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I’ve been so depressed lately that combatively I’ve been listening to the most netflix original music ever and honestly it’s kind of making me feel better
#muna silk chiffon#blood orange you’re not good enough#caroline polachek so hot you’re hurting my feelings#they’re SO netflix original coded#also honorary mention: sky ferreira everything is embarrassing
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fanfic titles be like “we have not touched the stars (nor are we forgiven)” and then you look at the tags & the first one is “anal fisting”
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OMGOMGOMG I’m feeling faint HAHAHA
menace!eddie is calling to me🫣 for wip weekend could I pretty please get a little peek into🍒!! ty<3
Hiii @m0llygunn! <3 This is semi smut-adjacent just for you ;)
🍒 Uptight!Perfectionist!Reader x Menace!Eddie (18+ only)
He loved seeing you lose control when your rigid facade finally gave way, leaving you warm and wet and needy, just for him.
No one else at the party would have ever believed that he had the perfect Miss Goody-Two-Shoes spread out on the guest room bed grinding her pussy on his tongue.
It was fine. Out there in polite company you were free to pretend you didn’t want him, but in that moment your body couldn’t lie.
…there’s also more of them here
from wip weekend
dividers by saradika-graphics
#menace through and through I know it#I also just love miss goody two shoes used in an antagonizing way like😭😭😭😭
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📚
hi!!! thank you for sending in a wip weekend ask!! <33333
📚�� a job well done pt. 2 (finished part one can be found here ◡̈ )
“More,” you beg.
“Do you want to…”
“Please,” you whine. His hand on your waist encourages you backwards. He helps you lay down, one of his hands cradling the crown of your head, careful to not bump you on anything. With your back flat to the carpet you squeeze your eyes shut, really giving yourself up to every feeling in your body.
His hands cascade down. Touching, feeling your bare skin. Lingering where your shirt lifts around your belly. Fingers tickling around the waistband of your shorts.
wip weekend!
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It was hard to choose, but I’d love a little sneak peek of 💦 Such a delicious premise ;)
Hi!!!! hehe i'm glad you think so! This one is definitely very very very smut based😌 Thank you for sending in an ask <3333
This is a continuation of 💦 from here, if you would like to read that too :)
💦 — college au
“Yeah. You’re obviously in love with me. Stupid for my cock before you even had it.
“I don’t — oh fuck,” you gasp again as he presses back in, this time angling upwards, stroking your g-spot. “Eddie.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t put out on the first date.”
“No?” he laughs. “That’s a surprise.”
“I’m not — Eddie, I’m not a slut.”
“Just a slut for me?”
Fuck it. “Yeah,” you agree.
wip weekend!
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don’t mind me I may just turn up in different disguises to request them all 👀
👋 please thank you
hahahaha omg i'm keeping an eye out for trench coat and fake moustache wearing anons hehe🥸 thank you for asking <3
this is a continuations of 👋 from here, if you would like to read that too :)
👋 — lend a hand
“There,” you sigh contently, pressing one last pump. It’s definitely overkill, but he doesn’t seem to mind when you drop the bottle to the other side of the mattress and take him in your hand again, spreading the slippery, creamy mess everywhere.
From the sheer amount of lotion, it’s completely frictionless, just pure slick movements as your palm slides along the smooth, velvet skin of his cock. Eddie is far from silent, letting out choked huffs and grunts that stick in his chest and get muffled behind his harshly bitten bottom lip.
You flick your eyes upwards quickly, keeping your hand moving. “You can make noise, y’know?”
Eddie stiffens, meeting your gaze. “Y-yeah,” he shugs shyly, “s’just, feels really good.”
wip weekend
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Ooooooh for WIP weekend please may I ask for:
👋
(and if that’s taken I’ll very happily have:)
💦
Hi Kittie! I'll give you a little from both ◡̈ Thank you for asking hehe <3
👋 — lend a hand
“Jesus,” he gasps, jolting as you press the pump of the lotion bottle, letting the thick moisturizer land on the head of his cock. He squirms, sucking in a breath as it melts down his length. “That’s cold,” he huffs.
