Wrecked
Eddie Munson x Reader
Content: oral (male receiving) slight sub!Eddie. Listen I just really wanna suck him
18+ only
Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness in the room as the VHS shut off with a click. The light from the TV seemed harsh, jarring you from the quietness surrounding you. It woke you up from your sleepy state, heart thumping wildly as you realized you had fallen asleep against Eddie. Eddie, who talked a mile a minute and told you interesting facts while watching movies, who had gone silent almost an hour ago as you started to drift off. Eddie, who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand lazily drawing patterns on your arm where it rested. Your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. "Sorry," you yawned as you sat up," Did I fall asleep?"
Eddie blinked slowly before smiling," Don't worry 'bout it. You need to rest." You lazily smile at him as he stands up. He stretches slowly, joints popping that remind you that neither of you are near your teens anymore. He reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, shirt traveling up just enough to give you a sneak peak of his stomach. Pale skin that showed the stark colors of the dragon curled over the top of his belly button. The dragon that had it's mouth open as if it was blowing fire, fire that actually was pink scars courtesy of the demobats. The scars that he always had a different story for when people saw ("I got attacked by a bear." "A witch cursed me." "I didn't eat my vegetables." "I used to defuse bombs").
Your eyes caught on his belly button, the stupid piercing he got claiming "a dragon had to have a hoard". The blue light from the tv causing the jewelry to glint, showing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in the opal gemstones. Your breath caught at the smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. Down to the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Plaid boxers peeking over the hem of his pants obscured your view of the slight v shape of his hips. The TV light providing the perfect amount of light and shadow to show the slight definition of his abs he had gained from long hours as a mechanic.
The sting from biting your lip pulled you from your casual perusal of Eddie's frame. Eddie who hadn't even noticed and was waving his hands around talking as he stared off at the wall,"- but those are just rumors. I mean if they do make a movie, it better be close to the book. No creative liberties. I want to see the book come to life, ya know? I want the dwarves to have full beards, especially the women and-"
You stand up abruptly," Shut the fuck up." Eddie pauses at your abrupt words and movement. Silence spans a few seconds as he notices the glimmer in your eyes," Excuse you?" You hum, running your eyes up and down his frame. Eddie was definitely a man, no longer the boy you had met in high school. He had filled out more, had some scruff on his jawline. His sweatpants had a hole in his knee and there was a stain on his shirt, but he had never looked more beautiful to you. And you had never wanted to fuck him more.
Eddie tilted his head slightly, untamed and frizzy curls bouncing as he tried to decipher the look in your eye. "I will gladly listen to this conversation, but I can't pay attention right now. Not when you're," you wave your hand gesturing to him," that!" Eddie scoffs," Excuse you? That?." One step is all it takes to get in his space, Eddie instinctively taking a step back.
You push on his chest, firm beneath your open palms, causing him to stumble back into the couch. He lands with a grunt and looks up at you with a look of exasperation. He goes to open his mouth to say what you're sure is a snarky remark, but all thoughts leave his head as you grab his knees spreading them open and kneeling in front of him. His jaw drops as he stares at you between his legs. You bat your lashes at him in what you hope is a seductive look, but let's be honest, both you and Eddie suck at flirting. You trail one hand up from his knee, barely touching as your fingers dance their way up his thigh. His cheeks flush, a beautiful dusty pink that spreads down his neck towards his chest. You wonder how far that blush goes as you lift the hem of his shirt.
Eddie is staring at you, frozen in time. You clearing your throat as you tug on his shirt knocks him from his reverie. "Yeah, okay, fuck uh yea." He leans forward enough to pull the shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the expanse of tattooed skin you see. You lean in, trying to decide where to start. You look up through your eyelids at him, slowly licking the happy trail, that definitely made you happy. The image of you licking his skin, peering up at him through your lashes, was burned into Eddie's retinas. Eddie's knuckles were white as he gripped the couch cushions. His stomach flexed unintentionally at the warmth of your tongue. The small whimper he let out fueled your desire, heat pooling low in your stomach. You nip and suck at his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other curled around his back to bring him closer to you. You pulled back after adding a lovely red mark that you know will fade to a bruise.
You can't believe you had fallen asleep next to this man, now the only thoughts involving a bed also involved cardio. You lightly trail a finger over the prominent bulge in his pants, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a buck of his hips. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, voice lower then you've ever heard. You lick your lips as your hands reach for the hem of his pants and-
"Wait!" Eddie startles you, and you glance up at his wrecked face. "Huh?" You blink a few times starting to pull back," Do you not..?" "No! No I do!" Eddie clears his throat and grabs the pillow next to him," I just...you should be comfortable..." His face flushes as he holds the pillow between you two, causing you to chuckle. You grab the pillow and put it under your knees, even if you don't need it. "Thanks baby. You're so thoughtful." Eddie preens under the praise, looking smug. Your hands return to his waist band, tugging his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips to help and-
You've never thought a dick to be pretty before. Sure, you've seen some good ones but this? He's long, curved slightly to the right. Precum beading at the top of a head that is flushed so red it's almost purple. A prominent vein trailing the underside of his dick that you want to lick up. Curls around the base that were trimmed but still unruly. The tension is thick as you stare at his dick, wondering where to start. He twitches under your heavy gaze. "C'mon, don't make me wait.." Eddie mumbles. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be thankful." You snap back, watching the man pout slightly. For all his bravado and extroverted demeanor, he has no power here and he knows it.
