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homesickhalfling · 2 years
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parrot-parent · 2 years
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I was so so brave and held Micki the umbrella
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dreamyandinadaze · 5 months
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I have a question for y'all, both old and new tumblr users
(forgive me if this has been done before, I'm just curious!)
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stammtischmarswiese · 7 months
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September 2023 - Herbeck (Neue Gastwirtschaft)
Spätsommerabend in Gersthofs bester Gastwirtschaft?
Ja den Spätsommer merkte man ordentlich bei unsrem diesjährigem September-Stammtisch. Ein lauer Abend lockte uns in den lauschigen Gastgarten des Herbecks.
In großer Runde wurden wir bestens bedient und genossen den Abend im vermutlich nettesten Gastgarten der Herbeckstraße. Es kann wohl nur die legendäre Monte Rosa mit diesem Garten ein bisschen mithalten.
Top Service, super Essen, gute Getränke - was will man mehr? Eventuell könnte man über die Preise diskutieren, aber wir wussten vorab was auf uns zukommt und daher war niemand überrascht über die etwas höhere Rechnung.
Wagemutige genossen vor und nach dem Stammtisch noch ein preiswerteres Bier in Schweigers Gastwirtschaft zu Dornbach.
Insgesamt vergeben wir 8/10 Pkt. für das exzellente Essen bei doch etwas zu hohen Preisen!
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Anwesend: Luki,Sarah,Nella,Liora,Alina,Oli,Thomas,Stefan,MC,Amici,Meli,Amber,Flo,Lucy,Lexi,Chrisi,Fav
https://www.herbeck.wien/de
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magictroutimaginarium · 8 months
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Mom and Micki's Beef Shank Vegetable Soup Recipe Beef shank is simmered with fire-roasted tomatoes, carrots, and potatoes until it falls off the bone in this simple but delicious soup. 1 teaspoon ground black pepper, 1 clove garlic crushed, 1 can diced fire-roasted tomatoes, 2 bay leaves, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 potatoes cut into chunks, 1/4 large onion chopped, 4 pounds beef shanks, 5 quarts water, 1/2 pound carrots peeled and cut into chunks, 1 sprig parsley, 1 green bell pepper
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pesuti-comics · 9 months
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La balada de Micki Mierda
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idrawstuffs · 9 months
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Mom and Micki's Beef Shank Vegetable Soup Beef shank is simmered with fire-roasted tomatoes, carrots, and potatoes until it falls off the bone in this simple but delicious soup.
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bloodsoakedtooth · 2 years
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Ghostface calls and asks what my favorite scary movie is and suddenly he's stuck listening to me info dump for 2 hours
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musinge · 1 year
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The Look Of Love
Micki
2019
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apollos2 · 1 month
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pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men
there is nothing more terrifying
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cadaverousnight · 2 months
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ohhhh would you write eddie x girlfriend!reader where she’s soooo loud in the bedroom & is insecure about it so she’s completely quiet but one day he confronts her about it, asking if he’s not good in bed. later on they have sex & she’s as loud as she wants to because eddie assured her it’s hot & he wants to hear her<3
Please please please pretend that it did not take me nearly 8 months to answer this. Time isn't even real!
Don't You Want Me?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Feeling insecure about how you sound during sex? Not on Eddie's watch!
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Insecurity. Unprotected sex.
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“Jesus, you were screamin’ like a banshee.”
The words echo in your head like the needle of a record player stuck in the divots of your insecurity. It’s been days and you still haven’t stopped thinking about it. 
Eddie perches on the corner of the bed — silent and motionless — among the rumpled sheets that had fallen victim to your enthusiastic coupling. While it had been both good and satisfying sex, the mood in the room for the past hour or so has been unbearably fraught with a quiet, niggling tension. He noticed something was wrong. He noticed you were quiet. Too quiet. You curse yourself for having such thin skin.
“Like a banshee.” 
It was a playful observation — spoken off-handedly as he collapsed beside you — and a comment you know was meant to be taken lightly. So why has it stuck to your brain like glue; the self-deprecating thoughts swirling and settling heavily like gathering storm clouds blotting out the shining light of your pleasure?