“Don’t be a baby,” you tut, pumping another squirt.
“Okay — alright,” he scolds half heartedly as the creamy lotion messily leaks down, pooling on his lower belly.
💦 — college au
(This one is all really short sentences so I wrote a little more hehe) “I owe you a date?”
“Yes. You owe me a date. A real date.”
“I — We’re not —”
“That’s the new deal. You already agreed.”
“The new deal is — fuck,” you gasp as he shifts, pulling out, teasing you with a short stroke. “The new deal is that I owe you a date?”
wip weekend!
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For wip weekend,
⚾️ - Home-run please??? ☺️
Hiiii Gia!! Of course! I do have to admit though, I finished this one a while ago but I was editing it (and also not sure if anybody would like it lol) so I'm just throwing in one of the last parts I edited here! Thank you <3
⚾️ - Home-run
“Maybe,” you mumble — because maybe you should beat him up. Not just an accidental bat swing to the cheekbone like nearly a decade ago. Some real punches. God knows he deserves it.
“Maybe,” he mocks. “And then what?”
“Shut up,” you roll your eyes.
“You’ll kiss it all better in the dugout.”
You did kiss it better in the dugout. That’s one of the more innocent things you did with him there — but that was nearly a decade ago. Things are different now.
WIP weekend!
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・✫・.・✭・wip weekend✭・.・✫・
The weekend is almost over, but thank you @mediocredreams for tagging me <3
rules: send me an emoji or title from the list below, and i’ll write 2-5 sentences for that wip!
👋 - lend a hand — friends to lovers, eddie breaks both his arms and you lend a hand ;)
📚 - a job well done — pt. 2
🧮 - persistent!eddie helps you with your college math work and in doing so, he gains a new attractiveness that you never seemed to notice before. you want to thank him :)
⚾️ - Home-run — amateur baseball coded, sort of angsty, sort of ambiguous bestfriends/situationship second chance?
📺 - roommates au — the tv breaks and whatever could you both do to fill the time?? (this is the 'i can't believe you have a penis fic' lol)
💦 - college au — Eddie catches you meddling with test scores. In exchange for his silence, you present him with an offer that includes letting him get off to you in your underwear😌
🤨 - enemies to lovers smut, lots of banter!
tagging everybody who wants to do it! the weekend is almost over but it definitely could be wip weekday lol
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to my core I am a music lover but I literally don’t understand how people can do things and listen to music like one at a time please I can’t focus😭
#if music is playing while I’m trying to do something I get really really really annoyed like evil kind of annoyed lol#I love music but I’m really into silence too#I’ve been really into silence lately#ugh silence#love silence
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please I’m crying this is so beautiful🥲
how i think bestfriend!eddie would take care of you when you're feeling depressed.
i've been feeling down lately, and the thought of just being in eddie's company while he does his own thing, sounds so comforting. he understands where you are- he’s been there, and his presence is like a soothing balm made for you.
like i'd imagine him coming to pick you up- knowing how you're feeling, & bring you over to his place so he could 'just chill with his best friend!' -AKA watch over you, make sure you were okay.
you'd end up lying in his bed- snuggled up and tucked in, his soft sheets & heavy blankets keeping you safe, while your head rests on a fluffed up pillow that smells like him. you press your cheek into it further.
you don't feel like thinking or doing anything at the moment, and you're thankful eddie is more than okay with that. he encourages you to get some rest, particularly from your own brain.
he moseys in and out of his room for a bit, letting you decompress best you can- there if you need him, in another room if you prefer some space.
you listen to the fan humming in the corner while you nestle yourself further into the covers, lavishing in the coziness of his bed. if you really focus, you can hear the low sounds of music drifting in from the living room- some oldies record eddie must've gotten from wayne, you guess.
and when he pops his head in to ask the occasional question, you feel the slight curl of your lips moving upward, the closest thing to a smile in quite some time.
eventually you start to let yourself drift in and out. you don't know it of course, but every so often those big brown eyes peek in to steal a glance at you, just to check in. he's happy to see your slow breaths, along with his blanket clutched to your chest as you sleep. he'd let you stay in his favorite spot as long as you needed.
a couple hours pass when you blink your eyes open again, getting a good stretch in when you hear the sounds of eddie moving around in the kitchen. there's something that feels nice about it, warm. you like the reminder that he’s still there with you, doing his own thing- there for you whenever you need.
