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I’m K, 30+
All good vibes here, my only rules are:
Absolutely NO MINORS 🔞
and NO ASSHOLES ✌🏻
Be careful of the double-speak in the Update Post.
Staff has officially posted an update regarding the reblog decoupling, and while they are reversing the change for now, we need to look closely at the language they are using. This is a classic example of corporate "double speak" designed to de-escalate a PR crisis while keeping the door open for the same harmful features later.
The Post: Reblog Update: We’re Reversing the Change
The Red Flag:
"We still believe there's a better version of how reblogs can work. One that gives every voice in a chain the credit it deserves. But we want to get there with you."
The Breakdown: When they say they want to give every voice the credit it deserves, they are still justifying the decoupling of notes. They are framing the destruction of the original creator's attribution as a feature for the rebloggers or the loss of community. Their goal hasn't changed. They just realized their current execution was a technical and social disaster.
They also mention working "directly with some of you." This often means selecting a small, curated group of "power users" who may not prioritize the accessibility or safety needs that we have been fighting for.
Viral Hell & The Power of the Call to Arms
To my friends and followers: my condolences for going viral are accepted. I love you. Let’s look at the numbers. My original post on this has cleared 24,000 notes. This is exactly why a Call to Arms was necessary. When we first saw the decoupling, we saw the immediate theft of credit.
In my case, over 10,000 notes were stolen or hidden by the uncoupling before I even realized the extent of the damage. This isn't just a UI preference. It is the systematic erasing of a creator’s reach and legacy.
Why we cannot stop now:
Staff’s reversal is a tactical retreat, not a surrender. Their language proves they still intend to push for a version of decoupling in the future. We forced their hand because:
The volume of feedback was undeniable. 24k notes on a single advocacy post is a massive indicator of user dissatisfaction.
Emails and Support Tickets work. They specifically cited emails as a reason for the reversal.
Public pressure creates friction. By making this a PR nightmare on Bluesky and X, we made the cost of the update too high for them to maintain.
The Mission Moving Forward:
We have won the first battle, but the Double Speak in their post tells us the war isn't over. They are going to try to rebrand a change like this in a few weeks or months.
Keep the pressure on: Continue to reblog your concerns when they surface.
Stay Vocal: They are betting on us getting tired and going back to business as usual. We need to show them that our safety and our creative credit are non-negotiable. Continue to voice concerns when they surface.
We’ve seen that we can move the needle. Let's make sure they don't try to move it back when they think we aren't looking.
Actor and Director Rob Reiner... Rest In Peace
March 6, 1947 - December 14, 2025
Faint Of Heart (Part 7)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Word count: 2.8k
Summary: You don’t know his name, but Eddie becomes a regular at your diner. Scared you’ll run like everyone else, he can’t bring himself to tell you how he feels, until…
Warnings: 18+ ONLY 🔞 Absolutely no minors! Mild smut, some angst. Nothing too heavy.
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A/N: I’m the world’s slowest writer - forever sorry 🙈 - but I need to get this story finished soon, Eddie and Sugar deserve their ending! This chapter is dedicated with my unending love to the wonderful @joesquinns as an extremely belated birthday offering. Thanks for being such an amazing person, I am so, so grateful for you 💛
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You know Clyde doubts the legitimacy of your all too frequent ‘cigarette breaks’, but when you’re straddling Eddie’s thighs like this in the front of his van, you honestly can’t bring yourself to care. Tucked away in a sheltered corner of the parking lot, you let yourself enjoy the way he melts into the seat and invites your body weight against him.
Ice white highlights from the moon land like specks of glitter in his hair, your fingertips playfully trying to catch them as they bury themselves deep in Eddie’s curls. His lips dip to the curve of your neck, tasting the skin he’s spent his entire shift thinking unholy thoughts about, drawing out those frustrated, needy moans he so enjoys hearing.
Mumbling something incoherent against the ticklish spot behind your ear, Eddie looks up at you greedily when you arch backwards with a giggle, elbows propping yourself up on his dash with a breathless ‘huh?’
His lips shine like glacé cherries demanding to be nibbled, and you have to hold in the overwhelming urge to bite them, forcing your eyes back up to meet his gaze.
“I said hiding in a dark corner of the parking lot shouldn’t be so hot at our age”
A slow smile stretches the corners of your mouth at his words and you sit back up, skirt of your uniform bunching higher near your waist as you scoot closer to his body again.
“Hmm,” your head tilts “and yet…”
“And yet…”
Eddie agrees, finger tip tracing its way down your cheek until he has your chin cradled in the palm of his hand, thumb rubbing gently over your bottom lip. His eyes are transfixed as your tongue darts out to swipe over his calloused skin, Eddie’s own mouth falling open at the warm, wet sensation.
His eyes are a glassy black as he swallows thickly, pupils blown in lustful adoration as he glances up. Eddie’s arms shoot forward and you hear yourself gasp when his hands grip your hips, tugging you into his lap so tightly you’re left in absolutely no doubt as to exactly how hot he finds the whole situation.
“I could lose my job for this you know…” your words are murmured breathlessly as you fall forward against his mouth.
“For what?” Eddie replies softly, seemingly distracted as he runs a palm over your chest and squeezes through your uniform with an appreciative hum.
“…fornicating with the clientele on company time”
“Fornicating, huh?” He huffs out a little laugh that lands at your throat before running his tongue up the column of your neck. You keen forward and whine into his hair, arms wrapping snugly around his shoulders as Eddie starts to suckle your skin.
“Well w-what would you c-call it?”
“Just spending some quality time with my…”
Woah…
Eddie looks at you, big doe eyes full of adoration, soft smile pulling at his mouth.
“…my girl? Do you, I mean - can I call you that now?”
An entirely different kind of heat engulfs you, a kind that fills every empty space within your body with a warmth and fullness you’ve missed more than you ever realised.
“Please don’t ever stop calling me that” you whisper, thumbs tracing his dimples.
He pulls you close and promises he won’t, repeating it between the hungry kisses and hungrier grinding of his hips up into yours. Murmurs it into your ear while you balance on a knife edge of building pressure, toppling you into the heady abyss of white hot pleasure.
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Eddie reluctantly persuades you to return to the diner, as much as he loves having your body draped across him on the front seat. It’s a special form of torture that you two still haven’t been able to share the one thing you’re both desperate for.
Not that he’s not been enjoying the frantic make out sessions and dry humping like a teenager, or the spontaneous blow job you treated him to on your knees in the footwell, but for days on end he’s thought of nothing else but having you laid out bare beneath him, being so deep inside you that his mind goes blank - and quite frankly, it’s becoming a dangerous distraction.
Sliding his leather clad arm around your shoulders, Eddie kicks the door of his van closed behind him and accompanies you across the parking lot.
Your fingers are tucked into the belt loop of his black jeans, a heady laugh jostling your body into his at some ridiculous joke he’s just told you. He’s not even sure if he got the punchline right, but you don’t seem to care anyway, and somehow that makes it even funnier.
The joyful sound is cut short when you come to an abrupt stop next to him, Eddie stumbling at the unexpected recoil and sudden absence of your body.
“Woah, where’d you…go?”
Eddie spins to his left as he hears you take a sharp intake of breath, and watches you run the few steps over to the back of your car.
“Sugar? What’s wrong?”
He jogs over and catches the tail end of a string of curse words falling from your mouth while you crouch on the gravel. Glancing over your shoulder, he immediately sees why.
“Shit…”
The light may be dim at this time of day, but there’s no mistaking the extremely flat rear tire - or the ugly, jagged slash to the rubber that caused it: a purposeful open wound intended to be seen.
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Feeling his warm breath rush across the shell of your ear, you tuck yourself impossibly closer in his embrace. Eddie has expertly eased one hand between the open buttons of your uniform, the other making it’s way under the hem. You whimper at the tantalising stroke of calloused fingertips grazing the inside of your thigh. Your lips press into the dip of his throat, whole body shuddering when he groans at the sensation.
You are barely out of view, but the heavy cloak of lust has you firmly in its grip and each day that passes sees you becoming more reckless.
Eddie runs a thumb across your underwear in a way that has you mewling loudly between bites to the skin of his neck. He hisses at a particularly possessive nip.
