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❗ GORE WARNING ❗ HAPPY HALLOWEEN ! 🎃 Sniper has decided to create a custom Mongrel O'Lantern ! But what was the cost of it . . .
#tf2#team fortress 2#snipertf2#sniper team fortress2#sniper#spytf2#spy team fortress 2#spy#gore#halloween#jack-o-latern#unfinished#unfinishedart#paranoidzuqu
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#Scary Godmother#Hannah Marie#Nostalgia#Cartoon Network#Fan art#Art#My art#Madamedoo#Halloween#Witch#Fairy#Pumpkin#Jack o latern
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Down at the pumpkin patch
#pumpkin#pumpkin art#jack o lantern#jack o latern art#halloween#halloween art#happy halloweeeeeeen#oc art#oc#original character#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#illustration#digital drawing#digital illustration
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just spent an hour on a graphic for an idea i just decided to scrap partially. i’m fine it’s fine
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Ich durfte Zeuge eines atemberaubenden Spektakels werden, als die Stadt in ein Meer von Lichtern getaucht wurde.
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Paul King
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I'M SHAKING YOU. SO HARD AND SO AGGRESSIVELY RN
LOOK AT THEM
YOU IMPROVED SO MUCH, I'M SO HAPPY. YOU CAN TASTE THE IMPROVEMENT, MAN, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
omg hello i love ur art !!!
i see your requests are open. giggle!!!
bychance... perchance... could you draw error and ink in matchin' halloween costumes of ur choice? :3
THE ANNUAL ERRORINK HALLOWEEN REDRAW COMES ABOUT EARLY THIS YEAR!! Sorry they’re not exactly matching but. Witch and vampire!! Also hi I like your art very much thank you ૮( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)ა
Last year’s ver under cut
#Their faces man I can't#Ink looks so happy. So precious#And Error's just a smug bastard smh#Until the second doodle where Ink takes a munch#Ink should not be the vampire#You know why???#'Cus he is already super cute/has been chosen to be the candy corn witch#Candy corn witch; Jack-o'-latern witch... you choose#You flexin' on yourself with the improvement so hard#Making a nice drawing look not as fantastic when slapped right next to a masterpiece#We all wanna improve like this maaan
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WTW Ghost Gala - Day 5: Jack O' Lantern
🎃 Jack O' Lantern🎃 - Share an interesting fact you found while doing research for your WIP.
To be honest, I don't do a lot of research. Yes, when I need to confirm or look the way around a lot of things, I research, but like, sit down and read lots and lots of information about the same theme as if I were studying? Nope.
Not yet.
But something that was interesting to me, that I found wandering around, was this post
It blew my mind so hard, that I HAD to make my next character (AngelDemon) a cane user. After reading that, I went through a few more, about circumstances and situations to weave around that particular character.
I also wanted a very strong and reliable character the need to use a cane for ✨ reasons ✨, but I will leave that one for later.
I suppose that's my latest more interesting finding, so here I'm sharing.
Another interesting fact that you will read there if you do read is that, if you're injured in your legs, you use a particular foot to go down or to go up and, with my ankle injury, I wasn't able to not test that information, going around wildly trying to remember which one I should be using first adasdasdasdasdas
Results? Still unknown because I don't remember how it went and I have to refresh that little important detail, but that's another story ^^
#wtwcommunity#wtwevent#writers on tumblr#writers#writeblr#writing community#writing#writers of tumblr#writerscommunity#writing prompt#Ghost Gala#Jack O' Latern#interesting fact#researching#lady answers#azu answers
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Trick or treat!! >:333
HEYA! Happy halloweeeen!!
#take an EXTRA JUMBO#make sure to pat the jack-o-latern on the head as you leave he likes pets#halloween#trick or treat
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#Halloween#Ghosts#jack o latern#Trick or treat#Boo#holiday decorations#Bling#Gary Lesley#UAPRO#poltergeists#Haunting
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Christmas is Coming
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longing
paring: peepaw!myers x fem!reader
warnings: 18+content, angst, mentions of murder, michael himself is a warning, smut, rough sex, no aftercare, choking, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, little to no foreplay, huge age gap, sadism if you squint
a/n: probably not the best smut i’ve written but it was 3am and i was tired :o
it was a chilly night in haddonfield, the air thick with an unsettling silence. the streets were eerily empty, except for the flickering jack-o'-laterns on porches and the occasional sound of children laughing in the distance. on one street, however, the atmosphere was anything but calm. a mob of angry residents had gathered, their faces set with determination and a hint of desperation. they were waiting, waiting for the moment of retribution against the shape that had haunted their town for decades.
