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i live a healthy, balanced life. i eat a bowl of ramen for breakfast, a microwaved burrito for dinner, and then at 2 am i devour an entire head of lettuce
#and baby. its 2 am#LETTUCE TIME!!!#its so fresh and crisp...#ohhhhh maybe ill get myself some ranch to dip it in....#the ideal evening is watching a sad show while doodling and lettucing#absolutely unprompted#my body: vegetable... please..... one vegetable#me: burrito?#my body: no.... vegetable...#me: uhhhh Soup?#my body: oh god im begging you... a vegetable...#me: ohhhhh i see. So Much Lettuce All At Once#my body - sobbing: what the fuck#FUCK IT WE BALL!!!!
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Contracted an incurable disease: finally getting into the stones
#what do you mean I have a favorite member#Charlie watts you will always be famous to me#soup stuff#my art#60s#british invasion#the rolling stones#rolling stones#mick jagger#keith richards#brian jones#charlie watts#uhhhh Ron is there for one image so#ronnie wood
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WHOO HOO first art post hello Sub Enjoyers
do we like the design yall
#🌗 ;; art tag#subzeroextabyte#HOW DO I TAG THIS????#uh.#old mcyt#mcyt#oh god no. i need to tag...#roblox#dont i?? ew....#anyways#is this team crafted adjacent?? yall remember him just being in the background of do not laugh??#im gonna tag#team crafted#you cant stop me#the pals#rip. oof#uhhhh#mellon_soup#mellon soup#base by: mellon_soup#art tag#the pals fanart#is that a tag?#idk
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trying to make a project moon sona again let's hope this doesn't backfire like the first time and result in Sundial 2 Electric Boogaloo
#soup jar. that's it. that's all i'm willing to say#should i maintag this#eh.#is there a less main tag uhhhh#project moon oc#there#should suffice#watch as this one also spirals horribly into something entirely removed from Me But In Projmoon Hell With Altered Lore as per usual#i have no control over my sonas lmao last time i attempted it turned into a whole faction and spread onto the lore of my other ocs#truly‚ the horrors#slash affectionate
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me @ me: do not think the thoughts of wanting to move blogs again
#⸻ ❛ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰 » ooc.#// the tags are just my brain soup you can ignore them#// idk i want to make my blog more private somehow someway. like with people that genuinely do want to interact with my blog yknow.#// NOT SAYING THAT EVERYONE HERE DOESN'T WANT TO. i get that people are shy and stuff because damn same me too yall me too#// but i have a LOT of followers and only have so many blogs that actually reach out for interactions#// and shit i know im slow and maybe that's the issue but#// where am i going with this.#// uhhhh iDK THE VIBES AREN'T VIBING PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS LIKE THIS#// please if you were scared to reach out for interactions. don't be. im literally the stupidest person you'll meet#// hHHHHHH I'LL JUST . DELETE THIS POST IN A BIT#// pls don't take this as me being all vague or venting either im just KSDFHGDJFSD talking#// does anyone get me here or am i just making no fucking sense again
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stumbling back into the google doc already covered in last nights blood. i woke up with the worlds worst headache bc i stayed up so late. god damn it i will finish this today
#.txt#IM LIKE TWO PARAGRAPHS + EDITS + START AND END NOTES + POST AWAYYYYY#chickpea soup and tolkien gateway save me#wait i also have to add the DAMN CAPITAL LETTERS. uhhhh. oops
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SOUP-ER BOWL ROUND 10
FROM THE FOOD THAT MANKIND COULD EAT THREE MEALS A DAY, FRIED, SAUTEED, BAKED, AND NOW AS A SOUP--COMBINED WITH THE LEEK, YOU DON'T EVER WANT THIS SOUP TO LEAK--IT'S POTATO LEEK SOUP!
(recipe: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/25708/potato-leek-soup-iii/
image credit: skinnytaste.com)
FROM A FRUIT CONSIDERED TO BE FILLED WITH NUTRIENTS TO THE POINT THEY COULD HELP THE DEAD TO THE AFTERLIFE BY NATIVE AMERICANS AND EQUALLY AS VERSATILE AS THE POTATO, PLEASE WELCOME BUTTERNUT SQAUSH SOUP!!