Your hands stroke down his chest, the skin gloriously exposed as his shirt hangs open. You pause on his ribcage, enjoying the feel of his laboured breathing under your palms. He curses against your lips when you tease a fingertip over the outline of his desperate bulge.
“Fuck.” Eddie hisses “You really are trying to kill me, huh?”
You pop the button of his jeans and ease your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, mouth filling with saliva at the thought of what comes next - but the unwelcome slam of a door being thrown open round the corner has you breaking apart like teenagers caught in a tryst.
Clyde calls your name from inside the building, not seeing you both hidden behind the dumpsters. You stare at each other, chests heaving, lips swollen and pink.
Clyde yells your name a second time.
“I’m coming!”
“Well, one of us should…” Eddie huffs a frustrated laugh through his nose, head dropping back to the wooden fence panel he’s leaning against.
You slap his shoulder playfully, warmth blossoming under your ribcage at the way his eyes crinkle, face erupting into a big, toothy grin. Eddie catches you by the wrist, pressing his lips to your open palm and planting feathery kisses up the inside of your forearm.
Giggling, you squirm playfully in his grasp.
“Eddie, I really have to go…” your whispered protest is half hearted, fighting the urge to melt back into him as his mouth continues to travel up your arm, towards your neck.
As you take a step backwards, he whines petulantly, hooking fingers into the pockets of your uniform to keep you close.
“Got me out here all riled up like some horny teenager, y’know that?” Eddie growls against your jaw.
Stealing kisses on your break and being felt up outside work with no chance to follow up was driving you both insane. Ignoring the throbbing between your thighs was becoming a full time job.
“Well,” you purr “it sure is a good thing that I’ve got a free weekend coming up”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you…uh, wanna come over? I’ll cook you dinner and everything. You might even get dessert…”
His eyes go black and Eddie audibly groans at the idea.
You tug him forward by the collar to plant a lingering kiss full of promise to his mouth. There’s another call of your name from inside that has you making to move away. He moans his protestation at your departure.
“See you inside, Rockstar” you throw over your shoulder with a wink.
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“Listen, Eddie, if you want me to cut your hair you’re gonna have to sit still long enough for me to do it.” Robin hops impatiently from one foot to another “And yes, I know this coming from me is all levels of hypocritical but seriously, if you keep moving you’re gonna lose an eyebrow. Or an ear. Or worse.”
“Or worse?” He huffs and rolls his eyes, shifting again on the stool placed in the centre of Steve’s kitchen, channelling his nervous energy into bouncing his knee up and down instead.
“Yeah man,” Steve chimes in, can of Pringles attached to his hand “what’s the deal?”
“Nothing, it’s not a big deal, I just want to look a little more…presentable this weekend”
Robin pauses with scissors mid air and drops the tendril of hair that was about to meet its demise.
“Presentable?” Steve quirks a brow in question “The other week, you got burger sauce in your hair and when I pointed it out you told me you were ‘saving it for later’”
“Yeah, since when have you cared about your appearance?”
“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugs and ignores the narrowing of Robin’s eyes “since it matters…”
Glancing over the top of Eddie’s head, Robin meets Steve’s gaze with a knowing look.
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You wake up feeling on edge.
The dreams are back.
The ones where you’re stuck in a forest in the dead of night, desperate to get out. Where you feel like your legs are stuck in molasses, when all you want them to do is run. The ones where panic rises like bile from your stomach, a sinister laugh echoes through the trees and the ground shakes with heavy footsteps gaining on you from behind.
A long, hot shower and two bowls of your favourite sugary cereal help take the edge off your lingering unease, but you still triple check the locks before leaving. Outside, your eyes land on the new tire at the rear of your car and you’re reminded of the sickening sight of gaping, slashed rubber.
That unnerving feeling of being watched creeps up on you again, cold shiver running down your spine. Suddenly you have the urge to be anywhere else but your apartment block where every wall feels like it has eyes trained right at you. You’ll call Lisa later, see if you can crash at her place until tomorrow night.
Your mind still plays tricks on you sometimes. You are your own worst enemy in that regard.
Everything will feel better when Eddie comes home with you, everything always feels better when you’re with him. He makes you feel safe, and seen, and wanted…and you have absolutely no plans to let him out of your sight for the entire weekend.
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Admiring Robin’s handiwork in his rearview mirror, Eddie ruffles his hair and, with an appreciative nod, reaches over to grab the small bunch of wildflowers off the passenger seat.
Eddie spots you through the diner window, wiping down counters and refilling the condiments, heading in and out of the kitchen in a well practiced routine. He enters quietly and sneaks up behind you, throwing a mischievous wink at Old Ken when he passes the booth.
Tip-toeing forward and holding his breath, Eddie leans round your shoulders to present his gift. Before he has the chance to whisper ‘guess who?’ in your ear, he feels your whole body tense. In a split second, you swivel to the right, elbow landing a blow to his ribs that he only half manages to avoid.
Eddie’s yelp of pain mixes with your shriek of surprise.
“Oh my god! Eddie!” You reach for him immediately “Are you okay?!”
He groans while nodding, taking a deep breath as he straightens. You tug him by the elbow to sit on a stool and press an apologetic kiss to his cheek.
“I’m so sorry”
Eddie holds up the slightly battered flowers with a grimace “These are for you…”
You stroke a thumb across his cheek and take the offering gratefully, moving quickly to find an empty jug of water to place them in.
Something isn’t quite right though, Eddie notices, you keep glancing over his head towards the door every time the bell jingles. He spins, checking the diner in case someone has pissed you off, but sees the same few regulars as always.
His hands reach for you as you approach, and you let yourself be tugged into the spot between his knees, a thin smile plastered to your face that isn’t fooling him. Eddie curls a finger under your chin, tightening his arm around your waist so he can lay a gentle kiss to your lips.
He lets himself linger, feeling some of the tension in your muscles dissolve under his affection.
“You okay? Seem a little jumpy”
“I’m fine, just tired. Not sleeping so well right now…”
Your half-lie is almost convincing. Eddie pauses and sees the subtle twitch of your eyebrow, the pulse of your jaw. He can tell there’s more behind it, but senses not to push you. Instead, he defaults to trying to lighten the mood.
“Y’know,” his voice drops “I’ve heard there’s a really good remedy for helping people sleep that might help you”
There’s a glint in his eyes before he lowers his lips to leave a trail of chaste kisses to your neck. Leaning back, he catches the smile tugging the edges of your mouth.
“What d’ya say Sugar?” He whispers, bringing your knuckles to his lips “Gonna let Dr Munson here help you relax? He’ll treat you real good if you come with him to the restrooms…make you feel all better?”
You roll your eyes and snort on a small laugh, shoving him on the shoulder as you step away towards the side door.
“You sound like such a dork when you talk about yourself in the third person”
Eddie follows, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind, warm breath tickling the skin below your earlobe as he whines “But I thought you said dorkiness was your kryptonite?”
Twisting in his grip, you bite back a giggle at the way his bottom lip is pouting. He gives you his best puppy dog eyes and bestows an avalanche of kisses to your face out of view from the rest of the diner.
“Okay, okay!” You acquiesce, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him square on the mouth “Just give me five minutes - I have to empty the garbage cans”
“Can’t Clyde do it?” He grumbles
“Would you want to see the chef who’s about to cook your food putting garbage in the dumpster?”
“Excellent point”
With a glance over his shoulder, you run your fingers along the inside of the waistband on his jeans. Hearing the air leave his body with anticipation, you bite your lip and move to nudge the door open with your hip.
“You’re definitely still coming over tomorrow right?”
“Fuck yeah I am. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away, Sugar.”
Eddie pulls you back into another loaded kiss before you step outside, like he needs to give you a reason to come back. It’s all heat and desperation, and he groans as you nip his bottom lip when you finally break apart.
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After trudging back across the parking lot for the third time, you hurl the last garbage bag into the large dumpster and take a second to enjoy the stillness outside. Above you, it’s the clearest night you can remember for a while - stars glinting like jewels from where they hang above in a cloudless sky. It’s peaceful out here, you’re soothed by the quiet of the moment. Coupled with lingering scent of Eddie’s cologne on your skin, it’s the most at ease you’ve felt for days. Closing your eyes, you take in a lungful of the cool air and stand alone for a moment, letting the calmness envelop your body.
