Your knuckles whitened on the clothes rail in the changing room as Eddie pounded into you, his fist stuffed into your mouth, his own mouth biting down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. There was no sound except stifled moans and harsh breathing as he roughly fucked you into oblivion.
You'd only asked him to come and take a look at the lingerie you wanted, and the next thing you knew, you were bent over with your ass in the air, and Eddie balls deep inside of you.
Staying quiet was near impossible, which was why Eddie had his hand crammed in your mouth, trying to stifle your moans. You couldn't believe he had reduced you to this kind of sordidness in a public place. But fuck, it felt so good. You could feel him hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, his balls smacking lewdly against your ass. It was a miracle nobody had heard anything, or come to investigate. All you could do right now was arch and writhe against Eddie's hard thrusts, your orgasm approaching, building to its inevitable peak.
Eddie's name was muffled under his own hand, as you felt yourself let go, shuddering,your knees quaking with the enormity of it. Behind you, Eddie buried his face in your neck, nothing more than a barely audible groan coming from him as he spilled into you.
After, Eddie pulled out, using your discarded underwear to wipe you both clean, then he started chuckling.
'Next time, sweetheart, don't call me in to one of these places to look at sexy underwear. Or, actually...please do."
I wrote this earlier, apologies if it's stupid. It just came out.
An open letter to Eddie Munson:
Dear Eddie,
I was 9 years old when I first got into metal. My mum had passed away a few months before the Black Album was released, and my brother got it on cassette when it came out (remember those?). He had the bedroom next to mine and he blared that thing from morning to night. It was my first experience of metal, and I think that maybe I was looking for an outlet to express grief I didn't really understand. I ended up borrowing that album so much, my brother eventually caved and just let me have it. It helped. Metal is a healer. People don't realise that.
When you marched across a cafeteria table and into my life, it reminded me of that healing process. It reminded me of a metalhead I went to school with who also refused to conform. It helped me all over again. YOU helped me.
You got me into DnD. You helped me realise all over again that you don't need to be 'cool' or 'popular', to matter. You weren't just the hero of a TV show. You are MY hero.
I wrote this earlier, apologies if it's stupid. It just came out.
An open letter to Eddie Munson:
Dear Eddie,
I was 9 years old when I first got into metal. My mum had passed away a few months before the Black Album was released, and my brother got it on cassette when it came out (remember those?). He had the bedroom next to mine and he blared that thing from morning to night. It was my first experience of metal, and I think that maybe I was looking for an outlet to express grief I didn't really understand. I ended up borrowing that album so much, my brother eventually caved and just let me have it. It helped. Metal is a healer. People don't realise that.
When you marched across a cafeteria table and into my life, it reminded me of that healing process. It reminded me of a metalhead I went to school with who also refused to conform. It helped me all over again. YOU helped me.
You got me into DnD. You helped me realise all over again that you don't need to be 'cool' or 'popular', to matter. You weren't just the hero of a TV show. You are MY hero.
eddie munson is a gift to all the weird kids, the queer kids, the alt kids, the neurodivergent kids, the burnt-out gifted kids, the traumatised kids, the “friendly but awkward” kids, the “sensitive” kids, the kids who love and care about everyone but have no clue how to show it, the kids who will do anything to make sure no one hurts as much as they do, and the kids who are fighting to be proud of who they are despite the world trying to make them feel ashamed. kids like me, kids like you. eddie munson is a fucking gift
Reading a review of the Netflix documentary How To Be A Cult Leader, and narrator Peter Dinklage's voice was described as a 'honeyed timbre', and where's the lie in that? That man should narrate EVERYTHING.
The absolute devastation and heartbreak on Tyrion's face when he finds Shae in his father's bed, is too much to bear. Honestly, I weep for him every time. As betrayals go, this was just the absolute worst, lowest thing she could have done to him. But what a beautifully expressive actor Peter Dinklage is. 💔💔😭
People are reacting like Peter Dinklage personally forced Disney to make this decision. He NEVER SAID that he didn't want actors with dwarfism to be hired..just that he didn't want people like him to be treated like stereotypes. 😡❤️
Why are people getting pissy at Peter Dinklage because Disney are not hiring actors with dwarfism for their Snow White remake anymore??...If anyone bothered listening to that interview properly, they would know that Peter never had any objection to hiring them, as long as they weren't treated or portrayed as stereotypes. Disney's decision is not Peter's fault at all. 😕