(recipe: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/12974/butternut-squash-soup/
image credit: aberdeenskitchen.com)
#i got the stuff on squash from wikipedia so dont @ me#im not putting THAT much effort into the research for 32 soups bro#also apparently pumpkin is a type of squash#so uhhhh#im not getting into that bro#i just took what yall suggested and put it in lol#also i have an ask somewhere that someone sent with a butternut squash soup recipe#still need to try it#soup#souper bowl#soup-er bowl#tumblr polls#polls
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Butterfly Soup (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Akarsha/Noelle (Butterfly Soup), Akarsha & Noelle (Butterfly Soup) Characters: Akarsha (Butterfly Soup), Noelle (Butterfly Soup) Additional Tags: they kiss, also like a little bit of angst maybe at the beginning, but it won't make you sad, promise! Summary:
What does it feel like to be loved?
She doesn’t have an answer, only being used to rejection all of these years. Will she ever know? She doubts it. There’s no way anyone would love her, right? The girl she’s currently crushing on is… clearly not into her. Right?.
What does it feel like to be BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP!
What kind of question is that?
What BEEEEEP!
#hey guys#so uhhhh#been a while but#here's a fic again#sorry#also sorry that it might be a bit messy#but yeah! here it is#fanfic#butterfly soup#ppkm#idk why i just thought the idea of noelle liking EVA was funny to me
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Summer Aesthetics
Gyro
Road trips, beach days, sprawling out in a hammock. The smell of cut grass. Windows and doors cracked to let the air in. Popsicles and watermelon slices and neighborhood cookouts. Fireworks in the park. Back to school sales. Americana.
Starchy
Hot, dusty roads. Running barefoot in the fields. Fireflies drifting lazily by as the moon rises. Cutting out of work early to enjoy the sunshine. Festivals and carnivals and county fairs. Anticipation of the upcoming harvest.
Sawyer
Hazy, muggy afternoons. Loitering with your friends. Gas station treats. Arcades. Underpasses. Music festivals. Riding your bike to the pond. Stargazing from the roof of your car. Wishing you still got summer vacations.
Three Meat
Blazing sun, burning sands, vast mesas and plateaus. The contrarian chill of the desert night. Tropical forests and coasts. Teeming life. Busy markets-- dangerous markets. Nightlife. Feeling the pulse of the universe as it thrives around you.
Gourdon
Oppressive humidity. Buzzing insects. Sunshowers. Traveling circuses. Days stretching on and on, feeling sometimes limitless, sometimes tedious. Bubbles drifting on the wind. Creatures lurking deep in the ocean. The promise of adventure... for better or for worse.
#Soup to Go; Queue#yeah idk what came over me but I had to write this all out#uhhhh new dash game I guess what are your muse(s)'s summer aesthetics?#A Full Pot; Everybody#A Dash of This; Dash Games#Organized Chaos; Gyro Aesthetic#Fractured Fairytales; Starchy Aesthetic#Down in the Underground; Sawyer Aesthetic#Reality is Strange; Three Meat Aesthetic#Lethal Whimsy; Gourdon Aesthetic
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Can’t tell if I actually genuinely think this job interview tomorrow is a bad idea, or I’m just trying to convince myself it is because I don’t want to do it
#it’s an online interview so i think cancelling wouldn’t be too much of a dick move because presumably this person is interviewing all day#but i’ve already told people about it so they’ll be like ‘hey how did the interview go :)’ and i don’t want to say i cancelled it#but. look this place gives me bad vibes#the business isn’t even open yet so i’ll be one of the first staff hired and chances are i’ll be hauling stuff all over the place#and helping set up. and that just sounds annoying and difficult#plus i thought it was just retail but i looked it up and they have a bar??? which means they probably saw my bartending & barista experience#and that’s why they want me. these people are not going to let me sit down and uhhhh i have an arthritic knee. i need to sit down#also the employment satisfaction reviews are really terrible#i’m talking like; people mentioning they were getting abuse from customers and still weren’t allowed to ban them#but comparable businesses would absolutely ban those type of customers on the first instance#at this place they just let them stay though and you have to serve them even if they’re clearly abusive and not in their right mind#i also saw that you get asked complex mathematical questions in the interview and listen. my brain is mostly fog right now#every single one of my prescription meds is clashing with one of the others and making me sleep 10 hours a day#and my brain feels like a tired soup even if i have slept 10 hours#(or 9. or 8. or 7. it’s basically a 24/7 thing)#suffice to say i don’t think i’m going to be doing fucking mathematics#also it’s a teams interview and i hate them. although it is kind of nice to not have to take the train for half an hour just to be rejected#OH THAT’S THE OTHER THING. they open at 8:30 and it takes me half an hour to get there#so if they want me in right at opening i still need to get a bus at like 7:50. but more likely it’ll be way earlier than that#soooooo it’s not actually much better than my previous job where i was getting up at 6 to get a train at 7:10 to get to college at 8#to sit around for an hour or more waiting for class to start. 🧐#i know i live out in the back of the back of beyond and i will therefore have some stupid commutes. but come ON#and if i work the closing shift instead there literally isn’t a bus late enough to facilitate that for me. they stop at 8pm. when will i win#i’m just going to send an email cancelling it even though it’s the middle of the night and then i’m going to withdraw my interest on indeed#and then i’m going to bed#and if anyone asks; they made me do maths in the interview so i burst into tears and started eating the drywall#personal
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if I have to write one more paper about mollusks I am going to cause problems loudly
#biology professors and mollusks are like#uhhhh soup and bread on god#like LET ME BE PLEASE NO MORE SNAILS I GET IT THEY TWIST THEIR WHOLE BODY IT'S VERY METAL
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Badly articulated thought incoming but there's something so real about the way that Gilmore Girls represents the discrepancy between how you view your parents and how your child views them.
