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“Writing is like breathing, it's possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what.” — Julia Cameron

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Caught

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warning: SMUT (+18)

Summary: Eddie catches his best friend in an... awkward position.

Eddie hopped on the low roof of your garage gracefully, taking the familiar path up to your room.

The two of you had been friends forever, but your parents were quite uptight about boys in the house. Especially when those boys listened to heavy metal and dressed like Eddie.

So, instead of ringing the doorbell, Eddie had made it a habbit to just climb through your window. Much easier.

He swung his leg over your windowsill, his knuckles rapping on your wall by ways of a knock.

"Hey pumpkin, how's it going..." He trailed off. His leg stopped swinging in mid air, frozen at the sight in front of him.

You were splayed out on your bed, your black underwear in stark contrast to your baby blue bedsheets.

You're eyes were closed and your mouth open, but what made Eddie stop dead in his tracks was your hands, one reaching under the lace of your bra to cup your breast, the other sunk into your panties.

At the sound of his voice, your eyes shot open, locking onto his in a panicked wide-eyed gaze. You yelped out his name as your hands withdrew from their confinements, scrambling to cover yourself up.

Eddie snapped out of his temporary transfixion and swung his leg right back out of your room. His back hit the side of your house as he stood, disbelieving, next to your open window.

That did not just happen.

"So that's why people usually knock, huh?" Eddie joked trying to ease the tension, but you were too mortified to answer him.

You quickly pulled your robe on to cover yourself, pacing through the room trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Your best friend just walked in on you masturbating.

Jesus Christ, Eddie had really just seen you with your hand down your pants... This was mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.

And on top of that, just a second ago, when your hand was down your pants, you had been imagining that it was him.

In your head those weren't your hands roaming your body, they were his. You had been this close to moaning out his name when he barged through your window.

How on earth were you ever supposed to look him in the eye again?!

"You need a minute? 'Cause I can wait till you're finished." Eddie's snarky voice drifted from outside.

You popped your head out the window "What the hell are you doing here?!" You asked in a whisper-yell.

Eddie smirked, passing you an already lit joint that you took from him gratefully. "Well, I'd ask what you were doing here, but it was pretty obvious."

Asshole.

"Why. Are. You. Here?"

"To hang out. I came to see if you were busy." He disgustingly wiggled his eyebrows when he said the word 'busy' earning him a swat on the arm that he just laughed off.

"Relax. You're not the first person in the world to rub one out, y/n." Eddie laughed as he hopped back into your room.

You scoffed indignantly as he plopped himself down on your bed.

"You're intolerable," you chastised him, trying to ignore the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

Eddie noticed it too.

He grabbed your hand and tugged you onto the bed next to him. "I'm sorry, pumpkin, really," he said sincerely. "And if it helps, I can assure you you look a great deal hotter than me when I'm doing that."

Eddie chuckled, but the thought of it being him on his back on his bed touching himself made you squeeze your thighs together.

He plucked the joined from between your fingers and fell back on the bed.

"Y'know..." he mused after a while "I have always been curious. What do girls think about when they're, y'know?"

"Eddie!"

"What? It's just a question! Everybody knows guys have porn and nudie mags, 's that work for girls too?"

You rolled your eyes. "What am I? The female spokesperson? I don't know what other girls think about!"

Eddie turned on his side. His face was only inches from yours, his cocky grin had faded, he looked almost... bashful.

"So, y/n" he said lowly "what do you think about then?"

Your breath hitched in your throat "Eddie..."

"Y/n..." He teased, but as he caught your pleading look he threw up his hands defeat. "No, you're right. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna tell me, Y/n. I'll shut up about it now."

You should have felt relieved.

You should've just forgotten about this and moved on. But there was something churning low in your stomach. This pull that had been growing ever since Eddie started talking.

You should have been glad for the out, but that feeling in your stomach desperately wanted you to finish what you started.

"Do you really wanna know?"

Eddie's pupils dilated almost imperceptibly. He nodded.

"Do you really?" You whispered. "Because this feels like the sort of thing that's going to make you look at me differently once I say it."

"I hate to break it to you, y/n, but seeing you fuck that gorgeous little pussy of yours on your fingers has absolutely already done that."

His dark eyes were unbearably close to you as he whispered "Tell me. Please."

You swallowed harshly. "I, usually, think about you, Eddie."

His eyes darkened and the sound that came out of his mouth was practically a growl.