among the mob were you, a young woman, confused and scared. you clutched a baseball bat that a stranger gave to you nervously, your knuckles white from the tension. you had lost friends to michael myers, the embodiment of pure evil, but you couldn't shake the feeling off that what those people were about to do wasn't right.
the mob's plan was simple: lure michael myers into a trap and end his reign of terror once and for all. karen, your best friend's mom, also daughter of laurie strode, was the one to set the bait, stepping out of the dark with michael's mask in her hand.
michael, unmasked and exposed, approached the trap with his usual silent menace. he reached down and grabbed his mask, pulling it on with a tight grip on his knife. the mob surged forward, ready to attack, but you hesitated. you let the bat fall from your hands and took a few steps back, your heart pounding in your chest. as the people descended on Michael, your eyes widened in horror. you knew this wasn't right. even after everything he has done.
a scream tore from your throat, halting everyone in their tracks. even Michael's blank, soulless eyes seemed to turn towards you.
"stop! this isn't right!" you yelled. "he's also just human!"
the people turned their hateful gazes on you, their faced twisted with anger and disgust. your words defending michael led to you being grabbed roughly, hands tied behind your back. you were thrown to the ground next to Michael, the cold pavement digging into your knees. you thought it was over, you would be slaughtered right next to the shape.
but Michael had other plans.
with a swift, brutal efficiency, he fought back, killing everyone who dared to attack him. blood splattered the ground, screams filled the air, but you were untouched. when the gruesome scene in front of you ended, Michael's cold eyes fixed on you. his knife still clung tightly in his hand. your breath caught in your throat as he approached, your body trembling with fear. you closed your eyes, expecting the end.
instead, you felt the tightness around your wrists disappear. your eyes snapped open in shock to see Michael standing over you, his head tilted in that unsettling way. you cautiously got to your feet, taking a few steps back. but Michael didn't move to harm you; instead he pointed at his wounded chest, silently asking you for help. hesitating, you nodded, your heart still pounding. in a flash Michael lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to an abandoned cabin on the outskirts of town.
the cabin was a relic of a bygone era, its walls creaking with age and neglect. you carefully tended to Michael's wounds, using whatever supplies you could find. you knew that this was incredibly wrong, but somehow it felt so right to you. feeling a strange sense of duty and compassion, you stayed with him. michael, for his part, was confused by your gentleness, your care. he was used to hate, to killing, not kindness.
over a few months, you and Michael settled into an uneasy coexistence. you both moved into your house, hidden away form the prying eyes of the world. you took care of him in every way that you could, cooking for him, buying him proper clothes. the shape was perplexed by your tenderness and your determination to protect him. he didn't understand why he allowed it, why he didn't kill you like everyone else. something about you was different.
as time passed, you found yourself falling for the masked man. you couldn't explain it, but there was something about Michael that drew you in. despite his cold exterior and violent tendencies, you believed that there was more to him. he was still a mystery, a cold, silent presence in your home. maybe it was his quiet strength, his stoic nature that intrigued you. michael, too, felt a strange pull towards you, though he didn't understand it.
months turned into a year, and your relationship became more complex. your feelings deepened, but Michael remained distant, cold. you wanted more from him, needed more. you had done everything you could to make him feel at home, to show him that he was safe with you, that he could trust you. but Michael remained closed off, distant.
he didn't allow you to touch him, rejected your attempts at affection. you obviously grew frustrated, longing for his touch, his love. you just wanted something in return. of course you understood it somehow. Michael was a lost, misunderstood soul, hated by everyone and he wasn't used to someone actually caring for him. but still you expected just a little bit of affection from him and the longing you felt for him grew stronger each day, and with it, your frustration.
Michael noticed your change in behavior but didn't understand the reasons behind it.
one night, you were sitting on the couch, a horror movie playing on the tv. you barely paid any attention to the film, your mind too preoccupied with the man sitting beside you. you glanced at him, his tall, imposing figure taking up most of the couch, his mask still in place. even with the mask on you found him so sexy, so attractive.
you couldn't take it anymore.
the need to feel him close, to know that he was real, that he cared for you in some way, was overwhelming. hell, you wanted his man to finally fuck you. you've been together for more than a year now and nothing sexual happened even in the slightest bit.
you scooted closer to him, trying to snuggle up against his side, but just as you feared, he pushed you away with slight force, a growl leaving his mouth.
as always.
