#I’m such a sucker
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Childe to me is an eager lover, everything he does he wants to perfect and that bleeds into his relationships. He wants to be the best for his partner, and make them happy. He’s devoted. Kaeya I picture to be sensual and slow type but still obsessive in his own way. He will play a game with you despite already knowing how it will end. And he’ll make damn sure you both have fun while playing.
I love to think that both would fall hard and fast for eachother but they wouldn’t be able to admit it. Childe for the sake that the man who’s caught his eye is other worldly and kaeya for the sake that he enjoys having Childe come back to play.
#chaeya#chaeya thoughts#they’ve been on my mind so often lately#I miss them so much#or even how I really love the troupe of loyal dog and crowned prince for them#or how thier playful nature would make them so compatiable#I also could talk in circles about thier ties to the abyss and healing together#I’m such a sucker#I can’t stop#genshin impact
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Me writing Husk to be a prick so I can imagine earning that sweet baritone voice calling me ‘baby’ U/////U
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*Rafe Cameron
sir that is my emotional support snarky tragic male character with parental issues
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Someone needs to take my wallet away from me. I keep buying shrimp keychains.
#jelarts released a POSEABLE one aghhhhh#I’m such a sucker#I just fixed my car so brain keeps trying to convince me I need a treat
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CHAOS?
#hades game#chaos hades game#hades 2#GOOD LOOORDDDDDD THEY GOT SO PRETTY#they were pretty before don’t get me wrong#what can I say I’m a sucker for an enby in a suit#I like the implication that they metamorphosed because their old ‘skin’ is in their arms#hades 2 spoilers
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when a band that peaked in the 90s with a four letter name does country music 🙌👌💯🔥
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And god I’m obsessed with him.
thinking about how katsuki is a total jackass and also the nicest guy you've ever met and how it completely and utterly fucks with you
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I got called a good girl today and about fell out of my seat.
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she asked him if he spent any time with the light dragon
#he’s doing the asl sign for dragon in that last part btw#inspired by how i leave my game on while doing work to farm her horns for speed meals x3#i’m so sad that the claws aren’t solid#zelda#loz#link#totk#light dragon#totk light dragon#totk zelda#totk zelink#zelink#totk link#okart#implied#totk spoilers#i’m literally such a sucker for them send help#i brought up silent princesses for her when the game first came out x3
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This is one of the cutest fucking things I’ve ever read. Ever. In my life. And it all started with a damn eyelash. Dear god.
Just Another Friday Night
This piece contains 18+ content and explores the idea of Eddie as a soft dom.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie Munson's been your best friend since fifth grade. And on a night you think is going to pass just like any other, you realize you can't keep running from the way you feel.
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: I hath returned. So excited to finally have this one out for you guys! Hopefully the person who requested this many moons ago is still somewhere in my orbit.
As soon as Eddie feels the pad of your finger meet the skin of his cheek, his lips curl into a soft smile. It brings small lines to the corners of his eyes and reveals the glint of his teeth in the dim light. Concentration sparkles in your eyes like water does beneath the moon.
Both of you are seated on his messy bed. Him with his legs falling over the edge, and you angled towards him with your legs crossed. His breaths are steady, fingers lax from no longer strumming the strings of his guitar.
When you finally manage to collect the fallen eyelash from his cheek, you hold out your pointer finger for him to see. If you’d been focussed on the song he was playing rather than studying his face, you never would’ve noticed the tiny hair to begin with.
“M’kay.” His eyes flick back up to meet yours. “Now what?”
You raise your finger closer to his lips. “You’ve got a wish to make.”
If there was anyone deserving of one, it was him. It had been almost a year since he crawled out of the Upside Down by the skin of his teeth. Half alive. You remembered all the long nights you’d spent by his hospital bed as he recovered.
An air of weightlessness washes over both of you after Eddie blows it off your finger. As if somewhere far away, the course of time and happenings shifted in his favor.
“You can finish your song now. Sorry.” Smiling shyly, you tuck your hands into your lap and wiggle to get comfortable.
He smiles wider, but makes a quick work of tampering it back down.
When he begins playing, you make sure to focus this time, letting the music soak in and flow through you. The passion is palpable, along with the underlying sense of purpose that hangs off the tail end of each resonant note.
