#listen to dooby ok ^^?

[magicwordorchestra]

[thesmilershoptv]

i wish all coaster/park private collectors a very go explode

you cannot call yourself an actual museum if you do this greedy shit dude be so fr???

[blogfullofemos]

That's NOT Music

*Ok so this is just a little headcannon event I believe would happen between Eddie and reader* Rated E for everyone.

Okay so hear me out... You and Eddie become the best of friends because "Your art is like SSSOOO out there and its scary you don't even dooo drugs man... Like not even a lick off a Mary-Wanna leaf." as Eddie so educatedly states. But when it comes to music.... Oh when it comes to music.

See Eddie is into Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, ANYTHING THAT CONSISTS OF BANSHEE WAILS FROM A GUITAR'S MOUTH!! But you.... YOU were into 'glam-rock'.

"A putrid stain resting on a dragon's shithole that when it farts. It sounds like Steven Tyler's iconic wail." as Eddie once again, states.

"Have you even listened to it? Like sit and fully give it a chance?" you push at him. Eddie stares at you with a dimpled smile but the light in his eyes, dim. Yeah he checked out before you even started. "EDDIE!!" you yell at him, highly annoyed by his blatant stubbornness.

"Aerosmith is sooo not-."

"Okay but have you heard of Bon Jovi?" you cut him off before he went on another 'fuck glam-rock' tangent. Eddie leans back and places his fingers on his chin, his music rolodex spinning as he scrambles for some semblance of a.... Bonjo? Banjo?

~~~

"THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL MUSIC?!!" Eddie yells, as he rips the earbud out of his left ear. Making the other pop out of your right ear, landing hard onto the kitchen counter and next to your CD player. "EDS!!" you exclaim, swatting his shoulder even harder.

"OUCHIE!!! Never would've guessed you were heavy-handed." he says rubbing the area you hit and leaning away from you. You check the earbuds, as they are sooo easy to break, and yup. The right one (the one Eddie had on) is barely audible. "This band is so mediocre. Simple chords, simple song-writing, and-." his voice dies off as you slowly look at him with dagger eyes. His brain quickly rendering his mistake. BUT!! He couldn't control it. It was just sooo. Natural. He bites his index finger as he gives puppy eyes "Whoops." he winces.

~~~

So now, Steve and Eddie go for a night drive in Steve's beat-up convertible. The radio lowly playing whatevers popular to the masses, as they both share a doobie. Eddie listening to Steve deciphering the female mind out loud when a hint of a guitar sound peeks through. "HOLD ON!!" Steve yells, turning the volume up so the guitar riff plays stronger.

Eddie knew, from the beating you gave him afterwords, that this was Bon Jovi. Steve taps onto the steering wheel "ITS ALL THE SAME, ONLY THE NAMES WILL CHANGE!!" Steve sings along as Eddie whips his head to the betrayal he was hearing.

"EVERYDAY IT SEEMS WE'R-!!" Steve continues giving little looks and egging Eddie to sing along.

"No.. No FUCKING way man."

"WHERE THE FACES ARE SO COLD!!"

"NO STEVE!! THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU, THEY TRY WITH THESE-!!"

"COME ON HELLFIRE I NEED A BACK UP!! I'M A COWBOY!!"

Eddie bites his bottom lip because FUCK!! Not like this... Please to the Iron Maiden artwork Gods.. Not... Like... "DEAD OR ALIVEEE!!" they both belt.

"FUCK YEAH MAN!!" Steve exclaims, stepping on the gas pedal as Eddie hides his face in utter shame.

Look at what you've done. Now he's definitely going to force you to listen to Metallica.

[taniushka12]

giving you some bollywood song recs bc I've been on a nostalgia binge of ones I watched growing up (i can't send links directly through asks so I'll dm you subtitled links for them but Ek Ladki Chahiye, Dhoom Tana, Zoobi Doobi, and Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (title track)

Ek Ladki Chahiye (x) (had the two videos playing simultaneously the first one w/o sound for the full experience 👌)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

Dhoom Tana

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

(not extremely fan of the music but the video is sweet ;w; ♥)

Zoobi Doobi

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

THANK YOU!! I love listening to music from other countries ♥♥♥ even if they aren't my type I still appreciate it :') Ek Ladki Chahiye though is VERY catchy and I like it a lot, ill probably listen to it again in the future ♥

[send me a song rec!]

[hyvee]

Here’s my one piece playlist and yeah i’m going to explain each song below bc im on a road trip with nothing else to do

Dont Carry It All - pretty self explanatory i think… friendship and love forever ❤️❤️❤️

Feel Us Shaking - god it’s perfect. I love this song and it is literally abt one piece TO ME. Also maybe Ace specifically… (cries)

Stuck In The Middle With You - luffy and law’s friendship LMAO… specifically “clowns to the left of me jokers to the right” ….. caesar and doffy LOL

INDUSTRY BABY - desperately need to make an AMV. I can see it in my brain and it’s epic.

The Call - also self explanatory i think… maybe an emphasis on luffy and namis friendship… but also just in general very one piece coded to me.

What A Fool Believes - idk this might be a stretch but i like to thibk it’s abt sanji being manipulated by women LMAO? Anyway

Dreams - i mean.

Can’t Find My Way Home - About Zoro LOL. Drunk and lost. Maybe loosely zolu but to b clear Luffy is ace to me but i can see him and zoro only ever truly needing each other and spending the rest of their lives together so yeah.

Everybody’s Talking - about luffy 🥹❤️ soooo about luffy it’s HIS SONG to me.

Dancing In The Moonlight - one piece coded in general but specifically that Skypiea party ✨

Long Train Runnin - i think Franky would love this song. I want to show the straw hats the Doobie Brothers i think they would like them LMAO….WITHOUT LOVE….. WHERE WOULD U BE RIGHT NOW?

Listen To The Music - i wish the straw hats were real so I could listen to the doobie brothers with them.. WHAT THE PEOPLE NEED IS A WAY TO MAKE EM SMILE… AINT SO HARD TO DO WITH U AROUND! LISTEN TO RHE MUSIC! 😁😁

Kind And Generous - so many ppl r so grateful to luffy and crew. Do you understand. Rebecca would sing this to them

Aint Nobody Straight In LA - idk LMAO shits and giggles … Ivankov and Bon Chan would get down to this

Under The Milky Way - finding the one piece…!!! Also i think zoro would like this song

Heat Lightning - epic song for epic show.. also emphasis on Roger’s story… and Oden. And Wano in general too …. Idk a stretch maybe

Ghost Ship - just straight vibes , a lazy day on the sunny just chilling and having fun etc. I feel like Brook would especially like this song

Black Smoke Rising - very one piece in general but specifically Arabasta

City Of Angels - Can i say something. This is Zoro’s song to me and specifically he is singing it… i like to imagine he’s singing it. (horny)

Remember Summer Days - VIBES… HAPPINESS… also i think Robin would like this song

Catch The Rainbow - ok first of all i would like to say that this song is blatantly copying Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix but also it’s 6 minutes and Little Wing is like less than 2. Also i might just like it better. I’m sorry. Anyway it’s one piece coded

Holiday - COME ON…… also i think Usopp would like it specifically… also emphasis on heartbeat? Luffy’s heart beat? Hi. Is anyone reading this

Wraith Pinned To The Mist And Other Game- let’s all have fun 😝✨✨ let’s partay

Tubthumping - this song actually is about one piece like for real. Chumbawamba told me. Luffy gets knocked down but he gets up again. You’re never gonna keep him down.

Dreams - i mean.

Jackson - WORLDS FUNNIEST ZOSAN SONG… DO U SEE MY VISION. ZORO IS ORVILLE AND SANJI IS TRIXIE.

GONE GONE / THANK YOU - high AMV potential… specifically that bit at the end.

Never Ending Story - self explanatory

Upside Down - Luffy coded…. Also i can see sanji singing it for some reason

Bridge Over Troubled Water - this one makes me fucking crazy… luffy @ the crew but more importantly the crew @ luffy… !!!!! (sobbing)

[tombeane-blog]

The Golden Age Of Rock

"It's been a long time since I rock and rolled It's been a long time since I did the stroll Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back Baby, where I come from" Led Zeppelin - Rock and Roll

Argue if you want but the greatest era of Rock since the before times was the period from 1965 to 1975. No other era comes close.

It was the Golden Age of Rock 'n Roll.

"If it please the court, I present State's Exhibit #1." The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Byrds, The Beach Boys, The Monkees, The Doors, Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding, Simon & Garfunkel, Elvis Presley, Credence Clearwater Revival, Three Dog Night, Rod Stewart, Roberta Flack, Sam Cooke, Don McLean, Harry Nilsson, Marvin Gaye, Paul McCartney, Stevie Wonder, Elton John, Gladys Knight, Glen Campbell, John Denver, Crosby Stills & Nash, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Loggins & Messina, Led Zeppelin, Booker T. & the M.G.'s, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Who, Dire Straits, Janice Joplin, The Allman Brothers, Black Sabbath, The Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, Iron Butterfly, Kansas, Kiss, Lynrd Skynrd, Pink Floyd, Queen, Carlos Santana, Bob Seger, Bruce Springsteen, Steely Dan, Steppenwolf, ZZ Top, Deep Purple, Doobie Brothers, AC/DC, Sly & The Family Stone, Mark Knoplfer, The Yardbirds, Cream, Donavan, Buffalo Springfield, Jefferson Airplane, The Kinks, The Moody Blues, Procol Harum, Traffic, Jethro Tull, Joe Cocker, David Bowie, Tommy James & The Shondells, The James Gang, Carol King, J.J. Cale, Frank Zappa, Genesis, Rush, Blue Oyster Cult, Linda Ronstadt, Wilson Pickett, Sam & Dave, The Righteous Brothers, Supertramp, Arlo Guthrie, Joan Baez, Country Joe and the Fish.

