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I did see the post you made about going into the seasonal outfits Stardew Mod to give Sam back his mullet I am Begging you to release it so the rest of us who don't know shit can have it
Oh wow. That was kind of a while ago. I'm surprised someone noticed 😳
Unfortunately, as much as I'd like to just slap the files onto Nexus the mod does use assets from a few other creators, so I'd need to get their permission to post it first. Poltergeister is generally okay with people using their stuff in their works so long as it's not behind pay walls.
But most of the Sam portraits come from an artist listed as Ailin who worked on the seasonal villager outfits mods before it was taken down. I haven't been able to contact them as of yet as I'm unable to find a profile for them anywhere, but I'll keep searching and maybe asking around. I don't want to post people's stuff without permission.
I'll let you know if I ever do get the okay on it though.
#deeply sorry as I understand needing his mullet back but I just can't atm 🙇#stardew#stardew valley#sdv#asks#stardew sam#stardew valley sam#sdv sam#got mail?#tagging for ref
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Oh look, it seems like there's a Republican-led movement to purge voter rolls in the lead-up to the election! It's almost as if your vote matters and they don't want you to vote! Anyway, I whipped up a quick map (based on this) that shows when the voter registration deadline is in each state. There are a few deadlines coming up in the next week or so.
If you live in a state that regularly purges voter rolls for infrequent voters (the orange ones in the first map), or if you moved recently, it's good to check if you're still registered to vote.
Vote.org makes it super easy to check your registration: https://www.vote.org/am-i-registered-to-vote/
Just put in your address and DOB and they'll tell you whether you're registered. (And they give you a quick link to register online if it turns out that you're not! Only the 9 states in white on my map don't have online registration, and for those they provide instructions on how to do it via mail or in person.) If you want an extra verification, find your state's election website and double-check there.
So yeah, give yourself peace of mind -- do a quick check. :)
#sorry that us election season plagues the non-usa folks on tumblr#took a break from binging more batfam fics to do this lol#i LOVE how easy vote.org makes things tho#lowkey was planning to do a gotv comic but the reg deadlines were coming up so#us election 2024#thank you past self from 2020 for already having a map in a psd file#i got my voter info booklet in the mail on friday and i'm so hype
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#art#my art#angels#flesh and meat and such#this post was brought to you by i just got my hrt injection stuff mail package
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february's postcard 💌
#my art#tech tag#inspired by the iloveyou computer virus . hehe#these are SOOO cute in person. i got them in yesterday#and the colors are soooo perfect. really happy w these#typical mail snail stuff applies: join anytime in feb#and i can ship anywhere :) and u get all the other patr30n stuff too
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I'M NOT YOUR DOLL AND I'LL THINK FOR MYSELF AND I'LL LIVE FOR MYSELF
#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#eddie dear#senjart#so#so. SO!#SO ABOUT TODAY'S UPDATE. WELL.#WELLLLLL!#eddie is happy. eddie is happy!#so excited for eddie's lobotomy arc#I have many MANY thoughts about today's update. by far the best one I should say#so much implications of the situation the puppets are in#how sally is so.... harsh towards eddie#and we got shown him having an outburst when hes left alone and doesnt know what to do#like he's so underappreciated but. delivering mails and making papercrafts are all he knows#his reison de'tre#his depersonalization on the armchair during the advertisement segment AND how frank reacted to it#he dropped the ''mr dear'' pretenses and called him ''eddie'' in such a concerned voice#AND MY GOD. RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!#PUPPET ON THE STRING THEORY REAL? SCRIPTS THEORY REAL? OR AM I JUST TWEAKING#HMMM HMMMMMMMMM#ANYWAYS I'LL THINK OF MORE STUFF TO ADD HERE ONCE IM NO LONGER SLEEPY
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Cutest. Sundering. EVER.
#10/10 would sunder again#got the second EW artbook in the mail today and got a friend to help make this#this is the actual interaction between these two minions and I absolutely am here for it#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#ff14#ff14 ffxiv#ffxiv gif#ff14 gif#hydaelyn#zodiark
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man just take them
#hsr#honkai star rail#star rail#dr ratio#hsr dr ratio#the context is that dr ratio's VA made a video reacting to mail and he got these two british ducks so i redrew a shot where he's holding the#em up close to the camera and its very delightful
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(via Elwood Edwards, Voice of AOL’s ‘You’ve Got Mail’ Alert, Dies at 74 - The New York Times)
Elwood Edwards, an announcer who voiced the ubiquitous AOL email alert “You’ve got mail” at a time when many Americans were just beginning to learn how to navigate the internet, died on Tuesday at his home in New Bern, N.C. He was 74.
