I Think This Is Cute

cw: mentions of pubic hair/shaving.

fooling around with eddie at the drive in. you’re making out heavily in the back of his van, hands roaming all over, trying to silence your own moans with the doors being wide open. his chain rattles when he moves his leg in between your own, slipping his hand between your thighs when he lets out a gasp, “holy shit, you SHAVED?!”

“shh!” you urge him.

"where’d it all go? how am i supposed to navigate the scene this way? my favorite playground is bare! what happened?"

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "nothing happened, i just wanted to change it up...i thought you'd might prefer it?"

he continues to stare at you with those wide doe eyes, making you giggle; but this was serious business to eddie, and he wasn't going to let it slide.

"i prefer it, if you prefer it. do you?" he asks.

you shrug, looking down at the tattoo peeking from his shirt, fiddling with his collar.

"i don't think i do, but..i wanted you to like it. i always hear about guys wanting it, like- totally bare. just got kinda self-conscious, i guess."

“sweetheart, i don't give a shit about what other guys think, i want it how you want it. you're the hottest babe i've ever laid my eyes on, you got that?"

"yeah," you nod, giving him a tiny smile, "thanks, eds."

"either way, bare or totally bushed out, i'm finding my way through your wilderness," he grins.

"okay," you scoff, "you've said just about enough. please go back to ruining me."

he laughs before tackling you, "my pleasure, sweetheart."

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Eddie is the type of boyfriend who attempts to teach you guitar but he's the one getting distracted.

You sit in the space between his legs at the edge of the bed with the tip of your tongue sticking out the tiniest bit between the pout of your lips. The crease in the middle of your brows deepens in concentration and Eddie just absolutely loves it. His eyes can't seem to find a spot to focus on, darting from your eyes and lips, keeping a particular focus on your tongue every once in a while.

His hands are braced against your thighs, rough fingers digging into the coarse fabric of your jeans -though he wishes he was touching the softness of your skin- and his nose moves to not so subtly dig into the juncture of your shoulder.

You take a second to look at him and God does it feel good for him to know that even just looking at him removes the frustration from your face and replaces it with a warming smile.

"Y'know, you're supposed to actually teach me something right?" Your smile turns into an almost devilish smirk and one of your brows cock up in a teasing manner.

Eddie only nuzzles his face deeper into you, loving the way you've started to smell like him the longer you're in his room. "You're distracting me," Your eyes roll at the way you can almost hear the faux sulk on his face.

Laughing you push his head away from you - he groans dramatically and throws himself back against the bed- and place the guitar gently against the floor, "How am I being distracting, I'm not even doing anything!" Eddie adores the giggles that escape you between words.

He scoffs like your words bring him offense, "Well maybe if you weren't so damn gorgeous I could focus better- ever thought about that?"

You roll your eyes again but you secretly find much delight in his theatrical personality.

You twist your body and move to straddle him taking pride in the way Eddie gulps, "Oh you're right," Your hand gently cups his cheek; he leans into the touch without much thought, "It's all my fault, isn't it, baby?"

He gulps again, "Mhm, yeah, all your fault."

Another little soft mechanic!Sukuna drabble because I love him ;( gets literally a biiit suggestive but it’s not super smutty!

“I don’- thin’- she like- dat.”

You groggily turn around, woke up by your boyfriend’s mumbles. You didn’t really catch what he said, but you just want to sleep, so you don’t pay it no mind. You scoot further on your side of the bed and start to fall asleep again, when he gets back on saying random things.

“Range Rov’r… so small… wan’ marr- ‘her…“

“Sukuna, stop, I’m tired, I can’t sleep with you talking” you respond, giving him a delicate shake. He’s tired too, you know it, and that’s why he’s talking in his sleep: he only does that when he’s exhausted. For the last month he’s been working extra hours at the garage he owns, saying it’s because “you both deserve a great vacation this year”. When you asked why, he rolled his eyes and ignored you. The tips of his ears were red.

He whines, barely waking up. He slightly opens one eye, sees you far away from him on your shared bed and scowls. Lately you haven’t been together a lot, apart from the times you try to study in his office with your headphones on to not hear him curse like a sailor, or, well, like a mechanic. He wraps one of his arms around your naked waist and bumps your body against his own.

“Gotcha,” he hoarsely says. You chuckle lightly then try wiggling away to sleep again, but he doesn’t budge. The long hours he spends under the cars have given him the most amazing muscles you’ve ever seen, but those come with a lot of strength too.