"Yep your courtship. All these people gave us all those great songs in a period of just 10 years."

"Oops, forgive me your honor, I seemed to have dropped my mic."

Looking back at the sheer breadth of talent, originality, variety and creativity of the late 60's and early 70's… well, it just takes your breath away.

If you picked the top songs from each of those 84 artists and groups on that list you would have many of the songs you would want to listen to for the rest of your life.

"But what about all those great songs in the 80's and 90's Tom. You left those out." "Vern, I'll admit that there were very many good songs in that time and I'll also acknowledge that there was a lot of variety and artistry, but, most of it was an echo of that supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 10 year span rather than something really new. It was like the sequel of a great musical movie made during the Golden Age. And in many cases it was artists and groups from the above list expanding their individual discographies."

"Pick any 5, 10 or 15 year era and tell me it was as good as, let alone better than, what those Rock gods did from 1965 to 1975." (I'll pause and quietly guffaw, giggle and titter into my hand while you huff and harrumph your way deeper into your losing argument.)

"OK Vern. Now that you are no longer trying to verbilate your weak response we can continue. Here, join me in the way back machine."

In the early 60's Rock 'n Roll drifted away from the Blues/Country roots that had fueled it in the 50's. And the music sank into the sugary doldrums with hits like, "It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want to". (slight gag)

In my humble but experational opinion, it was on the 29th of November, 1963 that the fuse was lit on a musical revolution. And the song that started it? The Beatles bitch slapping the stagnating world of Rock with, "I Want To Hold Your Hand".

It was an ears-wide-open moment.

With one song, gusto, exuberance and thrill was re-injected into Rock which then went on it to build a musical monolith using the grit and blood of it's Blues/Country roots. (Maybe the best example of this is Led Zeppelin's defining song from 1969 which was obscene, brutish and utterly awesome. It was "Whole Lotta Love" - which they literally stole whole cloth from "You Need Love", a 1962 Muddy Waters song written by the great blues artist Willie Dixon.)

But The Beatles and other artists couldn't do it all alone. Another equally important component was needed.

In the late 50's early 60's all the blues and rock artists began to really and truly discover the Fender guitar. At the same time there were rapid advances in electronically enhanced acoustics. Digital technology supercharged the guitar with Distortion, Wah Wah, Overdrive, Sustain, Fuzz, Tone Bending, Tremolo, Phaser, Overdrive. The guitar sounds became warmer, clearer, hotter, dirtier, smoother, sexier and louder.

Seemingly overnight, the guitar became the most versatile and emotional instrument in the history of music. It could scream, cry, growl, moan, groan, soothe, lift, evoke, intensify, innovate, express and immerse. It could push any song to a whole nuther level entirely

Every other musical instrument was relegated to a supporting role.

And this opened the floodgates of creativity at exactly the time that Rock was desperate to be saved.

In 1969 the music got a bull rush of adrenalin called Woodstock - and the whole world was captivated.

The music became more creative, more experimental, more technical, more daring and more culturally connected.

And it was no longer just for dancing. If you wanted, you could close your eyes and let the music float your mind along on a winding journey of emotions, images and even hallucinations.

With eyes closed, music now had color.

The rest is history………

"If it please the court, I'd like to present State's Exhibit #2. "It shows the frequency of key changes in music's top hits from 1961 to 2021." "Looking at the chart, I feel sympathy and sorrow for anyone listening to mainstream music since 2007."

"The State rests."

"Sorry your Lordness, I seemed to have dropped my mic again."

"What do we want?" "KEY CHANGES!" "When do we want them?" "YESTERDAY!"

[theskoomacat]

for the music asks! :3

1, 9, 11, 20, 28

Thanks a lot for asking!!

(the post with questions)

1. A song you like with a color in the title

i_bet_you_werent_expecting_THIS.gif (I did skip Golden Brown by The Stranglers and White Sun by The Doobie Brothers for this one.)

I've heard this track often in my childhood, mostly in the ad for a book fair on tv iirc. Took me a while to actually track it down.

9. A song that makes you happy

Idk about "happy" but this one makes me kinda hype lately. I don't want to go home atm but I still feel like a dog hearing "walkies".

11. A song that you never get tired of

I've mostly filtered Metallica out of my system by now, but I still enjoy this track very much.

20. A song that has many meanings to you

I am not 100% what this question means. Is it supposed to be a song I find some hidden meaning in, or it "means a lot" to me Well, for the first version I guess I could give you this:

I generally do not understand what Smash Mouth lyrics mean. But it makes it easier to project whatever meaning you want on them! I do enjoy whatever emotion this song evokes in me.

As for meaning a lot - this song is forever seared into my mind since the period of my life when my mom was out of town taking care of grandpa, and I went to school alone every day, and it was very cold, and the sky was an icy iridescent sunrise every morning. I have no idea what this emotion is either, but it is heavy.

28. A song by an artist with a voice that you love

This turned out to be a bit harder than I thought, apparently I don't have many songs where the voice is the main feature to me. I have a couple of songs by singers with strong voices, but I can't put Delta Rae into EVERY song ask meme ok. So shout out to Julia by Pavlov's Dog, Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man and the main entry: (i am now realizing that all these bands feature a male singer who can sing higher that i probably can. hm.)

(the song itself starts at 1:04. afaik there is a cleaner recording of the performance, but i like this one more.) One of my fav russian bands, Несчастный Случай. Here they are participating in the play "Radio Day" about a radio station that is forced to come up with a mostly fake news topic to keep their listeners engaged. It's half whacky hijinks and half Несчастный Случай performing as like 20 different bands in different hats and genres. Here it's some... alt drug genre according to the 2000s Russia. Anyway i've always loved the lead's voice, I could give more examples but I feel like this one is not widely known enough.

[prisen09]

Oh goodness ok

P: Prisencolinensinainciusol - Adriano Celentano

R: run-around - Blues Traveler

I: I wish - skee-lo

S: SOS - ABBA

E: every teardrop is a waterfall - Coldplay

N: never gonna give you up - Rick Astley 😎

C: Come on Eileen - dexy’s midnight runners

O: orange sky - Alexi Murdoch

L: listen to the music - The doobie brothers

I: I am a man of constant sorrow - Blitzen Trapper

N: now and then - the Beatles

E: everybody wants to rule the world - Tears for fears

S: SEPTEMBER - EARTH WIND AND FIRE BABIEEEEE

I: i Will - The Beatles

N: night changes - one direction

A: a sky full of stars - Coldplay

I: i still havent found what I’m looking for - U2

N: November rain - Guns N’ Roses

C: China grove - The doobie brothers

I: i Will wait - Mumford and sons

U: uptown girl - Billy Joel

S: shut up and dance - WALK THE MOON

O: Ophelia - the Lumineers

L: light my love - Greta Van fleet

Oh my gooshness

Open tags I’m all out of energy

Tagged by @flashnthunder to :

“Spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.”

M - Mars by Pinkshift

O - Of All The Gin Joints In The World by Fall Out Boy

N - No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age

T - Throw Me In The Pit by Bridget.

I - I'm Not a Seeker I'm a Founder by The Transpersonals

E - EAT YOUR FRIENDS by Jhariah and Pinkshift

D - Don't You Know Who I Think I Am by Fall Out Boy

I shall tag @dilfsuzanneyk @moonlight19256 @executethyself35 @literary-lesbian @homuncvlus @freebagels @styx-the-stick

[veritable-trash]

The He-Man Chronicles

hahahahahahahah i'm staring at this gif very very normally thank you

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Words: 7.9K(hah i love him your honor)

Prompt this be a request babayyyyy:

[ GRADUAL ]  for receiver to slowly undress sender,  caressing and kissing every part of them they expose. 

[ APPROACH ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.