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Pearl's Delivery Service is open for business!
Textless versions of the stamps under the cut!
#i spent so long on these you have no idea oh my god#but i got them done!!! and i love how they turned out!!!!#the salmon... my favorite i was so happy finishing that thang#ITS THEM!!!!#although. i uh. didnt know when i was drawing them that fandom was calling them the PET mail service... so on their badges it says PDS...#my bad#anyway SALMON#my art#art#mcyt#hermitcraft#pearlescentmoon#hermitcraft 10#postmaster pearl#tangotek#ethoslab#hermitcraft s10#hermitcraft fanart#pearl's delivery service#PET postal service#I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH
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wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻
this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.
cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!
“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”
miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’
you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.
peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.
you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.
immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”
you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.
you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.
a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”
miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”
you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.
after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.
peter 🚮
| is that fucking o’hara..?
| you’re fucking with me???
| fucking whore
| you sleep with nerds now??
you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.
you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.
fucking dweeb.
#the ask had me sweatin#u guys need to start writing instead of me 😭#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara drabble#miguel atsv smut#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel atsv#sub miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara x fem!reader#you’ve got mail💌#<nerd!miguel3
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Ultimate Wedding 💍✨️
bonus Futaba and flower girl Sophia 💕
#persona 5#persona 5 tactica#ca3 art#I GOT MY COPY IN THE MAIL JUST NOW TOO SO BYEEE#P5T#persona 5 tactica spoilers#just in case#ren amamiya#akira kurusu#ann takamaki#yusuke kitagawa#goro akechi#ryuji sakamoto#futaba sakura#haru okumura#makoto niijima#sumire yoshizawa#kasumi yoshizawa#sophia persona 5 strikers#p5s sophia#persona 5 strikers#i almost gave up on this 5 times omfg and THE LAG I EXPERIENCED WHYYY#sorry no Zenkichi i ran out of steam 😭 pretend he's taking the wedding photos for everyone
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Oh yeah, the Stardew ask one! Dance of the Moonlight Jellies and Stardew Valley Fair for Skylar? 😊✨
🌙 Dance of the Moon Jellies 🌙
How does your OC feel about staying up to watch the moon jellies? Do they go? Do they stay home? Skylar's not exactly a big fan of the beach or the ocean, but there's something so undeniably beautiful and mystical about the lunaloos that they can't resist the opportunity to go see them.
Do they start to fall asleep and need someone to keep them up? & Do they watch the jellies with others or prefer to find a quiet spot to observe all on their own? If they do watch with others, who do they watch it with? They absolutely do start to doze off while waiting. They've been working hard all day after all! But that's why Skylar likes to be around Philip since he has the same problem. If one of them starts to fall asleep the other will wake them up. Or Torts will bite them if they both doze off 😅
🍔 Stardew Valley Fair 🍔
How do they feel about the Stardew Valley Fair? Is it fun or annoying? How do they feel about the tourist? Skylar is pretty neutral about the fair and usually spends their time just standing in silence with Marlon by the weapons grange, mostly to avoid the tourist and chat with Alesia if she comes by.
What games do they play, if any? Do they play to win star tokens or just for fun? What kind of prizes do they like to get? Slingshot game, 100 Percent. It's less about the star tokens and more about wanting to beat Sam's high score, but they haven't even gotten close to it yet. They usually end up buying some random food item, a plushie, or piling their coins together with the rest of their friends for something they wanted.
How do they feel about Gus's burgers? Skylar's not exactly vegetarian, but they don't eat a lot of meat. They think the burgers are okay, but you'll usually find them over at Pika's instead if they're getting something to eat. They are incredibly concerned and amused by the rate at which Lance seems to scarf them down though
#this made me realize I need to fix some of the festivals for when RSV isn't installed#whoops-#thanks for the ask though#stardew#stardew valley#stardew valley expanded#sdv#sve#ridgeside#ridgeside village#rsv#stardew farmer#stardew valley farmer#sdv farmer#ask meme#got mail?#farmer skylar#sdv lance#rsv philip#rsv torts#sdv alesia#sdv marlon
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I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
You've Got Mail (1998) dir. Nora Ephron
#filmedit#movieedit#filmgifs#moviegifs#userstream#fyeahmovies#doyouevenfilm#cinemagifs#cinemaspam#throwbackblr#filmtv#tvandfilm#cinematv#you've got mail#nora ephron#tom hanks#meg ryan#films#mine
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a rug hook commission for @stickynotebirds! :O (who also drew the original sketch/design and I tweaked it a little bit)
#rug hooking#artists on tumblr#fiber art#had a very fun time working on this :]#I think this is the biggest one I've done so far (20x20) so that was really fun to see when it was completed#-squints- I think actually 20x21? mfhgj the backing fabric either got a wee bit stretched on the frame#or because the yarn is kinda packed in on this one haha#forgot to take a pic of the back but I printed out these little fabric tag labels to sew on#sending international mail had me sWEATING hahaha#but thank god for online making things so much easier where you just print it out/slap it on and it's fine >:'D#edit: wanted to wait till it arrived safely to post this (and it has!!)
