Hands Where I Can't See Them
Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
‖ summary: Eddie comes home with something new for you both to try.
‖ tags: smut, minors dni!! p in v, sex furniture/paraphernalia, technically bondage, dirty talk, slightly implied dom/sub, low effort smut. nicknames are baby, angel, sweet girl. no y/n.
‖ word count: 1.3k
“What… is this thing?
You turned the object over and over in your hands, your mind reeling with possibilities. Eddie remained in his cocky lean against the door frame to your bedroom – eyes curious and intense as he watches you examine what he’d brought.
The object was covered in a black velvet, smooth to the touch and obviously brand new. The main portion was rectangular in shape, filled with a firm foam-like cushion. On one of the long sides, there were two hollow extensions extending out in a V shape. Looking inside the cylindrical extensions, you can see more black velvet that continues down into the center of the bottom piece.
“Got any guesses?” He asked in return, a cheeky, taunting grin on his face as he took a few steps closer towards the foot of the bed.
Eyebrows drawing together on your forehead in confusion and concentration as you turned it around a few more times. “It kinda looks like one of those nap pillows?” You offer, unsure in your guess. “Like, arms go in here and then you rest your head on the cushion at the end.”
To illustrate your point, you stuck your arms in either of the holes, finding handles on the inside that you quickly grabbed onto.
“That’s actually surprisingly close!” Eddie admits, looking proud. “You’re definitely right about your arms.” He puts one of his knees on the bed and then the other, keeping himself high above you as he shuffles closer. The look on his face is familiar – devilish and excited. It makes your heart skip a beat as you watch him in unrestrained adoration. Still affected by him so intensely even after all this time.
“Want me to show you?”
Less than an hour later you’re both down to only your underwear on your bed, Eddie pressing you down onto the bed with his body as he flicks his tongue against the seam of your lips. You’ve completely forgotten about the new thing at this point – thoroughly distracted as he rocks the hard ridge of his cock against your cunt until you’re both panting into each other's mouths.
He pulls back slightly, ducking his head down to press sloppy kisses across your throat. “You ready, angel?” He asks in a rasp, hot air skating across your skin in a way that makes you shiver.
Not even really sure what he’s referring to at this point, you just mindlessly nod and mumble an ‘Uh-huh’ as you hold his narrow waist above your thighs. He takes your hands as he shifts back onto his knees between your legs, gently pulling you upright by your wrists. You follow, because you always will, and let him manipulate you onto knees and turn you to face away from him.
Tattooed arms circle you, holding the cushion a bit off the bed to allow you to stick your arms into it. “Go on then,” he encourages in a low rumble, nudging his nose against the shell of your ear. “Stick your arms in.”
Goosebumps break out across your neck in response to his words as you follow his instructions, sticking both arms inside and taking hold of the inner straps.
“Good girl,” he cooes, releasing the cushion into your hold as he runs his palms up and down your arms. “Now lay down on your front, okay? With the cushion down, under your hips.” He continues sweetly, hands assisting you in shuffling down onto your stomach without being able to use your hands.
Your cheek hits the sheets, chest pushed flat as you settle your weight. Your hands are trapped below your pelvis inside the firm cushion that props your hips up, allowing the cold air of the room to hit your warm, wet center.
Eddie whistles as his hands paw at you from behind, squeezing along your thighs, hips, and sides. “Look at you,” he says softly, an almost childlike wonder in his tone. “Look good enough to eat, all laid out like this for me.”
The mental image of him eating you out from behind has you squirming in place, your movement restricted by your pinned arms. “Shh, shh, shh…” He coaxes, bringing his hands up to your shoulder and then drawing them down the arch in your back. “Maybe another time, baby. For now, I wanna show you what this thing can do.”
Wasting little time, he shucks both of your bottoms, rubbing his long, slender fingers along your folds to take a quick feel of you. “Oh baby…” He sighs, playfully demeaning as he presses one finger inside you. “You’re soaked. Are you excited? I promise, it’s gonna feel so fucking good for you.”
You nod, your cheek rubbing against the sheets as you try to glance back at him. “I’m ready, show me, Eddie.
While he normally would have spent more time trying to stretch you out, make sure he won’t hurt you, he accepts your insistence that you’re ready and runs the tip of his cock along your cunt, making sure to nudge against your clit a few times before pressing inside.
The stretch is just as delicious as always as he slowly pushes his way further into you – pulling out slightly and then pushing in just a bit further in slow thrusts. You hum happily, enjoying his gentle start, until he just about bottoms out.
“Pay attention, angel,” he taunts, continuing to slowly move in and out without giving you all of him yet. “You’re gonna love this.”
Before you can reply, he firmly thrusts fully inside, pausing as his balls lightly tap against your thighs. With your hips angled this way, and with your hands directly below your pelvis to put pressure on your lower stomach, he rubs directly against that spot along your front wall that’s normally hard to find – a surprised moan tumbling out of your mouth as your legs twitch.
He chuckles immediately, pulling back an inch just to push back in and hit it again to a similar response. “Feel that?” He taunts, the rocking of his hips slowly increasing in speed and strength. “Perfect right?”
And sure enough, he’s right. Even as he gets faster and less controlled in his rutting against you, he still manages a direct hit on g-spot each time.
“Y– yeah, it’s perfect,” you confirm with a stuttered nod, your breathing pressing out of you faster as he continues to pick up the pace.
“Fuck yeah it is,” he says, and you can hear the manic grin in his words. His hands grip your hips hard, assisting in pulling your hips back harshly against his. “Can feel you gripping me – fuck – she’s just sucking me back in.” He hisses out through clenched teeth, his fingertips digging in to your flesh as a harsh moan bursts from your throat.
“Y’know what we’re gonna do with this little toy, angel?” He asks, voice low and rough as he continues to fuck into you in a way that makes it impossible for you to answer him. “Gonna keep going – make you come over and over and over again,” he pauses to pant in a few gulps of air, obviously working himself up as he explains his fantasy. “Won’t stop until you squirt, ‘til you make a big, wet mess all over me. You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you ‘til you come all over us both?”
“Fuck Eddie –” you cry out, arms instinctively pulling against where they’re pinned, wanting so badly to twist your fists in the sheets to stay grounded. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he reassures you as he presses forward, sweaty chest aligning with your arching back. His tone is almost cruel as he crushes you further down onto the cushion beneath your hips, pleasure increasing sharply in response. “I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.”
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thanks for reading my low effort smut that came to me in a vision!! let me know if you liked it. and if you can't picture the thing, let me know and i'll make a shitty drawing of it lol i dont know if it's real or not.
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The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙
+bonus doodle:
…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️
(ID under cut!)
Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.
Page 2
Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.
Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.
The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.
Page 3
On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.
The sun shines through the blinds of the window.
Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.
Page 4
Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.
Page 5
They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.
They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.
Page 6
Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.
Bonus image
A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.
End ID.]
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