Particularly in the earlier seasons, it feels accurate to the Experience of the complexities of generational trauma, particularly with the whole class aspect mixed in
#mushroom soup posting#gilmore girls#I'm sure people have articulated this better than me somewhere#But my own personal experience of having grandparents who were uhhhh not great to my mum but lovely to me#Feels very reflected in how they show the relationships on Gg
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Sometimes to heal my soul I listen to Neil’s version of Oh Clementine and then enter a fugue state in his honor
#most of these are simple sketches so sorry about the quality. womp womp.#shout out Neil love me some Neil#soup stuff#my art#neil young#uhhhh Crosby is in the comic so#david crosby#also like Bob and George are here but like meh
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working on a twst page redraw.... epel & leona will not leave my head i think theyre so funny
#like im not even really that invested in them romantically#theyre not my typical go-to trope#i just think its 10x funnier if their relationship Did have a romantic aspect. epel having a crush on a guy 4-5 years older than him#based on nothing but the fact that hes masculine and epel is trans and struggling to cope with being a chronic pretty boy#maybe leona would humor it at first and like Ok pal if you rlly want me to help you be masc you have to get me uhhhh a big bowl o' soup#and he just makes epel do his chores or some shit#and epel catches on but goes with it anyway bc any time spent with leona is time he can spend studying his mannerisms#leona x epel#epeleo#rambling gambling
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I feel ILY shifting back into its spot in my ever-rotating wheel of hyperfixations am I gonna bang out 5 different posts in one week because I can't stop the brainrot again??? We'll see!!!!!!!! Rotating them around in my mind like rotisserie chickens I just think they're really neat :)
#ILY Brainrot#i feel it lmaoooooooo#like clearly i think about ily uhhhh a Lot#but this feels so much like the month after surgery where i laid in bed fervently rereading and digging into theories#the thoughts are just ricocheting everywhere and flying around aaaaaahhhhhhhh#i will lasso you thoughts!!!!!!#i will strap you down!!!!!!!!!#i won't let you escape me this time!#i will never shut up!!!!!!!!#but for now I'm gonna see if i can sleep off this migraine so i can make myself well deserved soup
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still frames - bestfriend! e.m. x fem! reader
author’s note: reminiscing about the friend I had in high school, the one who I’d create playlists with and who’d call to play his guitar for me every night. and you can’t tell me that Eddie isn’t the same type of dude. the sweet bits are based on the reminiscing. the rest is pure fiction with our favorite goof. anyways, enjoy!🧡
w/c: 5k
warnings: angst, pining, smut (oral - reader receiving, protected p in v), spanking, teasing, uhhhh let me know if I forgot anything
‼️ THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI ‼️
Raindrops race down your living room window in lines, and you watch them from your spot on the floor. It’s fall, and the lush greens of summer have begun to change color; their leaves now varying hues of orange and yellow. They create a coziness in your apartment, a warmth that feels like it envelops you and is amplified by the scent of your favorite candle; crisp apple, nectar, and warm clove spice fill your lungs with each breath you take.
Eddie lays beside you on his stomach, focusing on his phone and the playlist you created for him.
The playlists were a tradition since middle-school, a way to introduce each other to a new sound or a band the other might not have heard of. For some time, though, you’d been using it to send cryptic messages, and he hadn’t caught on.
Your crush on Eddie came suddenly but was felt all at once.
It was a spring morning nearly two years ago, and you’d laid dying in bed, except not really. You just had the flu, but you felt close to death and had texted him as much.
