kisses you and you’re kissing him back, and the world is big and the universe is in his hands as he cradled your face and your lips are flavoured like vaseline and potato fries and the kindest affection.

love pours out of him. tender, and new, and inquisitive.

his heart beats in his chest. this is the moment eddie comes alive.

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kaalamarii · 2 years ago

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Can't Fight This Feeling Pt. 4

Your kisses against his skin changed from gentle to wanting, and you moved up from his chest to his neck and across his jaw line. Eddie met your mouth with hunger, and you pulled him over on top of you, to nestle between your legs. He supported himself with one arm and the other was all over you, breaking the barrier of your thin shirt to move up and palm your breast. The friction of his calloused skin on your delicate nipple caused it to immediately harden, he toyed with it gently.

As your kisses continued, he gently bucked his hips into yours and you felt his hardness which sent a wave of desire radiating from deep within. Drawing your lips away, you pulled up at your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him fully for the first time. He barely gasped, immediately ducking down to draw a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked at the sensitive bud, and you moaned and arched up into him. Your reaction encouraged him, and he slid his hand down between your bodies to find your heat.

***Eddie Munson x Female Reader • 18 plus • 3.6k words***

THE SMUT IS HERE, what all you horny fucks have been waiting for, cursing, drug use, virgin Eddie and virgin reader, first time, graphic depictions of sexual acts, but also tenderness and love

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Over the last several months, there had been many first for you and Eddie.

The first time you kissed, for example. In his bedroom at midnight while some horribly cheesy love song played, expressing all the words that Eddie had been unable to find.

The first time he introduced you as his girlfriend to your friends, who had all responded with an overwhelming consensus of “it’s about fucking time” because apparently you both were transparent to everyone but each other. “There must be something wrong with her,” Gareth had teased. “Yea, I keep waiting for her to change her mind,” Eddie had taken it all with stride.

The first time you held hands in the hallway at school. People had stared and you’re pretty sure even laughed. You held onto Eddie proudly. He planted a kiss on your check or brought your hand up to his face any time someone stared for too long, reassuring both them and you that he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought.

The first time he’d spent the night, not on the couch, but in the bed with you. You’d stayed up way too late talking, afraid that if you both just shut up and went to sleep, you’d miss out on something magical. Desperate to soak up every precious moment together. You finally passed out in each other’s arms around 3 am. Eddie snored. You had teased him about it the next day, how he had done to you when he spent his first night on your couch.

The first time he’d called you sweetheart. “Call you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he’d promised as he kissed your forehead on his way out the door. The first of many sweethearts, but each one felt like velvet in your ears. A gentle reminder that you were special to him. His sweetheart.

The first time you guys really made out, in the back of his van during lunch, tangled in each other’s limbs and practically rolling around in the dirty carpet. Had to stop yourselves and go to opposite ends like toddlers in trouble before you crossed another first off the list.

The first time you exchanged I love you’s. Laying on top of his van on a flannel blanket, parked out at lovers’ lake and staring at the stars. He’d kissed up your arm, shoulder and into your neck. Inhaling the smell of your hair deeply, he sighed out “I love you” right into your ear. You’d nearly cried with joy and thrown yourself on top of him. Showering him with a million kisses before saying it back.

The first time you’d seen his dick, your hand wrapping around it so unsure and careful because you’d never even seen one in person, much less touched it. Pumping your fist up and down trying to gauge the right way to do it, you’d barely made it 30 seconds before Eddie was visibly coming to the edge. “Don’t you do it, Eddie Munson!” you had warned him, trying to savor the experience, but he spilled out all over your hand anyway and then blushed at the sight of his own cum on your skin.

Yea, there had been a lot of firsts with Eddie. Each experience was unique and exciting for both of you. You were forming core memories that you’d carry with you for the rest of your lives. There was just one first that you hadn’t addressed.

And it was the biggest one.

You had talked about it, here and there. Never going into much detail because the conversation made you both tense with nerves and anticipation. Eddie was gentle. Always gentle. He never pushed or made you feel like you had to do anything. There have been moments. Fondling through clothes, dry humping on each other’s thighs as you made out. The quick hand job you’d given him. He’d rubbed you through your panties one night and you thought you were dying from the pleasure. But that was as far as it had gone. Neither one of you had much experience and though your cores ached to be together, you both were scared to make that move.