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wdythink about shy reader squirting for the first time and mingyu literally going crazy about it….. like he might cry…
genre; smut, mdni <3
his ego would burst through the roof if you squirt, especially if it's your first time ever.
mingyu curls his fingers inside you, stimulating your g-spot with his middle and ring fingers. your legs tremble around his head, and he keeps up the ruthless abuse on your cunt.
he leans forward, wrapping your clit between his soft lips. he sucks on the bundle of nerves, tongue flicking at the bud incessantly. he pulls away causing you to whine but he just smile at how needy you are. "want me that bad, baby?"
you whine, "fuck you,"
he groans loudly, cock twitching, "you should. fuck-I love your cunt so much." you thrash under his him as he thumbs at your clit. his movements turn hasty, rubbing at your clit and curling his fingers on your g-spot, simultaneously.
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you scream, toes curling and the band in your stomach snaps. but this is different from your usual orgasms, it's a bit more intense and-
before you know it, you squirt all over mingyu's face. your legs tremble around his face and you scream his name again, gasping for air. he groans incoherent curses, and dives in, sucking and slurping at your fluids. he makes a mess out of the mess, eating you out like a madman and the sounds filling the bedroom are absolutely sinful.
you cry his name, trying to push his face away. he doesn't budge and you tug at his hair, harshly. he pulls away finally and you moan at his disheveled appearance. his face and hair are covered with your fluids and pure, unfiltered lust swirls in his eyes.
he looks at you like a predator, circling around its prey. you gulp and he smiles, flashing his sharp canines. and the fact he isn't overtly expressing his joy concerns you 'cause you know that look. the look that tells you that you won't be able to walk for a few days.
"fuck, that was hot." he touches his chin, wiping your arousal and sucks on it. "gimme one more, yea?" he grins, kissing the pearl above your core. you gasp, feeling oversensitive but you know he's nowhere finished with you.
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#pss you got mail!#anonnie <3#mingyu smut#svt smut#seventeen smut#kim mingyu#seventeen#mingyu drabbles#mingyu hard hours
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haiii gf i got a request🙈
older! eddie catching u make him lunch for work and he ends up railing u against the kitchen counter😵💫😵💫😵💫
hiiiii queen 🤭 you always come in with the older!eddie requests bless ur heart.
18+ please! fingering, unprotected piv (he pulls out), use of pet names, food mention obv
Your soft hums from the kitchen are what wake him, the sound floating down the hall and through the cracked-open door.
Eddie stirs, stretching his limbs with a low rumble of a groan, pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling. He can smell the sweetness of your shampoo on the pillow case, and he smiles softly to himself. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting the room in a honeyed glow. He sits up with another groan, scratching at the soft pudge of his stomach absentmindedly before standing.
He can hear the radio now, your hums following the tune of whichever song comes on. He can picture you in his mind; hips swaying softly as you sip your morning coffee, probably your second cup by now, picking at your breakfast. He can picture your bed head, your sleepy eyes, the smile that graces your face when he comes to say good morning.
What he isn’t expecting when he trods down the hall is to see you making a meal, his lunchbox open beside you on the countertop. He watches quietly as you stack different ingredients to make a sandwich, taking care to make it look good. His hungry eyes rake over your figure, trailing up your legs, lingering on the way your tiny little shorts hug the meat of your ass. He was right, your hips are swaying to the music, tempting him to come right up behind you and squeeze a handful of you.
You reach into the cookie jar, picking out a few of your homemade cookies — snickerdoodles, his favorite — before placing them into a plastic baggie and tucking them into the lunchbox. He stays silent as you cut up strawberries, placing them in a container followed by blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Giving him a well-rounded meal, wanting to keep him energized and cared for.
Something deep within Eddie stirs, and he finds himself simultaneously aroused and awestruck at the sweetness of your gesture. You’d never gone out of your way to make him lunch before, your relationship still in the early stages, and he feels his heart melt in his chest.
“Well don’t you look beautiful this morning,” he speaks finally, your head whipping around to face him.
“Oh! You startled me,” you laugh breathily, body relaxing entirely after realizing it’s only him.