"Michael..." you began, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "I cant keep doing this."
he didn't respond, not even looking at you. his eyes kept fixated on the tv, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands clenched into fists.
you stood up almost immediately, your frustration boiling over.
"you don't care, do you?" you snapped, tears welling in your eyes. "I've done everything for you! I've given you a home, cared for you, and I... I feel so much for you, but you just-" you broke off, voice catching in your throat. "I can't live like this, not with a relationship where I'm the only one who feels anything."
you turned to leave, the tears now spilling over, but before you could take a step, Michaels hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. you gasped, turning back to face him, your heart pounding strongly against your chest. he pulled you back, his grip firm but not painful, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that you hadn't seen before - a flicker of emotion, something raw and vulnerable.
then, to your shock, Michael reached up and slowly pulled off his mask.
your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time. you had seen him unmasked before, on the night you met, but it was dark and everything happened so fast.
his face was scarred, rugged, and a white, trimmed beard covered it, but he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. there was a gentleness in his eyes that took you by surprise. you had expected coldness, detachment, but instead, you saw, regret, and something else - something that made your heart ache.
"Michael..." you whispered, voice trembling.
he obviously didn't reply, but the way he looked at you, the way his hand still held your wrist, told you everything you needed to know. slowly, cautiously, he pulled you even closer, until your faces where just inches apart. your heart raced, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you waited, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. you didn't fully understand what was happening and why Michael acted like that suddenly. but you weren't complaining in the slightest bit. that was exactly what you've wanted for longer than a year.
then, finally, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. it was tentative at first, almost like he wasn't quite sure what to do, but when you responded, pressing your lips more firmly against his, he deepened it. the kiss was filled with a desperation, a need that had been buried deep within him for so long. one of his hands moved to your waist, pulling you on top of him, while the other one rested lazily on your thigh. and for the first time since you had met, you felt his warmth, his desire.
the heat began to pool in your panties, the whole situation was turning you on way too much. when his hand wandered from your waist to your ass and gave it a harsh squeeze, you gathered all your courage and began grinding down on him, feeling his bulge already pressing up into you. a muffled moan echoed off the walls, when your clothed clit rubbed deliciously against his erection. you could feel Michael tense up as well as his hand squeezed even harder and his breaths became heavier. you increased your speed and pulled away from his lips, head falling back in pleasure.
when you returned your hazy gaze back to him, he was already watching you like his prey. his expression was cold but his eyes were sparkling with lust and hunger. hesitatingly, you put your hands on his chest, slowly gripping the zip of his blue coveralls, pulling it down his chest. your hands felt the warm skin beneath it and held on tight to his shoulders.
but michael had other plans. he didn’t want to keep up your bullshit of preparation. with a tight grip on your waist he roughly manhandled you on your back. he crawled on top of you, grabbing the collar of your shirt as he tore it apart, making you gasp out in shock. he tossed it away before he quickly got rid of your bra. then, he ripped open your pants, adding it to the pile of clothes.
your heart was beating rapidly and the ache in your core started to get unbearable. you waited so long for this moment - too long.
“please michael.” you whimpered out as you pushed your hips up, signing him that you need more.
he grunted in response, getting up from the couch and pulling down his coveralls and boxers. your eyes almost fell out when you saw his length. it was thick, long and veiny. something so big you’ve never seen before. with the blink of an eye he was on you again. his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them as wide as possible. you curiously propped yourself up on your elbows, as you watched him pushing your panties to the side.
as he saw your wet, glistening pussy, you could have sworn you saw him licking his lips. michael put both of his hands beside your arms, trapping you, before he lined his cock up with your entrance. your eyes searched for his and when he finally looked at you, he plunged his whole length inside your hole with one harsh thrust- his dick filling you to the brim and stretching you to your limit. a scream tore from your throat and your eyes were shut at the stretch. waves of stinging pain cursed through your whole body and your walls clenched tightly around him.
but michael wouldn’t let you get used to it. he isn’t that type of man.
as soon as he felt his tip kissing your cervix, he began to rut into you with a fast pace, never planning on going gentle. loud moans and cry’s filled the air as you tried to get used to his size which was almost impossible because of his harsh pounding. his hips just moved faster and faster, almost making you see stars.