Eddie: what do you need?
You: hit me with your van, stab me in the face…please end my suffering.
He, of course, didn’t grant your wish, but he’d shown up at your apartment after work with a grocery bag full of supplies. Eddie was still wearing his navy coveralls covered in oil and smelled like grease. From what you could smell, anyway. You could barely breathe through your nose.
“I got you theraflu tea, and I don’t want to hear you complain about the taste. You just need to drink it,” he scolded before you could even complain.
Your jaw snapped shut.
“Also got your favorite soup, four cans,” he held his fingers up, “orange juice, Vicks, popsicles in case your throat hurts, those saltines you like, and,” he turned, “I brought Scream for us to watch since I know it’s your favorite.”
It hit you like a ton of bricks, made your heart stutter, and nearly stop.
It was the way he was smiling, the familiar excited gleam in his eye as he looked at you. It was the fact that he’d shown up after a twelve-hour shift with all your favorite sick foods in tow.
Your eyes traced over his face like you were seeing him for the first time. The sharp edge of his jaw, the plump of his lips, the freckles that dotted the slope of his nose, and when did Eddie become so beautiful?
You’d tried blaming it on the fact that less oxygen was getting to your brain and a virus was wrecking your immune system, but now you didn’t have the same excuse. Now you couldn’t look at Eddie without noticing the pinks of his cheeks or the different smiles he had. Couldn’t be around him without yearning to hug him or hold him in a way that didn’t scream just friends.
The past year and a half had been overwhelming, the yearning making you feel hollow. Like if you didn’t say something, it would continue to eat you alive, but telling him ran the risk of ruining the friendship and that was a fate worse than being alone.
You glance over to the playlist he’s listening to, at the song playing, and clench your eyes shut.
Despite the music in your ears, you can hear the song reverberating off the walls of your skull. The one you heard that made you think of him. It plays in your head, having memorized every lyric and the way the singer’s voice influxes with certain words.
Bet you never knew it
Think you’d suit me just fine
And you know he’ll never get it, never know you’re hopelessly in love with him.
You close your eyes and focus on the song, one he chose specifically for you.
Good Riddance plays soft, a break from the heavy metal he always added but not a song you hadn’t heard before. It brings a sense of nostalgia in the form of a lump in your throat, and you swallow hard, images of high school flashing through your mind like a retro view-master. It feels like yesterday and another lifetime all at once. The plays you were in, the various games you cheered at, going to Corroded Coffin’s shows, staying over at Eddie’s house, the first time he’d convinced you to join a campaign…the face of “I told you so” when you told him you had actually enjoyed it.
Eddie pulls the earbud from your ear, auburn hair tickling you where it meets your bare shoulder and interrupting your reminiscing. You turn to him, curious eyes meeting his steady gaze.
“What is it?” you question with a quirk of your brow, unable to decipher the expression that colored his features.
“Curious choice of songs here,” his voice carries a teasing lilt as he turns onto his side, facing you.
You could feel his gaze on you, searching your features for the answer to a question he hadn’t asked yet.
“How do you figure?” you turn, matching his pose, and rest your chin on your palm.
Eddie thought for a moment, his eyes turning up and to the left as he searched for the words.
He looks handsome as ever, pale skin glowing from the light of your candle. Cinnamon eyes lit with a hint of mischief and something you couldn’t name.
His eyes shift down and meet yours, a broad dimpled smile slotting into place.
“Something tells me you have a crush on someone,” and your heart practically drops into your ass at his words.
“A crush?” You ask, half-laughing at his accusation in an attempt not to vomit.
“Oh, don’t play coy. Every song on here drones on about love,” he points to his phone, his eyebrows pushed into his bangs.
“They’re just good songs, Edward,” you shove his head and lay flat on your back, but he follows your movements, hovering over you. Close enough that you can smell the spearmint of his gum and the cologne he wears; musk and smoked suede. It makes your mouth water, his proximity making your heart lurch in your ribcage.
“I never said they weren’t good, Princess.”
Your hand reaches out to push his face away at the nickname, but he catches your wrist in his grasp, a cocky smile spreading wide on his lips.
“What happened to us not questioning the playlist, Munson? Isn’t that rule number one since day one?” You attempt to fight your wrist out of his grasp, but it remains firm.
“Let go,” you grumble, and he shakes his head.
“Not until you tell me,” he counters.
“Tell you what?” you stop fighting, and your arm falls back near your head, his fingers still wrapped around it as though he were pinning you there.
