#eddie x charlie

[ianthoni]

They invented heart eyes

[asuperconfusedgirl]

how I read the most toe-curling, spine-shattering, nerve-wrecking, nastiest smut ever written in this god forsaken app

[notsopersonalcharlie]

steddie’s first kiss but Wayne is in the kitchen doing something and he looks back every so often while eddie animatedly explains what he’s going to do in his new campaign (steve didn’t actually care all that much in the beginning he was just reading a book El had given him and looked up and happened to ask eddie what he was doing and now ed has been talking for fifteen minutes straight) and Wayne turns to look as eddie gets more excited about something and steve is just looking at him so softly with big lovey eyes and Wayne could see it coming a mile away when steve just grabbed eddie’s face and kisses his lips and both of them pull away with shocked looks on their faces and then eddie goes in for another and Wayne just grabs his plate and coffee and gets the hell out

Update: Here it is i wrote it

[mamibaddie]

Warning: panty-stealing, subliminal mention of a threesome, some SMUT 18+ only please!

Imagine Eddie and Charlie being friends with one another. They share a mutual love for horror movies. Eddie, who is more free-spirited and knows (a little bit) more about sex than Charlie, is the one that helps Charlie feel a bit more empowered in his own sexuality. They both tell each other everything, so it surprises Eddie when he comes across a pair of red lace underwear under the bed that definitely isn’t Charlie’s.

“Hey, I couldn’t find the 2012 version of ‘The Thing’ but I found the 1982 one…” Charlie stopped in his tracks. Eddie was holding up the pair of red lace underwear with his index finger.

“Some underwear you got here. And by the looks of it…it seems to be your guilty pleasure.” Eddie said with a smirk. Charlie was flustered, turning a beet red color. He couldn’t believe Eddie found his secret. Then again, he could. He’s always been a little nosy.

Charlie didn’t know what quite to say. He must’ve looked like a fish out of water, his lips closing and opening to get ready to say something. But his brain stopped working.

“So what store did you steal them from this time?” Eddie asked, as he flopped down on Charlie’s bed, laying on his side. You see, Charlie had a knack for stealing women’s underwear from numerous stores. It could be Victoria’s Secret, Target, you name it. But these particular underwear wasn’t stolen from a store.

“They’re…um… I didn’t steal them from a store.”

The silence in the room was loud. You could see Eddie’s gears turning in his mind. Trying to connect the mystery pieces together with what vague information Charlie provided.

“If you didn’t steal them from a store…then that must mean….” Eddie jumped up, wide eyed, sporting a smile.

“You got them from fucking…” Eddie snapped his fingers trying to come up with the name, as if he hasn’t committed it to memory. It took about five seconds before Eddie blurted out your name. Charlie closed his eyes and deeply sighed.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?! Tell me, what was it like?” Eddie sat with his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Was she like, “oh-oh Charlie, fuck you’re sooo good. Fuck me like you do in your fantasies!!’” Eddie did a poor imitation of what your voice might sound like. Though, Charlie wouldn’t know.

“I didn’t fuck her.” He came out and said.

“What do you mean you didn’t fuck her?”

“I mean…” Charlie said snatching the underwear from Eddie’s hand and placing it in his nightstand, “I didn’t fuck her. I just…took it from her drawer..”

Eddie looked at him for a second and then howled with laughter before clapping his hands and placing one of them on his shoulders. “I’m rubbing off on you more and more…. No pun intended by the way.” Charlie moved his shoulder away from him. He felt like a creep. There he was in your dorm, the only reason he was there was because of a group project for class. You had asked him if he needed any water. Charlie said yes please, he did feel a bit thirsty, just not for water. While you were downstairs, he looked around your room. He scanned through the photos that were hung, the many rings that you wear, even the perfume that you had; to which he sprayed some on the inside of his shirt so he can smell you once he gets home. Until he got to your dresser. A little bit of red peeking out. He looked towards the door and turned his ear to hear if you were coming in soon. You weren’t. So, curiosity got the best of him. He opened your drawer and there they were. He didn’t even think twice before quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in his back pocket.

After Charlie told Eddie exactly how he got his hands on them, Eddie wore a wolffish grin. Charlie laughed, “why are you looking like that?”

Eddie replied, “We should try to win her over.”

Charlie went wide-eyed and shook his head “no, no. I don’t think so. She doesn’t roll like that.”