“slow down michael.” you choked out as you lay back down again. in reply, michael surged forward and wrapped a calloused hand around your throat tightly, almost cutting off your airway. your eyes shot open at the sudden lack of air and you looked at him with pleading eyes. but michael didn’t show mercy. how could he have? he’s the shape of haddonfield. nobody gets to tell him what to do.
in a matter of seconds, michael had you up in a mating press, the new position allowing him to go deeper, his tip pressing against your g-spot deliciously. “oh fuck! you feel so good michael.” you yelled out, hands gripping on his arms for support. by now you were used to his size and all you experienced was pure pleasure. the both of you moaned out as he went in and out of your tight cunt. the hand that squeezed your throat now wandered down to your breast and kneaded it roughly, only adding to the intense sensations he’s giving to you.
michael let out a low growl, his thrusts becoming more desperate, chasing his own release. your nails dug sharply into his flesh and you slowly felt your orgasm building up. with his pelvis constantly clashing against your puffy clit, you only reached your high faster. “please michael let me come.” you pleaded, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
suddenly he pulled out of you and before you could even comprehend it, he threw you on your stomach, ass up in the air. immediately, he reentered you, his thrusts just as harsh and fast as before. your face was mushed up against the couch, whimpers and high pitched moans leaving your lips. michael’s hands found their way to your hips, pulling your body roughly back, meeting his own thrusts.
this position made him go even deeper, rougher and when you felt his tip constantly brushing against your sweet spot, you tripped over the edge. a pornographic moan rang through the room as you came with such a great force, almost passing out from the intensity.
your orgasm made him go feral and he began to pound into you with an animalistic pace, inhuman even- to a point were it began to hurt. his hips snapped so harshly against your ass, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“too much. s-stop.” you begged, voice just above a whisper. with an answering growl, he aggressively gripped the roots of your hair and pulled your body up, forcing you to arch your back uncomfortably. a string of loud cry’s came out of your mouth and tears started to pour down your cheeks uncontrollably.
the loud sound of skin slapping against each other and the heavy smell of sex that lingered in the air, made your brain dizzy. your arms threatened to give out but michael pulled you now fully up against him, pressing his chest into your back.
the squeals and cry’s that came out of your mouth turned him on even more and the fact that you were experiencing pain, made him go crazy. if he would have known before that he could use you like this, he would have fucked you months ago.
after a few minutes of his relentless pounding you noticed his breaths getting louder, the grunts and growls he would let out here and there were also getting more intense, signing you he was almost reaching his high.
“cum inside me michael.” you managed to squeal out and in reply michael fucked into you with all his strength, hands grabbing your tits and teeth biting into your shoulder. with an animalistic growl, he finally let go and painted your walls with his white liquid. he continued to push in and out of you, fucking his cum deep inside of you.
you could barely hold your eyes open and your body was feeling like jelly. but then michael pulled out of your hole and you immediately fell back on the sofa. exhausted breaths came out of your mouth, trying to calm down from the intense fuck.
you felt his weight shifting on the couch and heard him getting dressed again. your eyes were still closed when he suddenly gripped your hair again and pulled your head up. he was bent down to your level and you saw something in his eyes you’ve never seen before.
“good girl.” he faintly whispered before releasing his grip and walking away. your mouth opened at his words and your brows furrowed.
you thought you were dreaming. for the first time ever michael spoke to you.
#smut#michael myers smut#michael myers#peepawmyers#oldmanmichael#halloween#halloween kills#michael myers x reader#michael myers x you#fanfiction#jamesjudecourtney#slashers
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I don’t like these pictures so they’re not rebloggable but JACK O LATERN SKIRT 🎃🎃🎃
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Not whilst Teddie's around (18+)
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Warnings:Fluff, Smut (but like the softest sweetest mushy-gushy kind) cock-waming, kissing, cuddling, horror movie mentions
Word count:1,705
writing this fic was an UPHILL BATTLE, so I'm sorry for the questionable quality, but it's finished at least.