You’d been around to listen to him since the days he played off-tune chords with unsteady hands. As he sat playing now, hair curtained around his face, you knew he could easily captivate thousands if given the chance.
As the song winds to an end, he looks at you and his fingers slow as the notes dissolve between you. The only thing left for you to do is applaud. Your approval makes him feel like there’s electricity buzzing beneath his veins.
He absentmindedly strums a few quiet notes to keep his fingers busy, eyes remaining on you. “You’re the first person to hear it all the way through.”
“Really? I loved it.” Honesty drips like honey from your words.
He looks down to the fingerboard so you don’t see the faint flush of his cheeks. “Thanks. Lotta practice.”
When he stands to hang his guitar back on the wall, you watch the way his shoulder blades shift under his t-shirt. You don’t mean to look as hard as you do. There was something captivating about the way he moved. Some days, he couldn’t sit still, but there were also nights like this one where he seemed to have embodied the very essence of ease.
“So are you gonna add it to your setlist?”
He doesn’t answer right away, making sure Sweetheart is mounted securely.
“Maybe after I’ve cleaned it up a bit,” he says. “The turnouts have been sick lately.” Gratitude glints in his eyes as they meet yours.
Playing in front of a crowd at The Hideout was incomparable to selling out a venue like The Garden. But Eddie swore the gratification felt the same. With each new show, it’d been getting harder to find you in the crowd because of how many people had finally started giving him and the boys a chance. He never thought that locating you amid a sea head-bobbing bodies would be a pleasure he ever had.
“Will I be getting a raise for spreading the word?” You tilt your head and bite back a smile.
He plays along as easily as breathing, biceps flexing as he crosses his arms. “You already eat my snacks, steal my jewelry, and make me drive you around,” he lists. “I don’t know what else there is to offer you, but it sure as hell won’t be Benjamin’s.”
You have the nerve to blink up at him like a fawn. “It’s not my fault you hardly tell me no.”
You make it easy to say yes a million times over. Again and again.
There’s nothing for him to quip back with, so he sighs and studies you for the umpteenth time that night. There’s something amused about the glimmer in his eyes, but a fondness there as well. You’re wearing soft pants and a baggy sweater, looking effortlessly beautiful in a way that only you can manage.
Guilt wastes no time prickling beneath his skin when you curl in on yourself a bit, self-conscious. You’ve never grown used to the way he makes you feel so seen. Part of you fears he can see right through to feelings you’ve been fighting to keep tucked away.
He clears his throat and runs a hand through his eternally disheveled hair.
“Maybe I should get better about that then,” he decides. “Start telling you no more often.” A lighthearted smile pulls at his lips.
You look over at his alarm clock so you don’t drown within the increasing warmth of his umber eyes. You’re not ready to fall even though that’s what it feels like you’ve been doing for so long.
He bites his lip in preparation for the weight of his next words, “I’ve been meaning to tell—“
“My folks are expecting me back by ten.” It’s the first thing you can think to say despite the fact that they hardly ever give you curfews. “I forgot to mention it sooner.”
“Oh.” He glances to his nightstand to scrutinize the red numbers glowing on the clock. Disappointment swells within him and makes him fidget. “How the hell is it almost ten already? Thing’s gotta be broken.”
He pats the top of the device as if the right time was suddenly going to appear. “You can’t say for ten more minutes?” You shake your head apologetically. “How ‘bout five?” Another head shake. “Fuck—a minute thirty?”
A laugh bubbles up your throat, making a helplessly gooey feeling melt down the walls of his chest.
All too soon, with no success in convincing you, he’s walking you out to your car.
The night’s chill nips at both of you without reprieve. You hug your arms and break into a jog to escape it faster, leaving Eddie slowly striding behind you in hopes of prolonging his last few moments with you.
He watches you hop inside your family’s old station wagon and give the engine stuttering life. The headlights are soon to follow, illuminating a cluster of jittery moths.
The feeling of his stare boring into the side of your face through the window makes you give into the urge to crank it down, handle squeaking faintly along with your movements.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” He huffs out a chuckle. “Where am I supposed to look? Up?” He tips his head backwards, and his demeanor immediately shifts. “Hey, the stars are out.”
You peer through the windshield to see for yourself. Sure enough, countless of them shine like dull guardians miles and miles above lonesome Hawkins. They seem to span forever in every direction. The child in you looks for any surges of brightness or streaks that would indicate a shooting star.
