hiiiii horny train is here.
thinking about eddie’s thick ass fingers. you’re sat on his bed in his room as he practices on his guitar, sitting cross legged on the ground. and all you can do is stare at his fingers as he plays, squirming as you think of how good they feel in you, on you… and he doesn’t notice how flustered you are right way, too distracted until he hears you whimper quietly. immediately glancing up to see you pressing your legs together, a small smirk on his face as he realizes what you’re staring at. “feeling needy sweets?”
i’m totally normal about his hands
GAH
STINK R U IN MY BRAIN ?!
god his fingers are so thick. warm and calloused from hard work, and you can feel his rough fingertips on your skin when he wraps a gentle hand around your throat, softly squeezing when your eyes flutter. “uh-uh, gimmie your eyes, sweetheart— there we go,” he hums, weight pressing into you as he leans over your body.
you whine when you feel his rough fingertips dusting across your lips, he doesn’t have to tell you to open your mouth because you’re greedy and so fucking needy as you wrap your lips around his thick digits. they taste like the metal from the strings of his guitar and the clicking of his rings against your teeth sends shivers down your spine, but you don’t care because eddie’s giving you soft gentle coos of praise. he tightens his hold, presses his fingers in more against your tongue and hums, “open up, baby, let me see that pretty throat open for me.”