He steps closer to you, stopping once his front is pressed to your back.
“What’re you doing in here, baby?” he asks, morning voice raspy and deep. It sends a shiver down your spine, shooting right to your core.
“Making you lunch, handsome,” you reply, turning your head to give him a kiss.
“Putting in all this work for little old me?” He looks around at the scattered ingredients, realizing you must’ve already gone to the store this morning to buy half of it.
“It’s hardly that much work,” you say simply. “And yes, we have to keep little old you fed.”
He snorts, letting his big arms wrap around your middle. His lips find their way to your neck, your head tilting immediately to allow him easier access. You whine before you can stop yourself, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop.
“You’re taking such good care of me,” Eddie purrs. “Think I need to take care of you.”
“Ed,” you breathe, squirming under his roaming hands. “You have to get ready for work.”
“It can wait,” he replies, lightly kicking your legs apart with his foot.
He lets one hand trail down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. His calloused fingers tease your clit, the scruff on his face lightly scratching your skin as he continues to kiss your neck. You’re like putty in his hands, feeling your knees go weak the second he starts touching you. Your heart rate increases, breathing turning into pants and sighs as his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over.
The fabric of his pajama pants stiffens, his cock growing harder by the second. You can feel it pressing against your ass, and you wiggle your hips tantalizingly.
“Mmm,” he hums, a sound that reverberates against you. “Don’t tease, honey.”
He stops his steady pace on your clit, drawing his hand back so that he can utilize both of them to pull down your cotton shorts. Your panties fall to the floor with them, and you kick them aside swiftly as you step out of the garments. Eddie’s hand returns to its previous place, this time slipping two fingers carefully into your heat, wetness pooling around them.
“So wet, sweetheart,” he coos, smirking to himself when you let out a high pitched whine.
“Fuck, Ed,” you sigh, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close, reveling in his touch.
His free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, slipping them down far enough to free his aching cock. The tip is red and leaking when he grabs it in his fist, stroking it a few times for good measure. You’re a moaning mess in front of him, gripping hard at the countertop as his fingers curl expertly inside of you.
“Feel good, baby?” he asks, nipping at your ear.
“Uh-huh,” you nod, incapable of forming any actual words.
“I’m gonna make you feel even better. That okay with you?” he continues, awaiting your permission.
You can hear his fist running over his cock, along with the groan he tries to stifle but fails. You can feel yourself clench around his fingers in anticipation. “Yes, please,” you choke out, wincing slightly when he removes his fingers.
You steady yourself, body practically vibrating with need as his tip rubs against your folds. Large hands grip your hips as he sinks into you, punching the air from your lungs. He starts with slow, agonizing thrusts. Letting the drag of his cock make you delirious as it slides inch by inch out of you before gliding back in.
He’s well-versed in this, had his years of practice, able to have your legs trembling for him in seconds. You’re finding it harder and harder to keep yourself upright as he picks up his pace, pounding into you from behind relentlessly. Your nails dig into the countertop, back arching as his name tumbles from your lips on a loop.
“Such a good girl, feel so good around me, baby,” Eddie grunts, his fingertips gripping harshly into your skin, keeping you in place as he drives into you even harder.
You’re seeing stars, positive you’ve never felt this good in your life. The radio still croons from the corner of the kitchen, the sound hazy and far-off in your ears. You couldn’t name the song playing if there was a gun to your head, Eddie quickly fucking every thought from your brain until all you can possibly think about is him.
The tension in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, a coil that’s ready to snap, and you’re suddenly certain that if you grasp the counter any harder your fingers will bleed.
His balls slap against your skin, cock gliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt. One hand trails up beneath your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching the nipples between two fingers. You moan hotly, feeling your legs quiver, turning to jelly in real time.
“Why don’t you cum for me, honey?” he rasps into your ear, and it’s enough to send you entirely over the edge.
He curses as your walls squeeze him, clamping down as if your goal is to keep him inside forever. He manages a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out, cumming all over your ass. You can feel it dripping down, coating your skin in his sticky warmth.
Breathing heavy, you come back to reality slowly, dazed. The lunchbox sits packed in front of you, and you’re reminded that you’re on a time crunch. Eddie’s surely approaching the point of being late for work, and he watches you turn around to look at the clock.
“Let’s get cleaned up before I have to leave,” he says, pulling you against him to kiss you sweetly. “I’ll get the shower going.”
You tug on his arm when he tries to walk away, getting his attention once more.
“Did you really get turned on just because I was making you lunch?” you ask with a smirk.
He laughs. “What can I say? I’m a simple man.”
“Noted.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#older!eddie munson#older!eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fanfic#leah’s got mail 💌
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