“The view’s better out here.” There’s a persuasive lilt to his voice.
You don’t dare get out of the car. If you do, you wouldn’t make it home at all. It was getting too easy to be in his presence, like he was the bread and you were the butter that helplessly melted on top because you knew it’s where you belonged.
“I really gotta go, E.” You swallow the sadness that wants to color your words as you buckle your seatbelt and settle back into the seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He kicks at a cigarette butt on the ground, and nods. You were always within arms reach, yet lightyears away.
“Tomorrow,” he repeats. “Copy that.”
A silence settles between you. The only sounds that prevail are the hum of your car engine, crickets, and muffled peels of laughter carrying from a few trailers down.
Every time, it was you who pulled away at the eleventh hour before the dawn of something new.
“Good night, Eddie.”
•••
The cash register snaps closed with a resonant clamber. A beat later, you’re reaching out to take your change from the middle-aged lady thoughtfully chewing a piece of pink bubblegum behind the counter. The two of you are the only souls in the store. Humming freezers and a quiet instrumental soundtrack fill the air.
She speaks up as you turn to leave, “You alright there, sweetheart?”
“Just tired.” You sheepishly raise the bag carrying the Melatonin you’d purchased.
Even God knew you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep on your own tonight. You’d lie awake thinking of all the reasons why you should’ve stayed.
You take the time to read her name tag then: Irene.
Her frown is sympathetic. “It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Warmth rushes to your cheeks. She then leans onto the counter and you feel compelled to take a step closer. “What’s his deal?” She studies your face for any hints before asking a different question,
“What’s your deal?”
You shrug lamely, and Irene tilts her head. You don’t owe her an answer, but you can’t help but feel as though you need to hear it for yourself.
“I’m scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared.” She blows a bubble and it pops neatly without sticking to her lips. “But it’s up to you to decide if you wanna be scared forever.”
•••
Eddie’s staring up at the ceiling when a faint series of knocks sound at the front door. Instead of moving, he blows out another cloud of smoke and watches as it dissipates into a thin haze in the air. The breeze entering through the cracked window helps filter it out. It isn’t until the knocks get louder that he’s convinced his mind isn’t playing tricks on him.
What he’s not expecting is for you to be standing at the door.
“Hi,” you say softly.
He doesn’t dare question his luck. “H-Hey.” Eddie lowers the joint from between his lips and turns away from you to quickly exhale. “Tonight, uh, doesn’t count.”
He was supposed to be taking a break from smoking, and you’d promised to help keep him on track. But now, as he stood doing just that for the first time in two months, it wasn’t the joint that captured your attention. It was the reason why, the conflicted look in his eyes that the pungent haze failed to mask.
His next words get cut off with a cough, and he doesn’t bother trying to say them again.
You're met by warmth when he motions you inside. Guilt tries to convince you that you don’t deserve another chance, fear says you’re going to blow it.
“Eddie?” He raises his eyebrows. “I’m really sorry.”
The way he nods suggests he knew your curfew was fabricated from the start. “Don’t sweat it,” he lifts his shoulder. “I’m gonna go put this out.” He holds up the joint.
You trail him back to his bedroom, where your eyes roam idly over the posters covering the walls. Different things to say rise to the tip of your tongue, but none of them spill over.
Eddie turns towards you when he’s done.
“You didn’t have to lie.” Your shoulders sink as you meet his gaze, but he easily turns to humor, “You could’ve just told me you were tired of being cramped up in a trailer. I probably would’ve agreed.”
You can feel the ghost of a smile on your face, but you still mean your next words, “I feel like the worst person in the world.”
His nose wrinkles. “Maybe the fourth or fifth, but definitely not the worst.”
In spite of everything, both of you find it within yourselves to laugh. It feels good, mending.
You regain your composure before Eddie, and upon noticing he tries even harder to quell his amusement. It takes a few extra seconds because he’s high, but he finally manages to get himself under control.
He thinks before his next words, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back. You never do.” A lump forms in your throat as you toy with the hem of your sweater. “And all I can think about every time you leave is how I let you walk away without telling you how fucking much I enjoy you being around.”
You swallow. “I know you do.”