Eddie Muson Masterlist // Main Masterlist
divider by @strangergraphics
“Dude, I’m telling you, horror movies get chicks wetter than you can even imagine. Trust me.” Gareth swears downing the last few sips of his beer.
“Yeah right, like any girl in her right mind would let you come within a ten-foot radius of her, let alone get close enough to get all up in her ‘sex-o-sphere’” Jeff laughs incredulously at his friend.
It was the way that all Corroded Coffin jam sessions ended, with a few beers and typical guy talk.
“You know Cindy Nolan? Works down at the roller-rink? We’ve been hanging out, and I rented Friday The 13th the other night, let me tell you that that girl couldn’t get any closer to me if she tried.”
“Yeah right, you’re full of shit Emerson.” Brandon said, shoving his friend with a nudge of his elbow.
“No, no, come on now, let’s hear him out. Maybe you two girlfriend-less losers could learn a thing or two from him.” Eddie says, shushing Jeff and Brandon’s guffawing. Truthfully, Eddie himself was eager to hear what Gareth had to say. Not that he thought he needed any help with his love-life, far from it, actually. His relationship with you was perfect in his eyes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t learn a thing or two.
“So we're watching the movie right? and it gets to the real scary bit, the music's all tense and shit, and she's pressed up against me, tucking her face into my shirt, and that's when I make my move.” Gareth says, throwing up finger guns.
“Your move?” Eddie asks with a raised brow.
“Yeah, the ol’ ‘yawn-and-stretch’, I fake a yawn and then I stretch my arm around her shoulder. Then to really sell it, I hit her with the ‘don't worry, I'll protect you from the scary serial killer.’ spiel. From then on, she's practically eating out the palm of my hands. Horror movies, I'm telling you guys, are the way to go.”
Both Jeff and Brandon hold their hands up in defeat.
And all that was on Eddie’s mind was that he was definitely going to have to swing by Family video to check out their selection of horror movies.
You rounded your way into the living room with the freshly popped bowl of popcorn getting ready to settle next to Eddie under the throw blankets on the couch.
“So what movie did you pick up for tonight?” you asked, reaching for a handful of popcorn.
He flashes you the vhs cover, a jack-o-latern pumpkin with a knife. He gives you a wide and boyish smile as his deep brown eyes sparkle with a cheeky glint. Tonight was the night that he was going to put Gareth’s claim to the test. He had swung by Family Video right after band practice and slapped Halloween tape down on the counter, causing Steve to roll his eyes and let out an annoyed huff. Oh yeah, Eddie had his plan all figured out.
“Jamie Lee Curtis is an absolute force to be reckoned with in the movie.” he says, reaching over to steal a few pieces of popcorn out of your hand.
This is where your tastes in movies differed from Eddie’s. You were more John Hughes, where the laughs were aplenty and the guy got the girl, whilst Eddie was much more John Carpenter, where the screams were aplenty and the killer got their victim.
But despite horror movies not being totally your thing, you were willing to sit and watch if it made Eddie happy.
Snuggled up to Eddie, with the soft blankets keeping you both cosy, he pressed play on the movie.
You wish you could say that you weren't scared, but then you would be lying. Laurie Strode was certainly a much braver woman than you could ever be, because the very idea that Michael Myers was still on the loose sent a shiver down your spine in the worst way. It didn't matter how much you tried to reason with yourself that it was just a film, and that it wasn't real, the scared and uneasy feeling had your heart pounding against your chest as you tucked your face into Eddie's shirt. Hoping that hiding away in the familiar comfort of your boyfriend would go someway to quell the racing of your heart.
Eddie felt terrible. Scratch that, he felt worse than terrible. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world. As the tense music in the movie swelled, more and more he felt you shrink into yourself and tuck yourself away into his chest. You were scared and it was his fault.
Flicking the remote at the tv to pause the film Eddie softly turns his attention to you.
“Hey, you know we don’t have to watch this if you don’t like it.” he says, brushing a stray hair from your face.
“But I know you like this film, so I thought we could watch it together.”
“Sweetheart, you've had your face hidden in my shirt for almost the past hour, it's okay if you're scared, I'm not going to be mad at you.”
“I'm sorry Teddie, I just really don't like scary films.”
“Come on, nothing’s going to hurt you, not whilst Teddie’s around.” Eddie says, flicking the tv off and throwing the blankets off your bodies before taking your hand in his. “How about we head off to bed, where we can snuggled up and I can keep you safe in my arms.”
