Summary: Eddie Munson isn't feeling himself, and when you find out your needy boy just wants you, you give him everything he desires.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ Sub Eddie Munson getting pegged by soft dom reader, with handjobs, slight choking, cock rings, nipple play, face slapping, and anal plugs, weed-smoking, unprotected sex, the reader has no specific genitalia so it can be either p in v or p in the ass!
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Eddie wasn't always the most touchy-feely guy. Sure, he liked to have you close, wanted to be able to hold your hand or rest his knuckle on your thigh, but he was never one for constant displays of affection.
Except sometimes Eddie had bad weeks where not even music or weed could fix his mood. Sometimes he needed a different release that many wouldn't consider "normal" in the eyes of society. And on those weeks, he'd be the neediest man you'd ever meet, wanting to be close as possible to you, with your body in his lap, his hands on your skin and lips against your neck.
Tonight was exactly like that. He'd been quiet for most of the night, and you could tell he was tired from the way he was slumped against the couch when you entered his trailer. When he saw you come through the door, he didn't hesitate to reach out for you, tattooed arms extended in your direction, brown eyes wide and hair a mess.
"Hey, Eddie. You okay baby?" Once you dropped your bag, you went right to him, letting him pull you down into his lap so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck. He didn't answer, just tightened his arms around you as you let your hand run through the messy strands of brown hair. You weren't worried about his behaviour, you knew he could be like this sometimes and he just needed to be with you for a bit, but you also knew he wouldn't come out of this funk unless he opened up. "Eddie, c'mon darling, look at me."
Eddie doesn't want to at first, but when your finger comes underneath his chin to tilt his head up, he catches your gaze with red-rimmed eyes and a small pout on his face. You watched him, noticed that his gaze never stayed long on your face like it normally would, and you could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your jumper, something he did when he was too caught up in his head to focus on anything else.