There’s a crunch of gravel somewhere behind you, and the air shifts. Your eyes fly open and even though you’re facing the other way, you immediately know it’s not the sound of Eddie’s heavy boots. Your stomach drops to the floor with a chilling realisation.
Fear prickles up your spine, frozen to the spot as his predatory gaze burns into the back of your head, hair standing on end as your blood runs cold. A blast of unwelcome breath hits the back of your neck before you have any chance to get away.
“Well, well, well…” He spits “…looks like the trash is taking itself out.”
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Faint of Heart (Part 6)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Summary: You don’t know his name, but Eddie becomes a regular at your diner. Scared you’ll run like everyone else, he can’t bring himself to tell you how he feels, until…
Warnings: 18+ only 🔞 brief mention of undressing, a smidge of self consciousness, some smut, heavy petting, fingering, that’s about it.
A/N: I am so SORRY this took way longer than I wanted it to. I hope anyone still interested in this fic enjoys this offering. It’s made with love. If you feel like reblogging I’ll smooch you so much, k thx byeeee 🥰
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“Ask him”
“You ask him!”
“I said it first!” Lucas hisses quietly, flicking a rubber band at Dustin’s head.
The scrape of chair legs across linoleum flooring has their heads snapping sideways, attention further held by the loud thwack of a heavy notebook being forcefully closed.
“Ask me what, buttheads.” Eddie’s ringed hands sit on his hips, disapproving frown etched between his eyes.
Silence fills the room, an awkward slurp from Erica’s direction as she drinks the last of her soda echoing loudly around the Sinclair’s kitchen.
“What, think I can’t hear you gossiping over here?” Eddie steps forward, spinning a chair round to throw a leg over it, sitting backwards at the table “I’m in the same damn room. You got something to say, just say it.”
“It’s, uh…” Lucas scratches the back of his skull with a bitten down pencil “Dustin had a question!”
“Asshole!” Dustin aims a shove at his shoulder before turning to face forwards again, hands resting on the table and forming a steeple as he considers his words “Okay, Eddie, here’s the thing - we just wondered…if you were okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He reaches for the bowl of pretzels and throws one up in the air, catching it in his mouth like it’s second nature.
“Well you haven’t been quite yourself lately, is all…”
“Yeah - you seem really happy” Erica interjects.
“…and it’s concerning us”
“Are you sick or something?”
Mike leans forward, trying to place the back of his hand on Eddie’s forehead and being slapped away before he can get close enough.
“Yeah is this some ‘only-got-weeks-to-live’ type thing? Like, embracing life while you still can?” Dustins voice is laced with genuine worry for their friend and mentor.
Shaking his head with a deep rumble of laughter, Eddie stands and goes to the fridge, helping himself to a beer. Cracking it open on the counter top, he leans back against the door and takes a long pull of his drink before addressing the sea of younger faces in front of him.
“This may come as a surprise, knuckleheads, but I seem happy because I am happy” He shrugs.
“You - Eddie Munson - are a self-proclaimed happy person now?”
Mike’s face crinkles in confusion as Erica’s eyebrows disappear beneath her bangs.
“Uh-huh. Is that really so hard for you little goobers to believe?”
They glance at each other, silent looks of surprise and shared frowns, spinning to stare hard at Eddie as their voices rise in a chorus of utter suspicion.
“YES!”
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Laying on the floor of your apartment, Lisa reaches across to refill your wine glass to the brim, discarding the now empty bottle to one side with a tipsy giggle when it clatters against the leg of the side table.
Cucumber slices slip off your eyes, plopping to the carpet as you roll yourself closer to the bowl of chips - belly laugh tumbling from your lips as you catch a glimpse of Lisa’s face mask starting to smear under her chin.
You snort into your glass, and when you push yourself up to a sitting position, you find your best friend with her chin resting on her hand, head tilted and wearing a huge smile.
“What?”
“What?” She repeats back
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not looking at you like anything!”
You narrow your gaze and refuse to back down until she caves.
“Fine! I just…I haven’t seen you smile like this for so long. You’re happy - it’s nice.”
You can’t stop a grin from stretching your cheeks, it reaches all the way to the tips of your ears. She’s not wrong, you can’t remember the last time you felt this way.
“See!” Lisa laughs, waving a hand in front of your nose “This is exactly what I mean. He’s turned you into a blushing teenager.”
“How do you know I’m smiling because of Eddie?”
“I didn’t mention any names…” she winks, talking over the rim of her glass with a quirked brow “…but glad to know he’s as good of a performer between the sheets as he is on the stage.”
You splutter into your wine, shaking your head forcefully.
“It’s not like that” you protest “We’re not at it like a pair of rabbits. Jesus. I mean, it’s just…we haven’t even…y’know…”
“You haven’t?!”
“Well it’s not like we don’t want to, but with our shifts at work, my studying, and him still living with his uncle, I don’t know - the timing just hasn’t quite been working out.”
“Wait, wait, hold on - are you really trying to tell me it’s all just heated gazes and holding hands that have you looking like you swallowed a coat hanger?”
“Not exactly…”
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Fingers hooking gently in the pocket of your apron, a small tug brings you close between Eddie’s thighs - spread wide as he leans his weight back against the hood of your car. His wallet chain clinks softly against the paintwork, soft white-blue light from the moon painting you so beautifully, he can barely wait for you to lean towards him before his lips chase you down for a taste.
A stolen few moments outside the diner on your break has become his favourite time of day, when you’re all his and he can just drink you in, just for a minute. Get his fix to help him through the rest of the hours until he sees you again. Like a drug, he’s addicted to the way you make him feel - it’s like the air is lighter in his lungs, the sun warmer on his skin, the world…that little bit more bearable now.
Eddie kisses you harder - warm lips, a gentle tongue needy and asking for permission you immediately give. He hears you inhale a shaky breath and smiles against your mouth. Soft fingers rake up Eddie’s bare arms, until he shivers at your touch on the velvet skin of his biceps. His grip closes in around your waist, pulling you firmly to his chest until there’s not an inch of space between your bodies.
You giggle as he nibbles across your jaw, mouthing sloppily at your neck and feeling you melt in his arms. Letting a hand drift lower, fingers smooth over the curve of your ass to give an appreciative squeeze. You whisper into his ear.
“Eddie?”
“Mm?” His lips are too busy grazing down towards your delicious collarbone to lift his lust filled head.
“Eddie!” Your hands frantically pat at his chest, reluctantly pulling away from the warmth of his body as you glance over his shoulder wide-eyed.
“What’s up?”
“Uh, I think we have a spectator…”
He twists from his seated position on your car and glances around, instantly spotting the source of your interruption.
“Oh, that little guy?” Eddie throws a thumb out and chuckles “That’s just Lemmy, you don’t have to worry about him”
You stare slack jawed at the raccoon in front of you rising on his hind legs and blink back at Eddie in confusion.
“I’m sorry, that’s who?”
“My pal Lemmy.”
“As in…Motörhead?”
He’s impressed you picked up on that reference so quickly, adding it to the ever growing list of reasons why you’re steadily taking up more and more space inside that previously bruised and guarded heart of his.
“Gold star for you.” A dimple revealing grin splits his lips, knuckle chucking under your chin “Spotted him a while back when I’d come out for a smoke, scavenging through the trash, so I sneak him some food when I can. We bonded.”
“Yeah, I can…I can tell”
You bite back a smile as you watch the raccoon make his way to your side, patting a tiny paw repeatedly on Eddie’s denim clad leg.
Tapping you on the waist so he can access his jeans pockets, Eddie moves to reach in and pull out half a bread roll which he tosses gleefully in Lemmy’s direction, watching as he grabs it eagerly and scuttles away.
Returning his attention in your direction, Eddie grabs your hand and twirls you, tugging your body back into his warmth, shoulders settling against his solid chest - weight leaning fully on his seated thighs, just the way he likes it.
“Bread from the diner, huh?”
“Uh-huh” Lips nuzzle into the soft crook of your neck.
“So that’s what was in your pants - and here I was thinking you were just happy to see me…”
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The sun is already setting as Eddie’s van pulls up to park at Lover’s Lake, pink tinged clouds peeking through the trees as the last stragglers of afternoon bathers make their way home. Cool air breezes through the open window and you smile behind your palm as your arm leans on the door to prop up your chin. Like everything else involving you and Eddie so far, nothing about the few dates you’ve managed to squeeze in has been conventional. Stolen moments here and there, the odd unusual hour between shifts. You’ll take what you can get.