Eddie shrugged, “you never know. We can always just ask her. If she’s not with it, no worries. But if she is….”

Charlie couldn’t help but think about it. It did sound enticing, kissing you, touching you… he can’t say he hasn’t entertained the thought of being inside of you. How he’d loved to feel you wrapped around him. Him moaning and whimpering in your ear about how soft and wet you are. God, it must feel like Heaven.

“I think junior likes the idea too.” Eddie said. Charlie furrowed his brows and looked at him in confusion. Eddie pointed at his pants. Charlie looked down and seen a bulge beginning to form on his pants.

Charlie sighed and mumbled “shut up” before making his way to the bathroom.

“Hey,” Eddie called after him.

“What?!” Charlie replied, frustrated beyond belief.

Eddie went into Charlie’s nightstand and pulled out the infamous underwear. He threw it at Charlie.

“Don’t forget your inspiration.”

[matxhstixkers]

i love making my sad 30-40 year old bisexual men pine for eachother

[hypnautic-cereal]

Damn, if I had a nickel for every time I shipped a yellow and purple character together, I would have three nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened thrice

(I consider Pim as mauve which is kind of purple, kind of pink, so I’m lumping him into the purple category)

[pixelsproject]

『VS. Series』 Palette Swap Bases

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SOURCES ↴ VS. Series (Arcade) backgrounds uploaded by @the2dstagesfg (Tumblr) VS. Series (Arcade) character sprites uploaded to Emu Gif Animation (emugif.com)

[stoppingoftheheart]

OTPs are like drugs, and im addicted to several of them

[buckley-simp]

Pov: Robin Buckley's camera roll 📸

[suzieloveships]

So my sister does not like monster/interspecies romance which sucks because I absolutely adore them. She judge me for shipping symbrock, I judge her for not understanding why symbrock is the greatest ship ever, we have this fun dynamic going on.

Her opinion on this does not stop me from talking to her about my weird ship (she talk to me about hers so we are even) and that's how we end up with this conversation

(for context we are Polish and using XD is still a part of texting culture here)

I'm this close 🤏 to finding here limit. I will get her to understand the genius of monsterfucking, just you wait

[wannabemurdock]

Hi,

I want to attempt kinktober without placing too hard expectations on myself so hopefully I’ll post everyday but if not, that’s okay!

I will be posting 31 p*rn links for 31 days each with a little prompt.

If you have any requests send them through.

find all my other work here

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Day 1: Matt Murdock + pussy worship

Day 2: Rick Grimes + handcuffs

Day 3: Bucky Barnes + soft sex

Day 4: Daryl Dixon + overstimulation

Day 5: Frank Castle + housewife kink

Day 6: Charlie Weasley + bathroom sex

Day 7: Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) + bondage

Day 8: Sirius Black + face riding

Day 9: Kate Bishop + tit worship

Day 10: Negan Smith + thigh riding

Day 11: George Weasley + caught masturbating

Day 12: Wanda Maximoff + bondage

Day 13: Daryl Dixon + face sitting

Day 14: Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

Day 15: Fred Weasley + begging

Day 16: Eddie Munson + exhibitionism

Day 17: Daryl Dixon + cockwarming

Day 18: Natasha Romanoff + bl00d kink

Day 19: Steve Rogers + rough sex

Day 20: Daryl Dixon + bathtub sex

Day 21: Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome

Day 22: Charlie Weasley + throat fucking

Day 23: Matt Murdock + office sex

Day 24: Foggy Nelson + lingerie

Day 25: Bucky Barnes + knife kink

Day 26: Sirius Black + mirror hand job

Day 27: Maggie Rhee & Rosita Espinosa + threesome

Day 28: Peter Parker + fingering

Day 29: Natasha Romanoff + praise kink

Day 30: Foggy Nelson + cockwarming

Day 31: Charlie Weasley + edging

[xenon-demon]

breaking the ice

written for the prompt 'pool' | word count: 442 | rating: T | cw: swearing, alcohol mention (they're in a bar), suggestive flirting but nothing explicit, background rockie (robin/vickie)

A/N: if you're not aware already, @steddiemicrofic is doing a monthly challenge where you get a prompt and a (strict!) word count between 300-600 words, so this is written for the july prompt! this was a Lot of fun and i highly recommend giving it a shot if you have time <3 also if you don't play pool: 'breaking'/'the break' is what it's called when you start the game by hitting the cue ball into the rest of the balls to scatter them.