You relax in his hold while he draws random patterns on your skin with his calloused hand. It’s summer, you’re both naked because he says he likes to feel your skin on his. The only time you complained about being sweaty he grinned and said he knew other ways to make you sweaty, so now you only bring out the topic when you want to get dicked down good and fast.

You reach around his body to place your hand on his back, head below his chin. You could kiss his neck if you’d pucker your lips a little, that’s how close you are. You’re starting to fall asleep again when he whispers in your ear something you don’t understand.

“What?” You ask softly.

“… lov’ ya,” he slurs, before beginning to snore a bit. You smile to yourself, getting impossibly closer to him and drifting off to sleep.

Flattery Will Get You Everywhere

Eddie Munson x shy!fem!reader

summary: You and Eddie think that your feelings for each other aren't reciprocated but you both couldn't be more wrong

cw: hurt/comfort

This is part two to Flattery Works With Me

You sat in the front seat of Eddie’s van picking at the skin around your finger nails as a metal song played from the speakers loudly. You had been in his van many times since he always gave you rides to the DnD sessions, but this was different. He was going to come into your house. He was going to see your room, and that terrified you. You knew he would never make fun of you for anything, but you were still embarrassed considering that you still had some things left from your childhood, like some boy band posters and stuffed animals that you couldn’t get yourself to get rid of. 

Eddie, though, was looking forward to seeing where you lived. The place always looked cozy when he drove up to it and now he was going to see if it actually was. He was looking forward to seeing your room, wondering if it was as sweet as you, if it was what he had been imagining. He was looking forward to helping you with your homework, honestly anything that meant he got to spend time with you. Alone. Those twenty minute car rides were the highlight every week and now he was going to hang out with you as long as you would have had him. 

“You okay over there?” Eddie asked, drumming on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was playing. He then reached over and turned the volume dial, making the music a bit lower so he could hear you when you spoke.

You slowly turned to him just in time to see his warm smile before he turned back to face the road. You thought about his question, wondering how you should have answered it, trying to figure how to word it without spilling the entire truth. That you had a huge crush on him and were nervous to be hanging out with him alone because you were concerned that you were going to tell him the truth and he was going to reject you. 

And you couldn’t have that, you just couldn’t. He was the best friend you ever had and there was no way that you were going to bring feelings into the mix. Everything was great and you weren’t going to ruin it by telling him that you liked him romantically. So, you swallowed the confession down like a large pill then turned to him, plastering on the best smile you could muster even though your heart was breaking a little. 

“I’m good,” you nodded. Eddie wasn’t buying it, but he was going to press you on it. If you had something that was bothering you, you’d tell him. At least, he hoped that you would. 

“Alright,” he replied as he turned into your driveway and your heart rate picked up. “Good.” He got out of the van then rounded the front of it before opening the door for you and helping you out of your seat. You led him to the front door, very aware that you were still holding hands, but you wouldn’t dare let go. His was soft and rough and there was something about it that made you instantly feel comforted. 

You let go of his hand and reached for your backpack, opening the smallest pocket and pulling out your keys. Eddie watched you, wondering why he was falling in love with you as you were doing something so mundane as unlocking your door. But there he was, looking at you like you had hung the moon, feeling like he was going to throw up from how overwhelmed with the feeling he was. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t think it was right. He didn’t think there was any way that you’d be interested in a freak like him. He was lucky enough to have you as a friend and he sure as hell wasn’t going to push it by telling you that he was totally and completely head over heels for you. 

The door opened and Eddie followed you inside, kicking off his shoes as he watched you do the same thing. He followed you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, getting distracted by all of the decorations that lined the walls. He was about to enter the kitchen when he spotted a framed photo that was hanging by the entrance. It was a photo of you from when you were about seven. You were reading a book, facing your palm towards the camera as if you didn’t want to have your photo taken. He shook his head with a chuckle since seemingly nothing had changed. 

“Do you want some orange juice?” You asked and Eddie stepped into the kitchen, seeing that you already had two glasses out along with the carton. He wasn’t really a big fan of the beverage, but there was no way in hell he was saying no to you. 

“I’d love some,” he smiled and you poured him a glass before handing it to him. Your fingers brushed his and your were beginning to panic at the way your hands were touching, deciding that you needed to move away as soon as possible. 

You watched him bring the glass up to his lips, wondering what they would have felt like slotted between yours, if they were as soft as they looked. He finished off half the glass then set it down on the counter and you couldn’t help but notice that some of the juice had dribbled down his chin. You stared at him, wanting to wipe away from him, but not quite having the confidence to do so.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle. “Do I have something on my face?” You pointed to the spot on your own chin and he stepped closer pointing his towards you, wanting you to get rid of it for him. 