“Who is it?” he shrugs, but you don’t miss how his adam’s apple bobs as he asks.
You wonder if Eddie can hear how your heart hammers, your senses overwhelmed by his sudden inquisition.
“There isn’t anyone,” but your gaze turns from him, and he knows you’re lying.
“Not good enough,” he shakes his head.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I need to know,” you look back at him. The need you’d felt for the past year reflected in his gaze.
Time slows.
“Why?” your voice is softer, barely above a whisper. Breath held as you wait for his answer.
He lets go of your wrist and settles back at your side, reaching for his phone as you watch him. The anticipation of his response pushing you closer to cardiac arrest.
Eddie pulls out your other earbud and places one of his own in your ear.
I Want You plays, and you recognize the familiar sound of Mitski’s voice. One that is full of yearning and a palpable sorrow. You look at him with a curious upturn of your brow, a silent question, and he turns the screen of his phone towards you.
It’s a new playlist, one you hadn’t seen, and it bears a simple title: your name.
A million thoughts race through your head, but you can’t find the words or the right question.
“Mitski?” You decide to tease, your cheeks warm as the feelings rush through you. The realization that maybe, just maybe, he loved you too.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, but it’s full of affection, and his face leans closer—his gaze darts between your eyes and the swell of your lips.
Your mouth parts in anticipation, eyes fluttering shut as your head lifts to meet him halfway.
A small gasp escapes your lips at the first contact, his lips softer than you’d ever imagined. Slotting perfectly together with yours. He tasted like the gum he chewed and the soda he’d had; sweeter than you thought he’d be.
Eddie’s hand cups your face, gently holding your jaw as his thumb rubs the apple of your cheek. Holding you almost reverently.
The kiss deepens as he pulls you on top of him, his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your tongue swipes against his in response, and you swallow the moan he feeds you - fingers tangling in the fabric of his black t-shirt as he holds you to him.
His large hand wanders down your back and over the curve of your ass, gripping the dough of it. You can’t help the circle of your hips as you grind against his thigh. Chasing the friction you so desperately need.
Your lungs begin to ache as the kiss deepens, desperate for oxygen but more so for his touch, and you roll over, pulling his weight on top of you. Enjoying the feel of his body pressed into yours, and his knee slotted between your legs.
Eddie pulls away, taking a deep breath to fill his burning lungs, and you chase his fleeting lips - eyes still closed. He chuckles, rubbing your cheek affectionately - memorizing the softness of your skin and the warmth of your body underneath him.
You breathe in deeply, gaze finally meeting his, and the first thing you notice is the flush of his cheeks. Then the way his brown eyes are almost obsidian; darkened with need. His nose brushes yours as he leans in for another kiss, just as soft as the first but quick so he can look at you again.
“Are you finally going to tell me who it is?” He questions, lips hovering over your jaw, and you can barely breathe. Anticipating his touch.
You shrug your shoulder, not ready to admit to defeat.
“Couldn’t tell you, just some guy,” you play with the collar of his shirt, acting aloof.
“Just some guy,” he repeats with a shake of his head, pressing a kiss to the space between your jaw and your ear.
Your breath comes out shaky, and you can only nod.
“Was hoping it was me, Princess,” he kisses down your neck causing goosebumps to sprout along your arms.
His lips press against the skin of your shoulder, pushing at the strap of your dress with his mouth to nudge it out of the way.
The curve of his lips is a whisper above your skin, his head dipping down and tracing the tops of your breasts. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel his mouth over every inch of your body.
He stops abruptly, his head lifting back to hover over yours with a mocking grin. Enjoying how he already affects you, the way you whine when you don’t get what you want.
“As if you don’t know the answer,” you gruff, and he leans in, shaking his head.
“I want to hear you say it,” he whispers, face inches from yours—a dare.
The stubborn part of you wants to deny it, wants to keep the secret close in case this was all in jest, but there’s another part that yearns to hear him say it too. To hear him say it back. For it to be more than a private playlist with your name attached.
“It’s you,” and you almost want to disappear. To sink into the floor or to be swallowed whole. Despite the kiss, despite the way his body presses closer to yours when he finally hears you say the quiet part out loud. Saying it out loud made it real, the threat of losing him as a friend more imminent.
But his mouth is back on yours, more fervent than before. His hand traces up your thigh and grips the soft flesh. Pressing himself against you.
You kiss him back with just as much need, an eager hand pushing at the hem of his shirt until you feel his skin. The curve of your nails drags lightly down his abdomen, stopping just above his belt. Enjoying the way the coarse hairs that lead into his pants feels against your fingers. Your other hand curls in his hair, holding his face to yours.