Warning: 18+ it's smut, PiV, fingering, oral F and M receiving, Eddie talks a lot(yes that is a warning), drug use so like can be seen as under the influence non-con if you squint, let me know if i missed anything i am still new at this whole thing heh :)))

A/N: OK YALL THIS IS DIRECTLY FROM MY REQUESTS, a most beautiful anonymous individual dropped this off as a gift to me and my brain went WILD. I am very sorry to anon if this isn't the character you had in mind since it is my first time writing for him, but I just got like mad inspired so if you want me to write this prompt with a different character or if you didn't like my interpretation you go ahead and tell me and i will very much get on fixing that just please allow me this one sin 😌 it's been a minute since i've been this obsessed with an individual and eddie has just got me wrapped around his little fingers now doesn't he!!! me and eddie have kinda similar hair and both love weed and i think that's hot and i really wanted to get this done before the new episodes drop because i am TERRIFIED of what is to become of my baby. ya literally freaking out, obsessed, want to die, love him so so so so so so so much who am i. again giving this anon the biggest hugs and most aggressive forehead kisses literally ever because they gave me the inspiration to do this and be slutty and emotional on the MAIN! i LOVE them for allowing me this! so please enjoy send me all your eddie disgusting beautiful delicious thoughts and good luck to all my eddie girlies, tonight we ride 🤠

ok apologies i know this is already way too fucking long kill me with a butter knife but i have to point to @chaseadrian and @inklore who are doing GODS WORK with their eddie writing please i beg go read, it is so good ok sorry i'll shut up please enjoy!

also minimally edited i had to stop looking at it so forgive me please 🫠

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It always started like this.

Eddie brought the weed, you rolled the joints, and then cartoons for hours.

You and him were so simple, like a river flowing to sea, a course already predetermined and known that it was hard picturing life without him sometimes. 

You’d been rolling together side by side since 6th grade english where the two of you made your teacher cry and then spent all of detention, heads together, trying to come up with the greatest revenge plot of all time. She’d been a menace and you and Eddie had had enough of it. But the revenge never came to be and that didn’t really end up mattering. You’d found your best friend.

He was the confidant you’d always wanted. The person who never shied away from any conversation. Eddie wanted to talk and he wanted to listen and he just wanted to know every fucking thing about you. His eyes read you inside and out like a creased and worn out paperback, soft from how often those eyes have traversed those pages. You were soft on him.

Long story short, that was how vengeful 6th graders turned blood bonded confidants turned into the drug dealing freaks of Hawkins High. 

Somewhere along the way you both realized weed made shit a hell of a lot more fun, and a little extra pocket money never hurt. Like everything else between you two it had become your thing. You and Eddie had spent hours one fateful summer perfecting your joint rolling skills, or as Eddie would call it “doobie time” and the rest was history.

You’d never minded being labeled the freaks, never minded that the jocks were incessant about their hatred of you two, Hellfire, honestly anyone that wasn’t like them. Because Eddie was always right at your side ready to knock em down a few pegs and then erase any hurt with his goofy smile that made everything feel just a bit lighter.

Even though you didn’t get DnD and refused to play, he’d always made sure you felt some level of included. He’d nicknamed you Fae because you reminded him of some faerie princess he’d written into a campaign they’d been doing at the time and even gave you an honorary Hellfire t-shirt. The shirt had smelled like him and it had made you swoon but you refused to read into it any of the sweet gestures and delicious smelling shirts. That was just how Eddie was.

Eddie was your rock and you were his safe place to land and in so many ways it was hard for either of you to spend too much time apart. And so you had made a promise early in your friendship that Friday nights were claimed for the two of you. A ritual of sorts to let go of the bullshit of the week and just be. You and Eddie and joints and He-Man. 

“Honestly speaking, He-Man is my ideal man. I mean the bob, the bangs, the voice? It’s just a package deal that cannot be ignored.”

Eddie snorted beside you, his lips turning up as his heavy lidded eyes scan your face. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Just looking at you. 

His lips are wrapped around joint number 3? 4? And it’s hard not to zero in on his mouth, the softness and fullness of his lips sinking your mind somewhere warm and molten. You aren’t even sure what time it is anymore and your eyes are half open at best, but somehow the fog clouding the space behind your eyes clears just enough for Eddie to be the only thing visible. Your only real focus. 

“Honestly speaking Fae, no one asked if you thought He-Man was the ideal man, but the fact that you just willingly gave up that information is something more pertinent for us to discuss. Please tell me, what is it about the most powerful man in the universe that truly speaks to you?”

“Oh shut up. You’re all jokes and honestly most of them are awful, sorry to break the news.”

You shove at his shoulder and ever the drama queen, he falls back, sprawling out on the carpet, hands clutching at his heart. His curls fan out around him, twisting and curving, framing his head like a halo, and there’s that edge to his eyes, a sort of golden fire that has been coming to the surface more and more when you’re together. It’s a sharpness of something secret that you can’t seem to place.  

“Ah! You wound me! Sticks and stones and words all hurt me the same you know.”

“Eddie I swear to god you are a fucking nutcase sometimes.”

Your mind is swimming in the liquid brown of his eyes as he pears up at you from the floor. His laugh caresses your ears as smoke curls from his lips and he blinds you. He looks so soft, every part of him, his eyes, his hair, his t-shirt, seem gilded in a warm honey glow you’re fairly certain is due to the drugs curling around your synapses. But even if it is the weed, you’re still fairly certain curling up into his side would feel like drowning in warm, cottony sheets fresh out the dryer. It has your head spinning and hazy with feelings you haven’t yet defined in your head. Probably still too afraid to figure it out, but holy shit is he beautiful.

“Wait what did you say?” 

Oh fuck. Did you seriously just fucking say that out loud? 

Shit. This is exactly why you stick to two joints, max. As soon as you went past that your tongue gets heavy with all the words you’re always too anxious to say and proceeds to catapult every whim that flits across your brain out into the world for anyone and everyone to hear. 

And today, delightfully, it got to be Eddie.

“I was just- I just- Well what do you think I said?”

“Well this is a tough one, you know with you sitting so far away from me and all, but I believe I heard you say something about me being beautiful? Possibly? Maybe?”

He props himself up on his elbows and scoots closer to you eyes brimming with question and hope? It’s hard to tell with the smoke filling the air, your lungs, your brain, but you almost feel like of everything, hope is the clearest. His tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip, his teeth just catching onto the pillowy flesh there, and you have to focus on intaking breath or you’re fairly certain you’d forget to breath all together with how he’s looking at you.

“Uh well yes I-uh ya I mean come on of course you’re beautiful I mean you have to know that! The cheerleaders that buy weed from us pretend that you’re a gross freak but I heard Kristina in calc talking about how she thinks you’ve got a lot going on down stairs and how she’d really really like to find out. You know, everyone loves a bad boy.”

“Do you?”

“Wait wha- what?”

“Do you like a bad boy?”

That gives you pause. He’s completely ignored the fact that Kristina Taylor wants to see his dick and that just didn’t really track in your brain. She was probably the hottest girl at Hawkins and all the guys in Hellfire wax very poetically, at length, about how nice her tits are on at least a daily basis. Except Eddie, but you’d chalked that up to his assumed “manners”, and that he was just being respectful and hiding his lust. 

And to make matters even more confusing his eyes are shifting, darkening to more of a chestnut brown with shades of need that you have a sneaking suspicion have zero to do with Kristina. Because he’s looking directly at you again, like he has been doing quite a lot these past few weeks, and it’s making you sweat. 

You can feel your pulse in your fingertips as they press harder into the ground as if you’re trying to steady yourself from this giant shift happening between you and Eddie in his bedroom.

With He-Man on in the background. 

It was all very discombobulating. 

“I mean well ya I guess so, but don’t flatter yourself E. I’ve seen you shoot milk out your nose honestly too many times to count and that concerns me. Who knows, it could be a health condition! Maybe you have the weirdest milk related illness of all time, really gonna beat all those losers who’re lactose intolerant. They’ve got nothing on you.”

Eddie stays quiet even as his lips twitch up again into a soft grin. If there’s one thing Eddie is a pro at it’s seeing straight through your bullshit diversions.

But he doesn’t call you out on it this time. He just pushes himself the rest of the way up scooting himself closer to where you’re sprawled out against the side of his bed. There’s a precision to his movements tinged with caution as if he’s afraid to spook you.

It’s then you realize how your shoulders have hitched up and your fingers are curled into the carpet. Knuckles white and bones groaning, you must look like a corned animal. 

He finally bridges the gap between you, his hand coming up, the joint still burning between his fingertips, smoke curling and twining around itself up towards the ceiling. Your fingers brush at the exchange and you see his chest twitch with a stuttered breath at the same time you hear your own catch. It feels fizzy and light as it skitters up your arm over your shoulder and down your spine. You have to restrain the shiver. 

Eddie looks no less affected. 

Your lips wrap around the filter of the joint and you inhale deep, needing something to distract from the headiness filling the air threatening to pull you under. It fails almost instantly. 

The smoke floating from between your lips seems to only pull Eddie in closer, his eyes dropping down to watch the smoke curl from between your lips up into your nose. His lips part and you can see how his chest expands on the inhale, as if he’s trying to suck the smoke swirling out of your lungs straight into his. 

You quickly inhale another puff and then pass it back to him, avoiding his touch at all costs and averting your eyes from his gaze that feels like its stripping you bare. Eddie’s rings glint in the low light of his bedroom as he taps the ash off the joint and stubs it out into the ashtray. His head turns back to look at you and he slowly slides himself to sit in front of your crossed legs, his frame now blocking out He-Man, the only distraction you had left. 

“Hey. Hey Fae what’s going on up there? I know this weeds strong but you’re leaving me. Where ya going?”

There’s a sort of stillness wrapping itself around your ankles and crawling up your calves. You can see it in his eyes, he wants you to ask, ask what this tension, this thickness filling the air is all about. And he wants to tell you, desperately, wants to break the dam and let everything spill out all over the floor so it’s finally not suffocating you both.  