He shakes his head. “I like hanging out with the guys too—I’ll hang out with anybody if they’re cool.” You watch him with doe eyes as he speaks. “But you, you’re a whole different story. You drive me crazy in the best fucking way ever.” Those words hang thick in the air. “When I blew that eyelash of your finger, I wished—”
“Wait,” you hold out a careful hand, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Don’t tell me.” Part of you wants him to, but not at the expense of the wish not coming true.
That keeps him quiet for a few seconds. He’s still charged from his confession, electricity having taken the place of blood within his veins.
“You came back,” Eddie states instead. “Why?”
His eyes don’t leave you, and you take in his entirety for the first time since you’ve been back. Long hair, short sleeve Metallica shirt, faded pajama pants. He doesn’t have his chest puffed out or his chin turned up in that charming way he often does when he’s working a crowd or a group of friends.
He’s leveled. No guard up, no mask on, just Eddie.
The one who’s been by your side since fifth grade. Who could make your sides ache on the days when laughing was the last thing you thought you could do. Who got on your nerves almost every time you were together, but still managed to be one of your favorite people in the world.
“You know how you always say there’s no shame in running?” you ask, shifting your weight. You’d sat in on enough of his D&D campaigns to have heard that phrase uttered.
He nods.
“Well, we both know it’s also worth something when you have the guts to stay. So this is me choosing not to run anymore.” From your feelings or from him.
The room shrinks and grows one hundred degrees hotter when Eddie moves to stand closer to you. He reaches out to grasp your hand, calluses brushing your skin. The chunky metal rings adorning his fingers glint.
Your next breath stalls as he presses your palm flat against the left side of his chest. The quickened rhythm of his heart drums against it fiercely. A mix of vulnerability and courage are married in his eyes.
“Same,” you whisper, and his lips twitch upwards. “Here I was thinking this was gonna be just another Friday night.”
You let your hand fall from his chest.
A grin breaks across his face like dawn, more tender than it’s ever been. “I’m glad it’s not.”
Time slows as he cups your face, eyes flitting over every detail as if to memorize it all over again. “You’re so fucking pretty.” He whispers it like there’s nothing to question, like he's been waiting forever.
You don’t mean to smile as wide as you do. His heart skips a beat, maybe two. He’s done holding back from what he’s been wanting to do for so long.
Not another second passes before he presses his lips to yours.
They move with careful earnesty. Despite the fact that it feels like your entire body bursts into stardust, you kiss him back with an innate sense of knowing. You can feel the puffs of air from his nose fanning over your skin, the way his thumbs brush over your cheeks. It’s intoxicating in a way that makes you weak in the knees. Even with the newness of it all, there’s an air of ease and familiarity that you lose yourself within. You don’t worry if you’re doing it right.
By the time he pushes you backwards to sit on the edge of his bed, he’s taken off your sweater and tossed it onto the floor, leaving your pale pink bra newly on display.
From your seated position, you watch him pull his own shirt over his head, further disheveling his hair. His milky skin hosts a myriad of dark tattoos and fading scars. Anticipation swirls in your core as he encourages you to lay on your back, propping himself overtop of you. He pecks the tip of your nose before slotting his lips over yours once again.
A surprised sound escapes you when his lips begin to plant a trail of kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck, head tilting to give him more access. The moment your conscience catches up to reality, you push at his chest and he immediately pulls away.
“Too much?” He studies your face. You can’t bring yourself to say no because you don’t want it to end.
“I think I just need a second. Sorry.” Embarrassment clings to your words, but you muster a shaky laugh. “I’m not used to this kinda thing.”
Eddie had experienced his share of sporadic flings, but his feelings never ran as deep as they do for you.
“You’re okay,” he soothes. “I may like pushing your buttons, but ‘m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to, alright?”
In all your years of knowing him, he’d never given you reason to believe he’d ever discount your feelings. Or that he was even capable of doing so.
You raise a hand to cup his cheek. “Let’s keep going.”
“You sure?” He turns his head to kiss your palm. “Absolutely positive?” He dips down and playfully nips at your collarbone. “Cross your heart?”
You bite your lip to keep from giggling, but fail when he begins to move lower. He drinks in your laughter like it’s an elixir.
He continues a disorderly line of kisses down your stomach, and your mind is beyond hazy by the time he reaches the waistband of your jeans. You don’t utter any words of protest when he kneels to pop the button open. The subsequent sound of your zipper being pulled down might as well be thunder with how quiet the room has grown aside from it.
