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Ok you can tell me whatever you want but Eddie Munson is a big spoon AND a small spoon!!!

He loves spooning you from behind, putting his big arms around your body just to press you against his bare chest on a chill summer night in his trailer. Some Tears Of Fears Songs play in the background, just because you forced him to start listening to them and he ended up actually kinda liking them(but he‘d never admit that). His breathing is calm and makes you relax even more, sinking completely into the mattress and into his arms. He holds you tight, thumb brushing over the back of your hand to remind you he‘s right there and holds you and he forever will while soft kisses meet the back of your head or neck.

On other days, you lay behind him with your arms press against his back, your legs tangled with his. His hair is in your face and he plays with your fingers which are infront of his face. His breathing is calm and hot when it hits the skin of your hands and arms, making you smile into his hair.

"What‘s got ya smiling pretty girl?"

"Oh nothing..just the fact that the big, scary 'satanic boy‘ from Highschool is laying in my arms like a big baby and plays with my fingers" you giggle and kiss the back of his head, trying to find your way through the curls.

He‘s joining you with a deep chuckle, followed by a soft kiss to your knuckles before he turns to face you. He looks up at you with the most adorable puppy eyes you‘ve ever seen. Gosh you fell in love with him again in that moment. His eyes meet yours, smiles form on both of your lips before you lean down and place a soft kiss on top of his nose.

"I love you Ed’s"

"I love you 'way more Sweetheart, thank you for being here with me"

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Maybe idk if this is a kink but I know Eddie’s loud so maybe something where you’re over and can’t get enough of him so you’re giving him his like 5th blow job and he has to be quite bc Wayne’s home and you know he can’t really 🙈🙊

Apparently it’s my thing now to make Wayne uncomfortable. Sorry Mr. Munson.

“Baby”, Eddie whines, grabbing at your shoulders to pull you up. “C’mon, we can’t.”

You pout up at him, hand snaking it’s way into his boxers to free his cock, “but I want you.”

He chuckles, “you had me all day. Multiple times.” He gasps as your hand wraps around his cock, stroking up to the tip slowly. “We can’t.”

“Why?”, you grumble. Your tongue pokes out to dip into his slit to lap up the bead of precum pooling there, moaning at the taste.

“Because—fuck. Because your mouth is too fucking good and I won’t be able to keep quiet. Wayne’s home now.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me.” You hold him at the base as your tongue swirls over the head teasingly. If you’re going to get him to be as loud as possible, you’ve gotta tease him a bit.

He whimpers as you run your tongue along the sensitive underside, coming back up to suckle on the head. You smear wet, sloppy kisses over the crown, smirking as you watch his hips twitch up to get you to take more of him.

You ignore him, fist stroking lazily over him as you pull back and spit on the ruddy tip. He gasps, a low moan escaping him as you slick the wetness over his length.

“Please”, he begs. His hands twitch at his sides, wanting nothing more than to grab your head and shove you down into his cock.

“Please what?”, you ask, looking up at him as you smear another kiss on his tip.

“Please suck me.” His hands wind themselves into your hair, gently pushing the strands off of your face so he can get a better view.

“I’m getting mixed signals here. First you say we can’t”, you twist your fist around the crown, earning a low moan from Eddie. “And now you’re begging me to suck you off?”

“I—I know. I’ll be quiet. Just, please.”

“Doubtful”, you mumble, sinking your mouth down onto his cock until he’s bumping the back of your throat, your nose pressed into the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

“Fuck”, Eddie practically yells, head thrown back into the wall behind his bed.

You’re using every trick you know to get him desperate to cum, rolling his balls in your palm as the other hand twists as it strokes what your mouth isn’t reaching when you bob up.

You grab his hips, urging him to thrust forward.

“Mmmph”, Eddie muffles his moan with his fist, hips bucking up to fuck his cock further into your mouth.

The wet, dirty sound of your throat being fucked mingle with Eddie’s moans and groans as they bounce off of the thin walls of the trailer.

Eddie’s letting out a constant string of sounds, needy little whines and deep moans spurring you on. It’s not long before he’s grabbing at your hair, muttering “gonna cum, gonna cum, baby.”

Doubling down, you bob and gag on his cock, throat constricting around him, sending him over the edge.

You swallow everything he has to give, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you grin up at him.

“You’re a menace”, he groans, a blissed out expression plastered on his face.

You laugh, swatting at his thigh as you get up. “Need a drink. Someone used my throat as a fleshlight.” You clear your throat, coughing as you leave Eddie’s bedroom and head for the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you open it and take a few long gulps.

“Having fun?”, you hear Wayne ask from his spot on the couch.

You jump, spilling water on yourself as you spin around to look at him.

“H-hi”, you say sheepishly.

“Hello.” He stares at you, expression unreadable.

“Oh! Uh, yes. Yes sir. I always have fun spending time with Eddie.”

He nods, “happy to hear it. If you could let my nephew know that these walls are extremely thin, that would be very helpful. ”

Your eyes widen and you sputter, words escaping you as you gape at him.

He turns back to the tv, turning up the volume. “Well, enjoy your evening, young lady.”

“You too”, you mumble, slamming the fridge shut as you scurry back to Eddie’s room.