Now, lying in his bed with music playing softly and the glow of his bedside lamp, you stared up at him as he sang along to the song with a partially smoked joint sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

He was on his side, facing you, with his arm bent underneath him, leaning his head on his hand for support. His chest was bare aside from two tattoos towards his left shoulder. He was broad and muscular, but also soft and warm. Defined jaw line and full lips that kissed you just right. Mop of thick curls flowing down and just barely hiding his collar bones. You were so in love with him. Eddie was a beautiful person who had given your life so much purpose, so much joy. You reached up with one hand and placed it on his cheek as he sang, pulling his attention down to you.

His warm, brown eyes met yours and his face changed to sport the signature stupid fucking grin you had grown to adore. His cheeks wrinkled. You stared at him.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He asked sincerely. You rubbed your hand gently on his face, and he pressed into the affectionate gesture. “Just love you,” you said honestly. “Admiring the view.”

His grin changed to a full-on toothy smile, his head cocked upwards a little, asking “you like what you see?”

You drew his face down into a kiss, mumbling “very much so” into his lips as they met yours. Eddie kissed you deeply. He always did. He kissed you like he was pouring every bit of love he could into it. He kissed you like each kiss was your first and your last. He started to pull away and you gripped him tightly, pushing into the kiss to let him know you wanted more. He did not fight it, pressing into your tongue with his. The sensation sent shock waves down to your core and you sucked on Eddie’s tongue softly which elicited a moan from his mouth to yours.

He pulled back now, as he often did when the energy between you two grew needy. Never pushy, he always let you come to him for more. You knew part of it was because he was a gentleman, and part of it was because he was nervous. He offered you the joint that was still in his fingers and you took it, taking a deep draw. He watched you closely. You loved how he watched you, like you were a movie he was deeply interested in. He barely even blinked.

You exhaled and took another small hit before passing the joint back and adjusted in the bed a little. Arms across your abdomen and staring straight ahead at the Corroded Coffin banner he had hanging across the cracked window.

His room was chaotic, filled the brim with him. It was like a museum of Eddie, his interests and passions thrown all over the place. There was not much room to walk, his amps and furniture taking up most of the space. Didn’t matter, though, because you spent most of the time sprawled across the bed.

The high from the weed you’d been sharing was settling in, making you feel heavy and relaxed. Eddie was snuffing the joint out, leaving the roach in the ash tray he moved to his bedside table. He laid down full next to you, throwing his arm across your belly and pulling you tight into the space next to him. You turned into him, his skin was so warm and he smelled faintly of deodorant and tobacco. Nestling into the crook of his neck, you placed a few soft kisses which he hummed in response to.

“I am so stoned,” you muttered against his collar bone. He chuckled, asking you, “is that not the goal?” You laughed loudly against his skin before closing your lips again to pepper him with kisses. His hands ran down your back and settled on your ass, pawing gently at the fabric of your panties.

The weight of his arms on you felt like the only thing anchoring you to the planet. You didn’t know it was possible to feel such security, such bliss, you knew that no matter where life took you, that Eddie was your home. You’d follow him anywhere.

“I love you,” he said into the top of your head, pressing his chin down on it to squeeze you harder. Though you were both touching pretty much head to toe, there was a need to get closer. It was never enough. As he pressed into you, your body responded with arousal. A heat formed in between your legs, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. You were not used to this aching feeling, but you didn’t fight it. There was something compelling you to explore it.

As his kisses continued, he gently bucked his hips into yours and you felt his hardness which sent a wave of desire radiating from deep within. Drawing your lips away, you pulled up at your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him full. Another first. He barely gasped, immediately ducking down to draw a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked at the sensitive bud, and you moaned and arched up into him. Your reaction encouraged him, and he slid his hand down between your bodies to find your heat.

Staying outside of the fabric, he rubbed at your sensitivity with a gentle pressure, continuing to work your nipple with his mouth. “Eddie,” you breathed his name out, “more.”

He took his hand away and you whimpered, wriggling under him to pull your own panties down. Eddie rolled to the side of you again, letting you have the freedom to kick them off of your ankles. “Your panties on my floor,” he said with a cheeky smile, “never in a million years…” his thought trailed off as his eyes took you in, naked from the chest down with your shirt bunched up around shoulders.