You reached up and wiped the juice away from his chin with your thumb and your hand was removed from his skin before he was ready. He wanted you to pull him towards you and press your lips to his. He wanted to taste your lip gloss, desperate to know what the flavor was. If there was one. 

His gaze dropped to your lips and they parted, your eyes widening ever so slightly.. Just when he was about to make the move, you stepped away, smoothing out your dress to distract yourself. You then looked back up at him, clearing your throat as you did so. 

“Homework?” You asked, the volume of your voice even lower than it usually was. 

“Sure, doll,” he nodded. “Homework.”

Eddie grabbed your backpack from where you left it leaning up against the island then let you pass him, leading him out of the kitchen and to the stairs. He slung a strap of your backpack over his shoulder as you ascended the stairs, feeling very out of place considering that the only reason why ever went to a girl’s room was to sleep with them. And you weren’t going to sleep with him. That wasn’t the kind of girl you were, not that it would have mattered if it was. 

And you were also shameless about your friendship with Eddie. All of his hookups made him sneak in through their window and make him leave the same way because they were ashamed. They just wanted to have a fun time with Eddie “the freak” Munson and then make him swear to not tell anyone. He always said he didn’t mind, but that kind of treatment does something to a person. Not that Eddie would have admitted that his feelings were hurt by it. 

You got to the door of your bedroom and opened it, heading inside with Eddie hot on your heels. You stood in the center of the room awkwardly as he took it in, deciding that it was exactly what he was expecting. He set your backpack down by your desk then pulled out your desk chair, planting himself in it, making himself at home the only way Eddie knew how to do. 

He opened up your backpack and pulled out your book, splaying them out of your desk before turning to you, resting his hands on his lap. He patted the spot, inviting you to take a seat and you hesitantly made your way towards him. You turned your back to him and gingerly sat in his lap before he turned the chair back around to face the desk. 

“So what’s first?” He asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your assignments that were on the desk in front of the both of you. You usually liked doing your homework, but this time, you had no interest in it. 

You wanted to lie next to him in your bed, to have him pressed against you while you stared into his eyes as you played with his hair. You then wanted to kiss him. Nothing crazy, just a little peck. And then he’d chase your lips, deciding that he needed more. And then the two of you would make out for hours, your homework completely forgotten. 

“Sweetheart?” He asked, his hands moving up and down your waist gently, trying to get your attention. Mission accomplished. 

“Hm?” You asked, avoiding his eye contact, knowing that if you looked at him you’d do something that you knew you shouldn’t have. That would have changed your friendship forever and you couldn’t risk losing him because you couldn’t keep your hormones in check.

“I was wondering what you wanted to do first.” His hands were still rubbing against your hips and your mind was reeling of all the things he could have done with those hands. His rough fingers gliding up your soft thighs as he kissed you senseless, but stopping there since he knew that you weren’t comfortable with going any farther. 

“Um,” now your brain was short circuiting. There was no way you could focus on anything being that close to him. Feeling his breath on your skin, smelling his cologne that was mixed with the cigarette smoke that lingered on all of his clothing. It was absolutely intoxicating and driving you mad. 

You pushed away from the desk to free yourself then stood up, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. He had to go and right then. Your feelings for him were getting overwhelming now that you were alone with him and you were starting to feel sick to your stomach, seeing the worried look on his face. 

You turned to face your window, not wanting him to see you like that. It was all too embarrassing. That you had fallen for the boy who you thought was out of your league. The one who definitely only saw you as a friend and now you were mistaking his niceness for attraction and there was no way in hell that was what was going on between the two of you. 

“Y/n?” Eddie asked softly as he approached you gently, as if he was trying to show a spooked animal that he wasn’t a threat. He was blaming himself for your sudden mood change. He had gone too far by asking you to sit in his lap and now he had made you uncomfortable. 

His hand gently rested on your shoulder and you whipped around, putting your hands out as if to tell him to back up. He put his hands up in defense and did what he assumed you were silently asking. 

“Stay back,” you commanded, your voice the loudest he had ever heard and now he knew that he had fucked up. God, he was always screwing up and now he was sure that you were going to kick him out and never invite him back. You’d tell him that he didn’t need to pick you up anymore and you’d stop coming to the DnD sessions. And you’d stop sitting with him and the others at lunch, finding another group to sit with. And it’d be easy for you because you were so likable and a sweetheart.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice now getting small. “What did I do?” 