Peering over your bent knees, you spy an unexpected sight: Eddie staring forlornly at the floor, hair hanging in wild waves as his head bows and his forehead wrinkles with apparent distress. You lift up onto your elbows and watch him for a while until you can stand it no longer. 
“Ed?” you call. “What’s up?”
It takes him a moment to respond. Instead, he stalls; rising from the sanctuary of your shared bed in search of the previously discarded boxers which he hikes up and over his thighs and allows to settle low on the bones of his hips. All the while, he makes sure to affix a smile to his face before he turns to you. The disguisal of his affliction causes your stomach to twist with anxiety. He takes note of the worry in your eyes and his façade falls. When he folds his arms over his chest and stares at the ceiling contemplatively, the knot of nerves only tightens.
“You’d tell me if I was doing something wrong, right?” he asks.
Without context, you can only raise your brows in question, imploring Eddie to clarify.
“If you weren’t satisfied. Y’know…with…sex.”
You can only imagine what a picture of guilt you must make, propped against the pillows as your own arms wrap protectively across your bare chest. You’re at a crossroads now, unsure which path to take. Do you admit to Eddie that you had let something as silly as a joke prevent you from truly enjoying yourself or do you allow him to continue believing that your lack of enthusiasm was due in part to him? 
“Of course, I would,” you answer honestly. “But I don’t have to.”
He eyes you skeptically, uncertain of your reassurance. His eyebrows lift curiously as if he’s awaiting further explanation. You can’t seem to find the right words, however, and nervousness restricts your throat.
“You just didn’t really seem into it, that’s all.”
Although Eddie tries his best to keep his tone free from any sign of accusation, the pain is evident in his words. The insecurity he’s feeling in response to your own causes your chest to tighten with regret. You glance down at the curve of indentations you’d left behind on your own forearm with your teeth, evidence of your earlier endeavor to muffle any sound which might try to escape. Suddenly, you feel almost ridiculous for letting such a small thing get to you.
“I didn’t want you to think I was being too loud,” you barely manage to mumble, sheepishly lowering your eyes as your thumb traces the bite mark.
Eddie’s not sure a slight breeze wouldn’t be enough to knock him over and his body rocks with the force of your confession. It takes all his power not to allow his knees to buckle beneath him. Pitching forward, he makes his way back to the bed and tumbles down next to your feet.
“Baby,” he placates, gathering your hand in his and threading his fingers between yours. “That’s how I know you’re enjoying yourself. I love that you’ve never been afraid to show me that. You have no idea how sexy I think your sounds are. Even the gross ones.”
You can’t help the snicker that escapes you and you finally look up, your eyes shimmering with a touch of extra moisture. Eddie tips his head to the side like a sad puppy and pouts sympathetically. As grateful as you are for his humorous approach to the issue, you know Eddie won’t leave it unresolved. 
“Why would you ever think I’d feel otherwise?”
Here goes nothing, you think.
“It’s just that…the other day, you said something about how I sounded and I guess I took it kinda personally,” you admit, gulping loudly as you force the words out.”And then I didn’t wanna say anything to you because it just felt stupid, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
While you expect Eddie to laugh at you or perhaps make you feel even more foolish about your insecurity, the soft smile he offers is anything but teasing. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your knuckles with gentle pressure.
“None of your feelings could ever be stupid. Never,” he assures you, giving his head a dramatic shake. “I’m sorry for upsetting you. And if anything that comes outta my big, dumb mouth ever hurts you again…you better tell me, okay?”
“Good,” he says with a smile. “So…you promise it was just you and not me? You still like having sex with me, right? Am I still meeting all your needs? Fulfilling all your expectations? Checking all your boxes?”
You giggle as he starts to ramble, growing louder and more frantic as he begins to crawl towards you on all fours while nuzzling his face along your chest.
“Yes, I promise! I promise!”