You could swear you hear Wayne giggle over the sound of the tv.

hi babe!! hope your night is going well or morning or whatever time zone you’re on 😂 could you possibly write just a little blurb or head cannon about cuddling/spooning with joe at night? in need of some serious fluff rn

went with headcanons, hope you like it! <3

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joe's the most cuddly person you've ever met. he wants to cuddle at all times of the day but it even gets worse at night. it's like a switch flips inside him making him go from 'needy' to 'extra needy'

the second it's dark out, you'd find him in bed calling for you with a pout on his face until you give in and join him under the covers

his arms would immediately find your body before you've even settled into a sleeping position.

he'd pull you into him, laying you on his chest and burying your head in his neck. wrapping his arms around you tightly and securely making sure you can't get out of his embrace

he'd have one hand running up and down your back, occasionally would linger on your shoulders too giving them a small deep massage with his skilled fingers, making all the tension you're holding them evaporate from your body

his other hand with be deep in your hair, massaging your scalp and he'd sometimes dip his head down to give yours a few kisses.

if he's spooning you, he'd make it even extra tight. his arms would envelope you from behind, bringing you so deep into his front, you could feel his heart beating against your back

he loves spooning because it gives his hands more space to roam freely. he'd rub your sides and your arms

he'd sneak them into your shirt and run them over your belly and your chest, no sexual intent behind his actions, just a want to touch and feel you closely.

he also loves how spooning gives him all the access to your neck. he'd give you an infinite amount of kisses on the back and the side of it and then he'd kiss up behind your earlobe too.

if he was in one of his silly goofy moods he'd cage you and tickle your sides while you squirm in his arms unable to escape until you accidentally kick him in the balls and his dramatic ass would groan and complain about it all night, telling you that you won't be be able to have kids anymore because you "broke his nepotism bank"

as much as he loves spooning you, he also loves being spooned by you.

loves how you wrap yourself around him from the back and how you bury your face between his shoulder blades, feeling your breath on his skin is one of his favorite things in the world.

he'd run his fingers over your forearms, toy with your fingers and lace them with his. bringing your hand to his lips and kissing all over the back of it then your palm.

you know how sometimes someone hugs you before sleeping then you wake up to them on the other side of the bed? yeah that never happens with joe.

the exact same position he went to sleep in, is the one he'll wake up in so if he's holding you in his sleep, he has a death grip on you. don't even bother moving because it's impossible to get out of his heavy yet comfortable embrace.

Of course it’s got the little marshmallows in it Eddie. Uncle Wayne knows how to make hot cocoa ☕️

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader [0.8K]

Eddie’s bedroom was a lavender blue haze in the night. The shadows were only and the streetlight that managed to leak in from behind the curtains was a tangerine, barely illuminating the lumps and bumps of legs and hips under the duvet.

You watched the hours tick by, Eddie’s beside clock mocking as the red numbers changed over. It seemed an impossible task, falling asleep. You weren’t sure why, it could’ve been a number of things, really. Our impending exams, college applications, the fact that your boyfriend had only just been exonerated from first degree murder charges.

Ironically, the boy in question was asleep beside you, bare chested and warm, leaning into your side in a way that was soothing, but steady up and down of his chest still wasn’t enough to pull you into a sleep.

You shuffled, winced when the bed creaked, and tried to find a spot on the pillow that would be the comfiest. Everything smelled like Eddie, his cologne, his laundry detergent, a little smoke and spice. It was easier to push your head to his shoulder, sneaking the chance to press a little kiss to the exspanse of his throat, hopefully without waking him up.

It was a little selfish but it calmed you, the way you could feel his pulse jump a little under your lips. But the boy stirred, mumbling a little, his body turning and seeking out your own even half asleep. His hands found your waist under the sheets, fumbling to push under your shirt - his shirt - for bare skin. He hummed, pulling you into him as his eyes fluttered open.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled, voice deep and scratchy, his lips brushing over your forehead as he curled into you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you hadn’t managed to sleep in the first place, the clock telling you it was nearing half past two. So you hummed back and let him hold you, a warm, wide hand tracing patterns over your spine, guitar string callouses catching at you and making you shiver.

You weren’t sure how he knew. Maybe it some kinda magic, some soulmate thing, maybe Eddie could just feel the way you held yourself too stiffly in his arms, unable to relax no matter how hard you tried. So he pulled back from where his nose was pushed into your hair, eyes a little blurry and his curls sleep mussed. He peered down at you, gaze aching soft in understanding and he sighed.

Not unkindly, not impatiently, just a little sad for you, knowing how awful you’d feel in the morning despite how much you longed to close your eyes now. He knew you couldn’t help it and he hated seeing you when the sun came up, lips downturned and cradling a mug of coffee like it was your firstborn.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Eddie told you softly, swinging his legs out of bed. “You comin’?”

He didn’t leave much room for discussion, gathering the duvet from you and tucking some pillows under his arm. He headed for the empty living room, bare feet shuffling, cotton shorts low on his hips and the black ink of his tattoos only just visible in the dark.

You didn’t ask questions, didn’t argue. Not this time, not when you’d tried before and lost, Eddie throwing you over his shoulder when you protested and told him to sleep, that you were okay, it was fine.

So you tumbled out of bed after him, walking down the hall until you could watch him throw the bedding on the sofa, the remote control already in hand as he fussed with the TV, flipping through static until an old school horror filled the screen, still in black and white.

Eddie flopped onto the couch, curls messy over the pillows and he held his arms out to you, smiling that smile you swore was just for you.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

He made an exaggerated “oof” when you let yourself fall onto his chest but the boy was grinning, arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, legs tangled, lips dancing across your hairline.

“You okay?” He asked when you got yourself settled, covers pulled over you both as you lay between his legs, cheek pressed the warmth of his chest. “This better?”

The movie played low, a gentle buzz of dialogue and background music, bad special effects and low light. It made the living room feel cosier, the light bouncing off of the walls, reflecting off the windows. Eddie’s arms were strong and solid around you and he nosed at your temple, a different but sweet kind of kiss.

Sleep already tugged at you, soft and kind like an old friend.

“Yeah, Eds,” you mumbled into his neck, smiling “this is better.”