In this case, it’s worked entirely in your favour - an evening picnic next to the lake which you now seem to have all to yourselves.
Eddie leads the way, carrying the heavier basket while you take one a large blanket from the back of his van. You can’t keep the grin off your face at the way Eddie drifts this way and that, stumbling over his own two feet as he insists on searching for the ‘perfect’ spot to set everything down. Coming to a sudden stop, dark curls whip around his face as he looks over his shoulder for you, pointing enthusiastically to an area of ever-so-slightly flatter ground near the water’s edge
“Found it!” He declares, triumphant smile showing off his dimples, wrapping a coil of warmth around your heart.
By the time you’re done filling your bellies with leftovers you’d procured from the diner, darkness begins settling like a cloak above the trees - tiny orange flicker from the solitary candle Eddie had found in his kitchen drawer throwing off just enough glow for you to be transfixed by the highlights dancing along his perfect jawline, captivated as you watch his legs stretch out with a little hum of contentment while gazing across the still water.
Leaning back on his elbows, he glances up at just the right moment to catch you staring. Your nose crinkles and you turn your face away in embarrassment, which only makes his smug grin stretch further across his face.
“Don’t say a word” you warn, shrinking back and hiding behind your palm.
“Hey, now” he reaches to gently tug down your hand “there’s absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying the view, Sugar!”
Eddie cackles, earning a forceful shove to his shoulder that knocks him completely off balance. With a yelp, he grabs your wrist in a futile attempt to keep upright until he’s sprawled flat on his back with you draped over his body, a comical ‘oof!’ leaving you both as you land.
Fits of giggles erupt from your tangled bodies, echoing in gleeful ripples that wind themselves through the trees. Your forehead drops, resting on Eddie’s chest as the combined force of your laughter bounces your head up and down against him until your cheeks are hurting from uncontrollable smiles, skin streaked with tears as you can barely catch your breath.
It’s been far too long since you’ve felt comfortable enough to let your guard down so completely around anyone that wasn’t Lisa, and the realisation is a sobering one, your happy noise tapering off as you lift your head to look down at Eddie.
To really look at him.
The laughter lines at the corners of his mouth, dimples you could get lost in, freckles delicately adorning the bridge of his nose, little crinkles that permanently reside at the edges of his eyes…his eyes, so deep and dark and full of endless emotion that you’re scared they might actually drown you one day.
He notices a little notch form between your brow and lets his own laughter fall silent as he gazes back up at you - eyes going impossibly soft and round.
“Hey…” He whispers, head tilting in concern.
Eddie lifts a hand to trace a knuckle along your cheek with a tenderness you’re still not quite used to feeling like you deserve.
“You okay?”
It’s a simple question, yet the answer still feels like a lead weight in your chest. All those years you desperately needed someone - anyone - to say those two little words. All the times you wished with your entire being that someone would notice the pain in your eyes that you couldn’t speak out loud through fear. How the broken pieces of your soul would have shattered and the truth you’d been hiding would have spilled it’s way out sooner…if only someone would have just seen you.
Eddie sees you.
“Yeah,” you nod, trying to hide the way your voice falters “actually…I really think I am.”
“Good” Eddie grins, seemingly bright enough to illuminate everything within a 2-mile radius, shifting to hold your face gently in both hands, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks as he shamelessly lets his eyes roam your features with a hunger that grows in ferocity every time he sees you.
Smiling under his heated gaze, you inch yourself closer to his lips, now desperate to escape within their soft warmth. He welcomes you easily into his space, hand dropping to wrap around the small of your back, the other still cradling your jaw. Eddie bends one knee, slotting seamlessly between your thighs, pressing you closer to his body.
You nudge his nose, eager mouth dropping open - yet your lips barely graze. Every time you’re close enough to nip at him, he shifts just out of reach, only to return so his tongue can lightly trace the crease of your mouth, where a frustrated pout is forming. It’s slow and teasing and infuriatingly sexy. The heat of his breath falling across your skin pulls the tiniest whimper from you as lean in, needing that little bit more…
A crack of lightning comes from nowhere, making you jump in his arms, a deafening rumble of thunder ominous as the thick air is suddenly fractured by a deluge of cool raindrops that plummet from the sky, piercing the tranquil surface of the lake.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” Eddie grumbles against your mouth, reluctantly releasing you from his grip.
The pair of you scramble to your feet in the downpour, gathering your belongings and hurrying to the shelter of Eddie’s van, trying to shield yourselves from the rain. You squeal as he helps you climb into the back before clambering in behind you, leaving the doors open so you can watch the storm unfold in relative safety.
“Mother Nature really picks her damn moments doesn’t s—“ as you turn to face him, your words are cut off by Eddie’s lips pressing to yours, firm and insistent. Arms snake around your waist and you can do nothing but melt into the pull of his endless warmth. Body solid and unyielding against you, tongue begging to deepen the kiss you’d barely started down by the water.
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As much as Eddie cursed every known god he could remember for interrupting your moment next to the lake, right now he’s thanking his lucky stars a hundred times over.
If it weren’t for that downpour, he wouldn’t be gazing at you like this in the back of his van, breathless and kiss-drunk. Wouldn’t be staring at your swollen lips in awe, or admiring the glint that shimmers in your eyes every time a crack of lightning throws a shock of light through the open doors.
Entranced by the droplets of rain that gather at your temple and trickle slowly from the edge of your brow down the curve of your cheek, his eyes flit downwards noticing the way your chest heaves under your rain soaked uniform as you stare back at him wordlessly.
Blinking slowly, Eddie’s consciousness catches up with him and he clears his throat, shifting onto his knees and away from you, glancing around the van for something he can offer in place of a towel. Spotting some old blankets stored behind the front seats, he scrambles to retrieve them - holding the threadbare material towards you with an apologetic grimace.
“Not quite the same luxury as Egyptian cotton, but they’re better than nothing…”
You take a blanket gratefully, dabbing at your face and arms. Eddie mirrors you, then throws it over his head, scrubbing his hair up and down in the same manner you’d dry a wet dog after giving it a bath.
Reaching back to tug his wet shirt off, he leans over to the dash to make sure the heater is turned on then hangs it over the back of the drivers headrest along with his jeans, no longer ashamed of the collection of scars scattered across his body.
For a long time after, they made him feel like a monster. Pieces of himself lost forever, left behind in the darkness he fought so hard to escape. Torn apart and stitched back together - never feeling quite the same, never feeling whole.
Until now.
Until you.
Especially when he catches you ogling his bare torso, despite your attempt to go undetected. A smirk tugs at one side of his mouth as he folds his arms across his chest and nods towards your uniform.
“Your turn, Sugar”
Your response comes out a flustered stutter that tapers off in the most adorable way when you meet his eyes in the dark.
“Oh, me? I think I’m fine…because, y’know - I mean, I’m sure it’ll dry soon…”
Eddie’s gaze narrows as he reaches towards the bottom of your dress, slowly closing his fist around a handful of the yellow material and squeezing. The backs of his knuckles graze your damp skin as water squelches and dribbles from the fabric to form a little pool on the floor of his van.
You swallow hard as he looks up at you from under his lashes, silently gloating that his point is very much being made.
“You sure about that?”
Sensing your mild hesitation, Eddie is quick to insist that it’s entirely your choice, even covering his eyes with his hands and turning his back on a solemn promise not to peek - a move which has your giggles echoing off the inside of his van as you decide to embrace the moment and remove your wet uniform, hanging it over the back of the passenger seat.
True to his word, Eddie keeps his eyes closed even once he’s settled with his back against the walls of the van, legs open in a lazy ‘V’ shape. He feels you kneel in front of him, gently tapping his thigh.
“Eddie, you don’t have to stay like that y’know”
“Just making sure you’re comfortable, sweetheart” he mumbles from behind his palms.
“Eddie…”
He squints one eye open before immediately clamping his hands over his face with an exaggerated groan.
“What’s wrong?” You humour him.
There’s a big sigh, Eddie’s chest puffing up and deflating again with a dramatic shake of his head.
“My eyeballs can’t take it,” he pretends “you’re so beautiful like this it actually hurts!”
He can’t see how you roll your eyes before slapping him playfully on the shoulder, making him sway to one side. Eddie splays his fingers and peeks at you through them, trying to bite back a laugh when he sees the furrow of your brow.