Eddie rears back and studies you for a long moment and though his expression softens, his eyes seem to darken. You can’t help the smile that etches itself across your face when Eddie encroaches on your space and pushes your legs flat so they’re trapped between his knees, hands planted on either side of your head.
“I don’t think I believe you,” he murmurs with a sly smirk. “Maybe you should prove it.”
“Prove what?” you laugh.
He bends at the elbows until the tip of his nose brushes yours and you can feel the strain of his muscles vibrating through the mattress. With a warm exhale, Eddie glides his lips along yours, just barely making contact. Heat pools in your belly when his tongue sweeps quickly over the seam of your mouth and he presses a firm, wet kiss to your lips. You barely have time to reciprocate before Eddie lurches sideways and falls down beside you. Holding the sheet to your bare chest, you laugh and observe him curiously, wondering what he’s up to. 
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he teases, reaching over to jab a finger into your side and tickle you. “You gotta convince me that you really like it. You owe me.”
Thinking Eddie is only joking, you smack playfully at his hands, though your interruption only causes him to redouble his efforts. When you screech and squirm — grabbing Eddie’s forearm in the hopes of stopping him — he swiftly puts an end to any idea you may have had that he’s merely playing. 
Ensnaring your wrist in his long fingers, Eddie yanks you towards him. With one hand trapping yours and the other reaching around to brace along your lower back, he’s able to turn your body and pull you up and over his thighs, forcing you to put your weight on your hands and knees atop his prone form. In a flash, he releases your wrist and reaches for the waistband of his underwear. He yanks the elastic just low enough to free himself.
Taking a single glance downward, you can see that Eddie is already half-hard, and with the hand that tugs lazily at his swelling cock, he’s well on his way to being fully erect. Eddie flicks his eyes down with a self-assured cockiness that makes your mouth go dry. With his free hand, he grips one thigh and pulls it forward, imploring you to seat yourself on his erection. The unusual confidence and show of dominance has you clenching, the dull ache reminding you of how good Eddie had made you feel not long ago.
“Go ahead.”
Eddie settles into the crinkled pillows, awaiting your compliance. You don’t hesitate, scooting forward and straddling his hips as you get in position. Widening the spread of your thighs, you can’t help gasping when the firm head of Eddie’s cock brushes against you. The moisture of his pre-cum mixes with the wetness that oozes from your center as you take him in hand and angle his length just right.
You allow yourself to revel in the pressure of him breaching your body, admiring the way Eddie’s head tips back and his pink lips part on a deep groan. With hands planted in the center of his belly, you drop your weight ever so slowly, moaning audibly as Eddie’s cock slips easily inside. Though his girth stretches you, the ache is pleasant and you bite your lip as you hum in the back of your throat.
“That’s it,” Eddie breathes.
He steadies you with a hand on each hip and flexes his pelvis upward, an indication that he wants you to move. The insistent pressure which emanates from where he’s fully seated between your thighs is almost overwhelming, but you do as he desires and a hot flash of pleasure courses through you immediately. 
Another moan has Eddie’s slender fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, their grip aiding you as you begin to rock your hips. You move with slow, short bursts, your body grinding fluidly against Eddie’s. But that isn’t enough for Eddie. He needs more, he needs to hear you fall apart. 
Eddie moves unexpectedly, launching his body into a seated position and scooping you into his lap. The movement jostles you, causing you to clench around him with a force that has you both gasping. He leans in, teeth nipping gently at a tender nipple and a small sound of surprise slips out, promptly followed by a bashful giggle. Eddie is having none of it; he’s determined to prompt any possible noise he can from your lips.
Wrapping strong arms around your mid-section, Eddie holds your body in place before thrusting forcefully. Your loud whimper catches you off guard and Eddie merely chuckles, a smug grin putting his teeth on display as he does it again. He hardly gives you a chance to catch your breath, keeping you in place as he strokes upwards with determined precision. When he unlatches one arm from your torso and reaches between your bodies to circle your clit, you’re done for.
“That feel good, baby?” Eddie prompts, as if the sudden rush of wetness around his cock isn’t indication enough.
