we all talk about kinky Eddie but what about goofy, giggly sex? let's be honest, eddie is a menace sometimes [18+ obv]
eddie gets over-excited and accidentally bumps your teeth when kissing. he pulls away feigning hurt, holding his lip with a pout, just to laugh and say "just jokin, sweetheart"
eddie pushes you on his bed and your head bumps the wall a little. you spend the next 5 minutes convincing him you're totally fine and you should really get back to the task at hand because you're so. turned. on.
eddie who gets ahead of himself and tries taking off his jeans while walking only to fall flat on his face. you can't help but break down laughing and neither can he
you're on top riding him like your life depends on it and he grips your hips harshly to stop. you look at him confused only to watch him swat your hair away from his face and fake cough
you change positions to missionary. you're so close, eddie is too, but then "fuck, CRAMP. CRAMP! MY LEG"
eddie's back to grinding into you, faces so close together intimately. "did you have.. *sniff* garlic for lunch?"
stopping midthrust to sneeze
he stops again moments later, sighs and mentions he forgot to do something. "it can wait... no it can't." he grabs a shirt to place in front of him and runs out of his room. you hear a bunch of clanking metal then he's back. "wayne wanted me to take food out of the freezer for him. nearly knocked over the fridge, i was moving too fast"
he climbs on top and puts his cold hands on your belly
gets too excited and keeps missing your hole.
he's thrusting in you when you put your hand on his chest to stop him. "i hate this song." "babe, we talked about this. sabbath will never get turned off during sex." "but can't you change just this song? lower it maybe??" he pulls out, walks to the stereo, and turns it up
you get on your knees in front of him, his hands dig into your hair. he stops you just as your mouth is about to devour him, "nope, you're right. this song sucks"
your mouth is gliding over his cock, his hand is gripping your hair. he's thrusting into your mouth but pulls out suddenly. gasping, "that was a close one. almost came in your mouth when it's your puss-puss that's hungry." you grimace at his words. "yeah, i heard how bad that sounded too but i ran with it anyway"
you're back on top riding him, this time with your hair in a bun. you start slow, but get impatient and start bouncing quicker. you've both been waiting for release and now you finally get to it. eddie's fingers are digging into your hips while your nails are clawing into his upper chest. you ride it out and collapse on top of him, your breathing synchronises as it slowly comes down
you sit up and look down at him. "hi," you whisper. "hi," he chuckles back.
eventually you get up and both of you slide some underwear on. he turns to you with a hand held up toward you. "great teamwork back there, champ." he's expecting a high five but you just shake your head and make your way toward the bathroom. "well.. practice is same time next week"
some soft copia headcanons because i’m thinking about him (as always!)
(all sfw with very mild suggestion)
-copia takes his glove off of whatever hand he holds your hand with- he likes to feel skin on skin contact
-you steal each other’s scents. copia keeps a little bottle of your perfume with him and you constantly wear his casual clothes because they smell like him
-he hardly ever says your name. it is every pet name under the sun before he resorts to saying your name
-copia can play the piano. i’m imagining you lying on top the body of the piano and he’s playing your song by elton john to you and you can feel the vibrations in your bones and he just loves you so much
-he doesn’t like being shirtless around you- he’ll sleep in a plain white singlet rather than reveal himself. but you go out of your way to tell him you love him and kiss him every time you get the chance and, when he’s finally comfortable, you slowly strip his shirt off so you can press butterfly kisses on every inch of his skin
-when u wake up next to copia and he’s already awake he will literally just be lying there looking at you with the biggest heart eyes you’ve ever seen
-he peppers kisses all over you whenever he gets the opportunity. this starts the second you wake up and continues until the pair of you pass out
-he is very clingy. whenever he is able to, he keeps your fingers intertwined, but sometimes he likes to just link your pinkies as you walk
-he would say the most loving and cheesy shit like “are you sure you’re real, topolina? are you sure you are not a stolen work of art from the louvre? we must return you straight away, vero?”