Your panties are the same pink as your bra, trimmed with thin lace that makes Eddie dizzy. Without waiting for him to ask, you lift your hips for him to pull down your pants. Once they’re on the floor, he runs his hands over both of your thighs, trying his best to memorize the feeling. You briefly close your eyes when his fingers ghost over the soft fabric of your underwear. Nerves bundle low in your stomach to the point where you feel like a live wire laying exposed before him.
“You’re gonna be the end of me,” he says like a scripture.
“Me?” you peer down at him in disbelief.
“Yeah, you. Who else?” He lifts the thin waistband of your panties and lets it snap back down to your skin. “I’m gonna take ‘em off.” He only makes the announcement to give you a chance to refute it.
Rather than doing so, you brace your feet so you can lift your hips for him once more.
You’ve known him for the better half of your life. If anyone, your trust can reside in him.
A string of awed expletives slip past his lips when there’s nothing left between him and your heat. To stop himself from staring, he turns his face into your thigh to suck a bruise into the plush skin. You don’t realize that’s what he’s doing until you feel the tiny pinch that stings so good.
Your silence is perceived as permission to switch to the other leg to do the same. You can hear your heart in your ears, and regard it as a reminder that you’re alive and breathing during a moment you never thought would come.
You’re marked now, his.
He runs a gentle finger from your clit to your wet folds, and your own sensitivity surprises you when your thighs snap closed and trap his hand.
“Sorry,” you breathe, slowly blooming them open again. You make the mistake of meeting his gaze, where fondness seems to radiate like imperceivable rays of light.
After pressing a kiss to the space just beneath your navel, he stands and climbs onto the bed with you. You sit up and look to him for further direction.
An easy smile spreads across his face as he settles with his back against the wall where a headboard should be.
“C’mere,” he stretches his legs out in front of himself.
You crawl to him and sit so that your back is pressed against the warmth of his bare chest. It isn’t until you shift that you feel his erection pressing into your rear.
You peek back at him with hot cheeks. “Sorry.”
Eddie drops a kiss to your shoulder. “You’ve apologized five hundred times tonight.” You shrink in on yourself because you know it’s true. “You’re not allowed to anymore, capeesh?”
You nod.
“Now prop your legs up, buttercup.” You can hear the smile in his voice that hopes you caught his rhyme.
You press your feet into his sheets and spread your knees into a V.
His pointer finger finds your clit without warning, applying just enough pressure to hitch your breath. You’ve touched yourself before, but had never taken the time to truly gain an understanding of the deeper pleasure there was to be felt.
Here Eddie was, showing you what you didn’t know about yourself.
He switches to rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb while his middle finger glides through the slickness of your folds, making you clench with want. You reach between your legs with the hope of helping, or perhaps egging things along, but Eddie tuts.
“Hands off or I’ll stop.” His tone is gentle and commanding all at once.
Even though you follow his instructions, he still withdraws his touch. A protest ends up dying in your throat when you feel his fingers undoing the clasp of your bra and pushing the straps down your goosebump-laden arms. It soon joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. You’ve never been so bare in front of another person.
“Jesus, look at you,” he murmurs. His large hands raise to cup your breasts, fingers experimentally pinching both of your pebbled nipples. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight.
You watch with hooded eyes and parted lips. Caught off guard when he grabs your hands and redirects them to your chest to take over for him. You tentatively pinch your nipples in the same way he’d done, sending minute shockwaves through your body.
“There you go,” he coos into your ear. A gasp falls past your lips when his hand dips back between your legs to ease the tip of his middle finger into your entrance. As he pushes it in further, your toes curl tighter.
But his touch disappears yet again, making an exasperated breath leave you as your head falls backwards onto his shoulder.
“Eddie,” it’s a whine. “Are you teasing me?”
“No. I forgot to take my rings off.” They clink as he drops them onto the nightstand. “But I think I will now since you just had to say something.” The charged promise of those words sends a chill down your spine.
You’re begging three minutes later. A melodic mix of weakened pleads, his name, and incoherent bargains that only make him smile.
He’s trapped you on the edge of a freefall. Your thighs ache from tensing, and the strong pulse of arousal between your legs consumes the entirety of your mind. His two middlemost fingers pump in and out of your entrance with no sense of urgency, curling into that spot within you that makes you want to shatter. Whenever he senses that you’re about to topple over the edge, he pauses to let a few seconds crawl by.