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One of Steve’s favorite things about Vickie is her knack for finding really cool places to hang out.

Tonight, the three of them have landed at a pool lounge. Steve hasn’t played pool in years, not since he moved out of his parents’ home and lost access to their table. Robin has never played a game of pool in her life, so Vickie – apparently a regular here – is oh-so-generously offering to teach her. Steve can see the flush spreading across Robin’s face from the other side of the table, so he excuses himself to head to the bar for a drink; he doesn’t want to get hit by a stray pool cue while Robin's distracted.

Steve orders himself a beer, aiming to thread the needle between “sober enough to drive them home later” and “drunk enough to third wheel without crying about it”. He loiters at the bar after getting his drink, not wanting to interrupt the girls, when the loud clatter of pool balls catches his attention.

Steve turns his head towards the noise and oh, shit. There’s a guy a couple tables over who’s just broken, pool balls spinning out across the table, but that’s not where Steve’s looking. He’s looking at the man’s ass in those jeans as he leans forward – the sight makes something in Steve want to sink his teeth in. Steve watches the guy straighten up and pace around the table, evaluating the outcome of his break. It lets Steve take in the rest of him; the glint of his rings under the dim lights, the dark curly hair cascading around his shoulders, the doe-like eyes that are looking right at Steve.

The guy grins. Winks at Steve.

Game on, Steve thinks.

“I think this is supposed to be a two-player game,” Steve says as he reaches the guy’s table. He somehow looks even better up close.

“Maybe I like playing with myself," says the guy, giving Steve a (pretty blatant, if you ask Steve) once-over. Well, if he wants shameless, Steve can absolutely do shameless. It might even distract him from how nice the guy's voice is.

“Maybe so. But I think you're looking for someone else to do it for a change." That lights a spark in the guy's eyes, a flash of hunger that darkens them. He leans in. 

“I'm Eddie. What's your name, pretty boy?" Something swoops in Steve's gut at the pet name.

"Steve."

"So, Steve," Eddie drawls, his eyes flicking down to Steve's lips momentarily. "Think you can handle playing with me?"

Steve smiles, wide and eager. "Only if you buy me a drink when I win."

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

It's probably not a popular opinion, but I don't think Eddie would like Jonathan. Even after everything, Jonathan still scoffs at Steve, especially at the idea of Steve being mature. Eddie would get along with Argyle, but Jonathan? Nah. I mean, surely Will would have told him some of the things that Steve has done, like driving them around, letting them into movies, taking a beating from Hargrove for them, getting tortured by Russians. He still doesn't like him? Jonathan, you stole Nancy from him, and he didn't say shit about it. I just wonder if he's still mad about Steve breaking his camera. What are you talking about? No, Eddie did NOT write this post.

I don't know, I could see Eddie, Jonathan, and Argyle smoking together, and then Jonathan makes a comment about how Eddie could do better. Maybe I just like drama because I could see Eddie getting pissed about that.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Any suggestions for writer's block? I just started writing a Charlie Weasley story and whenever I thought of it it felt so cool but as soon as I started writing it it was horrible 😂 and now I hate it but I don't want to delete it because maybe I'm just cranky and I'll like it or I can fix it later so idk what to do 😂😂😂😂

send me some DIALOGUES? or ask for some PREVIEWS?

this has helped in the past so idk maybe? you can see all of my WIPs here and you can ask for dialogues from any of these lovable goofballs! Thank you 😊😊

(I'd love some post-Azkaban Sirius Black but really just anyone)

[captainlunaxmen]

MASTERLIST

Stranger things

Steddie

My Safe Place. (One shot)

Be My Queen. (Completed)

Steve Harrington

Just a Little more. (Part 2)

Eddie Munson

The Lady and The Lord. (Completed)

Billy Hargrove

No Complaints. (One shot)

Wizarding world

Charlie Weasley masterlist

Bill weasley

Eyes

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

All for the Cameras (on going)

Dark!Coriolanus Snow

First sight (one shot)

Dodge Mason and Ray Hall

Panic 2.0 (on going)

[static-scribblez]

“..Mr Dear? Mr Dear, are you listening? Mr Dear? … Mr Dear??”

“What. Who. Where?”

“Eddie..! ….. Eddie are you there, why aren’t you answering? Eddie..?”

“I think I need to go home.”

“UHH HAPPY HOMEWORMIN- 🎉🎉”