-hogs blankets so bad when u share a bed and he sleeps with his legs intertwined with yours
-he big spoons when he has to but lucifer below he loves being the little spoon and just being enveloped in you
-he loves touching your hair. so much. he will style it if you let him.
my ask box is open for requests, both sfw and nsfw for any and all ghost characters!
for Kaidan and Norah Jean: they get shoved in a closet and are a bit too close for comfort.
thank you Kay!
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Standing next to Kaidan Alenko was a distraction on a normal day. If this was a normal day, Norah Jean would have moved away from him by now.
This was not a normal day, and she can Kaidan are crammed into a closet in a bunker below the surface of some half charted planet on the edge of the traverse. He’d shoved her inside to avoid a grenade while her barrier and shields were down.
Then the door shut.
Then the door jammed.
It’s been thirty minutes.
“I think I could have handled the grenade.”
She didn’t have the room to properly glare at him, they were so close together. There wasn’t even space to turn around, she’s got just enough space to wiggle around a bit, but otherwise, she’s pressed right up against his chest. Even through armor it’s a very nice chest.
Fuck.
“Shepard, your barriers were completely down and your suit is already compensating for a gunshot wound to the thigh. Did you want to add a blast injury?”
She turns her glare to the wall.
“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”
The fizzle of their fields completely overlapping is driving her crazy.
The kind of crazy that makes her want to make a bad decision.
A very bad decision.
She shakes her head and takes a deep breath.
Damnit he even smells great. Is that cologne? Aftershave? It’s probably just his soap. If he smells this nice after sweating in his armor for 6 hours, how does he smell fresh out of the shower?
Nope.
No.
He is her direct subordinate and she is not going to entertain that train of thought.
They need to get out of here before she combusts.
“You good, Shepard? You’re getting real fidgety, and your heartrate’s through the roof.”
“Yeah. Just a touch of claustrophobia.”
“Huh, don’t see too many spacers with that.”
“Don’t see too many spacers locked in a closet with their lieutenant, without an inch to spare.”
Hopefully between the angle and her helmet, he can’t see her blush.
“Touche.”
“Hey, Ash, how’s that override coming along?”
“I think I’m almost there? I barely know what I’m doing out here.”
“As long as the door opens soon.”
A shrill beep sounds out and that’s all the warning they get before the door slides open and Kaidan nearly tumbles out.
Thank God.
Norah Jean follows him through the doorway, clapping a hand on Ashley’s shoulder, making for the airlock.
“Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven LT?”
Kaidan mutters something she doesn’t catch, and a quick glance over her shoulder tells her he’s blushing furiously.
She’s out the door and in the depressurizing airlock before she can figure out what he said. No need to know. However much she wants to.
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here’s something original that i just wrote and would not mind hearing some opinions on it - if it’s something worth continuing.
When I was younger, I remember meeting the princess. She was everything a princess should be with her long, dark brown hair falling down her back in elegant curls. She was beautiful, graceful, and seemingly much older than she really was.
The reason for her visit was unclear to me. Even to this day, I know not what the reason was. All I know was that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen with the most golden-brown eyes I had ever seen, ones that looked like honey. I remember her soft, melodic voice that held all the kindness in all of the four kingdoms when she spoke to me. I remember the first words she spoke to me.
“Young one, what color are your eyes?” she asked wonderingly, her eyes looking at me curiously.
“I am not sure,” I answered her honestly.
That is when my mom stepped into the conversation. “Green, blue, and gold,” my mom said for me. “I do not know what to call it.”
“Hazel,” the princess said with a hint of a smile on her lips. “You know what my father always told me about people who have green eyes?”
I looked at her excitedly, wondering what the king had said about people who had eyes like mine. “What?” I asked, eager to hear her answer.
“That they are the greatest warriors,” she told me with her chin raised looking as regal as I imagined she should. “That with proper training, they can see amazing things, incredible things, things that the rest of us could never imagine.”