Eddie shudders at the sensation, a small gasp spilling from his lips as they leave yours. You look at him through hooded eyes, a slight grin slotting into place when you notice his flushed cheeks and hair slightly disheveled.
Energy thrums through you, making your heart pound. God, you want to make him gasp like that again.
“Was that so hard?” He questions, his expression a little cocky despite his breathlessness, and if you weren’t so eager to kiss him again you might just push his face from yours.
“Shut up,” you say affectionately and kiss him again.
Soft, sweet. Relishing in the feel of his lips until it isn’t enough. Until the carnal hunger can’t be ignored.
Your tongue swipes against his lower lip, and you suck it between your own. Swallowing his low moan. The palm of your hand trails lower, small fingers wrapping around his handcuff belt. Breath caught in your throat until it makes your lungs burn, and you pull away.
Eddie watches you, your slow, languid movements causing him to hold his breath in anticipation. His long, callused fingers push up, up, up until you feel them beneath your panties, matching your pace, creating a line of fire wherever they meet your skin.
His belt falls open with a rumble of metal, and he presses his forehead to yours; hand gripping your ass, fingers spreading you apart, and edging closer to your center.
Your palm rubs against his coarse pubic hairs as you slide your hand further into his boxers, a small gasp escaping your lips when your fingers rub against the warm length of his arousal. Eddie is bigger than you had imagined, and you’d spent plenty of time picturing him while in bed. Legs spread and fingers working you over the edge. But this is better than a daydream.
His cock jumps against your palm as you wrap your fingers along his shaft, exploring the soft skin and the thick vein that lines his length. Your thumb brushes against his tip, collecting the pre-cum that leaks from it.
Dark eyes watch as you remove your hand and bring your thumb to your mouth, tongue swirling against your digit before sucking it clean.
A groan escapes Eddie’s lips, his jaw slack. Eyes hooded with need.
His next movements are fast, quicker than your mind can keep up with.
He flips you onto your stomach, mouth racing down your back eagerly; needy hands pushing the fabric of your dress up until your ass is exposed.
“This okay,” he questions, fingers hooked on the lace of your panties, and you whine, ass wiggling eagerly beneath him in response. He slaps the fat of it, a cocky laugh falling from his lips, but he wastes no time.
Eddie tosses your panties over his head absently; gaze focused on the swell of your butt. He hooks an arm around your waist and drags you up on all fours until you’re bared to him. His hands are on your ass like an anchor as he dips his head closer.
The scruff of his beard scrapes against your soft skin, his warm breath felt against your spine. Each kiss is slow and deliberate, felt in your core as his lips trail down the small of your back and over the valley of your ass. He grips your cheeks and spreads them, revealing the rim of your ass and your glistening cunt.
“So fucking pretty,” and he practically whimpers at the sight, grabbing his cock to adjust the strain against his jeans.
He traces his middle finger over your slit and to your bundle of nerves, creating a circle around the bud; a sensation that makes your hips jolt, a soft moan escaping your lips.
You breathe in sharply when you feel the nudge of his nose against your sex, his tongue swiping along your folds. Savoring the way you taste.
He teases you, tongue flicking against your clit before swiping towards your aching center and stretching you over his tongue. A guttural moan escapes your lips, your nails digging into the plush of your carpet at the sensation.
Eddie buries his face deeper, pushing his tongue further into you with a groan that vibrates through you.
“Oh my god,” you keen, reaching behind and knotting your hands into his hair. You grind against his face, eyes rolling as his tongue darts in and out of your sopping cunt. Fingers pressing into your clit.
“Fuck,” he moans, voice gruff.
His tongue laps at your arousal, middle finger prodding your entrance. You release his head, bracing against the carpet. He stretches you inch by inch before adding another, his digits curling inside you. Slowly, he begins to pump them into you, hitting a spot that makes your breath catch in your throat. You clench around him, the orgasm already building.
“Eddie,” you whine, spurring his movements to quicken. For his mouth to wrap around your clit and flick his tongue against it, eager for you to come undone.
You ride his fingers, desperate for the release and out of your mind with need. Body humming, warmed over from the intensity of your arousal.
“Gonna come for me, Princess?”
You nod your head, pushing your pussy back against him. Desperate for his tongue on your sensitive bud.
“S-so close,” you stammer.
Every muscle in your body tenses, and you bury your face in the carpet as the feeling crashes over you. For a moment, you can’t breathe. The moan trapped in your throat and eyes clenched shut until, finally, your center unfurls.