Cuddled into Eddie’s chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively, you feel his lips softly kiss the crown of your head. It’s safe, it’s comforting, it’s everything that you need right now, but somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.
Eddie feels you squirming in his hold and so he rubs his hand up and down your back in his best attempt to ease you.
“What’s going on with you, huh? You’re still scared about that movie?”
Wordlessly you nod your head, feeling so stupid for letting a fictional murderer frighten you like this.
“You know I’m not going to let anything happen to you right? I’d fight Michael Myers a hundred times over if it meant keeping you safe.”
“Just want to be close to you tonight.” you say softly, as you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes.
“Yeah? You mean close to you like this?” he says softly as his hands began to wander underneath your oversized sleep-shirt. Underneath your shirt where your skin is soft to his touch. Soft and warm, and the sweet scent of your coconut body wash still lingers on your skin.
“Wanna feel you, please..” You plead, your eyes almost sparkled in the cosily-lit bedroom.
As if he could ever say no to you.
Reaching down between your closely pressed bodies he stroked a hand over himself, already half-hard, because truly it didn't take much to get him excited. Everything about you drove him wild, and just the intimacy of getting hold you close in his arms stirred a growing heat in the pit of his stomach.
He works on taking his boxers off, whilst you work on sliding your panties down your legs and once there is nothing separating you from him he slides himself into you. Filling you slowly to just let you feel every inch of him. Eddie knew that you loved feeling him like this, loved the feel of him inside you. Two bodies moving together as one. Your leg hitched up around Eddie’s slim hips, with your heel pressing into his backside, urging him closer and closer to you.
“This what you wanted, Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice rasps out as his lips kiss just below your ear, finding that steadily racing pulse point in your neck. “Just wanted to be close to me, isn’t that right?”
You nod against Eddie’s chest, moaning softly when he shifted his hips ever so slightly.
Eddie manoeuvred around with you in his arms laying you down on the bed, caged safely underneath him.
“You're so beautiful.” He smiles, brushing a stray hair from your face, his deep brown eyes so entirely focused on you. You're the centre of his universe, there's not a moment that he's not thinking about you. And there's no place he'd rather be than right here with you.
Slowly he rolls his hips into you with deep, steady strokes. Drawing back just enough until his tip remains, before sliding himself home into your heat.
Your breath is stolen from your lungs every time Eddie fills you. Playing your body in the perfectly precise way that only he knew how.
Your nails leave little red half-moon crescents in the pale skin of his shoulders as you hold him close, for fear that if you didn’t you might float off into a universe. The calming warmth of Eddie’s skin on yours is the thing that always grounds you to reality. His touch feels like home.
His skilled fingers reach down between your closely pressed bodies to rub eager circles around your clit.
“Just want you to feel good, pretty girl.” his praises rumbled from the back of his throat, heavy with adoring desire.
Your quiet whines turn into breathy moans with every roll of his hips, whilst his deep groans of pleasure are muffled into kisses pressed to the column of your throat.
“I’m close, Teddie..” you manage to get out between unsteady breaths.
“I know, pretty girl, I got you.” he kisses your lips sweetly.
With a few more well-precisioned thrusts he takes you over the edge of pleasure, guiding you through your shuddering high.
And with you looking every inch the goddess of his dreams splayed out underneath him, squeezing him through your orgasm it didn’t take very much before Eddie was stilling his movements, spilling his release into you with a shuddering moan of his own.
He held himself on his forearms above you to brush a thumb over your flushed skin.
“I told you, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I’m going to keep you safe. Always.”
And you believed him. Because if it was one thing you knew with certainty, it was that Eddie Munson was a man of his word.
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@mrsjellymunson @eddiesxangel
@userchai @aphrogeneias @sidereustales
#Eddie Munson x reader#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson x female reader
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day 4 of @heartnosekid’s stimtober event!
theme: pumpkins and jack-o’-laterns
1 / 2 / 3 || 4 / 5 / 6 || 7 / 8 / 9
#stim#stimboard#heartnosehalloween#halloween#pumpkins#autumn#fall#orange#green#hands#sensory#food#cupcakes#cookies#glitter#plushies#satisfying#clay#stuffed animals#kinetic sand#drinks#nails#black#brown#white#halloweencore#spooky#fallcore#autumncore#toys
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