You had no idea why he was asking that. He hadn’t done anything wrong. You were the problem and now you felt even worse for allowing him to believe that it was his fault. 

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I-I just need you to leave, okay?”

“Y/n, what-” he tried to speak, but you were making a beeline for him, pushing him towards the door. So this really was the beginning of the end. Your friendship really was. 

“What are you doing? Why are you kicking me out?” Eddie sounded so hurt that you had to tune him out, not wanting your heart to break any more than it already had. 

“Because you have to go. I can’t have you here.”

“Why?” You made the mistake of looking into his eyes and could have sworn that you could hear your heart crack as you saw the sadness take over the pretty brown color, the absolutely heartbroken look on his face. Why did he have to make it even harder to say goodbye? 

But you still opened the door and pushed him into the hallway, watching dejection take over his features. You couldn’t stand to look at him anymore and it was getting frustrating that he wouldn’t just leave. 

“Because I can’t look at you without wondering what your lips would feel like against mine. I can’t stop wondering what it’s like to be cuddled up with you on the couch as we watch a horror movie, knowing that you’ll let me bury my head into your neck when they get too scary. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if you reciprocated my feelings, but you don’t so you have to go.” 

With that, you slammed the door in his face and waited for him to come back. To tell you that you were wrong and that he did love you. But he didn’t. You just stared at the closed door, feeling tears well up in your eyes as the seconds passed, further proving that he wasn’t coming. 

You turned away from the door and stared out your window, watching the leaves fall from the trees, wondering why you had to go and fuck everything up. If you hadn’t said a word and just pushed down your feelings, Eddie would have still been there. Your friendship would have still been intact and you wouldn’t have been crying because you had fucked up. 

The door was ripped open and Eddie made a beeline for you, grabbing you by the wrist and turning you around to face him. Before you could even process what was happening, his lips were slotting between yours in a passionate kiss. You gasped into his mouth, but quickly melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while his went to your waist. 

Your lips slotted together like two puzzle pieces and his were a little chapped, but still as soft as you had imagined. You honestly couldn’t believe it was happening. That after months of pining for him, he had actually reciprocated your feelings. That you were both standing in your room, kissing, and it was everything you had dreamed it would be. 

“Please don’t kick me out again,” he whispered against your lips. “I love you so much that I can't stand being away from you.” 

“I won’t,” you whispered. “Stay as long as you like.”

Eddie’s lips found yours again and this time, his tongue swiped along the seam of your lips and you quickly opened up, letting him inside as you pulled him towards you even more so that your bodies were touching, wanting to leave absolutely no space between the two of you.

“Strawberry,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“What?” You asked through a breath, having no idea what he was talking about. 

“Your lip gloss,” he replied, reaching up and pushing some hair behind your ear. “It tastes like strawberry.” 

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Want another taste?”

“Of course,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips and you pouted at how short it was. “Already can’t get enough of me, hm?” He chuckled. 

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m going to need to kiss you all the time now.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled again, resting his hands against your cheeks. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” With that, he pressed another kiss to your lips, that being your third of many of the night. And even though there were plenty more where that came from, he still felt the need to savor them, wanting to go as slow as he could just so he had more time. Now that he had a little taste, he just knew that he was going to be kissing you any chance he got.

Precious angry squirrel 🐿️

✦ steddie munching gifsets ✦

Thinking about bringing Eddie to a park to get his energy out.

There’s a bunch of tiny children running around on the play set, and you’re watching Eddie skip two monkey bars at a time when a mom sidles up to you.

“Wow, you’re pretty young.”

Confused by her comment, you respond nonetheless, giving her a polite smile. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

She seems to want company, as she continues chatting. “Which one’s yours?”

Glancing to the side, you notice the encouraging smile she shoots you, waiting patiently for your answer. It takes you a second to understand to what she's referring, but once you realize, your eyebrows raise in recognition. "Oh, that one."

Following the direction of your point, her pleasant curiosity turns to abject horror as, for the first time, she seems to notice a grown man on the playground surrounded by a bunch of clapping children. An amused chuckle that sounds more like a nervous huff of breath leaves her as she gives you a strained smile before promptly grabbing her kid off the seesaw and hurrying away.

You watch her retreating figure as Eddie bounds up to you, excited to get your reaction. "Did you fuckin' see that? I crushed that! I told you I could still do two at a time."

Chuckling, you draw your attention away from the woman, instead meeting his sparkling eyes. "I stand corrected. You'll get your five dollars when I get paid this Friday."