“What kinds of things?” I wondered aloud.
She lifted one shoulder and then put it down. “My father never gave me specifics, but I do know that is a special gift that should be honored and respected.”
My mom was quick to say, “She is a servant to the lord of the west as her father and mother are. She will receive no respect.”
Everything in me fell in disappointment as I remembered my lot in life. My mom never hid the truth from me and told me in careful words what I was and what that meant for the rest of my life. I had the honor to serve Lord Tyron and his family. I was tasked with looking after the most important family second to the royal family.
The princess looked at my mother, no trace of a smile left on her face. “Why does that mean she shall receive no respect nor training? What her parents do for their keep shall not determine what she shall do.”
“Our family have been servants for four generation, my grace,” my mom told her, and I remember the shaking in her voice as she feared disagreeing with the princess. “Servants receive no respect here. Do they in your land?”
The princess’ face stayed serious, but she looked down as she had not the answer that she wanted.
“Precisely,” my mom continued. “There is no reason to raise her hopes for something that is entirely impossible.”
Suddenly, the princess looked at me with a hard face. “I will be back for you, dear. When you are old enough, I will be back.” And after that, she swiftly left our house, seemingly done with whatever business she had with my mother.
My mom knelt down beside the chair where I was sitting and looked me in the eyes. “My love, she will not come back, so please do not hope for it.”
I did not listen, for every day I hoped that the princess would come back for me.
Summary: Eddie tells you he wants to try something new, but so do you. [1.5k]
T/W: Smut!!! [18+ only!!!!!], Choking, Handjob, Switch Eddie, Fem reader
A/N: Another choking fic??? Hell yeah.
The room was quiet around you. The seconds turning into anxious minutes that felt like deadly hours. Each moment waiting was another wasted second. He was probably doing this on purpose, building your emotions so far up you'll be unquestionably obedient by the time he opens the door. The silence filling the space around you was deafening, the blood pumping in your ears getting louder with each heartbeat.
You couldn't play into his game, you won't. He wants to "try something different," then that's what you'll do. But it will be your way. You've waited weeks to build up the confidence, months of preparation and research, most of which was just memorizing every move he made.
The footsteps in the hallway were almost too quiet to hear if there were any other sounds to be heard. His eyes peering in the crack in the door looked like glowing orbs from a wolf waiting to devour its prey. He stuck his tongue between his teeth as he opened the door with a smile. "Think I've made you wait long enough...," his voice gravelly and deep. The smile turned venomous, his sultry charm immediately giving way to his dominance. He drew closer to your sitting position on the bed, a ringed finger gliding up your jawline to your cheekbone. Your body was quickly becoming jelly under his height. "Tonight... I want to see how many times I can make you cum before you use your safe word." You could feel your insides flutter, the thought alone sent warmth and wetness to your cunt.
"Actually," your voice shook and your cheeks reddened at the lack of confidence, "I want to try something different."
"Oh?" His eyes widened at you, waiting on your words. The few ideas you brought up became staples in the bedroom. It was you who suggested using handcuffs the first time, and now they were basically a part of your wardrobe behind closed doors.
"Yeah," the nerves finally subsiding. Your voice sounded like honey with the new found confidence bubbling inside you, making your body move of its own accord. You sat up from the bed, moving to stand beside him. He was still taller, but the look in his eyes flickered at this sudden change. Your fingers travelled up his sides to the collar of his shirt, the gentle touch sending chills through him. His eyes bore into yours, an unspoken challenge of power. You held his gaze, unwavering. "Strip."
The twitch in his eye presented his internal battle. He's never been told what to do by a partner. He was always in charge. But the way his cock kicked at your command told him this was worth trying.
Just when you thought he was about to put up a fight, he grabbed at his shirt, ripping it over his head and moving down to fumble with his belt before his shirt even hit the floor. His jeans and boxers fell in a heap around his ankles, the belt thumping against the floor below. He stepped out the pile, leaving his hands in fists at his sides, waiting on the next order. "Sit," you commanded. He sat on the edge of the bed without hesitance. The man who took control so easily, fell into the role of servant just as fast.
