walking around the house in nothing but one of eddie's old t-shirts... knowing that the second he sees you, you're getting bent over the nearest surface.
Well! How could I say no to this??
Warnings: p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) implied established relationship, dom Eddie x sub fem reader
A/N: this was a good ask, exactly what I like, short and dirty (just like me) Comments and reblogs are what keep the cogs and springs in my steampunk heart oiled ❤️
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Humming along to the radio in the warm light of the trailer, you try to be helpful, mixing ingredients in a plastic bowl you'd found in a cupboard. Eddie had left to do a deal and his uncle was away all weekend, so you'd crawled out of bed and decided to whip up some pancakes. He'd mentioned them the night before and left you with a craving so you thought you'd surprise him.
You pad around the kitchen barefoot, only wearing one of Eddie's old Hellfire T shirts, the one he hated since it was too big. It was perfect for you as a makeshift dress, just covering the curve of your butt.
Reaching on tippy toes you examine the top cupboard trying to excavate a frying pan from its depths. Over the sound of the tinny radio and your own clattering you don't notice the opening of the trailer door, or the metallic sound of Eddie's keys falling to the ground in shock.
You cannot help but notice a warm torso against your back and an unmistakable bulge pressing directly against your ass. Jumping with shock, a squeal escapes your lips.
"Jesus Eddie you scared me!"
No words. Just a firm hand gripping you by the hip, the other snaking fingers across your jaw, and a strong body pushing you hard against the counter. Panic grips you for a moment. What if it isn't Eddie?
That is until hot breath winds its way into your ear.
"Baby, look at you. What are you doing?"
You attempt to answer, whilst he grinds his hardness against the fat of your ass cheeks.
"I-I was, I was making pancakes. I was gonna surprise you?" Your words are unsure; he almost sounds mad, belying the urgent gestures of his hips.
"I mean, what are you doing in my shirt? Jesus baby, you look smokin' hot."
You attempt to move but Eddie's holding you still, hand now gripping the nape of your neck whilst the other smooths across your curves and under the hem of his old shirt. As his fingertips ghost across your heat you can't help but back into his feathering touch.
"Fuck, you're not even wearing panties? Well, fuck."
His hand moves away, making you frown, until you hear the unmissable clink of his handcuff belt. Eddie unzips his jeans and pushes them down just far enough to release his cock from its denim confines.
You feel the weeping tip rut against your slickened folds making you jolt.
"Eddie, please." It comes out needy, begging; exactly how he likes it.
"Yeah? You want it? Is that why you're wearing my shirt and nothing else?" You hear the grin in his voice and the wet noise of him spitting into his hand to wrap it around his dick.
When he starts pushing into you a gasp forces its way out of your lungs; air expelling in relief at him entering you.
Eddie gives you no time to adjust. He simply ruts into you animalistically, one hand gripping your hip leaving indents in your skin, the other leaning on the countertop as leverage, allowing him to drive into you as hard as possible.
"You drive me crazy, just walking around in my shirt, and, fuck, nothing else. You fuckin' menace."
"Eddie!" You try to retort but there's no air to breathe, unable to snap back when he's fucking you this brutally.
You feel a deep bubbling in your stomach, a powerful release clamping down on your insides, about to spill. Eddie's thrusts become sloppy and somehow even deeper as you scream your release out into the world, pussy gripping him as if it were afraid to let him go. Eddie cums inside you with a drawn out groan, body flopping over yours on the countertop.
Pressing soft kisses to your temple, he pulls from your heat and stands. You're not so lucky, legs wobbling, nearly giving out from under you like a new-born fowl.
"Woah there, sweetheart" Eddie says as he grasps you firmly by your waist. "You OK?"
Steadying yourself, you turn to face him.
"Hi."
"Hi." He chuckles, peeling a strand of hair out of your face. "You wanna go and clean up and I'll make the pancakes?"
"Sure" You grin, planting a kiss to his chapped lips.
"You wanna hand me that then sweetheart?"
Confusion floods your face, until your eyes follow his, and realise your gripping onto the spatula you had in your hands when he came in. You hand it over, fingers releasing from their death grip.
"That good eh?" Eddie smirks, full of himself.
"Shut up Munson" You hit his arm, but there's no force in it, as you make your way to the bathroom. It was, after all, a hell of a way to wake up.
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Ngl when I read the Merventurine wheelchair comic and they were talking about how Ratio sees Aventurine as a human my dumbass thought he used to be human and the brand on his neck was from an evil mad scientist who turned him into a merman.
Then I read the previous comics, realized that made absolutely no sense and that I'm just a dumbass.
Whoops 😬
It seems we got to a point where the blog has too much stuff for the merventurine series to be read in a chronological order
let me see what i can do about it
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I really need to get this of my chest but here I go\
I always see those takes abt how "Luka is a diet Adrien" when in reality, it's the other way around1
Adrien's ""new"" personality is literally just Luka??
He does his best to make her feel comfortable, he doesn't want to pressure her and do things she might not enjoy. He literally does the Luka thing of expressing himself through a fucking song. That he has written himself. Because he's just that good in music (like writing good songs is hard? you gotta be talented or at least practice writing songs until you write one that's actually good???)
It's also a more selfish and possessive version of Luka's confession.
"The melody that no one else hears but me..."
1. That's demonstrably not true. Adrien KNOWS that at least three other guys have had a crush on Marinette -- Nino, Nathaniel, and Luka -- so acting like, "No one else notices or appreciates her great qualities but me" is so arrogant.
2. It once again (unintentionally) demonstrates that Adrien has a very possessive view of love. She can't just be a musical note or melody that exists for its own sake, she has to be one that ONLY HE can hear; only he can appreciate.
Luka compared her to a musical note or a melody, but never one that only he can hear, or play, or appreciate. He said, "You're the song that's been playing in my head since the day we met," true, but...
1. That's just a poetic way of saying, "I've been thinking about you since the day we met."
2. A song playing in your head is still a song that exists outside your head. "This song has been stuck in my head since I heard it on the radio" is a song that still exists out there for other people to enjoy. Often thinking about it doesn't mean the song is one that ONLY YOU can hear or understand.
Not only did Adrien copy Luka, but he copied him in a cheap and terrible way.
Adrien he took what was sweet, beautiful, private, and emotionally intimate about Luka's courtship and once again made it about HIS feelings; feelings of possession and ownership over a girl; grand public spectacle that puts her on the spot and pressures her to reciprocate but when she doesn't, SHE look like the heartless bad guy for "breaking his heart and humiliating him in front of all these people."
So miss me again with the "Luka is a diet Adrien" Bullshit!
It's also funny cause it's just saying that 'actually Luka is Marinette's perfect fit.
(sorry for it being to long)
EXACTLY
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