Warnings: NO MINORS, hand jobs, throat kissing, public sex acts etc
Summary: Eddie has a dream that leads to him needing a womanly touch.
Pairing: Eddie x Fem! Bestfriend! Reader
Thanks for this.” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you and Eddie enter O’Donnell’s room for after-school detention. You pick the desk in the far-left corner of the class; Eddie, of course, plunks down in the chair next to you.
Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you’ve heard about him. They might not be all fictitious…
Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.
A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I’m English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe.BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I’ll love you forever, promise.❤
Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.
The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you’re in bed, all alone.
No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.
He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You’ve heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you’ve heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.
a/n: guys its here - the final chapter. love you all so much for reading and supporting the story, it means so much to me. this will not be the end of my storytelling and i hope to be able to continue their story one day - lmk what you think :)
“There’s nothing in this world I love more than sushi and you.”
“Did you just put me in the same category as seafood?”
“Yes, my obnoxiously hot loverboy, I did. I love sushi, and I love you.”
“I feel like you should love me a little more than sushi.”
“Have you had a salmon roll?”
“As many times as I’ve been with you.”
“And that’s how I know you’ll have it even after me.”
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—synopsis: yn is bored one night, the same night her friend is too sick to meet the blind date her mother set up for her, so yn goes in her stead. free food and possibly decent conversation, what’s the harm? well, bright blue eyes, a smirky kind of kissable mouth, and sushi. god damn, sushi.
