Painting
Modern!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Contains: nudes, mutual masturbation, phone sex
18+ only
Eddie flopped face down onto his mattress with a sigh. After working all day, playing at the Hideout, and then hauling all of the bands' equipment, he was wiped. He wanted nothing more then to smoke and go to sleep. His phone pinged with a notification. A contact under the name "Loser" had messaged him, causing a split second of confusion before a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized it was you (he had forgotten he changed it when high). You had been unable to come see Corroded Coffin play tonight as you had made previous plans.
Loser: How did it go?? Good?? Bad??
Loser: Was that one chick who wants to be a groupie there??
Eddie: went ok. Y u jealous?
Loser: just curious lol
Eddie: sure. Wbu?
Loser: Good! Robin and Nancy came. We had a nice dinner. We did paintings! Robin's looks better then mine. Mine looks like shit 😔 now just taking a bath and relaxing.
Eddie: show me?
Loser: lol no???
Eddie: y not? I'm sure it good
Loser: you sure?
Eddie: yes
Loser: fine
Eddie doubted your painting looked bad. You always tore yourself down, even when you did amazing things. He always wanted to throttle you, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. Eddie rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He would convince you one day that you were awesome, but until then he would just have to keep reminding you. His phone dinged with a new message from you. He opened it and saw a picture attached and-
Immediately dropped his phone. His heart picked up speed. His eyes widened and face flushed. Eddie dove for the phone as if it were a life preserver and he was drowning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He licked his lips and stared at his phone.
A picture from your neck down. Bubbles in the bath around you. Water was running down your collarbone towards your tits. Your nipples barely covered by the bubbles. One boob having no bubbles around it at all, but your hand flipping him off blocked him from seeing more. He was greedy. He wanted to see more, and had never imagined you would send him this to begin with. Eddie looked down at the tent that had formed in his boxers.
Loser: ask nicely next time 😤
Eddie groaned and his dick twitched. You had totally misunderstood him, he had wanted to see your painting- of course he was more then glad for this outcome. However, he couldn't quite unsee what you had sent, nor would he want to. Eddie reread your text. Next time means more than just this once. Means maybe he could see more. Means maybe he has a better shot with you then he thought. He already overthought things with you many times, and now his brain had just switched to overdrive.
A million thoughts ran through his head as his hand traveled south. He paused briefly," Oh fuck it." He grabbed his dick over his boxers, causing the outline to be very noticeable. He took a pic before sending it to you. He would have felt bad about not sending a message with it, but he would have sat there for ages trying to think of a response. And he couldn't find it in himself to care as he pressed lightly against his dick.
He dropped his phone on his stomach. All Eddie could think about was you as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your soap covered tits. How beautiful they looked.. He licked his hand before slowly grasping his dick and squeezing the base, causing the tip to flush more. The pressure causing him to moan. He slowly stroked up and down his length. He picked up the pace, canting his hips up to meet his hand. Part of him wanted to go slow, but the rest of him wanted to get this over with quick so he could do it again and again and again. His chest heaved and sweat started to form on his brow. A sigh fell from his lips that quickly turned to a moan at the thought of it being your hand wrapped around him. How small your hand would look on his dick. How-
His stomach tensed and he jolted as his phone started vibrating and your ringtone played. The vibrations on his lower stomach felt so good, he was tempted to let it keep playing, but the urge to hear your voice was stronger. With his free hand he grabbed the phone and answered. "H-hello?" Eddie asked, panting into the phone. "Oh fuck, Eddie," your voice higher than normal sounded like music to his ears. Eddie moaned and your response was a whimper. "Fuck babe, see what you do to me?" Eddie's voice felt like sandpaper, he was surprised he could even find words. "Uh-huh." The sound of water splashing caught Eddie's attention," holy shit. Are you touching yourself?" "Wish it were you."