It’s scary how good he is at reading you. At holding the reins.
“I can’t anymore,” you breathlessly insist, pressing back into him. “Eddie, please.”
“Sure you can.” He suckles the spot beneath your ear. In your head, you scream at him in frustration but in reality you squeeze your eyes shut.
He doesn’t know who he’s teasing anymore. Listening to you whimper and feeling you squirm has him twitching and straining in his boxers.
Somewhere along the line, he remembers mercy.
As soon as the cord within you snaps, your back arches and your walls flutter helplessly around his fingers. Your orgasm crashes over you in strong heated waves, each one fizzling out in their own time, making you tremble.
When your breaths grow even again, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you as you watch, awed and silent. You place a hand on his thigh to ensure he stays close.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.
The two of you sit in silence for a while, basking in the warmth of each other’s body, the new air between you. It’s as if you’re waiting to be roused from a dream.
“I wanna keep making you feel good,” he eventually murmurs into your ear, smirking when you shiver. “Will you let me do that?”
The feeling of his erection pressing into your backside suddenly registers in your mind again, and you reach behind you to curiously palm the outline through his pajama pants. He feels it in his bones.
“You can do whatever you want,” you tell him.
Eddie grabs your waist and gently pushes you forward so you know to let him get up. You settle in the middle of the bed and pull your legs up to your chest in a halfhearted reclaim of modesty.
He stalks over to his dresser and scans the cluttered surface with his lower lip pulled between his teeth. You trace his back tattoos with your eyes. After pushing a few stray trinkets aside, he makes a sound of frustration.
“What's wrong?” you ask.
He continues looking. “Coulda sworn there was a condom lying around up here.”
After a beat, you crawl to the edge of his bed so you can peek into the drawer of his nightstand. There’s notebooks filled with song lyrics, old magazines, a Walkman, batteries, guitar picks. No square foils in sight.
“Can’t we still…” your words fade when he meets your gaze, but he gives you an encouraging nod. “You know. If we’re extra careful, right?” Your voice is just above a murmur by the time you stop speaking.
The innocence seeping from your gaze makes a helpless fool out of him.
The next thing you know, he’s pulling his pants and boxers down in one go, cock springing up towards his belly as you watch with owlish eyes. A dark tuft of hair curls at the base, and the head is a pretty shade of rose that’s beading pearlescent pre-cum. A prominent vein snakes along the underside.
You’re more than ready. It’s the lightning in a bottle type sureness that you can’t believe you’ve come to know so well. The second he starts moving towards the bed again, you reposition onto your back.
Though you don’t utter a single word, every unspoken thought from your mind seems to shape his smile. It’s not entirely proud, there’s a hint of softness to it. Something giddy residing just beneath the surface that takes the edge off the intensity of his gaze.
A comforting heat radiates from his body as he positions himself overtop of you.
He reaches between your legs to collect the tell tale sign of your arousal on his fingers, and your eyelashes flutter. “Nice and ready for me, huh?”
The tone of his voice makes you want to hide. You feel small and on top of the world at the same time. Eagerness is written all over your face. And in the way your chest rises with quicker breaths. How your fingers are curled into the sheets.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You’re glad he does because you’re certain all words would fail if you tried to speak.
All you can do is blink up at him, propping your legs on either side of him as he lines himself up at your entrance.
It’s overwhelming at first, incomparable to his fingers. But he takes it slow, watching your face the whole while. Before you know it, you’ve stretched to take the entirety of his length, and his eyes are glued to where you’re joined.
He bottoms out with a satisfied grunt, hair falling into his face. The fullness makes up for the dull ache. Especially as he begins to slowly pull out in preparation for another pump. A gasp escapes you the second time he eases back in, and your face scrunches with the new depth that comes with hooking your legs around the back of his thighs.
“If you wanna stop at any point just tell me, okay?” He tries his best to keep his voice steady.
“Okay,” you whisper shakily.
He finds a rhythm before long, cheeks flushed right along with his chest. He looks beautiful like this. Even his pleasured sighs and huffs rush straight to the pit of your stomach.
“Lemme hear you,” his voice comes out gruff. “Stop holding back.”
You swallow a moan. “‘M not.”