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Would you tell me about it, pumpkin? What you're thinking about when you're touching yourself? Please?"

His voice was thick with restrained desperation.

Seeing him like this made you feel more confident. You were slowly gaining back some control over the situation.

"Or I- I could show you. If you want."

Eddy nodded so fast you thought his head might pop off. "Only if you want to, pumpkin."

You nodded too. "I want to."

And with that you tugged the cord of your robe loose and shrugged it off.

You watched Eddie's eyes tracing you as you laid back against the headboard.

"You are so gorgeous" Eddie mumbled.

His breath hitched as you tentatively stroked your hand over your exposed stomach.

"I... I imagine that it's you, running your hands all over me. Touching me."

You trailed your hand over your panties, teasing yourself.

"I think about you kissing me. Here. And here. And here." You trailed your fingers over your neck, down your chest and your stomach all the way down to your clit.

You slowly pushed your panties down your legs, watching Eddie's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you.

You traced slow circles on your clit. "I imagine the cold of your rings against my heat."

"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hissed.

He was palming himself through his jeans, rutting his hips against his hand slowly. "Please don't stop."

"I wonder how your fingers would feel inside of me," you said as you pushed one of your own fingers in. "Think they'd feel better than my own. Bigger. You'd stretch me out just right, Eds."

You ground your hips against your hand as you added another finger. You were really getting going now.

"Always thought you'd be really good at this. Think about it sometimes when you play the guitar, wonder how else you could use those wonderfully skillful fingers. I think about you fucking me silly using just those fingers."

Eddie groaned. He was having a really hard time restraining himself.

"Eds?"

"Yes, pumpkin?"

"Wanna see you. Wanna see you get yourself off with me." You whined.

"Shit, baby, you're gonna kill me." Eddie moaned.

He tugged his shirt over his head and undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxers to give his dick some desperately needed room. He had been painfully hard against his jeans.

You moaned when he wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing himself at a furious pace to relieve at least some tension. "That's it, Eds. Want you to cum with me."

You curled your fingers to hit that spot inside of you that made your stomach clench. "Do you think about me too, Eds? When you're touching yourself?"

Eddie nodded furiously "Yes. God, yes, Y/n. You're practically the only thing I ever think about."

He was spurred on by the strangled moans that fell from your lips. "I think about that gorgeous little mouth of yours taking me so well. Think about splitting you open and making you scream. God, you'd be so pretty all fucked out. Drive me absolutely nuts thinking about you."

You could feel the pressure building inside if you, just a little more and you'd explode. "Eds, I'm so close," you whined.

"Me too, pumpkin. Talk me through it, baby, please."

You nodded. "I fantasize about you fucking me, about your dick buried inside of me. Pounding into me till I can't breathe. I think about you filling me up with your cum, all hot and sticky. Or I imagine you cumming on me, just covering me in it, claiming me."

"Jesus, Y/n" Eddie groaned. "Fuck that's so hot. Could I - could I do that? Cum on you?"

You nodded. The thought of him cuming on your stomach made you see stars.

You worked your fingers into yourself faster, grinding your hips along with the motion. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum," you yelped.

You felt your orgasm wash over you like an electric current, your walls clencing around your fingers as you shakily rode out your high.

Eddie could have sworn he'd died. The sight of you throwing your head back, shuddering. Your back arching of the matras as your pussy swallowed up two of your delicate fingers... Not to mention the litany of moans and gasps that left your body.

If this wasn't heaven heaven wasn't worth the trouble.

Eddie couldn't hold out any longer. With a loud groan, he spilled all over your stomach. The warm, sticky liquid dripping down your smooth skin.

The sight of it was enough to pull another moan from the both of you.

Eddie dropped down next to you, reduced to a panting sweaty mess. "Holy shit, that was..." He shook his head slightly, unable to describe what had just happened in mere words.

"Yeah," You sighed.

"Who knew you had such a mouth on you?" Eddie chuckled. "Never would have guessed my little pumpkin had such a dirty, dirty mind."

You felt your cheeks heating, suddenly slightly embarrassed by your vulnerable state.

"You know I love that dirty mind, right?"

You rolled your eyes at Eddie's goofy smile. "You do?"

He nodded. "I honestly didn't think I could like you anymore than I already did, but you're just full of surprises."

"You're a dope," you chuckled.

"But you love me," he winked, making you blush.