If only you'd ask.

So you decide you will.

“E what’s going on here? I can’t with you looking at me like that. And don’t even ask me what that means because if I knew then I would tell you but I have no fucking clue and everything feels so confusing and fuck you weren’t kidding this weed is really, really strong.”

The words are tumbling, skittering, bursting from between your lips and it takes everything you have to suck in a breath and stop the word vomit from steering into territory that was much too scary to verbalize. Though it feels like it’s already sprinting in that direction, like a runaway train that has no chance of stopping, the only thing left to do is get ready for the carnage.   

You peak up at him from beneath your lashes and his eyes are open with an aching vulnerability as if he’s letting you look into his soul. As if he really, really wants you too dive into his eyes and see it all. 

His hand wraps around your ankle and the sear of his warm skin interwoven with the biting chill of his silver rings shoots up your leg and settles in your core, hot and torrid. You can barely breath, trying fruitlessly to hide your gasps for breath from Eddie’s ever watchful eyes.

The two of you haven’t been able to break eye contact and the temperature of the room starts to climb quickly like a kettle about to boil over. He drags your foot into his lap, his other hand curling around the juncture of your knee, squeezing just so and your sharp intake of breath sounds like a bomb in the hush of the room. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and they darken to a shade that has your stomach twisting itself into knots. 

God this is too much, he still hasn’t spoken and you think you might start melting into the carpet if he doesn’t do something fast. What that something is you’re not totally sure but you’d love to find out, and soon. 

“Fae, I ca- I’m about to say something really stupid but here goes nothing. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. I just- Fuck do I want you and you’re my best friend but also the person I think about when my hand is wrapped around my dick, which sorry that's way too much information but honestly it’s just really hard to think around you sometimes when I want you in every way humanly possible and it feels like you’re always just out of reach.”

“But you also have to know, have to believe me when I say if you don’t feel the same, I will never bring this up again. Ever again. But I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not when you’re looking at me like that, and I can see how you’re out of breath just like me and it feels like you might be losing it just as bad.” 

Your vision seems to glaze over and then flicker back as he talks, the gravel and need in his tone setting off all of your synapses and sends you flying into a deep-rooted, aching lust. The feelings and want that have been simmering under layers and layers of fear and dismissal, now breaking through the cracks and fissures Eddie’s proclamations have unleashed upon all your safeguards. You feel like a volcano about to explode, like you’re this close from ripping yourself apart with everything building and building and building within you.  

He falls into you like his words are propelling him forward, the momentum shoving you both into a new chapter. His chest pushes up against the front of your leg, his chin hovering just above your knee, and you can feel his chest rising and falling through his soft cotton t-shirt, the heat of him seeping into your bare skin. His eyes are flitting across your features, eyes, nose, lips, chin, cheeks, and your face heats with his focus and attention. 

He’s so close you can almost count his eyelashes, see the the lines in his lips where they’ve gotten slightly chapped. One of his crossed legs stretches open to rest against yours, and now you’re caged in on both sides, his hand still gripping your knee, squeezing every so often so you don’t forget that he’s there.  

You feel like you might just lunge at him at any moment, like a rubber band stretched till it’s breaking point. One more word from him and you might just throw yourself off the cliff edge, you’re not totally sure if you’d even want to stop yourself. 

“I- well I guess I might be feeling the same way, and honestly speaking, I’ve been thinking about you too. Or whatever.”

The spell finally breaks and your eyes drop instantly to the hand wrapped around your knee, his eyes finally getting the better of you. You’d just said so much, it all feels too much, and yet you don’t want to stop, because for some reason it seems like everything might turn out the way your heart really, truly wants it to. 

But you’re absolutely fucking terrified nonetheless. 

Eddie stays silent, but he moves almost instantly, the hand around your ankle gliding up your calf before sliding around your neck, into your hair, and his thumb catches under your chin, lifting till you’re forced to look at him. 

It’s like sparklers are going off in your belly, chest, head, cunt. He’s looking at you as if he wants to inhale you like the smoke that’s been rolling around between you two all night. You feel consumed by him and this moment and the smirk crossed with a timid smile laced across his lips makes your heart squeeze with a want that’s starting to twist into something almost feral.  

“You know what I think is really crazy? The fact that you know I like you, and I know you like me, and even though all I can think about sometimes is kissing you, I still haven’t kissed you yet. That just seems like a real shame if you ask me.”

His voice has dropped into a gravelly rumble, though still lilting in the way that Eddie is always joking, always light. Always your Eddie. His eyes are one and the same, a darkening brown, yet twinkling with an excitement and want that sends goosebumps skittering across your flesh. 

He’s leaning in closer now, and his hand shifts, thumb stroking at your cheek as his fingers press into the skin behind your ear and further into your hair. You instinctively lean into his hand, skull pushing back against his fingers, wanting him to card them deeper into your hair and pull.

“E, please kiss me.”

“Dang, if you just gave me a second I was abou-“

Your lips touch down on his, cupping the plush of his lower lip, muffling the words leaving his tongue. You both freeze for a breath, until Eddie groans from somewhere deep in his chest and everything gets set ablaze.

His fingers card into your hair, pressing into your scalp, as his hand wraps around your knee and tugs your leg out to wrap around his hip. His body crowds into you, and your other leg naturally unfolds, winding around him till you have to shift up and into his lap.  

It all happens in what feels like a heart beat and now you’re sitting nose to nose with the boy of possibly your dreams, and he’s looking at you with such softness and such reverence that it leaves you spinning. 

Emotions are painted across his features and especially his eyes that are peering into yours, trying to read every one of your thoughts. And you want him to. You want him to see the yearning, the lust, the need. You would be willing to strip yourself bare for him and he for you. 

His hands squeeze at your waist, pinky fingers hooking under the seam of your shirt to press into your bare skin, and the touch swirls around your body, spreading through you until your hips can’t help but roll into his and—

Your eyes lock and you can feel him. Pressing up against the zipper of his jeans, into the cradle of your thighs, and even through the two layers of denim, you can fell him. It sends your thoughts tumbling down, down, down to the molten center of you that’s been burning and churning since you two light up that first joint. 

Eddie sucks in a breath, lips pressed shut, and a light whine cracks in the back of his throat as if it’s been torn out of him. His nose bumps into yours, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as his lips move to your jaw, down to your neck. 

A keen rises to the tip of your tongue as he licks at your pulse, thick and hot, teeth nipping softly in its wake. His hands are slowly starting to guide your hips, rocking you forward and back over the zipper of his jeans. Every pass over your clit leaves you whimpering out into the humid air and your fingers tangle in his hair, trying fruitlessly to ground yourself in the silky strands. 

His breath puffs out against your throat as he bumps his forehead into your jaw affectionately, and you can feel the press of his teeth as he smiles into your throat. 

“Fae, baby, I wa-want to see all of you, is that ok? Let me undress you, I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

He’s begging you, tone needy and gruff, as he nuzzles into your neck like some love sick puppy and you can’t feel, think, smell, taste, hear anything but him.  

“God, yes, please, please yes.”

Your lips latch onto each others again, a burning intensity singeing the edges of every torrid press of lips. The damn has finally broken and you’re both frantic to feel. An all consuming ache to be skin to skin, devouring you both.  

His hands slide around your thighs, settling down to cup your ass as he shifts up onto his knees, lifting you those final few inches to sit you up on his bed. The shift in angle leaves him gazing up at you if only for a breath, his eyes welling with reverence, as if praying before an altar. You can feel how hot you are between your legs and you wonder if he can feel it too. Feel how you’re burning up for him from the inside out. 

His lips draw back a breath, dancing over yours, just brushing past, only to pull away every time you desperately try to fall into him. A dizziness is filling your head, leaving you dazed, eyes glazing over with how he’s leaving you on a razors edge. Touching you, but not quite, every pass just shy of the touch you’re truly aching for. 

“Baby lift your arms for me ok? Let me see you.”

He ducks his head down as his fingers catch on the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up the skin of your sides, yours ribs, fingers pressing in every so often, as though memorizing the flesh. His mouth follows shortly behind, imprinting the shape of his kisses onto the skin next to your belly button, over your ribs, onto your sternum, between your collarbones, your neck, and finally returning to your lips, your shirt disappearing somewhere far behind him though you seriously couldn’t care less. 

You stay there, tongues tangling and swirling around each other, a small moment of slowness breaking through the chaos. Your nails catch against the back of his shirt and he helps you pull it off of him, every movement syrupy and soft. It’s like you’re drowning in this little blink of time. 

His bare skin is a furnace under your touch, seeping warmth into your chest and heart, heating you slowly until all of a sudden you’re burning up for more. You whine onto his tongue as your fingers twist a little tighter into his hair, showing him you need more because you’ve definitely lost the ability to speak, words now a foreign concept.  

“Fuck, you need more ya? Is that what you want Fae? You want more?”

All you can manage is a few mhms as his lips suck hard at your throat, stinging, surely leaving a mark. But you want him to mark you, dripping at the thought of waking up tomorrow to small purple kisses littering your skin.