Unconvinced, Eddie rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, and your breath stutters on its way out. You don’t remember being this sensitive earlier, and a few more pinches have your mouth gaping open just as he expected.
His thrusts grow pointedly harder, forcing the fire building in your core to burn brighter.
“Oh, god—Eddie,” you finally choke out, gripping onto his biceps.
He swears he grows impossibly harder, orgasm creeping even closer from its place in the distance. You’re so soft, so warm, so wet, squeezing him in a maddening way. Your blunt fingernails move to dig into the back of his shoulders, leaving crescent indents in their wake.
“Say my name again.”
“Eddie,” you sigh, helplessly clenching around him. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” You sound dreamy. It rushes straight between his legs, and he can feel that familiar coil beginning to wear thin.
Hearing you say his name like that was going to do him in.
A sudden burst of confidence finds you. “You’re so deep—gonna make me come.”
His hips falter and something shifts in his eyes. He starts drawing circles over your clit.
“I wanna feel you fall apart around me,” he says, and you nod because you want that for him. “But not until I say, alright?”
Your stomach drops.
When you don’t answer, he slows to a torturous pace that makes your head spin. “Gotta answer me so I know we’re on the same page.”
“We always have been,” you half slur, drunk on him.
As Eddie looks down at you, he sees a large fraction of his world woven into the delicate furrow of your eyebrows, the way your eyelashes meet the very tops of your cheeks, the part of your cherry-tainted lips.
He lowers himself so that his chest is grazing yours as he continues thrusting, pubic bone dragging over your clit. The feeling of his warm breaths fanning into your ear makes you shudder, and when you arch up, you’re only met by more of his warmth, more of him. There is no escape, nowhere to run. Only accept.
“Wish I could, shit, wish I could bottle this feeling in a fucking jar and keep it forever,” he grits into your ear. “Never felt anything this good… five stars from me.” He’s fighting to hold himself together.
You miss half of those words because you’re on the verge of an ascension.
“Eddie,” you breathe, somewhat startled. “Eddie, please. Can I come? I’m so close.”
“How close?”
Your voice goes airy and high because he’s hitting just the right spot. “‘M right there.”
“Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” Whining, you claw into his skin with the intent of making it sting, but it only makes his shoulders shake with a chuckle. “I’ll shut this whole show down if you wanna play that game—”
“So good!” you whimper, giving in. “You’re making me feel so good. Just… please.” You clench around him in hopes of earning an okay.
It almost makes him fold, come right on the spot, but he still forces out a, “Not yet, angel. I gotta practice telling you no, remember?”
His constant denial was only adding fuel to the fire of pleasure burning within you and he knew it.
By his next thrust, he could tell the beginnings of an unraveling had begun sweeping you under. Even though he sees it coming from a mile away, he nearly passes out himself when you let go.
Eyes closed, your walls flutter around him in a strong, rapid succession that carries on for a while. You’re being lifted somewhere higher than you’ve ever known. The world fades around the edges, and the distant sound of Eddie’s voice washes over you as your jaw slacks open.
There you go, that’s it. Couldn’t hold back any longer, huh?
Only when aftershocks begin to spark through you do you realize how deep your breaths have grown, and the new laxity of your limbs that makes you feel like you’ve become one with his bed, trembling weakly. A wonderful ache resides between your legs.
A gentle weight soon meets your lower stomach, and your eyes flutter open just enough to see. Eddie has pulled himself from within the warmth of you, and rested his slickened tip against your warm skin. You watch dazedly as he strokes himself a few good times before jolting and releasing onto your belly.
All you get is a glimpse of his blissed expression before he leans down to tuck his face into your neck. You lift a hand to his head and gently scratch at his scalp as you feel him begin to place soft kisses to your throat. You can still feel his cock against your belly, and you work your other hand between your bodies to wrap your delicate fingers around him.
His whole body shudders, and when you lightly circle your thumb around the tip your name breathlessly falls past his lips.
He grunts and makes you stop when you start to do the same lazy motion again, and you chuckle weakly.
“Oh, is that funny?” he asks, wrestling a smile. When you bite your lip and nod sweetly, he pushes himself up so he’s propped higher above you. “You wanna know what else is funny? I don’t think I ever gave you the green light to come.”
You blink up at him innocently. “I couldn’t help it.”