“Let me just…try again…no, it’s no use - I can’t do it, i’m not strong enough!” Wailing theatrically, he holds you at arms length eyes scrunched up.
He’ll never admit it, but Eddie’s going all out to make you smile - showing a different side of himself, being a fool to try and put you at ease in a situation he knows you might find a little awkward. What you don’t know is that he means every damn word.
Looking at you really IS too much for him sometimes. He gets that full on ‘washing machine’ feeling in his stomach when you laugh at his stupid jokes, that spark of light in your eyes catching at his insides like a match striking fire against his ribcage.
You wriggle free, hands wrapping round the crook of his elbows and tugging firmly, bringing Eddie’s arms away from his face until he has no choice to look at you. Practically nose to nose, you’re met with a boyish grin that’s full of teeth and mischief.
“Sorry.” He whispers earnestly “Can’t help it…despite what you might think, having a pretty girl like you in the back of my van doesn’t actually happen very often.”
Your lips curve up at one side, head shaking as you click your tongue off your teeth slowly, eyes widening.
“Wow…”
“Wow, what?” He probes
“Well, here I was thinking you were Mr deep and meaningful this whole time. Brooding musician with mystery hiding under that dark surface - but it turns out…” you pinch his cheeks and place a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose “…you’re just a giant, grade A dork aren’t you?”
His head rests back against the van with a soft clunk, brow disappearing beneath his damp bangs as his head cocks to one side.
“Is that…going to be a problem?”
“It’s absolutely going to be a problem…” you nod, using a finger to brush hair from his eyes “…for me, that is”
“Yeah?”
He shifts to sit straighter, coaxing you to rest sideways between his legs. Eddie’s warm hand settling just above your knee - thumb stroking blissfully soft circles on the skin of your inner thigh.
“Yeah, unfortunately dorkiness is kinda like kryptonite to me."
"No kidding?" His face lowers, mouth brushing the apple of your cheek, free hand grazing idly up and down your back “That is indeed a sad misfortune”
"Mhmm. And now that we’re talking about it - I can actually feel myself becoming weaker by the second in your dorky presence…”
"Well, lucky for you I did a life-saving course one summer when i was 17, so i will happily provide mouth to mouth resuscitation if required."
He manoeuvres your positions so subtly, you don’t really register the movement until your back is suddenly pressed flush to his chest, the fiery warmth of his body engulfing every part of you.
“My hero…”
Your whisper is smothered, head turned by his grip as your lips meet his waiting mouth in a kiss so desperate, Eddie is utterly helpless in containing the moan that bubbles up from deep in his chest - entirely lost in the moment as rain continues to batter the roof of the van, a shroud of white noise cascading over your little shelter.
Slick lips glide and caress, tongues beg to be tasted. Eddie cups your chin, hand covering half your face to hold you still as he kisses you like his life depends on it.
He feels your body shiver as his fingers trace your throat, ghosting over the straps of your bra. Slotting a thumb under the elastic, he strokes along the top of your shoulder - never pushing too far, no matter how much he feels you start to become restless. Eddie needs you to know you’re still in control.
Wrenching away from his kiss with a whined plea of his name, you take him by surprise - grabbing his hand in desperation and slipping it into the front of your bra, a huff of hot air rushing from his nostrils tickling your skin when a pebbled nipple presses stiffly into his palm.
“Shit…” His voice rasps, like he’s just been forced to swallow a fistful of gravel.
Eddie’s eyes fall closed, trying to still the pounding of his heart, nose pressed into the crook of your neck, gently squeezing at the swell of your flesh while his bottom lip drags up the side of your throat, warm breath fanning the shell of your ear.
“You’re making it really difficult for me to remain a gentleman right now, you know that?”
Your hips press back against him in a way that has his whole body lurching forward, a hiss of air sucked through his teeth.
“Mm” He grunts “I need you tell me now if you want to stop, Sugar, because if you keep that up, I’m done for”
“Don’t want to stop, Eddie…”
His response to the urgency in your voice is another muttered curse and gentle pinch of your nipple, rolling the stiff peak between thumb and finger; electricity shooting straight to your core, nails digging into the skin of his thighs as every cell in your body throbs with need.
Letting his free hand skim over your stomach, he lingers to stroke patterns below your belly button until you whimper. Eddie toys with the hem of your underwear and you feel him smile against your skin when he reaches the heat building between your legs.
Dancing over the silky material, his middle finger traces along your clothed folds, soft sighs escaping your lips with every flick of his wrist. Teeth nip at your shoulder, Eddie keeping his movements precise and focused - stroking up and down, circling your clit with the perfect amount of gentle pressure, groaning out loud when feels you getting wetter.
Eddie is certain he has the perfect view, slouched forward with his chin tucked into the curve of your neck, looking down your body to see the way your legs have spread for him; parted at the hips, ankles draped over his shins. Seeing his own hand pleasuring you is something he’ll be committing to memory, along with the sound of your breath hitching when he uses his other hand to hook your underwear to one side.
You feel him swallow thickly, hear the click of his dry throat when he sees evidence of your arousal soaking through the material.
His fingers glide easily, you’re so warm and welcoming and needy. Eddie takes his time: stroking, caressing, building pressure until he finds the right combination of movement that has your hips bucking up into his hand with a breathy moan.
“Feel good, baby?”
You keen when he calls you that, nodding helplessly, clutching at his forearm with a whimpered confirmation. It spurs him on, the green light to dip a little lower and press teasingly at your opening.
“Ohmygod…”
The quiet gasp of your statement is punctuated by your head lolling back against Eddie’s solid shoulder, you melt against him like marshmallows turning into goo over a campfire while he groans at how tightly your body grips his fingers.
He coaxes you towards the cliff edge over and over, stroking in just the right spot to have you forgetting your own name as you repeat Eddie’s back to him like a treasured prayer.
Eddie circles you with his thumb at the same time and feels you start to tremble in his arms. He presses a string of sloppy kisses to your temple, a silent thank you for trusting him enough to be this close. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.
•••
Heat spreads through your body, a raging wave of fire under your skin that engulfs everything in its path until there’s nothing left. You have nothing left, disintegrating as the power of your orgasm consumes you whole, surroundings blurred as white spots paint themselves behind your eyelids while praise is poured into your ear.
“Good girl. So damn beautiful…I got you”
Your body hums with an electrical current, brain incapable of focusing on anything as you struggle to get your eyes to work. Letting your head fall to the side, you lean into the warmth of Eddie’s lips on your skin and tuck your legs up towards your chest. His palms soothe goosebumps prickling at your flesh, letting you turn into the sticky heat of his body; arms wrapping you tightly into his space as if he can’t quite bear the thought of you leaving it just yet.
“I could stay like this all night” Eddie mumbles into your temple and you nod your agreement.
“Me too, although we’ve only got until…” your fingers glide down his arm, tugging the wrist that bears his Casio watch into vision “…SHIT!”
Scrambling to your feet, you wrestle your uniform over your head with a panicked string of expletives.
“My shift started ten minutes ago! Clyde’s gonna kill me”
“Damn, time sure does fly when you’re having fun” Eddie tugs his t-shirt back on with a barely disguised grin.
“Shit, shit - this is bad, Eddie! This is so damn bad!”
“And there I was thinking you enjoyed yourself…”
“What? No! I mean - yes, I did, and yes, it was…very good, actually - but that’s not the point!” you throw the still damp jeans into his bare chest with a comical ‘schlop’ sound and clamber into the front seats at breakneck speed.
“Don’t worry, Sugar,” Eddie throws himself head first over the top of the driver’s seat, hair flying wildly as he turns the key in the ignition “I think I’ve already proven I can get you there quickly…”
It’s the cockiness of his arched brow that has you aiming an empty cassette case towards his head, but Eddie’s cat like reflexes see it coming with an excellent forearm block. He catches you by the wrist and pulls you to him for one more lingering kiss, lips melting against you in a teasing apology. Pulling away with a boyish giggle, his hand comes down to rest on your thigh, fingers curling with a firm squeeze as the van tyres kick up a trail of gravel while speeding away from Lover’s Lake.
