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Eddie x Chrissy - July 86, The Hideout, Tuesday night 🎸💋🔥

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@herotrope

#crrecvjnlflkfn #screaming #❛ 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝙀 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 dyn : herotrope .

herotrope . . . eddie munson.

eddie replays the sound she made just moments ago in his mind. her fingertips gently dig into his chest and he watches her intently. her pupils are wide, hiding a lot of the green in her eyes. and when she talks about how he makes her feel he can’t help but grin up at her. sometimes being with her still feels like a dream he might wake up from at any moment, but he does his best to push down those insecurities. he wants to be as present with her as possible. she’s easily one of the best things to ever happen to him and he still can’t believe she’s his.

he slowly pushes himself up onto his elbows, his gaze still fixed on hers. “when i look at you like what?” he teases in a low, husky voice that’s almost a whisper. her hand wanders from his chest to his belt buckle. the question sends an electric surge throughout his body, heat coiling low in his abdomen beneath the buckle she toys with. his pupils bleed into the dark brown of his irises. “he is.” his eyes momentarily break focus from hers and they wander her frame and the way his shirt hangs loosely but somehow still suits her.

he braces his hands against the mattress and begins to push himself up further, careful not to knock her off balance. “why do you ask, chrissy cunningham?” he steals a gaze at the hand still on his belt.

𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 to hide her face in his chest, her face burning pink. she whines softly, ❝ c’mon eddie, you know like what. ❞ like he wants to devour her and protect her all at once. it doesn’t help that eddie’s voice goes all raspy too, scratchy like he just woke up –– no, husky. yeah, that’s the perfect word. the sound of it ignites a trail of goosebumps up the length of her spine, all the way to the base of her neck, where her baby hairs stand to attention.

and then eddie is sitting up, just a little. enough for chrissy to have to tighten her legs around him. her hand hasn’t stilled its tracing of his belt buckle yet, but the fingers move now, drawing the leather through the loop under the pretense of absent-mindedness. she’s still learning to take, but shame runs deep and is so hard to unlearn. eddie, as always, helps. ❝ I was just wondering, ❞ she answers coyly, though she doesn’t entirely mean to be. but god, she wants to brave so bad and bold, like him, and so it’s not until she has both ends of his belt in either hand that chrissy bites her lip, sneaking a look from under her tousled hair down at eddie.

❝ I want to try to make you feel good this time. is that –– I mean, do you... um. do you want that too? ❞

#nsft #herotrope #❛ 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙐𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 threads .#❛ 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 verse one .

calzonekestis

nixphoto_ keeping us fed with Grace content

#so LOVELY #❛ 𝙐𝙋𝙏𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 vis .

herotrope . . . eddie munson.

this isn’t the first time eddie has looked up at chrissy cunningham, but these circumstances are very different than the last. the last time is barely a blip in his mind right now as he gazes up at her with nothing but adoration. she’s easily the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, even wearing not much more than a slightly oversized t-shirt. he catches the faint scent of her perfume and breathes it in. his fingertips gently press into her thighs.

“oh yeah?” he gets ready to make a playfully self-deprecating comment about her returning the compliment, but then she leans down and her lips touch his chest—just on the edge of his spider tattoo, below his collarbone—and he shuts up. the small, sweet kiss sets his heart racing. and much to his chagrin, she announces she can feel his heart beating. he moves his right hand and places one of hers against his chest so she can feel it better. “that’s all you.”

a racing heart isn’t an uncommon occurrence when he’s with her like this. “come here.” he guides her up to kiss his lips and moves his hand to the side of her face, his fingers disappearing between strands of strawberry blonde hair. his heartbeat continues to gallop as he deepens the kiss, his tongue running along her bottom lip. the hand still on her thigh travels up to her hip and he brushes his the pad of his thumb across the bone. he gently nips at her lip as he pulls away. “it’s ridiculous how easily you turn me on,” he says, his lips still hovering very close to hers.

𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 in being the one to make eddie feel this way. that racing of his heart is warm under her palm, and if she could, she’d bottle this feeling and sleep with it under her pillow for days when she can’t rest with her head on his chest. ❝ I’m not doing anything, ❞ chrissy protests weakly, smiling widely down at him. eddie is always so loud and funny and over-the-top, always exaggerating and stretching out the facts, but despite knowing all that, his words are still enough to alight something warm and golden in her chest.

and when eddie kisses her, it’s like pop rocks. fizzy and sweet and electric on her tongue, inviting her to take more... to taste more. she moans softly against his lips, forgetting everything and everyone beyond the feel of his mouth on hers. the hand spread on his chest trembles, fingers curling into skin gently in lieu of fabric. ❝ I could say the same to you, ❞ she breathes when they separate, chrissy’s green eyes blown wide and glassy as she peers down at him. ❝ you make me feel in ways I didn’t even think were real... ❞ chrissy had been attracted to jason, sure. but she’d never craved him. never lost her breath at the sight of him beneath her like this. ❝ ugh, eddie –– it’s so freaking hard to think when you look at me like that. ❞

the hand on his chest trails down, almost absentmindedly down to the belt around his waist, playing with the metal distractedly. ❝ is uh... your uncle working late tonight? ❞

#❛ 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙐𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 threads .#❛ 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 verse one .#nsft #ishhh #i luv them #herotrope

@herotrope said : ❝ you’re so goddamn sexy. ❞

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 that could get chrissy to stop blushing at every single thing eddie says to her –– and especially things that he says while she’s half-naked above him, dressed only his hellfire shirt and her panties, his fingers on her thighs and his eyes on hers. ❝ you’re sweet, ❞ she says, in a way that doesn’t imply deflection. it’s odd, but she feels sexy, though that word is still so new to her, like a tooth that hasn’t fully settled in quite yet. she’s learning what it means to be sexy –– not like the girls in magazines with their airbrushed faces and perfect skin –– but sexy in a way that doesn’t feel like being something she’s not. chrissy’s had enough of that for a lifetime.

it turns out sexy feels like comfort. like safety. she feels most attractive when she’s not thinking about what she looks like; not worried about who is looking at her, and what flaws they might see. and to be fair, it’s hard not to feel that way when chrissy has a boyfriend who gazes at her like she hung up the moon.

❝ you are too, ❞ she responds softly, leaning down to place a kiss to his chest, right over his gorgeous tattoo, where the spider’s legs meet its body. it should be creepy, after everything she’s been through, but the spider is just a reminder of everything they’ve been through. ❝ I can feel your heart beating... ❞

#herotrope #❛ 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙐𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 threads .#nsft #ish #❛ 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 verse one .

justanotherrpmeme

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“Can I touch you here?” “What should I wear?” “I want to try something new.” “Will you do it like this?” “Do you like this?” “If you want to touch, you have to ask.” “Touch me here.” “Would you like me to kiss you?” “I want to do this.” “What should I do next?” “Can you touch me here?” “I want you to do that.” “I want you to do this.” “What should I do?” “I’ll show you.” “How do I touch you?” “This is so hot.” “Do you like this?” “Tell me what you want.” “You’re so sexy.” “You should try that.” “Do you like this?” “What would you like me to do?” “Can I touch you here?” “Touch yourself for me.” “Would you like me to do this?” “Put your fingers here.” “I want you to bite me.” “Honey, you can do anything you want.”

#selective with these but !!!#❛ 𝙎𝙊 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝙍𝙔 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 prompts .

romanticprojections

#i fear ive big brained here #tbt #my older / alt fc #A BABE

herotrope . . . eddie munson.

cheertrope sent: werewolf chrissy baring her fangs at vampire eddie playfully thank u random ic asks / always accepting.

the wolf bears razor sharp teeth at him, but all he can do is smile. “i’m sorry.” he should probably at least go with the bit and pretend to be scared, but she’s adorable no matter what she does. he runs his tongue along his bottom lip and bears his own canines right back at her. “are you trying to fight? is that what’s happening?” he grins and reaches out to ruffle his hand atop her head. / @cheertrope

𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢, but she can roll her eyes, sending a houndish grin up at eddie. she lets out a playful bark before giving a shake of her auburn coat. for a moment, she allows herself a long stretch, claws extending before she stands up again on human legs. ❝ I was trying to bond, silly. you have fangs, I have fangs. well... kind of. ❞ she slings an arm around his waist, pulling herself closer to eddie. ❝ who said wolves and vampires couldn’t be friends? ❞

#❛ 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙐𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇 . . . 𓆩♡𓆪 threads .#tbt.#herotrope #i love them???