Eddie's mind went fuzzy as he picked up speed. The schlick noise picking up, his mind filtering out everything except your moans. "Sound so good. Wish I was there." Eddie mumbled, feeling his tip leaking generously. He was so close. "Fuuuck Eddie I'm gonna-" your sentence was cut off with a moan and he lost it. His hips bucked without rhythm and cum spurted everywhere. He never understood the phrase of people seeing stars behind their eyes until now, but they were more like fireworks. He had never cum this much in his life, not even when he had first found porn.
He slowly came back down, a euphoric feeling enveloping him. A warmth spread in his chest as it heaved, trying to catch a breath. He looked down and saw his shirt covered with his release. Your chuckle pulled him back to earth. "Uh so that happened...so whatcha gonna do about it Munson?" He hummed," Think i should ask you for a date." "You should."
Eddie had the biggest grin when you finally got off the phone, date planned for Friday night. He looked down at your contact name before changing the s to a v. He was going to find that painting you did and make sure it hung over his bed, so he could remember this night forever.
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Hi, it's the “love is a dagger” anon again! I hope you're having an amazing day! Firstly, I wanted to say thank you so much for making the gifset I requested!!
Secondly, I wanted to point out how, judging by their shape and design, the daggers Mobius had in his locker and gave to Loki for protection in 1x2 were most likely the same ones Loki lost to the Bifrost on the sacred timeline. The daggers, just like Loki, were once lost to time and space but then they were found and cherished by Mobius. It takes the entire metaphor to a whole new level and further cements the fact that the quote is specifically in relation to lokius. 🥺
You don't have to if you don't want to, of course, but a gifset of this connection between the daggers in the Loki series and the daggers in the Thor movies and how they relate back to lokius would be very nice to see, especially with how beautiful your gifsets always are!!
Hey again 🗡️ anon, lovely to hear from you!! The day has been a great one so far, hope the same for yours and had a wonderful time making your set 🥰
Completely agree with your observation about the daggers Mobius kept and tried to return to Loki being the ones lost on the sacred timeline, then considering what we know about how the TVA frowned upon personal artifacts or really anything at all to define individualization or connection outside work it means all the more for Mobius to have made a point of seeking out one of the few items Loki found comfort and identity in to treasure 🥺
As to your new request, first of all tysm for the compliment about my gifs, it's truly appreciated and I'd be more than happy to build on more Lokius parallels but (and I always feel a little sheepish confessing this LOL) I've... not actually seen any Thor movies, or hardly any of the MCU outside a bit of phase 1 + The Avengers and some clips involving Bruce and Vision so the irony of being caught up waiting for glimpses of Mobius for eternity isn't lost, trust me 😅😂 If you have any specific scenes or moments from the movies in mind though please feel free to let me know!
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Okay so - Kait, please forgive me for this extremely cringe and just...'ugh, really? 🙄' request. ;;
...would Ray like a...let's say, who does very much not fit in to what's conventionally 'pretty'...?
I've always been a tomboy, through and through.
I've never even touched makeup, my skin isn't...great, and I've never worn a dress or skirt in my life.
...what would Ray think of that?! He certainly seems to like more...feminine girls.
...aaah ;;;
Ray, please like me! 😭😭😭
Hey, Anon.
Let's make one thing abundantly clear so you don't have to feel any self-doubt, Ray loves you no matter what. It doesn't matter what aesthetic you prefer to align yourself with when you choose what you like to wear or how you like to use style.
As long as you are the object of his affection, that's the only thing that matters to him. You mean the world to him because you are the person that you are. He is obsessed with you and only you. That means that it doesn't matter what you dress like, what you look like, or anything of that nature. You are already his idealized fantasy.
You don't have to change anything about yourself nor do you have to fill a role to be the person he loves. He already wants you as you are so there's nothing you need to change or feel insecure about when it comes to your appearance, personality, or what have you.
You don't need to change anything about yourself because he is already infatuated with the idea of you.