There’s that buzz again. That tingle of energy that seems to live inside you and vibrate through your bones whenever Eddie’s near. Even the thought of Clyde yelling at you all shift for being late doesn’t bother you so much anymore, nor does the idea of Shirley’s sour-puss face at your tardiness. They all just fade into background noise compared to the way he makes you feel.
So yeah, maybe you tell him to pull over half way into the drive and yeah, maybe you tuck yourself between his knees in the footwell and yeah, maybe you give him head at the side of the road that’s so messy and desperate his knuckles turn white when he grips the steering wheel above you.
And yeah, maybe it’s the way he looks down at you afterwards like you’ve just hung the moon while he runs his thumb along your slick bottom lip that finally makes you realise you might be falling in love…
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Thank you SO much for reading 🙏🏻
I’m committed to finishing their story, hopefully the next chapter won’t take me quite as long! 💛
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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - Heart-Warming Scenes [6/6]
Still one of my favourite Nick & Jess moments
★ MAKE ME CHOOSE ★ Anon asked: The Good Place or New Girl? "You can't choose who you love, sometimes they choose you. And sometimes it's just because you got a really great deal on Craigslist. I got a really great deal on Craigslist. I got all of you."
vitamin D
“No more hot water for you”
Okay, fine. You know what, Jess? Fine. You can be my other shot girl. Yes!
The Cure
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: 🔞 Absolutely no minors. Pure Smut.
Disclaimer: Header images are purely for illustrative purpose, not a description of the reader
To my darling @joesquinns I wish a very very belated Happy Birthday. I’m sorry this took me so long, but I really hope you enjoy it. Thank you for being so wonderful. I’m so grateful for you 🥰
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Your back arches off the bed with a whine, hands still pinned above your head, the rest of you pressing up into Eddie’s body as he looms over you. A sheen of exertion makes his alabaster skin stick to yours as it moves, the increased contact spiking your heart rate as he buries his face in your neck, warm breath tickling the underside of your jaw. He’s moving inside you so slowly, it makes you want to scream.
It consumes you, takes up residence in every synapse of your brain. All you can feel, hear, smell is: Eddie
The air is thick with summer heat, no light except for a gentle white beam of the moon thrown into your open window. Curtains billow in a soft breeze, the pale glow glinting off the side of your stereo, low thrum from background music vibrating through the atmosphere.
You can feel all of him. Every ridge, every vein, every delightful curve as he pours himself into you again and again and again.
Fingers twist around his dampening curls, slight tug making him groan - teeth scraping softly along the curve of your shoulder before he lifts up on one forearm and increases the pace of his thrusts.
Your head pushes back into the softness of his pillow, loud whimper punched from your lungs when his hips slam into you with more pressure. His body angles over you in a way that means his pelvis repeatedly brushes your throbbing clit - sparks of electricity flying to the tips of your fingers as they frantically scrabble for purchase on the sheets beneath you.
“Fuck, baby…” he moans softly to himself “…so fucking beautiful like this.”
All you can do is mumble a pitiful chorus of his name in reply.
“Oh I know, sweetheart, I know”
It’s said with a grin you can hear, even with your eyes closed. A shiver rockets down your spine when he chooses that moment to pull out, sitting back on his heels so he can grab behind your knees and bend them closer to your chest before burying himself back in your warmth.
You moan so loudly at the way he fills you, it makes your throat hurt. Everything blurs into the background when he has you like this. So pliant and needy, desperate for absolutely everything he wants to give you.
His speed picks up, your vision growing hazy, tingling heat of impending orgasm forming deep in your gut - every stroke of him stokes the fire in your belly until flames rage wildly, expanding uncontrollably into your chest. You cry out - whole body trembling, thighs shaking under Eddie’s palms as he showers you with praise.
“That’s it, angel. You’re so good. My good girl.”
Your breath is still ragged as he lowers your legs and leans back over you. Hair tickles your neck, Eddie mouthing lovingly along your jawline until his plush lips press firmly to yours, slick tongue licking into your mouth as you open for him. A roll of his hips massages your sensitive insides with his unspent cock, low groan rumbling deep in his chest when you clench hungrily around him.
“Don’t worry sweetheart” he whispers “I’m not done with you yet”
Eddie pulls out of you slowly, your whine at the loss of fullness quickly turning into a hum of satisfaction as he leaves a path of sloppy, open mouthed kisses down your chest, along the flesh of your stomach and down, down, until he’s settled between your legs. You feel him nose his way up and down the creases of your thighs, inhaling you, tongue gliding hotly along your skin until he licks through your slick and your hips thrust up off the bed.
He presses a soft kiss to your swollen centre and smooths his palms over your waist. One forearm lays heavily over your abdomen, pinning you to the mattress. A surge of longing ripples upwards from your core, his name a desperate plea that bursts from your chest.
“I’ve got you, baby, just relax.”
The wet heat of his mouth covers you, a gasp catching in your throat at the intensity. Soft swirls against your lips, gentle strokes that have you mewling until his tongue presses into you with a lustful groan of his own that makes your whole body ignite.
“Fuck, Eddie…oh my god”
You feel the curve of his smile against you as he pushes, strokes, nibbles you into a frenzy. Eddie latches on to your clit, his tender suckling quickly bringing you to a peak, your curses drowned out by a broken moan. When he adds a finger and crooks it at the perfect angle, the threads of your orgasm coil together tightly, snapping with such force that your mind goes blank. There’s nothing but the euphoria that washes over you as you throb against his tongue, white spots dotting your vision while Eddie’s grasp tightens on your thighs as you arch upwards.
The soft slide of his wet mouth presses sweetly to the spot where all your blood has gathered, easing you through the sensations and letting you ride it out against his face until your back hits the mattress again - limbs like liquid, body humming with satisfaction as the sound of blood whooshes loudly in your ears.
You feel Eddie crawl his way back over you and wind your arms tightly around his waist, fingers resting in the dip at the base of his spine. His nose nudges yours, lips seeking your mouth where he offers you a tantalising taste of yourself with a heavy swipe of his tongue. The noise you make in response has his dick kicking up against your stomach, a groan of Eddie’s building desperation muffled by your fiery kiss.
“C’mere…” his growl sends a shockwave of want coursing through your bloodstream as he sits up, tugging you with him.
An expertly practiced manoeuvre has him sitting near the head of the bed with your knees around his hips before you can register the change of position. The rush of blood has your head spinning, hands grasping firmly behind his neck with a little squeal, trying to keep steady.
“Y’need a minute?” Eddie’s fast breaths come out in warm huffs, fanning across your throat as his hold tightens at your waist, dark eyes searching your face.
“Nuh-uh” Shaking your head, you reach to smooth back a tendril of dark hair from his clammy forehead, letting your mouth graze over the bridge of his nose while you slowly grind against him - slick and swollen centre brushing over his aching tip. Your reward is a strangled whine as Eddie struggles to maintain composure.
He lunges forward, mouth slamming into your chest with the full force of his lust, punching the air from your lungs with a gasp. Strong arms locked beneath your shoulders, Eddie bestows a hot trail of kisses like a necklace up to the hollow of your throat - his saliva glistening in the iced moonlight like precious jewels upon your skin.
Every roll of your hips presses him hot and leaking between your folds, pebbled nipples now drawn between Eddie’s teeth - a yelp of pleasure ripped from your throat as he bites down, quickly soothing the sting with his tongue. You arch your chest into the sensation, his hand sliding up your back to wrap itself behind your neck.
Eddie tips your head forward with a groan that vibrates all the way to your stomach and slams his mouth to yours, it’s a heated mess of tongues and teeth until he ruts himself desperately at your entrance, both of you falling slack-jawed the second he rocks upwards, stretching you open once more.
Feeling you instantly flutter around him, he anchors you in place and curses against the crease of your mouth as he grips your waist and pulls you down hard into his lap. A noise flies from you like a wild animal being caught in a trap. Loud and primal.
His thighs slap up against the flesh of your ass, sinful sounds making desire prickle down your spine. Eddie calls you his pretty girl over and over while sucking a purple bruise to your collarbone for you to wear as a badge of honour, holding you so close you can’t tell whose heart it is that hammers wildly against your chest.
Heat bubbles like a furnace in your belly as he shifts to plant his feet on the mattress and bucks up into you, the frantic change of speed sending white hot flames shooting through your body. Eddie grunts as he starts to lose control, hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm. Using all of your remaining strength, you roll your waist and grind against him, matching his speed to chase down your high.