Your cunt flutters around Eddie’s fingers, and you moan his name as your legs begin to shake, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to pump his fingers into you, groaning at the noise it makes and the way your pussy grips him. His tongue flicks wildly against your clit, eliciting a loud groan to escape from your lips. Your legs shake more intensely as tears spring to your eyes. Bordering overstimulation.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you beg, and suddenly, he pulls his fingers from you. Fat tongue dragging against your wet heat and savoring every drop of your essence.
He slaps your ass once. Twice. Leaving kisses where his hands were before and trailing them up your back, pushing the fabric of your dress up with him until he pushes it off entirely.
He’s bent over you, torso pressed to your back. Hard arousal pressed to your sopping center. Warm breath felt against your neck as he whispers.
“Sound so fucking pretty, want to hear you again. Want to watch you.”
He presses closer to you so you can feel just how badly he wants you, and you shudder. You match his movements, pushing your ass back against him, turning to watch the way his eyes close and his jaw clenches.
“Do you have a condom?” You whisper, and his eyes open abruptly, searching yours.
“Y-yeah,” he stammers, nodding his head late as though his body was just catching up with his thoughts.
But he doesn’t move, and it makes you feel shy. A little unsure of yourself. You squirm beneath him and flip over so that you’re face-to-face.
“We don’t have to,” you rub an absent hand against his face, trying not to think about the fact that you were mostly naked and he was hovering inches from you, fully clothed.
Eddie shakes his head and leans closer.
“I want to,” he says with more conviction and kisses your cheek, brushing his lips along your jaw.
“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to,” he whispers against your neck.
His tongue swipes along your neck and nips at your soft flesh. A free hand wanders down your side, creating goosebumps in their path.
“Have you thought of me?” You ask, dragging a hand down his sternum to the top of his still-open jeans. Your voice is teasing, heavy with a flirtation he’d never heard before, and he nods. No longer cocky, hovering above you but entirely at your mercy.
“What have you thought about?” You push your hand back into his boxers and begin to stroke him, jaw going slack as you watch his eyes flutter shut.
Eddie groans, the fingers at your side digging into your skin.
“Y-you in my bed,” he stammers, mind occupied by the feeling of your hand wrapped around his dick. Your grip tightens around him, your grasp firm as you pump his cock faster.
“Is that it?” You whisper against his mouth, nipping at the pout of his bottom lip. He follows your mouth as you pull away, and he shakes his head.
“Thought about how good you’d look as I fuck you,” his words are a little breathless, but they cause your thighs to clench.
The movement isn’t lost on him. It spurs him on, the familiar cocky grin slotting into place—a glint of mischief in his eye.
“You’ve thought of it too, haven’t you?” His nose brushes yours, lips hovering over your mouth as he waits for your response.
The shudder that runs through your body gives you away, and you nod. Hand still pumping his cock.
Eddie kisses you more tenderly than you expected. His lips soft against your own, relishing the feel of you.
“How often?” He questions, mouth still hovering over yours. Hand tracing down your thigh and up again.
You try to concentrate, hand still working him but your rhythm unsteady as you debate to tell him the truth.
“Every day,” you stroke him again, “sometimes twice a day.”
His mouth crashes against yours, all teeth and tongue. Your hand reaches from his boxers and begins to push at his jeans. He helps you, one hand next to your head, holding his weight above you, and the other helping push his jeans until he kicks them off. Eddie sits up and tugs off his shirt, revealing the expanse of his torso—the dark lines against his alabaster skin. You trace your fingertips over them, lips pressing against his chest as he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra. Eddie tosses the fabric aside, eyes fixated on the curve of your tits.
“Fucking hell,” his voice is low, appreciative, and he reaches out to trace his fingers along your newly exposed skin. Your back arches into his touch, watching his thumb roll against your nipple and pinch the sensitive flesh between his fingers. A moan falls from your lips, and your head rolls back, legs closing around him.
His head dips to your neck, and he kisses down your chest, over the slopes of your breasts.
Eddie’s tongue flicks and sucks, pulling your nipple between his teeth. One hand gripping your hip and leading you back down until you’re lying beneath him.
He reaches for his jeans and grabs his wallet, pulling a condom out.
You stop him before he can unwrap it, “Wait.”
“Are you okay?” He stops and watches you with worry.
“Can we,” you pause, “can we go to my room? To the bed?”
“Afraid of a little carpet burn, Princess?” He teases, and you swat his bicep, pushing at his chest so you can move past him.