"Hey, pumpkin?" Eddie's face was suddenly only inches away from yours again.

"Yeah, Eds?"

"Can I kiss you?"

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Hey idk what the drinking age is where you are (or if you’re comfortable with drinking) but I drink a lot of hot toddies when I’m sick and it REALLY helps! (Hot water, cinnamon, lemon, honey, and some whiskey!) single-handedly got me through covid

im 23 babes i drink chocolate milk like an adult.

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show, don't tell:

anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking

frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping

sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps

happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking

boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails

fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands

disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm

tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile

confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions

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My thinking is that it means common. Vanilla flavoring has almost become the “norm”.

people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you

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It is morally correct to be horny on main.

If we really want to fight against this puritanical culture that seems to be hell-bent on running sex workers off the internet and banning pornography wherever they can find it, you have a moral duty to post hole on main. Doesn't have to be your own hole but you got to post it.

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@tolkienweek 2022 day 4: beginnings & endings

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Reblog to give your writer friends, or yourself, a pat on the back, to let them know you’re proud of them. This is a message of love and encouragement.

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My toxic trait is thinking that I could have written season four and five of the magicians better than the show writers

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I think if all the gay ships kissed at once in front of vecna he would have simply stopped killing and cheered. He may be evil but he's not a homophobe

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ordinary things, s.t

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honestly that “it costs 0 dollars to be kind” bullshit is bullshit. it does cost things to be kind. it costs time. it costs energy. and it isn’t always easy and it isn’t always natural. it costs so much to be kind, sometimes. but that’s the whole point. if being kind were easy, or simple, every single person would be an angel. but they’re not, and the world isn’t easy and simple. so no, it does cost something to be kind. but it’s worth it anyway.

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HERE HERE HERE OKAY IMAGINE TRYING TO WAKE EDDIE UP FOR SCHOOL AND HE'S JUST LIKE "no." SO YOU GIVE UP AND JUST SPEND THE DAY IN BED WITH HIM 🥰🥰

AGGAGAG I LOVE HIM (this is so bad i’m sorry ILY)

“Eddddds,” you chide, smoothing your hand over his frizzy hair. He’s completely sprawled on the bed, hair surrounding him like a dark halo and he’s snoring. Really snoring. He murmurs something unintelligibly before rolling over and promptly falling back asleep. “Eddie Munson! Get up!”

“No.”

You half scoff, stifling a laugh that threatens to bubble over your pouting lips. Putting on your best stern face, you stride over to the other side of the bed, crouching to his level.

“We have to go, Eddie. We’re going to be late!” you whine, stomping your feet petulantly.

“Jus’ c’mere, you brat.” He reaches for you, gazing sleepily under half-lids. He’s an angelic sight, chocolate brown eyes full of love - even if you are irritating him to no end. You entertain him, kicking your shoes off and climbing into the bed with him. His fingers fumble with your shirt, clumsily undoing the buttons before he discards it into the mountain of clothes already inhabiting his bedroom floor. As soon as he’s content with your lack of clothes, he pushes you into the pillows, head nuzzling into your neck.

“Eds!”

“Just spend the day with me, sweetheart. ‘m too tired for school today.”

“We gotta go, Eddie.”

“Nah, not today. ‘sides, you wouldn’t have let me take your clothes off if you really wanted to go.” You huff, pulling the blankets over yourself and kissing his cheek. He kisses your knuckles in return, lips gentle against your protruding bones.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, princess.”

You settle yourself under his arm, eyes already heavy. His fingers - usually adorned with rings but now bare - caress the top of your head, massaging soothing circles into your scalp. His tattoos are a stark contrast to his porcelain skin and you smooth your hands over them, kissing his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” he mumbles, barely coherent. “Pretty, pretty girl.”

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I’ve been wanting to make a fic rec post for a while and finally decided to just go for it. For the purposes of this list, I’ll be trying to focus on (subjectively) lesser-known completed fics.

Please be sure to heed all archive tags and warnings. Recs will include Hannigram, gen fic, and other pairings (check the very bottom sections).

I won’t be reccing any of my own work, as that’s not the purpose of this, but if you happen to be inclined to check it out, I do go by the same username on Ao3! (:

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steve harrington after eddie called him “big boy”

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Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.

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nancy: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

robin: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

nancy: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING STEVE WITH ME

eddie, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.