It’s a little sloppy but it does the trick, added friction to your clit quickly sending you into a tailspin. You wrap your arms tight around his neck, clammy forehead pressing tenderly against the bulging vein at his temple as the telltale pressure builds between your legs.
“Ohmygod…” you cry “…please don’t stop, Eddie, please…”
With determination, his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, Eddie rocking you hard and fast against his pelvis. He hits all the right spots, over and over. You feel his thighs trembling beneath you as the room starts to spin, your eyes roll backwards and your breaths turn thready.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me again, c- ohhh fuckkk…”
He grits the request out with a whimper and your muscles spontaneously contract, pulsing hotly around his throbbing cock. A broken sob leaves you, swallowed only by Eddie’s groan - so loud and prolonged, it borders on pornographic as he finally releases hot spurts of all he has deep inside you, chest heaving with the effort of holding himself back for as long as he has.
Eddie slumps back against the headboard, amused hum rumbling in his throat as he pulls you down with him, shifting on top of the sheets until you both lay in an exhausted heap of tangled limbs. His arm tucks itself behind you, winding around your shoulder with an affectionate squeeze. Turning your cheek, you press a trail of breathless kisses along his forearm and nuzzle your face into the crook of his elbow with a delighted giggle.
“So, how’s that headache?” He murmurs into the top of your head.
“W-what headache?”
“Exactly…” Eddie grins, gentle finger stroking down your jaw.
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You can barely remember the painful ache that had sat across your eyes all afternoon, dull pressure resting heavy at the base of your skull as you trudged through the door to your apartment ready to shut yourself away in the darkness for the next 12 hours - only to find your boyfriend standing in the kitchen. His arms open to draw you in to a hug, enveloping you in his beautifully musky scent with a promise to make it all better.
Eddie swore blind he knew the perfect cure for headaches, and for once you were happy to let him boast of a 100% success rate…
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Tagging a few wonderful people, some who asked and others who may possibly be interested 💛 @ceriseheaven @trashmouth-richie @choke-me-eddie @mrsjellymunson @tomtomslongdong @songforeddiemunson @josephfakingquinn @littlexdeaths @eddiesxangel @rebelfell
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#PEAK TELEVISION
NEW GIRL Season 3 Episode 1
My worlds have officially collided… 👀
Joe Quinn eating lunch in Soho & Jake Johnson as Nick Miller in New Girl…just turtle facing their way through the day 😂
NEW GIRL Season 1 Episode 22
Pairing: Emperor Geta x Fem!Servant Reader
Disclaimer: Can be read alone but you can also read PART ONE for more context. minimal research, probable historical inaccuracies. It’s the Roman Empire: ergo, no consent given.
Warnings: NO MINORS 🔞 ONLY 18+, NSFW, THERE DO BE SMUT, mentions of blood, mentions of a blade, ass play, blowjob, fingering. This is pretty filthy - sorry not sorry…
REBLOGS MAKE MY HEART SING 🥰
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Three times he’d summoned you to his chambers since the day he broke down in your arms.
Manhandled you roughly into his lap and demanded you ride his dick until you moaned and clenched and came around him.
Whimpered softly as his brain went still, panting and shooting hot ropes inside you until his chest heaved with sobs, mouth searching for yours in the dark with a whisper of praise.
Three times he’d pushed you off him in a panic and told you to leave, threatening your life if you betrayed his confidence.
This time is different…
•••
You weren’t expecting to be woken in the middle of the night, ripped from slumber by a soldier who shoved you half dressed from the servant quarters, barking orders at you to attend to Geta immediately.
You tie the cord around your tunic and force yourself awake, hurrying to his room as instructed.
He’s pacing back and forth when you arrive, muttering under his breath, angry.
The second you step into the room he’s next to you, one hand gripping your neck and shoving you hard against the wall.
Geta stands so close you can feel his heavy breaths fan across your face, can see his nostrils flare with each ragged exhale. Spit gathers at the corners of his mouth, although for now he says nothing. His eyes are wild, dark as the night outside while he scowls down at you.
He raises his free hand slowly and you feel the cold blade of his dagger being dragged along your cheek. You suck a gasp of air through your teeth as the tip is pressed firmly into your soft skin, sharp metal biting at the hinge of your jaw.
“I warned you not to speak of things…”
“I- I didn’t, my Lord” your voice quivers as his face draws closer.
Geta’s lip curls in disgust, and he digs the blade harshly into your flesh, just enough until you feel a warm droplet of blood gather once his dagger is withdrawn.
“When people talk of things they do not know…when they lie…others will assume things that are not true. I will not have subjects thinking I am weak” His hand grips your chin, nose pressed to yours as his whisper turns dark and sinister, words falling from his lips thick and slow like syrup “I could kill you right this second if I wanted to…could gut you in an instant and watch the lifeblood drain from you whilst you lie at my feet.”
His solid forehead pushes angrily into you, fingers still grabbing your face as the drop of blood smears beneath his fingertips. Geta’s weight shifts forward, dipping to lick the blood from your cheekbone, and you notice something else hard pressing into your thigh.
Before you can stop yourself, your tongue darts across your lower lip, gaze dropping to his groin. Geta notices instantly, grasp painful on your upper arm as he spins you around, pushing you face first into the wall. The dagger is stabbed fiercely into the heavy drapes, material ripping loudly next to your head. His mouth is wet at your ear while he positions you.
“As I was saying, whore, if I wanted to. Presently, you still have a use to me.”
Cool air dances around your legs and travels up your thighs while Geta shoves the tunic unceremoniously above your waist with one hand, freeing himself from his robes with the other. His cock is hot and leaking as he grinds it against you, fingers digging in to your side - bruising the skin to hold you in place while his hips thrust slowly, rubbing the velvety skin on the underside of his dick up and down between the soft flesh your cheeks.
Making you hold your own tunic up out of his way, Geta places both of his hands on your ass and splays them to get a better view. A warm trickle of spit lands without warning and your body stiffens with a gasp at the unexpected sensation. He brings a thumb to you and rubs small circles of his self made lubricant over your tight hole with a hiss.
You weren’t anticipating that you’d enjoy the feeling of someone touching you there, and yet your nerves are aflame in the best way possible, adrenaline rushing like fire through your veins, especially when he hums in appreciation at the way you clench, whimpering when he tests a press to your entrance.
Geta eases the very tip of his thumb into your ass, drawing a shaky exhale from your lips at the surprisingly pleasant intrusion. When your head drops backwards, his mouth dips to rest against the shell of your ear as he presses slightly further.
“Good” He mutters “…good”
Despite yourself, that single word of lust-fuelled praise from the Emperor has your hips jutting backwards for more with a thready moan. Geta reaches his hand around you, fingers wrapping themselves with a squeeze at the sides of your throat, giving an enthusiastic grunt when you take his thumb to the first knuckle, his dick kicking up against the flesh of your ass.
Your body trembles in delight at the feeling of fullness, nerve endings tingling like you’ve never experienced before at the way he’s playing with you somewhere new. Just as his teeth begin to leave a stinging bite to your shoulder, a loud hammering erupts at the door of his chambers and shatters the moment into dust that billows away from you like smoke on a breeze.
Geta roars in anger at the interruption, separating himself from you with a string of expletives to snatch up his dagger, stalking to the noise incandescent with rage. He throws the heavy door open so forcefully it slams hard into the wall behind.
You catch a glimpse of one of the army generals with his soldiers before it swings back and slams behind Geta, solid wood still doing little to dampen his fury - now fully directed at the bearer of ill-timed news. You think you hear Caracalla’s name mentioned among the shouting, after which there’s a sickening string of thuds against the chamber door, followed by a flurry of calls and heavily booted footsteps, a maniacal laughter echoing along the halls that you clearly recognise as belonging to Geta.
Pained cries send a cold shiver down your spine as they dissipate through the corridor, eerie silence following. Your heart beats faster in your chest as the door reopens, eyes instantly darting to the smears of scarlet on the walls and floor that match the bright red stains on his hands.
“Do not bother yourself to fret over a little blood.” Geta glances at you whilst reaching forward to wipe the claret off his blade with the material of your tunic “He’ll live. For now.”