Your body was tingling from head to toe, as he brought a hand over and cupped your breast. You were vulnerable under his gaze, which was exciting and scary. Torturously he moved ever so slowly towards your aching core, “I want you to touch me,” you instructed. “I want to touch you,” he agreed, “you’re so sexy.” He said the words like he was in a trance, eyes wild and focused on every inch of skin he could see.

As good as his hands felt on you, they were not where you wanted them to be. You thrusted hungrily upwards as he found your pubic bone, encouraging him to touch. He looked at you quickly, as if gauging your emotions, before sliding a finger into your slit. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet,” he stated boldy, like the way you felt shocked him, and you could’ve melted into the mattress right then. “Please, Eddie,” you wanted to beg but didn’t really know what for.

You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his fingers upward, causing them to slide right over the bundle of nerves that was throbbing for his touch. You trembled at the sensation, letting out a small gasp. “Oh, is this what you want?” Eddie asked slyly, applying a slight pressure and rotating his fingers on your clit. “Mmhmm” you whimpered out, clawing at his shoulder for dear life. You held onto him as he stimulated you. Only your own fingers had touched you there before, and they never felt as good as what he was doing now. “Don’t stop,” you begged as your writhed under his touch.

“Fuck, you are so sexy right now,” Eddie hissed, pulling you into a rough kiss before dropping your mouth. Wanting more, you tried to kiss him again, but he pulled away. “I want to watch you,” he said, and those words were just enough to send you right to the edge.

Your entire body was on fire, every muscle was screaming, you tossed your arms around his neck to support yourself and arched up into his motions suddenly. Your orgasm was intense, and your body spasmed as his touches did not waver. You cried out with release as Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “Holy shit,” you moaned out as he slowed his touches down to nothing, helping you ride down the other side of the wave. He smiled down at you in a way that let you know he felt powerful, confident in what he had just done. Your arms fell from their grip on him and every muscle that had just spasmed gave out.

“That was fucking amazing,” you said with a small laugh, sort of embarrassed at how you had reacted to the pleasure. “I want more,” you said suddenly.

Eddie laughed down at you and brought his hand back to your pussy, barely touching the throbbing bud that he had just worked over. You jerked a little at the over sensitivity and looked up at him, saying firmly “That’s not what I mean.”

Eddie stilled his hand and your eyes connected. You bit down on your bottom lip and rocked your hips back and forth under his hand. As if he suddenly understood, he responded with “Hell yea!” and scrambled back on top of you. Freezing above you, looking down, his hair was falling around his face. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He asked sincerely, barely letting his own erection that was still bound in his shorts touch your inner thigh.

You nodded, nervous but buzzing with anticipation. “Ok, um, wow,” he stumbled around his words, hopping up to dig through his bedside table. “I think I have some condoms,” he continued to dig frantically, and you tried to steady your breathing. Finally, he pulled his hand up, fingers gripping the condom as he held it out to you like it was the One Ring.

He enthusiastically climbed back on top of you, knees between your thighs and kissed you hungrily.

“Take these fucking things off,” you insisted, moving your hands to pull and tug at his boxers and shorts. The tension of the last several months was coming to a head and all you wanted to do was be as close to him as you could be. Eddie leaned back on his knees and enthusiastically pulled his clothes down to reveal his erection, which bounced up and hit him in the torso with an audible thump.

Holy shit, was Eddie’s dick mesmerizing. Thick but not too long, the head was glistening with anticipation. As Eddie moved to pull his legs free, you watched with wonder at what you saw. All yours. He was hard for you. Fuck, you felt like a goddess.

Grabbing for the condom that Eddie had left on the bed next to you, you adjusted yourself to sit up in front of him as you tore into the package. Condom in your hand, you reached forward to grip his erection which made him involuntarily whimper. “Can I put it on?” you asked, and Eddie couldn’t form words, just nodded as he stared down at your hand holding him. Gingerly you positioned the opening of the rubber on his swollen head and felt him twitch in your grasp. Rolling it downward, it clung to every groove and vein before stopping just an inch before the base. You looked down at your work, then up at Eddie, the silence full of electricity, before laying back down against the mattress.