You grind your hips against his chest, seeking some sort of friction before you self combust. You’re gasping against his neck as he continues his assault on yours. The heat licking up your spine is driving you almost to madness, the pulse between your thighs incessant and all consuming an almost roar in your ears. You think he might be saying something, whispering it against your skin but your brain is too focused on everything else you can’t be sure. It’s like you’ve decided to ignore everything other than the need to feel him stretching you open, pressing you down onto his bed and letting you feel every inch of him. 

Eddie’s whines coats your lips and you finally notice that he’s moving too, hips grinding into the side of his bed trying desperately to find some kind of relief. Your nails claw at his back as you try and get him even closer, the steady rock of his body into yours lighting you up like a pyre.  

Your lips can barely touch, pants and gasps and moans breaking the contact with every breath, the slow roll of both of your hips pushing you both higher and higher towards something blisteringly white-hot. 

His fingers latch onto the button of your jean shorts, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, hands spreading out to wrap around your hips pawing at the fabric, trying desperately to rid you of the offending material. His lips settle against the valley between your tits and press, pushing you back till you’re sprawled out on the bed under him. You lift your hips and you both are finally able to wrestle the denim down your legs and off into the ether that is the rest of Eddie’s bedroom. 

You could be in Mordor right now and you would have no fucking clue.  

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Like holy shit, are you beautiful.”

Eddie’s lips press into the swell of each of your tits, licking at the edge of your bra playfully.

“May I?” 

“You may.”

It shatters you in the best way that even though you both are about to fuck like there is no tomorrow, are finally going to act on feelings that have been growing for years, you’re still just two idiots. The grins and giggles you share so tender and yet so depraved. 

Your bra follows the exact same path as your shirt and pants, the ether consuming it or maybe it’s burning in Mount Doom. 

Eddie’s hands cup your breasts, thumbs just barely brushing over your nipples, and your stomach jolts. He settles your quivering muscles with a kiss just below your ribs and then he sucks your breasts into his mouth.

The heat of his wet tongue barrels through you, hips canting up against him, a groan crackling and breaking out of your chest. The blunt edges of his teeth dig into your flesh and you are definitely about to loose your mind. No doubt about it because he is driving you up the wall with every stroke of his tongue. 

“Eddie, fuck how does this feel so good? How are you so good at this? You have so much explaining to- fu-uck.”

Another drag of his teeth over your other nipple has you shutting up instantly. You don’t care how many people he’s fucked, who they are, where they are, fuck em because Eddie’s currently shredding you apart and it’s tortured bliss. 

His laugh is muffled as he sucks another mark onto your flesh, and the vibration of it ripples over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He continues his assault, switching between tongue, lips and teeth, never letting you settle on one sensation for too long. Your cunt clenches around nothing, heightening your need to have him filling you, zeroing your brain in on the need to feel his cock in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt. 

Your hands drop from the death grip you’ve had on his hair, and Eddie has the audacity to whine, sinking his teeth in just a tad bit harder in protest, but you can’t not feel him. You think you might die if you don’t wrap your hands around his cock this very instant.  

Eddie’s grunt of surprise is quickly followed by a long deep groan as your hands finally snake their way down to palm at his length through his jeans. His hips stutter as he rocks into your palm, finally letting you feel what will soon be splitting you in half. The flip in control is thrilling, and you squeeze him just a bit harder, drinking up the noises pouring from his lips. 

Your teeth drag down his throat in time with you undoing his jeans, and Eddie is frantic as he stands on shaky legs to kick them off, sending them once again into the volcano. 

He’s mesmerizing, hair falling around his face as he looks down at you, eyes a dark mahogany with how worked up he is for you, a shy smile gracing his beautiful features, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the tent in his boxers and the spot of wetness darkening the navy cotton. He almost looks bashful but then he sees your tongue wet your bottom lip and how your hooded eyes are drinking in the sight of him and the nervousness dissipates. 

“Fae, you know you could take a picture, I heard it lasts longer.”

Your eyes snap up to his and he’s clearly joking but there’s a slight crease between his brow and you can tell he’s about two seconds away from snapping, nearly panting above you. 

“Eddie, if you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was ask.”

He groans, fingers and rings tangling into your hair as he angles your head up to look at him. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, forcing them to part and your tongue brushes against his skin. He stares straight into your eyes as your hands wrap around the waistband of his boxers and pull down, your eyes dropping to watch as he finally gets laid bare before you. 

You whine, it just can’t be helped because his cock is fucking fantastic. Never did you think you’d ever describe a mans cock as fantastic but here you were doing exactly that. He’s thick but not overwhelmingly so, just a little past the point of comfort, enough that you know you’ll feel him tomorrow and ache for him all over again. 

A bead of precum leaks from the tip and without a thought you lean down and lick it into your mouth. Eddie’s whole body twitches, rings biting into your scalp as he tries to keep his eyes open to watch you taste him for the first time.

He tastes fucking divine.

“Fuck, Fae you can’t just say shit like that jesus fucking christ you’re driving me insane.”

Whoops, guess the weed is still in effect leaving you loose lipped, or maybe it was just his cock. Honestly it could be either or. 

You don’t merit his words with a response, instead sliding down to the floor between his legs and licking up the underside of him, hand wrapping around the base. His hand falls to the mattress behind you, his strength giving out at feeling your lips wrapped snug around him and his cock jolts deeper into your throat causing you to gag and sputter. 

He pulls out quickly, apologies rushing out of him but you stop him as quickly as he pulls out, sucking him back between your lips and even deeper this time, letting him feel your throat struggle with the length of him. 

Curses punch out of his lungs as you work him over, drool pooling on your tongue as you take him into your mouth over and over and over again. You don’t know how long you’re down there for but it’s nowhere near long enough before he’s hooking his hands under your arms and throwing you back onto the bed. 

“Jesus, if you thought I had some fucking explaining to do I am going to need some answer real quick about where the fuck you learned how to do that. But god just look at you, so fucking pretty and all for me.”

The combination of his words and watching him drop to his knees between your spread thighs leaves you somehow nervous, your hands coming up to cover your eyes from his blistering stare. His eyes feel like they’re burning you, torching your skin with unbridled need.

You peak out at him from between your fingers and find him smiling at you, head leaning against the inside of your knee, his hair tickling your skin. It’s almost too intimate, the change between depravity and sweetness jarring and heart warming. You’re shy yet sure, even in these moments of such deep vulnerability where it feels like your heart is just out in the open for him to take or destroy, because you know he’s in the same boat, on the same page, heart live and beating on the table right next to yours. 

You watch each other for a second, some level of safety found in only seeing one another through the slits between your shaky fingers. Still enough hidden away to make it feel safe. His eyes dance with that same vibrancy that Eddie always has simmering just under the surface, but it feels so much better now that it’s pointed at you.

That you are the one making Eddie glow like this. 

A rumbling groan shakes itself out of Eddie as his eyes flutter down and land on your panties and the damp spot growing where they cover your entrance. You can feel how sopping wet you are, have been, and Eddie leans forward eyes zeroing in, his hands slowly tracking up your thighs. His mouth traces its way up your skin, incisors snagging every so often, until his mouth is just inches from your core. He presses his fingers into the meat of your thighs and pushes you open, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air and his hot mouth.

You can feel it, your wetness catching the puffs of air escaping from between his lips. You can see your thighs twitching with the lightness of the sensation and Eddies eyes darken, flicking up to catch you drinking in his every movement, every change of expression. 

He’s intoxicating to you. 

His tongue flicks out and traces you through the fabric, the touch muted yet somehow all consuming. Your hips jolt, hard, and Eddie barely avoids getting his jaw knocked. He preens a bit at seeing how worked up he’s gotten you, but graciously doesn’t leave you needy for long.

He dips back, his hands dragging your panties down your legs, finally laying you bare, and his breaths fan across your pussy, ghosting over the newly exposed skin. You swear you almost cum right there. 

Your eyes lock again and he finally licks into you. Deep and hot and so wet, it sounds almost too vulgar, an d yet shivers race up and down your spin sending your back arching up to the ceiling. He dives into you and holy fuck is it the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. 

His arms lock across your hips to keep you under him and then he eats your pussy with abandon. He’s humming and groaning into your fluttering cunt and ever vibration from his tongue makes you see stars and feel like fireworks are bursting under your skin. You can feel your orgasm building itself up brick by molten brick in the pit of your stomach and it’s hard to hold still, to keep quiet when you feel as though you might explode into a million tiny little pieces. 

You sound pathetic, moans breathy and more so just pitiful gasps for air. His tongue pushes at your entrance, and you keen as your thighs flex around his ears. There are only stars behind your lids and you grapple at his curls to try and keep yourself grounded in some reality as you careen out into god knows fucking where.

The mix of licking and sucking and flicking and swirling has you dizzy and so undone that you almost don’t notice his finger pressing into you until the stretch and the iciness of his rings sucks the breath out of your lungs. You double over, shuddering and gushing at the push and stretch and million and one sensations hurtling across all of your senses, groaning out Eddie’s name desperately. 

“Oh fuck, yes, does that feel good? Fuck your pussy feels so good, so tight fuck, can I fuck you, please god can I-?”