You’re more than aware of how Geta and his brother behave, had been even before you were imprisoned to a life of serving them. They’d been notorious for their heavy handed tyranny throughout the empire. But still, seeing him standing before you with literal blood on his hands was jarring in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You stare at him wide-eyed, jaw hanging open with a confusing swirl of emotions swelling in your chest.
He circles you like a shark closing in on its prey, dagger still clamped in one fist with a grip so tight his knuckles begin to turn white. A sardonic smile curves his mouth, fingers of his free hand grazing the side of your neck, slipping under the collar of your tunic to stroke at your skin. Geta notices the hitch of your chest at the return of his touch, pupils darkening.
“Tell me, ancilla…do you fear me?”
Your mouth is dry, tongue sticking to your teeth as you struggle to know what answer he requires. You decide honesty is best.
“Sometimes, my lord…”
“Only sometimes? Mmm…” Geta almost sounds pleased, humming like your answer has amused him.
Reaching to empty his chalice of wine in one gulp, he walks towards an ornately carved mahogany chair at the foot of his bed. The rounded wooden back curves perfectly to his body, a purple silk upholstery complimenting the grain of the wood.
Geta leans back, legs spreading comfortably wide in the oversized chair. His eyes lock you in place, drinking you in as he speaks.
“Do not make the grave error of mistaking any shred of mercy I may display as a sign of weakness…”
“I do not think you weak, Emperor”
“No?” He plays the dagger up and down along the pads of his fingertips. It seems he’s rather enjoying your boldness.
“No…”
“Then what am I?”
You keep your eyes locked on his and take a few steps forward, coming to a stop between his open legs and dropping to your knees. A ringed hand catches you by the chin on your way down, gaze flitting to your lips before drifting back up. A knot of muscle pulses at his jawline.
“I asked you a fucking question. It would serve you well to answer me, lest I grow impatient. What. Am. I?”
Geta leans forward, chair creaking under his weight in an otherwise silent room. The cold point of his dagger presses to the dip of your throat, igniting a fire behind your ribcage.
He watches hungrily as you match his stare and swallow, throat moving seductively against the blade; feels your fingertips reach under his robes and skate up to his wide thighs. He matches your dark smirk when your hands finally land on his aching cock.
Your gaze never falters from Geta’s face as you lower your mouth to claim the prize, voice a husky whisper dripping like syrup over his skin.
“Powerful…”
A groan rumbles from deep in his chest, and there’s a split second where something sparks behind his usually vacant eyes before Geta grips a fistful of your hair and tugs you down. He’s expecting a pitiful whimper but all he hears is the way you moan in pleasure when your lips close around his leaking tip, vibrations rocketing all the way to his balls.
Your tongue runs teasingly over his slit, hand gripping him at the base while you lower your mouth until he fills it, full and heavy. A hiss of air escapes between Geta’s teeth, hips jerking up towards the back of your throat while he holds you in place.
Letting him fall from your mouth with a little pop, you work him with your hand - gathering your saliva and his juices with sinful noises that cause flutters to pulse between your legs. You lick a wet stripe along the veins of his shaft, swirling your tongue, suckling gently at the head until his groans fill your ears. Immediately, you drop down to take one of his balls in your mouth, catching him by surprise. Geta curses furiously, but urges you lower with the hand still cupping the back of your head.
Guided by his apparent enjoyment, you let a hand drift to the sensitive spot of skin just below his balls and press gently. Your reward is the tightening of his fingers on your scalp, another strained whisper of his praise making you clench your thighs together while the hard floor bites at the skin of your knees.
You take him in your mouth again, until your nose is pressed into his wiry thatch of hair and he nudges at your throat with a grunt of pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks, you hum into his dick and bob your head a couple of times, drawing up to the tip before sucking him all the way back in - over and over until he chokes on your name. You didn’t realise he knew it…
Saliva drips down his cock and over your hand, slicking your fingers that still rub the sensitive spot behind his balls. An idea forms in your mind. Without hesitation, you slip a finger further between Geta’s thighs and press gently until the tip breaches his hole. A strangled groan rips from his core, string of expletives confirming your suspicion that he’d like it.
Shifting your position, you kneel higher, holding his entire length in your mouth. You swallow around him and the sensation makes Geta rut his hips - forcing himself to the back of your throat. You gag, withdrawing briefly to catch your breath, sucking eagerly at his tip as you crook your finger inside him.
Geta groans and curses loudly, breath hitching as his cock suddenly throbs between your lips - hot spurts of his release coating your tongue. You let him fall from your mouth and see his chest heave as he regains composure, watching as he leans forward until his elbows rest on his knees, eye line now catching yours with a tilted head.
As you rock back on your heels, Geta’s hand grabs your jaw. You still hold his load in your mouth, and feel it start to drip from the corners of your lips as his fingers press into your cheeks. He watches, pupils blown wide with lust at the sight of his cum trickling down your chin.
“Show me” He demands, and heat bursts like fireworks in your core.
Parting your lips and offering your tongue, you open for him to see his seed. Geta hums in appreciation, holding you in place to appreciate the view.
“Now swallow it all” His voice is low, breath fanning across the tip of your nose.
You do as you’re told, watching his lips kick up in a satisfied smirk. His eyes darken, shining in the low light as his grip tightens and he tilts your head backwards. A shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his mouth on your throat, trailing heat upwards until his tongue licks the remnants of his cum off your chin. You gasp in response and he covers your mouth with a fiery kiss, stealing a taste of himself with a muffled groan.
The throbbing between your thighs grows until it becomes painful, so you shift to provide a little friction, easing the discomfort until Geta notices - he scowls, one hand reaching to pull your legs apart and the other holding you tightly so your chest remains flush to his knees.
“You take only what I give you, do you understand?”
“Yes my lord, I’m sorry…” your eyes close, waiting for a punishment, but are surprised by the feeling of his fingers reaching round to squeeze at the flesh of your inner thigh.
“Mm, I know. You always are. However, you have worked exceptionally hard tonight. That shall not go unrewarded.”
You suck a gasp of air as his thumb moves, barely grazing at your swollen clit. He continues to tease you, finger gliding slowly through your slick folds - toying with your pleasure but never quite allowing you the friction to get what you need. Another swipe across your nub makes you choke on a desperate sob, hips trying to buck into his hand.
Geta chuckles darkly before giving in, his middle finger filling you until his chunky ring is pressed into your skin. He feels you flutter around him, but refuses to move - instead he keeps his hand still and returns to slowly playing with you until your thighs start to tremble.
“Open your eyes,” He instructs “I want to watch you claim your prize”
Your vision is hazy with desire, but you manage to glance up and meet his gaze. In return, Geta starts to rock his finger inside you - increasing the pressure that builds in your gut. The knot pulls tight at your core when his thumb quickens on your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
Your mouth hangs open as you pant, climbing the crest of the wave that’s about to crash around you. Geta releases your arm and moves his free hand to slide two fingers between your lips. His own jaw drops open with a groan of praise, hungry eyes locked on yours - that’s when the coil snaps. You moan around his fingers and pulse furiously between your legs as you cum so hard your head spins and you can barely catch your breath.
Removing his hands, you slump to the floor a sweaty mess, and he makes no effort to stop you - instead, Geta rises from his seat and steps around your body to pour himself more wine before opening the doors to his balcony, cool air drifting in to billow at the drapes.
Forcing yourself up on wildly unsteady legs, you readjust your tunic and stand. When you’re met with only the view of his back from where he stands, broad shoulders silhouetted by the moonlight, you take a deep breath and turn to make your exit.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His firm voice halts you in your tracks. Spinning on your heels, you see him looking at you over his shoulder.
“My apologies, Emperor,” you bow in supplication “…you usually wish to be alone once we are finished”
“Did I say we were finished? Were you excused?”
“No.”
“Then you should know better.” Geta pulls some grapes from the platter next to him and stalks towards you.
“Yes, my lord. Please, what do you wish me to do for you before returning to my quarters?”
His hand reaches to untie your tunic, letting it fall to the floor. Goosebump scatter on your skin at the exposure to the cooler air, but the heat in his eyes as he rakes his gaze up and down your body makes you feel like you’ve been set on fire from the inside out.
“You will not be returning to your quarters tonight…”
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FYI: The term ‘ancilla’ that Geta uses means female servant or slave
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JAKE JOHNSON and MAX GREENFIELD as NICK MILLER and WINSTON SCHMIDT new girl 2.11 santa