You placed a hand on the sheets next to his hip as you leaned over him, your lips just barely grazing his. "Tonight, I'm in control, and you're going to shut the fuck up. Got it?" He nodded slowly, his lower lip falling prisoner to his teeth. There were no thoughts of switching the situation on you. He was at your mercy, and all it took was a few simple words. His eyes were wide with anticipation, and something else you couldn't quite place. You knew Eddie well, but this was something new. Intimidation, perhaps?
Your other hand walked your fingers up his bare thigh starting at his knee. He didn't dare break eye contact as much as he wanted to. The closer your fingertips got to his aching cock, the harder he bit on his lip. His fingers rubbed the sheets below him, the pace growing quicker the closer you got to the location you both desired. Finally, your fingers reached his hip. The soft skin a milky white, flushed with his need. You waited a moment, giving him the same treatment he gave you earlier. The silence still brimming around you, ringing in both your ears, only cut by Eddie's heavy breath.
Then you gripped his base, a small grunt rumbling through his chest. You kept your grip firm as you slid your hand up to his tip. His eyelids fluttered. The arm holding your weight up pushed his shoulder, and he fell against the mattress with little effort. He almost looked boneless, putty in your hands. You spit onto his cock, the saliva pooling on his tip and gliding down his length. Your hand gripped him again, tugging with little friction. "I should challenge you tonight. See how many times I can make you cum before you use your safeword." You smirked up at his scrunched up face. He was enjoying this more than he thought.
Your hand quickened on his length, your wrist twisting at his tip. With each flick of your thumb against the underside of his mushroom tip, he jolted against the bed. The sweat forming on his hairline matted his curls and shined against the lights. His chest was blooming pink, the blood rushing to the surface in his neck. He was gripping the sheets beneath so tightly, his knuckles were turning white. The crease in his brows and the little whimpers escaping him fueled your fire. You climbed over him, straddling his thighs, wanting to feel them shake beneath you. His lip was caught between his teeth again, holding his sounds captive.
It was now or never. You placed your unoccupied hand against his neck, pushing with small effort. His mouth fell open at the new sensation. Your other hand never faltering, merely speeding up its pace. A choked out moan vibrates beneath your fingers, causing you to squeeze just a bit harder. He tilts his head back, giving more space to your hand on his neck. The schlick schlick sound of your hand gliding over him echoed around the room, flooding your cunt with desire. You were on your knees over him, your weight resting on his windpipe as your other hand glided over his cock.
A deep inhale and his eyes rolling back were the first cues before he exploded on his stomach, his juices squirting halfway up his torso. The muscles in his belly so flexed you could see them moving underneath his skin. His mouth was open in a silent moan, his fingers gripping the sheets so hard they were on the verge of ripping. You continued your ministrations against him, waiting for his cock to slow down but the fluid keeps coming, covering his stomach in splotches of white. He's shuddering beneath you, jolting with each inhale. Your fist continues until he's finally spent. His stomach covered in his release, threatening to drip to the sheets below.
You release his neck and he inhales deeply, a small chuckle released at the lack of feeling in his muscles. He's never cum so hard or so long in his life. He could've sworn he left his body for a second there.
Waiting for him to catch his breath, you kneeled over him, watching as he returned back to Earth with a deep flush on his cheeks. It was clear he was a goner for the rest of the night. His body still quivering with the aftershocks. He would do anything to have you dom him again after tonight.
No but imagine dancing with Eddie in his living room. It's three in the morning, all the lights are off, so the moonlight is your only source of light. You're only wearing one of his band tees and he's in nothing but a pair of boxers. The old staticky radio is playing old love songs, and he's twirling you around on your tiptoes. His hand settles on your lower back while your foreheads lean against each other taking in the moment
t/w: Smut [18+!!! Minors, i'll shoo you with a broom]; female reader, fingering, handjob, sleepy sex
It's one in the morning and you're finally climbing into bed after spending hours doing research for your job. Your eyes burn from staring at a laptop screen too long, and your fingers ache from the typing. The one thing you need now is your bed and a nice cuddle from your man.