“Jesus yes god yes, Eddie, please, please, please.”

The two of you are falling apart, tumbling head first into something earth shattering. Your eyes can barely stay open to watch him, eyes rolling back with every deep press of his fingers. 

He pumps his finger in deep, thumb catching to circle at your clit and you roll your hips up into his palm, shivering and stuttering with every movement. He’s towering over you, mouth parted, awe scrawled across his face as his tongue darts out every so often to skate over his lips, as though he can still taste you there as he watches himself finger fuck you. 

You whine far too loud when he pulls his finger out of you, your eyes snapping open, lips ready to beg him to fill you again, but his groan cuts you off and you watch, shell-shocked, as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you off of his skin as his eyes roll back, your name a garbled whisper around his digits. Your hips grind against air, now absolutely unhinged with how much you’re aching for him. 

His fingers leave his mouth with a soft pop, and he stares you down as he drops his hand to push two fingers inside you, curling and pressing up into the soft heart of you. Every press hurtling a whine out of your lungs and you can feel how he’s working your over, building you up to some great peak you can’t see quite yet in the fog of lust. 

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing till all of sudden the fog clears as though it’s been burned away by some ball of flame and you’re launched off the edge, a moment of hang time and confusion lasting for just a blink before you’re shaking and moaning and cursing up to the heavens. Your orgasm rams through you, blowing everything to dust and ash and Eddie has to practically wrestle you down onto the bed with how hard you buck in his hold. 

Your hips are stuttering on his fingers as he works you through wave after wave. You can’t seem to decide if it’s too much or not enough, hips jumping at every pass over your sensitive clit yet still coming back for just one more lick of pained-laced paradise. Your chest is heaving with exertion and you can feel Eddie’s lips pressing into the soft skin of your stomach, a whisper of your name pulling your eyes back down to his. 

His fingers twist around yours pulling your hand up to his lips for a soft, wet kiss. You drag both of your hands up to your mouth kissing over the spot he just touched and you can taste yourself on your skin. Your thighs are still shaking under his forearms but your heart rate final starts to slow as you gaze into his pretty eyes, your lips lifting into the softest of smiles.  

"You’re going soft on me Fae. Who would have guessed you’d get all love-sick puppy dog eyes on me, very out of character for my High Fae Princess of the Seven Realms.”

“Eddie you little piece of shit, I swear to god!"

You start to sit up, trying to pull your hand away to properly shove at him but Eddie’s quick and your body is still in post-orgasm haze. He snatches up your wrists and pins them above your head, crawling up tills his eyes line up with yours and you can’t ignore the Cheshire Cat grin plastered across his face. He’s acting like he’s somehow trapped you with his “wit” and “brute strength”, but you both know you didn’t really put up that much of a fight.

His eyes soften, milk chocolate swirls hypnotizing you, as he peers down at you like some precious memento. 

“So we’re doing this ya? I-I mean not just like the sex part, though that’s been fucking rad, but you know everything else?”

“E are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now? As we lie here, naked, you decide this is the perfect moment? You’ve really got some sense of timing there, I’ll give you that.”

Eddie scowls at you, his face flushing the most adorable shade of pink and you’re quick to put him out of his misery, stretching up to close those final few inches between your lips. The kiss is soft, adoration passed between your lips as you show him your answer. 

“Of course we’re doing this Eddie, I don’t think I could imagine life without you most days.”

His hand reaches over to his bedside table, lips moving to devour yours as he rummages through the drawer in search of a condom. You watch as he rips open the foil with his teeth and sheaths himself, and it’s almost embarrassing how fucking hot it all is. Your nails claw into his shoulders, even that little bit of space too much for you to bear.

He rocks into the bowl of your hips, the head of his cock passing over your clit leaving you both shivering into each other until he finally catches against your aching entrance and presses just the tip of him in, a whoosh of air leaving both of your lungs as you feel the heat of each other for the first time. 

“Baby I gotta be honest, I’m not gonna last I’m not even inside of you yet and I think I’m losing my fucking mind so I’m going to apologize in advance for busting way way way too quick. Please just, you know, take it as a compliment because you are hot as fuck.”

He’s rambling against your lips as he saws back and forth pressing just a tad deeper with every thrust. If your head wasn’t absolutely empty aside from the need to feel his cock splitting you, you would maybe even blush with how sweet the entirety of this situation is, but right now you need Eddie more than the air in your lungs.

“Jesus Eddie I don’t fucking care, I’m fucking losing my mind, please just fuck m-“

You choke out a garbled moan as he slides all the way into you, hips nestling together, his stomach brushing over yours. His jaw drops open and his lower teeth catch under your jaw as he gasps against your skin, choking out the filthiest whine you’ve ever heard. Your cunt spasms around him and the whine sharpens into a keen. 

He pulls back until just the head of him is still inside of you and his eyes drop to watch as he pushes back in, his arms almost buckling at the sight. Your foreheads press together as you watch him saw in and out, cock glinting in the smoky light of the room with how fucking wet you are. 

It all starts to build so quickly, the heat of his cock triggering something deep in your chest and your core. You can see the freight train in the distance and know there’s no way to stop it, just have to hope you can prepare yourself for impact.

He’s panting into your neck, whispering your name, how good you feel, whispering words your brain barely has the capacity to hear with how good he’s making you feel. His hips are already faltering with every push inside of you, cock already so sensitive from all of the building to this moment. Your body also can’t decide whether you’re too overworked, or if you need more friction to finish you. 

The latter seems to win out.

Even in his supposed stupor, Eddie somehow still puts you first. His hand finds its way back between your legs, and his thumb settles to press firm circles over your clit. Your legs start to shake even as your arms lock up around Eddie’s neck, too many sensations taking over and your body needing to cling to something for dear life. 

His lips find their way under your ear and as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin you cum. 

Your body caves in on itself, muscles locking up around him from the pleasures he’s choking you with. You have no sense of time or sound or sight, no clue what sounds you might be making, what you must look like, everything burning away until all that’s left is wave after wave of shivering pleasure. 

“Holy fuck.”

That you do hear, Eddie’s lips still right below your ear, his teeth sinking in with the force of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps around him and he can barely move, can only feel your heartbeat against his cock. It’s like a sirens call to him and he’s fucking gone. The softness of your body and the tightness of your cunt breaking his last shreds of control. 

He follows right behind you, trembling hips rocking unsteadily into yours till it becomes just a bit too much. Your contractions of your cunt draining him till his visions sparkles with white dots of light. 

The bed bounces as he drops partially on you and partially on the bed, trying to not squish you while still remaining as close as physically possible. His nose skims along your throat and you sigh, deep and loud, making sure he can hear you, can hear how happy you are.

“Mmmm that good, huh?”

“You know, I don’t think it was too bad.”

His hand squeezes at your waist and you’re reminded for probably the thousandth time that night how fucking pretty he is. How you can practically taste the sweetness of his heart in the air. He’s looking at you like you’ve always dreamed someone would, and it’s only made better by the fact you never thought it would be Eddie. 

Never dreamed that you would get to have this. 

He tips his head up and his lips brush against your jaw, his tongue lazily licking at your damp skin. Your whole body hums. He presses another kiss into your lips and it tastes of a thank you. It seems you’re both a little bit in awe of your luck these days. 

You share giddy smiles, eyes still droopy, though this time from the sex and not the weed. The feeling settling inside the four chambers of your heart is something you could really get used to, and you hope beyond hope that it’ll become as familiar as the curl of Eddie’s hair. 

You’re pretty sure it will. 

once again i love him, my new fixation god help me, feedback is always so lovely and so appreciated :)))))

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four albums I’ve been listening to recently!

Thank you @petrichoraline for tagging me! Musical tag games really are my favorites, I'll talk non-stop about songs if I'm not careful lmao

I have some downloaded albums that I end up listening to again and again while driving, so my repeats are less "my latest choices" and more "I'd inject this shit directly into my bloodstream if I could", but I'll try to think of what's been on my mind lately.

In Case I Die, by Will Wood (2023)

I really love Will Wood's lyrics, but his musical style earlier in his career is kind of hit or miss for me personally. Now, his live performances in this latest album are just incredible. He really put all of his emotions into each song, and the acoustic aspect of it all hits me in a completely different way. This shit got me writing poems, literally.

Earth Trip, by Rose City Band (2021)

Listen, im 23 but my musical taste is 100% that of a middle-aged dad. I discovered this band recently and it's so good!! Their work is a bit bluegrass, a bit Americana; and this album specifically just makes me think of the late 60s- which, in my opinion, is a compliment. Anyone who likes stuff like The Grateful Dead, Bread, America, The Doobie Brothers, and even Dave Matthews and Jimmy Buffet should absolutely check it out.

Drink From The Creek, by Joshua Bond (2021)

I found Joshua on tiktok, a surprisingly good tool to discover amazingly talented indie artists, and holy shit is this guy talented. I'm not kidding one bit when I say that this is one of the greatest songwriters of this generation, and it's a shame that his work isn't being praised at all the corners of the globe. He's a folk singer, but one of the best out there, and this album hits me so hard as somebody who's the same age as he is- born in the year 2000, just in time to watch as the world collapses.