He begins tracing the underside of one of your breasts and you suck in a breath, gripping onto his wrist. He pulls from your hold, and that same hand trails down your body, over your ribs and down your sides. His fingers leave a tingly buzz in their wake. You try not to squirm too much because his spend is still on your stomach.
“I’m trying to decide if I should do something about it or be nice,” he says, ghosting a finger over your oversensitive clit.
When you whimper, his fingertips move to revisit one of the marks he left on the inside of your thighs, and the ticklish sensation makes your muscles tense as you huff out a tired laugh. He playfully quirks his brows at that reaction, but you can see the warmth in his eyes.
You smile when he leans down to give your lips a sweet peck. “I’ll be nice,'' he promises. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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When midnight comes, sleep has found neither of you. You’re both fighting it, trying to stay awake so you can continue sharing hushed stories, soft caresses, and smiles that warm you right along with the sheets covering your bodies.
Your eyes are the first to begin fluttering, and Eddie stops talking when he notices.
“No, keep going,” you murmur. “I’m listening.”
“We can talk more in the morning,” he says. You shake your head no, and he chuckles. “Yes. Go to sleep.”
Before you have the chance to say anything else, he reaches out to turn the bedside lamp off. You press yourself closer to his body after he settles back beside you.
Neither of you say anything for a while, so you begin to assume he’s dozed off. When he speaks up again, his words are soft and honest, “This is what I wished for. A moment just like this.”
You mean to tell him that you think you’re in love.
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#now every time I see Eddie I’m gonna be looking at those lashes#lord help me#I’m such a sucker#eddie munson#eddie munson friends to lovers#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfiction
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Wasn’t going to post this (because the fear is still there) but I said screw that and upload it anyway
Do NOT tag as ship please :T
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stanford pines#stan twins#sketches#sea grunks#my art#stan pines#ford pines#lol let’s see how long this stays up until i have to delete it#i’m a sucker for forehead touches#and the hand(s) on the face as well#makes me weep
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The rest of my Mane 6 ship kids!!
Appleshy and Twishy
Raripie and Raridash!
Lastly but not least, pinkiedash!
I MAY MAKE MORE SHIP KIDS BUT for now I’m fixating on these guys specifically
#mlp#my little pony#mlp fim#mlp ship kids#ship kid#mlp shipping#twishy#fluttertwi#appleshy#flutterjack#raripie#raridash#rainbowpie#pinkiedash#THE REST OF THESE SUCKERS#I love these guys.#I’m going to make so many charts#ask me about them#PLEASE
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Oooo I love the way you draw Jeff he's cute <333
I hope I did Jeff justice.. gotta love tired men
#ask reply#I’m unsurprised that yall here were immediately into Jeff#we love some pathetic guys#TBH I ACTUALLY really like Jeff’s character#despite being so tired he actually really nice to Oswald#never scolding him or questioning hard to why he’s at the pizzeria#mean from his POV he probably just sees Oswald needing a place to stay#while his parents work so why ever integrate him#Jeff doesn’t even mind when Oswald walks into the backroom to talk to him#JEFF IS chill he’s a homie#no doubt I’ll be drawing him and Oswald again soon#I’m a sucker for tired incompetent adult and their spunky more competent kid#Mike and Abby now Jeff and Oswald#peak I love them all BAHA
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knight of beauty 🌹
#it’s 4am i almost wrote knight of roses#which honestly isn’t a bad title for him either#what can i say i’m a sucker for pretty redheads#hsr argenti#argenti#hsr fanart#hsr#star rail#honkai star rail#argenti fanart#artists on tumblr
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Me: “They’re making a new Garfield movie huh? Meh, I don’t know if that’s going to interest me in any particular way-“
#I’m a sucker for those kind of feel good moments and I was feeling it in this trailer damn it#at least until I heard Pratt’s voice and it was….meh#it’s definitely his voice alright XD#garfield#Garfield movie 2024#Garfield 2024#Garfield movie#smolfield#small Garfield
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Some sketches of Vox’s life after he lost everything, as he tries to get his life back together (and eventually his fellow Vees)
The sorta context is here ~
#hazbin hotel#hazbin vox#trans vox#the vees#After the tower fell AU#I think I’m gonna call that story that so I can find it in my tags#Vox isn’t having a good time#at least he has Vark#my art#sorry for more angst#I’m a sucker for it jhsdsjhdjsdh
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