“Shut up, Munson,” you push his face, but he grabs your hand, standing and pulling you along with him.
You turn from him to walk to your room, and he slaps your ass, causing you to yelp as you run away from him, your giggles filling the apartment. Eddie chases you, hand reaching out to slap your butt cheeks every so often until you reach the room and suddenly turn to face him.
His chest crashes against yours, and your chuckle dies when you look at him again. The desire in his eyes, the blush that’d crept into his cheeks, and the state of his hair. You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him as he leads you to the bed.
Your back plops against the soft mattress, and he drags your ass to the edge, legs spread wide for him.
He unwraps the condom and rolls the rubber down his shaft, one thumb drawing circles against your clit. Gathering your slick.
You pant as he works you up, whining when he stops, only to jolt when his wrapped length rubs against your slick folds. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as he inches into you, his eyebrows pushing together as your cunt wraps around his cock.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, gripping your hip with his free hand.
Eddie is a stretch, but the feel of him pushing into you is delicious - every inch making your toes curl.
“Oh,” you moan, and it’s all you can manage. Words turning to nonsense once he’s fully seated inside of you.
He leans down and kisses you, lips hard against yours as his hips roll into you. His rhythm starts slow, pumping into you at a languid pace. Savoring the way you feel, the way your moans sound, and your naked chest feels pressed to his.
His movements quicken, the snap of his hips growing louder as he juts into you. You pull away from his lips and dig your nails into his bicep. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes focused on where your bodies are connected. Watching the way your pussy sucks him in, clenches perfecting around his shaft, and the image of you draws him closer to the edge.
Eddie pushes off the mattress, straightening your legs until they’re pressed against his torso, one foot resting on either side of his head. He has the perfect view of you; the bounce of your tits as he ruts into you, the way your mouth hangs open, and your eyes are entirely focused on him.
He pounds his dick into you, one hand moving between your legs and drawing circles against your bud.
“Eddie, ahh, oh fuck-” you grip his forearm as he continues to thrust every inch of his cock in and out of your sensitive cunt.
“You like that, baby?” and you nod.
“Say it,” he groans, hips stuttering as he nears his pinnacle.
“Feel so good, Eddie,” you moan, and the way you say his name makes him clench his jaw. Trying his best to maintain composure until you come.
“Going to come for me, sweetheart?” and it sounds like a demand. Your nails dig into his skin as you nod.
Your eyes trace down his body, watching the movement of his hips and the way your ass reverberates with each movement. The image of him, the erotic sound of skin on skin, bringing you closer.
“Please,” you beg, back arching off the bed as you get closer. The rubber band at your center stretching thin and ready to snap.
Your legs fall from his shoulders and hook around his waist, pulling him closer. Deeper. Exactly where you need him. The tip of his cock nudges your spongy center, the orgasm building with each rock of his hips until it’s enough.
His name is on your lips like a prayer, vision white as the intensity of the orgasm pulses through you.
“Baby,” he groans, the grip your pussy has on him causing his hips to stutter and the muscles in his abdomen to tighten as he reaches his peak. His hands grip your thighs, his dick twitching inside you as he spills into the condom.
You come down for your orgasm and watch him through hooded eyes—the flush of his pale skin, the sharp edge of his jaw.
So fucking pretty.
He releases his grip on your thighs and slowly inches out of you.
You whine at the loss, already needy for more, and he gives you a cocky smirk. Eddie presses a quick kiss to your lips before disappearing down the hall, and you listen as the faucet squeaks, then off before he returns.
He approaches you with a warm washcloth, and wipes your center before discarding it into your nearby hamper.
You pull him forward, resting his weight against your body. For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. The only sound filling the room is your heavy breaths and the faint thrums of your hearts.
“That was-,” and he can’t finish the sentence. Unable to find the right string of words.
Eddie pushes his weight off you, balancing on his hands and meeting your gaze. He leans closer, his nose tracing yours, and he kisses you softly—a hum vibrating against your lips when he releases your mouth.
“Decent,” you shrug and roll your eyes affectionately. Falling into your usual teasing.
“That was some of my best work, babe,” he gasps, feigning shock. Hand to his chest as he stands straight.
Your heart skips at the nickname, but you try to hide it. Babe.
“Guess you’ll have to show me again,” you shrug and push yourself further onto the bed.
Eddie raises a devious brow and follows your movements, his body inching forward as yours inches back.
“I can show you again,” he kisses you, “and again,” he kisses you once more, “as many times as it takes to convince you,” he promises.
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