He's curled up in the middle of the bed, little snores bouncing off the walls of your room. His face buried in the side of your pillow, your scent keeping his dreamlike state centered on you. A dream which was nearing the climax– his climax.
You undress down to your panties, too exhausted to find your pajamas in the dark room. Lifting the sheets and sliding in next to Joe, he curls his arm around your torso, pulling your back flush against his chest. His warmth envelopes you as your muscles relax into the mattress and into him.
His lips kiss your shoulder before he squeezes you closer. "Finished?" The grogginess of his voice perks your ear. You can never get enough of his deep and gravelly sleepy voice. He feels your body adjust against him, your ass lightly grinding his hard cock.
You reply with a sweet sigh, bringing his hand to your lips for a quick peck. Your aware of him poking your ass, but don't want to bring attention to it if he's too tired. However, the feeling of him right behind you, his body hot and ready to go, won't let you sleep. It isn't until you feel his hips slightly grind into you from behind that you're made aware he can't sleep either.
A soft moan whispers behind your ear at a harder thrust into you. His cock might be awake, but the rest of his body is still half-asleep and he's losing the ability to grind his hips. He flips onto his back, sliding a hand into his boxers to palm at his length. As quiet as he's trying to be, the moans and grunts escaping him can't be tamed. He begins pumping, slowly, to keep his sounds at bay.
You, on the other hand, still lay with your back to him, smiling at his symphony of moans. It wasn't long before you also turn on your back, looking at him with hungry eyes. His hand never ceases the movements giving him pleasure. If anything, it moves faster with your eyes now on him. Your hand dips below the sheets into your panties, finding your bundle and drawing quick circles. Despite the ache in your fingers, the pleasure is welcomed.
Joe pulls the sheets lower off your bodies to get a view of your chest. He licks his lips, looking at you for approval before bending over to suck on your nipple. Your fingers speed up and a moan escapes you, causing him to grip harder on his length. He grunts against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.
As wonderful as this is, you're not nearing release, and neither is he. You remove your hand from your underwear, sliding them off and watch as he does the same. In any other situation, you'd be climbing each other by now, but your body's sore. You spit on your hand and find his cock under the sheets, biting your lip as the groan he lets out. One hand fists at the sheets below him as his other moves between your legs.
His middle finger dips between your folds, feeling your juices leaking from you. He circles your clit before sliding back down your entrance. Your hand grips tightly against him, playing at the dip underneath his tip. He hisses, placing his unoccupied hand on top of yours to still the movements. He refuses to come before you, and he was leaning dangerously over the edge.
With the movement on his length paused, he gives his full attention to you, pumping his fingers in and out in a rhythm that has your squirming. He can no longer handle not seeing your cunt swallow his digits, and finally kicks off the sheets covering your bodies. With your nakedness in full view, he continues his motions again, his thumb finding your clit. Your hand begins pumping him again with purpose.
His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open as he nears his climax. The vein in his throat juts out, and the muscles in his belly grow taut. Your legs shake against his as his movements pick up pace. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally reached your peak. The white hot pleasure nearly clouding your ability to hear Joe moaning out beside you as droplets of cum splattered your hand and his stomach. You both did your best to keep your hands moving on each other to ride out your orgasms, faltering for a second or two.
You helped each other through your climaxes, his hand stopping your movements on his length when it became too much, and the hand on you pulling his fingers out at the same time. You lay beside each other catching your breaths, feeling the exhaustion seep into your muscles finally.
Joe uses his discarded boxers to clean himself off before pulling the sheets back over your bodies. You flip onto your side again with him right behind you. He throws his arm over your waist and kisses your shoulder. This time, you both find sleep.