"eds?" you call out, voice groggy.
it's only a few seconds later when you hear his footsteps shuffling down the hall, the soft thud of a heavy glass is placed next to you, and you already know what he wants before he says "just try and drink half the glass. for me? gotta drink your water, baby." he looks at you with those brown eyes, warm and full.
you let out a small sigh, but manage to prop yourself up, leaning on an elbow to get it over with. once you’ve finished the glass, you meet those loving eyes that gaze down at you as he gives you a sincere "thank you, sweetheart.”
a small meal and a shower later, you return to his room, leaning against the doorframe while he throws on a pair of pajama bottoms.
he senses your presence and turns to give you that sweet grin, asking if you wanted an oversized shirt to wear. he knows you too well.
“yes, please,” you nod, satisfied with his offer.
once you’re decent, he opens his eyes, watching you climb back into bed to get cozy.
he chooses to settle in next to you, grabbing his acoustic, he lays it flat at the foot of the bed.
“you need anything else for the night, sweet girl?”
“no, i’m okay, thank you, eds. wouldn’t mind a cuddle, though.”
“you got it.” he scoots closer and wraps a strong arm around your waist, eventually moving his hand to your crown.
he says nothing for a while, and neither do you. you fall back into his tender touch, fingertips tracing along your scalp, nails lightly scratching up and down, back and forth giving you goosebumps.
“that okay?” he asks you.
“mmhm. ‘s really nice...feel like i could fall asleep again,” you hum.
“fall asleep, i’ll be here,” he whispers, lips ghosting your ear.
you let yourself rest in his arms, content and peaceful with not needing to say anything else. until eddie does.
“sweetheart, just want you to know that- i’ll always be here, okay? i know what you’re feeling, and it will lift. you don’t have to be alone for it all, okay?”
“i know won’t always be alone,” you respond without hesitation, grabbing his hand, you give it a squeeze, “i know i have you. i love you, eds.” he squeezes back, “love you too, sweetheart.”
a warm kiss to your cheek makes your lips turn into a full-blown smile. you stay cozied up to him for the rest of the night, eventually getting lulled back to sleep from the soft strums of his guitar and the warm voice from your favorite person.
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All you do is whine
untrue i also suffer, rot, wail, wallow, haunt, mourn and rage
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the soft cotton of eddie’s shirt wraps you up as you sit on his bed, arms wrapped around your knees that are pulled to your chest, awaiting his long journey back from the kitchen. you smile in contentment as a light breeze drifts in through his windows, painting over your body, a welcome breath of spring.
you loved cozy nights like this with eddie. hanging out with your best friend almost always turned into a sleepover, and it typically always went the same way. he’d tell you ‘might as well just stay over’, offer you something of his to wear, cook dinner for you both, and let you pick out a movie. or in this case, pick a record to throw on.
his footsteps grow louder as he makes his way back, while the sounds of one of these nights by the eagles float out through his speakers.
“kay, got your water refilled, and snacks replenished,” he says proudly, a beautiful and happy grin on his face.
“thank you, eds.” you smile back at him, fuzz and warmth filling your chest from his simple, sweet gesture.
and it wouldn’t be long until he made his way next to you in bed. talking for hours, moments of silence, making each other laugh, and exchanging confessions until you both started to get sleepy. you’d notice him scooting closer. and closer. neither of you had addressed it yet, you’d just end up in each others arms somehow, a press of his lips here and there before he’d be holding you, tight and warm as you drifted off.
he promised himself, one of these nights the only confession he’d have to share was how fucking hard he’d fallen for you.
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