Waving you off, he shakes his head. "Oh, please, keep it. I'd just spend it on you anyway. I really just did this for the love of the game."

"And the game is...?"

Eddie leans into your face, a wide grin spread across his features. "Provin' you wrong."

"Ha ha," you deadpan. "We better leave, though. I'm pretty sure there's gonna be a bad police sketch of you on the news tomorrow."

Having seen the woman grab her child and hurry off, Eddie can assume what caused that reaction. Shrugging, he holds his arm out for you to loop yours through, his other hand fluffing his curls. "As long as they make my hair look good, I'm chillin'."

Masterlist

i love when ppl in the eddie fandom try to act like they’re hot shit. babe, you’re a simp for a fictional boyloser who’s never been fucked. we are all in the clown car

Ringing in the new year with Dadtaro happy holidays

i LOVE BEING IN BED !!!!!! i love being all cuddly and warm and curling up into a ball and feeling tiny !!!!! this is what life’s about !!!!!!!!!!!

A Very Bad Day (Eddie x Reader)

Last week I put out a poll asking which of my fictional boyfriends I should write a little fluff piece for, and Eddie was the clear winner. So, without further-ado, I present a cute little Eddie comforting his partner after a very bad day.

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According to Ms. Kelly, bad days were a normal part of life and to be expected. "Unavoidable" as she put it. What she didn't seem to grasp was that lately every single day had been a bad one for you and, despite her incessant questioning, there really didn't seem to be a reason. Everything and everyone had suddenly become irritating. Even a simple "good morning" from your mom at breakfast was getting under your skin.

You slammed your locker shut as you mentally prepared for another day of hell.

"Good morning, beautiful," his voice sang out as his arms wrapped around your waist. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his embrace. Miraculously, you found that your ever present attitude dissipated whenever Eddie was around, as if he was an anchor - the only thing keeping you from drowning in the dark abyss of your mind.

"Good morning," you sighed back.

"Feeling any better today?" He asked gently. You shook your head. "Anything I can do?"

"Honestly, I could really use a good distraction tonight. Come over?"

You felt as Eddie frowned into your hair. "I have Hellfire tonight, angel."

You stepped out of his embrace and blinked away the tears of frustration that now pricked at your eyes. "Right. I forgot. No biggie!"

"Y/N-"

You waved him off. "Don't. It's fine, I'll see you at lunch!"

You knew you were being unfair, yet the disappointment that settled in your chest was suffocating. You spent the remainder of the day kicking yourself both for letting Eddie see a flicker of vulnerability and for pushing him away when he did nothing wrong.

After school you immediately went to bed, deciding it was probably in everyone's best interest for you to be dead to the world until tomorrow morning.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep before you woke to your mom gently shaking your shoulder. "Y/N, someone's here to see you."

You rubbed your eyes, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings. The sun had just barely started to set and according to the clock on your night stand, it was just after 6:00pm.

You looked up at your mom and felt your heart drop a bit at the look of hope etched on her face, it was as if she was convinced this "visitor" would snap you out of the haze you'd been living in.

You pushed yourself out of the bed and trudged downstairs behind your mom.

Eddie stood in the foyer, an array of items in his arms as he beamed at you.

"Shouldn't you be at Hellfire?" You asked, grimacing as the tone came out sharper than you intended. If Eddie noticed the unintended aggression, he didn't let on.

"Some things are bigger than Dungeons and Dragons," he shrugged. You gasped playfully, reaching out to check if he was running a fever. "I know, I know, but believe it or not..." Eddie looked around as if ensuring no one was around to overhear before continuing. "I love you more than D&D, and you needed me, so here I am. And, I come bearing gifts."

Eddie handed you a VHS copy of Sixteen Candles which had a "Family Video" sticker plastered on the case. "For the soul," he said.

Next, he handed you a pint of chocolate ice cream and said, "for the heart."

Finally, he opened his leather jacket slightly so you could see the tip of a freshly rolled joint in his inner pocket. "And for the mind."

You bit your lip against the smile plastering itself across your face.

"You didn't have to do this, Eds," you whispered, not knowing what you did to deserve this man. Eddie stepped closer, cupping your face in his hand.

"I wanted to do this," he stated matter of factly. "You needed me. No matter where I am, or what I'm doing, if you need me, I'll be there." With that, he gently placed his lips on yours.

You spent the night curled against Eddie on the couch, watching Sixteen Candles while sharing the ice cream he had brought. By the time Eddie had to leave, you forgot you had ever been in a bad mood.