“Oh, It’s The Championship Game?”

Okay But Eddie Munson is 10000% the type of boyfriend who wants to dry your hair with a hairdryer after you showered together and tries to braid it afterwards. He also would let the warm air of the dryer hit your skin softly, giving you goosebumps because he knows you love it.

(NOT the traditional braids some people wear, more like this that you make when you’re a child yk? two on each side of your head!+ if your hair is long enough ofc)!!!

A/n: okay so I’m currently drying my hair and I was just kinda thinking about this AND NOW I HAVE TO TELL Y‘ALL MY THOUGHTS JEKDKYH. Also sorry for any typos or other writing mistakes <3

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Eddie would sit behind you on his bed, his legs on each side of yours. Since this man has long, thick hair himself he owns a hairdryer, not a big one though more like a vacation dryer. But he barley is using it himself because he likes the way it goes all puffy when it dries by itself. It became your routine to sit between his legs after you just showered together, your back facing him. After plugging in the little black dryer he immediately starts to shower you with love and care. He lets the warm air hit your body, leaving you there with goosebumps. He knows that you love the feeling of the warmth on your skin because it makes you feel safe, safer than you already are right now. His free hand rubs over the sides of your arms, up to your back, even higher to your hair where he starts to give you the best head massage ever. Ugh this man really tries his best to make you feel loved!! His long fingers run over your head for at least 20 minutes, even if your hair has been dry, for at least 10 minutes already. He just won’t stop touching and loving you. Soft whimpers and sighs leave your mouth during this whole massage session. Afterwards he would sit there, sticking the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth because he‘s so concentrated to braid your hair. You‘ve taught him how to do it after he cried over how he wants to braid your hair too, since you always made cute little braids into his hair when you were bored during class or break. He adores the way you sit on his lap at the cafeteria table, braiding his messy curly hair for your fun and trust me when I say he keeps them in the whole fucking day. Showing everyone how much he adores you and your work. "Is it too tight sweetheart?“ he asks while putting the hair tie at the end of your finished braid. You shake your head a little, not wanting to destroy his masterpiece. "‘s just right Ed‘s, thank you“ you smile while you turn to face him, placing a small peck on his lips. He happily hums into the kiss, pulling you closer to him until you’re sitting on his lap. "You‘re so beautiful Y/n“ he whispers into your mouth, another adorable smile forming on his lips. You respond with another soft kiss before snuggling your face into the crock of his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin.

"Let’s go to sleep now Love, school’s tomorrow“

"Since when do you care about school Ed‘s?“

"Oh I don’t! Just want my sweetheart to be concentrated tomorrow so I’ll get my pretty braids“

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hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”