He's been dreaming of the day that you could come into his life so he would finally know what it felt like the field desired by the object of his affection. You are the very reason he's been able to survive in hell for so long. He has been living in what is basically a stewing pit of Hell for God knows how long and the only thing that's helped him get through this suffering is the thought of knowing that one day you would be able to join him.
Then, it would no longer feel as though he's suffering because he would finally have the reward at the end of the line. Ray would be able to experience happiness at the Eternal party because you would be there with him and it would all be worth it. That's his goal.
The only thing you need to think about is how to convince him that you do like him as much as he likes you. However, I can see where you came to the conclusion that he might not be as obsessed with you as he might be with someone who loves to dress up!
Many of the people who like him in the fandom are people who love to play into his theatrics and love of fairy tales. Not everyone, but a decent chunk of people love the idea of being able to dress up and play the role of a princess or prince for Ray.
The reason why a lot of people play into this is that everybody understands that what Ray wants more than anything is to be able to live inside a fairytale where he is the prince that gets to whisk you away to happily ever after. You don't have to fit the conventional role of his love interest in that story aesthetically or whatever you think you need to fit to be his object of affection. This is more about him being able to fill the role that he wants more than anything.
This is about him being able to be your prince. It's honestly less about you being the princess/prince for him.
Don't get it twisted and don't feel insecure about yourself because you don't feel like you fit into a role that is staunchly more quote-un-quote, “feminine”, than you are comfortable with. You don't need to wear dresses or skirts, you don't need to have "flawless" skin, and you don't need to be something that you aren't.
What I mean by that is that you don't need to force yourself to be somebody else to be loved by somebody. If you are a lot more comfortable not bothering with makeup or frilly clothes, that’s fine! You don't have to be interested in those things nor do you need to use them to make him like you. He already likes you.
In fact, if you are trying to be something you aren't so you can feel affection from another person? That person isn't worthy of your time or care in the first place. The person who is the object of your affection should be somebody that loves you back without hesitation or contempt for things that make you— you. The person you're with should love you for who you are, not what you can be for them by erasing yourself.
So, no, you don't need to be whatever you think you need to be to fit Ray’s “fantasy”. You don't need to be a princess or a prince to be the person he adores. All you need to do is be yourself. It doesn't matter who you are or how you appear, if you are his MC, then you are the most wonderful person he's ever seen in his life. Male, female, non-binary, or however you identify, Ray loves you just as much as you love him. Girly, tomboy, or whatever aesthetic you have, he loves you all the same.
Also, I hope you know that you do not have to be “conventionally attractive.” Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and just because you don't fit some societal standard for what beauty is, doesn't mean that you aren't beautiful.
The idea of what is "beautiful" is constantly changing and it never stays the same. That's why you shouldn't hold yourself to standards because they never stay the same. All you need to focus on is being yourself and as long as you're happy with yourself, you will find somebody that understands you and cherishes you the way you deserve to be.
Don't just apply this to this circumstance that you feel insecure about yourself when it comes to Ray.
Take that lesson to heart as somebody who has spent a long time unlearning what it means to be beautiful. Societal standards can really beat you down no matter how hard you try to like the person looking back at you in the mirror. Once you realize that the standard that everybody wants you to reach is not obtainable?
That's when you should focus on being yourself and enjoying Who You Are. It can take a long time to learn how to do that and I'm not saying it's the easiest thing you're ever going to challenge in your life. But, what I am saying is once you stop trying to feel like you need to be something you aren't, it feels like a weight leaves your chest and you can breathe.
None of us are ever going to fit what societal standards define as “beautiful.” You have to learn how to see the beauty in who you are. There's no right or wrong way to learn how to do that. Everybody has to take their own path when it comes to realizing that they don't need to try so hard to fit a bubble that isn't for them.
You don't need to change who you are to be loved.
The people who really matter are going to be the people who love you as you are.
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