You only nod in response, staring dumbly at him — eyes wide and jaw slack. With your hands curled over his shoulders, you cling to him. The stimulation on your nerves is dizzying and with each jarring thrust as Eddie fills you up, you crawl closer and closer to the edge. When Eddie moves his dexterous fingers away from your folds you’re relieved, though it is short-lived as he braces that same hand behind himself and uses it as leverage to fuck you even more fervently. Much to his satisfaction, you begin to whine in the back of your throat; a low keening sound that grows louder as his cock slides in and out without pause.
“Yeah?” he grunts through gritted teeth, amused by your reluctance to utter a verbal response. “Tell me.”
He acknowledges that your stubbornness is merely a game now and he’s relieved to know you’re no longer feeling insecure. But it makes him no less determined to earn each and every sound he can from you. Sliding a hand under your ass, he guides your hips and forces you up and down his length, burying his cock as deeply as he can from this angle. All that gets him is a few open-mouthed pants as you toss your head back and begin to shake. It’s still not good enough.
Eddie plants his feet and rolls you sideways, not giving you time to move before he’s crawling over you and sliding back home with a single, deep stroke. He watches as your teeth press into your lower lip, a sure sign that you’re still holding back. There’s one last trick up his sleeve, something he knows you can’t resist. Closing in, he nuzzles along your cheek before pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.
“You sound so fuckin’ hot making all those noises for me,” he breathes hotly. “Just tells me how much you love the way I’m fucking you. So c’mon, baby…tell me. I wanna hear you, please. I know you wanna scream for me.”
The sound of Eddie begging so sweetly sends you hurtling. He fucks you with such slow, deep, and determined strokes that you’re unable to keep quiet. A strangled and breathy utterance claws its way out of you and it earns you another grin from Eddie.
“Oh, my god,” you whine.
He takes hold of your waist, ensuring you stay exactly where you are as he swivels his hips just so and your eyes roll. Your muscles quiver and your pussy clenches, a sharp cry slipping past your lips. When his thumb presses to your clit and strokes, your whole body pulls taut.
“Fuck, Eddie…yes, just like that,” you sob, fingernails digging into the smooth flesh of his back. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t.”
“There you go. Not gonna stop, baby,” he pants. “Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me. Fuck, you feel so good. Let me hear you.”
Eddie’s rhythm stutters and you know you’re both about to cum. Blood rushes in your ears, but you can still make out the sounds that spill freely from Eddie’s parted lips. He’s never been quiet, though he’s never been quite so vocal and you can’t help wondering if he’s doing so for your sake. Whatever the reason, his throaty growl as his body tenses above you is feral and unfettered; so animalistic and primal that it triggers your own orgasm. 
With your legs encircling his hips, you and Eddie cling to one another panting and moaning as you ride out your respective climaxes. Skin sticks to sweaty skin, hot breaths and slippery fingers sliding all over. Eddie groans long and low against the column of your throat, shudders still wracking his body as he refuses to release you. He captures your lips in a rather chaste kiss, dragging his damp mouth across your cheek.
“You were such a good girl for me,” he whispers.
Your body reacts, clenching around Eddie in a way that has him first laughing breathily then groaning with overstimulation. He hums knowingly, utters a sly little ‘uh oh’ and you have to question whether you’ve just given him something else he can weaponize against you in the future.
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Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost
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schr-torta · 8 months
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Y/N: König, I need back-up!
König, smirking: Don’t worry, she’s coming to your location now.
Y/N: I got no time. I’m losing ammo and— oh my goodness.
Nicki Minaj: Bad bitch is here. Sorry I am late y/n. Had to reload my F-R-E- AK-47.
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Thinking about Micki Steele again
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n1ghtpers0n15 · 1 year
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Happy New Year
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proudlymale · 2 months
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Micky Kurz
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theaceofarrows · 8 months
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9 year old Dick: I'll have the sloppy Joe, please
Bruce: Dick, they don't serve sloppy Joes here. It's a 4 michelin star restaurant
Dick: Oh, sorry. I will have the uncouth Joseph, please
Waiter: ...Excellent choice, sir
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