The Man Who Sold the World, by David Bowie (1970)

I warned you about my music taste OK. This isn't my favorite of Bowie's albums, but I do think it's incredibly underrated, and it holds a special place in my heart- especially the second track, All the Madmen, which is one of the reasons why I ended up studying Psychology. I've been listening to this one on repeat since I recommended one of its songs to @bingobongobonko , who can consider himself tagged on this game. Gimme all the albums my man

I'm also gonna tag @sybilius @rainyrainbow999 @falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand and @morgannalefey . Please feel free to ignore it, but also I'd love to give your latest albums a listen

[yurrfttboyy]

I arrived at my Uncle Mike’s right on time. He was chillin on the couch, scrolling on his phone when I knocked. He let me in and settled back in, and I headed towards the guest room to unpack. I had moved to the city for my job, and since he had an extra room he reluctantly agreed to let me stay with him, as long as I pay $600 a month and stay out of the way.

My Uncle Mike was different from the rest of the family, he was cool. In his late 30’s, no wife nagging him, always dressed nice and going out to do what he wants to do. He was living the life unlike the rest of the family back home- all married and raising kids, desperate for freedom and fun. I always looked up to him for his laid- back attitude and cool aesthetic.

I unpacked everything and returned to the living room. His bare feet were propped up, I froze in my tracks. I must not have noticed before, but my uncle had some really hot feet. I had a raging fetish for men’s feet, but I was super embarrassed and secretive about it, so I often act awkward whenever presented with a pair of hot feet when trying to not stare too much or give myself away. He didn’t seem to notice me staring throughout the night, so I just sat there and chatted and took in the sights as he scrolled through his phone and made small talk with me.

The next time I saw them was a few days later. He had just come home recently and was airing out his feet, I just came in from work. He had been to the laundromat and his clothes baskets were covering the couch cushions. When I came out he noticed the lack of seats, “Oh shit bro, I’m sorry. You can sit down there on the floor. Hopefully my feet don’t stink too much” he chuckled, making my pathetic c0ck tingle with excitement. I obliged, sitting on the floor close to his feet. I stared just like the other night, thinking he never noticed.

The third encounter was on Saturday. I was off work and my Uncle asked me if I wanted to go outside and smoke a doobie with him. I agreed, and we went out. He sat in the only chair, then commented “Oh shit, I forgot I only have one chair. Floor again?” He half asked/half ordered. “Poor guy, your gonna be used to my foot stench in no time. There never seems to be a seat for you” he teased in a light hearted way as we smoke the joint and chilled.

Later that same Saturday I caught my uncle after his workout. He just came in, I was sitting in the one cushion available. He was incredibly lazy and his clothes baskets were all still stacked on the couch, so I got up and offered him his seat. “How considerate of you, but you might want to go hang out in your bedroom. I’ve been working out sockless, and my feet are going to fucking stink. You really don’t want to be sitting down there like you were before” he said, sounding dramatic and serious.

I was taken back, completely stunned by his words! I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I knew that I NEEDED to sit down there and experience the stink he was describing to me. So I came up with a quick save, “Oh no, oh well. I don’t get this channel in my room and I have to see who she’s going to pick at the end. I’ll just breathe out of my mouth, hit me with your best shot” I said, bullshitting like a desperate foot pig.

He shrugged his shoulders “Ok buddy, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” As he slid his shoes off. He wiggled his toes luxuriously, and I made sure to catch every single whiff that I possibly could. I tried to be nonchalant, but at some point the smell had me intoxicated and I started to get less stealthy.

I was met with this the following Monday after we both got off of work. “Let’s cut the games man, you’ve been perving on my feet since the day you got here. It’s been a real hoot teasing the fuck out of you, but it’s time we bring it out in the open. Why don’t you get down there and give Uncle Mike a foot rub, you can stick my work socks in your mouth and listen to the new house rules I’ve come up with for you. Your going to be my foot servant, and you are going to love every second of it. But first- go put this chastity belt on.

I used to look up to Uncle Mike as a role model, now I look up to his feet as I shower them with licks and kisses. He’s completely exploited me, making me do all of the chores, cook, run his errands and pay all of the bills just because he knows I need to worship his feet. He’s kept me in chastity nonstop since that day, it’s been almost 2 years now, and each day I fall deeper in love with his stinky feet. He’s got me exactly where he wants me, and neither one of us could be happier about it!

[deanky]

"What A Fool Believes" by Doobie Brothers!

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

😃

[dorsalstop]

#77 - 1975/4: Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti

The sleeve: one of the best I've encountered and will encounter in this project. A great photo of a New York tenement with die-cut windows that reveal different occupants based on how you slip in the inner sleeve, what's not to love? OK, the basic look was stolen from a José Feliciano album sleeve, but the execution here is brilliant.

Had I heard this before? No, save for the strings in "Kashmir" as sampled by Puff Daddy.

One of the more interesting things about PG is how it's obviously an inspiration to many hard rock bands of the following decade - if the entire New Wave of British Heavy Metal as well as the Slayer and Metallica strands of thrash had never happened, nothing would be different for Guns'N'Roses; without this album, I wonder how they (and their whole LA/Hollywood hair metal contingent) would have sounded. Anyway, those influences are most apparent on the opening three tracks, which are otherwise (that is, song/hook-wise) rather forgettable, this being especially grating on the 11-minute "In My Time of Dying".

In fact, and sadly so, after Houses of the Holy being one of the major finds of this project, Physical Graffiti is a little closer to how I'd expected to experience Led Zep in the first place. Fittingly, one of my favourite songs here is "Houses of the Holy", indeed recorded for that album but shelved at the time, deemed good enough now on account of there being 4 sides to fill - oh yes, this is a double album, and it feels like one. Not the fault of "Houses", which sounds, as does the album of the same name, effortless, breezy, though not slight. Sadly, many of the other tracks are either needlessly stretched out: "Kashmir" has cool menacing strings and vaguely south Asian melodic touches, but it does not need to be 8 1/2 minutes long, and neither does the song that opens disc 2, "In the Light" - what could have been a charming ballad becomes a slog, and these aren't the only tracks I'd level that criticism at. Stronger tracks are "Trampled Under Foot", essentially the Doobie Brothers' "Long Train Runnin'" for people who can't dance, and the lovely, wispy "Bron-Y-Aur"; side 4 is the most engaging listen - the songs are tighter, the hooks more obvious. All in all, 80 minutes of mostly pretty cool sounds but it feels a little bloaty. Oh well.

[C]

Next up: couldn't drag me away

[dethklok-uwu]

Relationship headcanons: Tickles

Tickles is the ship name for Pickles and Toki, I’m only adding this just incase it’s called something else and people are like “ wha?”

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So, within the upstart of this relationship Toki was really drawn to Pickles and Skwisgaar first though Skwisgaar was more he was like him a stranger in these lands despite living there for year(s) before he. Pickles was new and overly easy going and having a weird comfort to him Toki was really drawn into.

With Pickles he can speak to and ask questions without a rather rude comment or snide roll of the eyes. I mean this in a less way then the others I’m not saying he wasn’t like annoyed or fed up with Toki’s constant questions but he was less bitter about it or him not knowing.

With that said as Dethklok grows, with Toki getting more comfortable with the way his new life is and his new friends. He’s definitely going to start questioning his life and who he is as a person. We all know he’s brutal but has a soft side but there is so much more. A lot more he didn’t even know.

One of which was the question of relationships of both more intimate and just the causal hook up. Pickles he ultimately came to with his worries questions and overall thoughts. I strongly believe that Pickles is bisexual and he was known for sleeping with his SNB band mates an other men. Of course women to but that is a given.

So mm I like to think that these two would experiment with sexual and intimate relationships. The other band members don’t know of course for several reasons. But what they don’t know doesn’t hurt them.

Then over time they just kinda fell into this interesting relationship, I don’t think they’d put a real label on it. They’d may or may not give each other a pet name rather it’s seen that way or not in front of the others is up for debate. But with current Dethklok their is definitely more to them.

With all this said here’s some actual headcanons i have for these two.

They have not said I love you to one another but they have a very specific non-verbal way of letting the other know of their feelings. So personally, and this can be up for debate what it is, I think these two will immediately back one another up. Like let’s say Pickles is going on a rampage like with the lamps, rather Toki knows the reason or he just sees Pickles going ham he will join in. No matter and the same as for Toki, Pickles will just right up back him up. It’s rather sweet ( and destructive but shh lol )

Toki likes his hair being played with and or having his scalp lightly being scratched as you play with his hair. These two will often be smoking a doobie with Tokis head in Pickles lap. Pickles hand in Tokis hair messing with it an the pure unfiltered boy Toki feels is unreal. In that moment he not only feels loved but genuinely safe. He knows Pickles will be there for him in the end if things were I go to far south.

Pickles is that one asshole to shove his cold feet|hands up your back|legs. He has been banned from sharing the bed with toki because of this. The funny part it is Pickles own bed he is kicked out of.

They both have trust issues. Like real bad but with one another they’ll slowly start to open up and teach one another it’s ok. It’s ok to trust again.