Eddie reached down and stroked himself once, then twice as he positioned back between your thighs. You placed your hands on his shoulders and he was trembling. “Are you ok?” you asked sincerely. “Nervous,” he replied quietly. “I’ve never…” his words trailed off. “Hey,” you took his face in between your hands, “me neither.” You both already knew this, but just saying it out loud made it feel easier. Expectations lifted.

“I wanna make you feel good,” Eddies words came out desperately, like a prayer to whatever was listening. “You will,” you assured him, rising up slightly to kiss him quickly.

Moving slowly, still shaking, he ever so gently worked himself up and down through your wetness, gathering the moisture on his tip and using his hand to slick it down his length. Your heart was pounding, your pussy was practically crying for him, and you were about to lose your god damn mind if he didn’t get on with it.

“You are absolutely sure?” Eddie asked again, “I am more than sure,” you promised, “are you?” You asked him sincerely, but impatiently, wrapping a hand around your own breast and squeezing it.

“Fuck, sweetheart, yes,” Eddie confessed as he lined his velvet tip up right at your opening, but he stopped. Unmoving, he just stared down at you. “Eddie, please,” you wiggled your hips gently, feeling your opening nestle around his sensitive head ever so slightly.

“I want you.” One last affirmation brought Eddie back to life, and carefully, consciously, he pressed himself into you. You took a slow and deep breath in as the pressure built, stretching you in brand new ways. “Is this ok?” he asked, pausing himself, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m ok,” you reassured him, the sting in your core a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Keep going.”

Eddie bent slightly and planted a tender kiss on your forehead as he finally entered you fully. “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, “I’m gonna move now.” He gave a word of caution as he pulled his length out and glided back in with a sharp hiss. He was so gentle, watching you for every reaction. “So tight,” he breathed out through his own pleasure. You were tight, feeling like Eddie was splitting you in two in the best way. You whimpered, a mix of desperation and bliss, the sensation of Eddie inside of you creating static in your brain.

Eddie’s movements slowly built-up mild momentum. Awkward motions at first, but not unpleasant by any means. You let out small noises with each inward push, still adjusting to the fullness. A soft rhythm soon formed, and Eddie had to stop himself for a moment. “You feel so good,” he praised you, “knew you would.”

His words caused you to clench around him, which he met with a low growl. Without warning, his thrusts suddenly got much faster, pistoning himself down into your swollen cunt without limitations. You let his name crawl out of your throat as your head fell back onto the pillow. He showered your exposed neck with sloppy kisses, gripping your hip to hold you still.

You looked up at him, eyes blurred with pleasure, and he was a new creature. His usually expressive eyes were blank, pupils wide with lust. His curly bangs were wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead as he worked himself in and out of you. His lips were opened, breathing quickly through his mouth, his bottom lip was shiny from spit. His movements were needy, harsh, and you ate it up, clenching to hold him as tight as you could with every thrust.

The moans and grunts coming from you were practically unhuman and you were slightly embarrassed at how hard it was for you to hold back. You dug into his ass cheeks with your heels, pushing him deeper into you and letting out a yell as he pressed into a spot deep inside that you didn’t even know you had.

Eddie was fucking into you like a dog in heat, laying his chest across yours and gripping you around both shoulders. Both of your bodies were completely overstimulated, yet somehow desperate for more. You felt pressure rising and every muscle in your body tensed in seconds, and your second orgasm was a white heat that spread all over you from the inside out. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair and hanging on for dear life, convinced you were going to levitate off the mattress. He relented to your direction, laying his head on your shoulder. “I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He sat up suddenly, pumping into you two more times before letting out a series of animalistic grunts, one hand gripping your thigh and digging into the doughy flesh. You watched in awe as his body spasmed into yours as he emptied himself. You had made him cum. Your body had made Eddie Munson cum. If you had a camera in arm’s length, you’d have taken a Polaroid to keep forever.

When he was spent, he collapsed down on top of you, leaving his softening dick inside. You both gasped for air, neither of you able to form a thought and completely fuck drunk. Covered in sweat, your bodies embraced, all the love that had been building finally exchanged in a physical display. “God, I fucking love you!” he shouted, rising up and peppering you with loud and enthusiastic kisses. You giggled and squirmed under his affection.

“I just have one question,” you proposed, pulled his attention to your words.

“You got any spaghettios?”

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