Toki is very protective over his food, he grew up with little food and when he was homeless hardly anything to eat so he can get somewhat agressive if you try to take it away from him. I feel like he’s constantly hungry too so he eats a lot to in a sense make up for his loss. Pickles knows this and will often give him more of his share. I headcanon Pickles doesn’t eat much before he feels sick so he eats enough to feel full and keep up his blood sugar but the rest will go to Toki.

These two does definitely have dates where they listen to some sorta love song outjnfer the stars far from prying eyes. Tokis eyes will light up as he points out the stars and constellations. Pickles will just lay back listen and smoke enjoying the calm an the way Toki lights up. They will definitely do that super soft rest your head on the shoulder, be held close super close slow shuffle dance. The music can range from broken but meaningful western love songs to things like folk|indie|etc.

Toki works out this is a given and he managed to get Pickles into working out, he may lowkey trick him into teaching his his totally cool fighting moves. That’s definitely NOT mma and or boxing moves, noo psh. Pickles may know what’s up but keep his mouth shut cause he think it’s funny and a good way to get things heated between to the two but shh

Pickles definitely has times where he shuts down or how I call it “clocking out.” He doesn’t want to talk nor interact with anyone as it’s all overwhelming and just way to much to deal with. He can and will whole himself up in small dark places with only a small nightlight. He won’t come out either, so toki has started to leaving him little treats| drinks and short notes saying “hang in there” with a drawing of a cat or something sweet like that near the hiding places door for Pickles. He appreciates cause he doesn’t force him to come and talk but he knows he still cares.

They have matching locket necklaces. Toki has Pickles face in one side of it and the other side probably has Charles on it, if not Charles it’s probably Dr Rockso. Pickles has Toki on one side and Charles on the other. Two people who mean the world to him.

Pickles still at times likes to dress up in his old glam gear for shits and giggles. Toki has seen it is amused and demands to dress up like the totally non brutal metal bands. Pickle indulges and they have a whole night dressed to the nines of 80’s glam band singing and dancing around, and generally making fun of the whole genre.

Toki gives Pickles lavender bouquets, the purpose it’s his favorite scent it reminds him of this one time as a young teen of a woman he met that treated him so kind, so soft for the first time in his life. He hasn’t seen her ever again just the once before he was locked in the hole.

In turn Pickles gives him bouquets of lilac, in the same sentiment but with different memories. The summers the lilac bushes would bloom and fill the air were some of Pickles favorites he’d lean back drink and get high while the warm summer rays kept him warm with the breeze sending the lilacs near by over. It was generally some of his most calming and at peace times as a kid.

When they sleep they like to hold hands. Pickles moves to much or is flayed our some sorta way and Toki sleeps on his back arms folded over his chest. But they when sleeping together will hold hands so they can still know the other is there but not fully disrupt there sleeping habits.

Ok i have to stop here cause my brain is going -90’s dial up tone- but I hope you enjoy these stupid headcanons lol

[tombeane-blog]

America Desperately Needs Digital Narcan

"I want a new drug, One that won't spill, One that don't cost too much, Or come in a pill." Huey Lewis - I Want A New Drug

And then I found one.

All my life I told myself I didn't have an addictive personality.

Oh sure, there were times in my life when I did a few things to a slight excess. Like from age 10 to 50ish I smoked anything that would burn - from dried leaves rolled in newspapers to cigarettes to cigars to pipes. I know for a fact I wasn't addicted. I proved it to myself by quiting hundreds of times.

I will also admit that during a chunk of my formative years I drank more than my share. (plus his share and her share and maybe even some of yours).

But no problem. All that drinking was just me going through a phase. I know it was just a phase because after only a handful of decades I grew right out of it.

So imagine my shock when I recently got sucked down the black hole of an irresistible addiction. All within minutes of trying it the first time.

"Whoa! 'nuff said Beane. Did you finally take that psychedelic trip aboard the Maryjane train? Doin' the Doobie? Reefer Madness? That it?" "No Vern. Nothing like that." "No need be ashamed pal. Nothing wrong with it. Everybody is doing it these days…. especially now that it's more legal than aspirin." "But if it's not the skunk weed… hmmm, let me guess. Is it Coke? Crack? Dope? Blow? Stardust? Nose Candy? Ice?… Did you start riding the white horse?"

"Listen Vern. None of that." "I admit I did see some early warning signs. I bought a Playstation 3 and a couple of games when I retired in 2006." "Ever since I've been a less-than-competent, some say, crappy gamer. Once or twice a year a new game. I will buy one and play a lot over a few weeks. Then I won't play at all for a month or two or three. So I guess I am intermittently hooked - but nowhere near addicted." "But, I should have realized that some hidden hunger was lurking there in the dark and ugly corners of my psyche."

"No Vern, this was something far, far more addictive than anything I've ever encountered."

"And it's not just me. Every day this sadistical Devil's spawn of a temptation creates new addicts faster than a lifelong vegetarian tasting bacon for the first time."

Everyone is exposed because everyone is already addicted to the gateway drugs -smart phones and smart phone games. That's strike one and two right there.

For me the third strike were the apps Royal Kingdom, Royal Match and Piggy Kingdom. Cute cartoon'y game stuff. What could go wrong? Heck, I've got a few minutes to spare each day.

Look, I was convinced I was immune to addiction.

OK, like every English speaking person on the planet, I play Wordle once a day. Makes me feel like a genius.

But that's it. Once for 10 minutes and then I go about my day.

But then few days ago I was a little bored after playing Wordle for the umpteenth time and I thought I needed to try something new.

I remember seeing ads for those three apps pop up on my smart phone 2, maybe 3 hundred times a day so I decided to try one.

I loaded up Royal Kingdom. It was easy and fun. I was immediately hooked and played for a couple of hours. Then it started to get more difficult and I started losing my in-game 'lives'.

When I used up my 'lives' I was given a choice to buy more with real money or wait for an hour or two before another free 'life' would be provided. I was tempted but I'm also cheap so I put my phone down and waited. When I restarted - lo and behold I quickly lost my new 'life'.

I started to realize this was like going out for a steak dinner and in the middle of a good T-bone you are told to pay an additional $2.99 to keep eating or leave the restaurant and return in one hour to finish it. Extremely not good.

After a few hours struggling and being frustrated, I uninstalled Royal Kingdom and installed Royal Match to get a fresh start.

Hours later and running into the same problem all over again. I uninstalled Royal Match and installed Piggy Kingdom.

My need for dopamine hits was growing more difficult to ignore.

I deduced pretty quickly that Piggy Kingdom was geared more for a younger audience. But I didn't care because I could just play and play without running out of 'lives'.

At about the level 50 mark I realized I was hopelessly helpless and had no control over my desire for a constant dopamine rush.

At level 150, I kept telling myself I was going to stop after the next round. But then I didn't. Another round. And then I didn't stop again. And again.

This kept going, and going, and going. I was completely unable to exercise even the tiniest bit of willpower. Swipe up, tap, double tap, swipe down, tap. Watch the patterns and colors swirl across the screen.

I would end one round and reflexively hit 'continue' before the logical portion of my brain could get a word in edgewise. That word being - Stop! Get Up! Do Something!

It was like that lab experiment where a rat is trained to push a button to get a tiny hit of cocaine - and just keeps pushing the button over and over. After a while, the researchers stopped the cocaine reward but the rat continued to push the button just to get the dopamine hit caused by anticipation of the cocaine. Not eating. Not nothing. Living only to push that button.

Like the rats, the constant dopamine rush just wouldn't let go of me.

Over a two day period, I pushed that button for at least 6 or 8 hours. I don't know for sure 'cause I just lost count of the time.

This morning I got up and forced myself to go cold turkey. I uninstalled all three apps.

I swore to myself I would never reinstall them!

So… if you let curiosity get the best of you and you want to see for yourself. - you know - just to try it to see what Beane was talking about.

You will get addicted. But remember. There is hope. I kicked the habit and so can you.

I'm here to help. Just reach out.

(I heard about some game called 'Angry Birds'. Sounds safe enough. Maybe I'll try that.)

[1-800-for-evil]

ooc || Ok so i just had this wicked idea while I was in the shower.

Basically, think an amv to the song "Black Water" by the Doobie Brothers; and it's a young adult Gideon singing on stage to a crowd at the Tent of Telepathy, right. But then like, it turns out his guitar has those telepathic crystals on it and the more he plays the more enslaved the crowd becomes. At first he just uses it to scam them out of their wallets and sing the chorus to his song for him but then, like, as the song progresses they get up from their seats and walk out of the tent single-file, with Bud standing at the door handing out pitchforks.

Gonna make everything Pretty mama gonna make everything all right And I ain't got no worries 'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all

And then there's a scene where Gideon walks out of the tent, looking positively sinister in his cape and decked out in his cowboy costume and he leads the crowd on a rampage through town, destroying and vandalizing shit on their way to the Mystery Shack. Then when they get to the shack, the tone of the song completely changes ( you'll know which part right away if you listen )

I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama come and take me by the hand By the hand, take me by the hand Pretty mama come and dance with your daddy all night long

So like? During this part of the song they drag Dipper and the Stans out of the house, tie them up and beat them. Then they go inside and retrieve Mabel, all tied up and give her to Gideon all the while she's struggling and that's it.

That's the video.