But you decide to have mercy on him as you flatten your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you don't really care. Yes, it feels good for him, but this is also for your pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essence. Eddie's hand finds the back of your head instinctively, not using any real force or grip. When you fully envelope his tip with your warm mouth and suck, all coherent thoughts of his are gone. He barely can remember his own name. One of your hands holding his hips back so he can't thrust up, the other wrapped around his dick slowly moving up and down.
Eddie sits there babbling nonsense, he never could stay quiet for long. And you wouldn't want him to, his moans and groans like music to your ears. You pull off of him earning a whine. Eddie's face is flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead, a slight sweat broken out on him. He looks down at you with those big brown eyes like you just kicked a dog. "Please? Fuck, please baby? Don't stop."
You smile up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You can feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin. You could make him beg. Make him wait. But he looks so good like this, you want to see him completely blissed out. You inhale deeply before lightly putting the tip back in your mouth. Eddie has no time to mutter a thank you before you fully sink down on him. Your nose coming flush with the hair you admired earlier, taking him deep in your throat without gagging. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Eddie pants above you, lost in the feeling of you. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down along his length. He was a twitching writhing mess beneath you. You lightly palm at his balls, adding enough pressure to have Eddie moan. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud groan, hips bucking without a pattern. You swallowed it to the best of your ability, some leaking out and dripping down your chin.
When he was done, you pulled off him with a pop. Eddie's chest heaved as he panted above you. Eddie looked down from the ceiling, not sure when he had thrown his head back in ecstasy. You swipe the cum off your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with his. "Jesus Christ," he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a chuckle. You hum and smile up at him. Eddie lightly grasps your biceps, tugging you to get up,"Not sure what brought that on, but I think its time for me to return the favor. Get up here."
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Can you do when bi han and reader are arguing and she flinches and he feels super bad
Tehe okay ( I Hope you’re doing alright ✩)
Arguing with Bi-Han ( then flinching ☆(≧∀≦*)ノ)
Tw- issues with yelling , Crying, he's sorry I swear
Bi-Han has been stressed out, you’re worried.
You make your bed so he can come into a clean room, and you make sure he has a snack in the afternoon- despite him never taking it. You even give him massages every other day but he still looks wrong.
He tells you he’s fine, that it isn’t your place to order him to take a break or make sure he isn’t tired.
Maybe that’s where he got annoyed, your persistence on his health, and maybe your relationship.
You sat him down to talk, at night when you had time
‘I love you, and I want you to know I’m doing this because I care-‘
‘Stop. This is illogical bickering between us. I am fine but you refuse to accept that as an answer because that is not what you want to hear.’ Ye-owch! That hit a missive nerve. And he’s not wrong, that makes it hurt even more.
‘Why can’t you just listen to me for once? It’s like you want to let yourself burn out from overworking. It’s like you don’t care how I feel-‘
‘Will you shut your filthy mouth? That is not what I am saying and you know that very well’ he’s yelling, not for a bad reason but he’s yelling. And you flinch, now you crying because he yelled.
‘Shh..I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..it’s okay..’ he is desperately trying to stop you from growing the distance between you two, and maybe for you to stop shaking and crying.
‘I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry please stop, I won’t do it again..’ he’s holding you while you shake and muffle your cries. You’re in the fetal position and you’re both on the bed, he’s keeping you cradled in his lap.
He doesn’t think he’s ever felt his heart drop so fast and hard, he didn’t want to yell- he also didn’t mean to. You cry yourself to sleep in his arms, leaving him to think about what just happened with no comfort or console that it will be okay.
My writing progressively got worse as went on but I hope it filled your need for angst 🎀
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The weirdest thing about the SpaceX Starship failure is that it brings a lot of the craziness of aerospace into the public eye so people are focusing on unusual parts of the failure. Like please make fun of this launch, it’s hilarious and Musk sucks, but like. Why it was bad is more complex than just “it blew up” (even tho that’s kinda fun to poke fun at still).
Rapid unscheduled disassembly really kinda is a industry term (which is hilarious). Rockets are expected to blow up on first launch (which is kinda fucked). The fact that the rocket cleared the pad and made MAX-Q means that yes, it technically was a success (expectations are still that low for first launches lol. NASA Artemis SLS not blowing up earlier this year was honestly surprising).
Destroying your launch pad as part of the launch however?? Much less normal, much more bad than having boosters lose directional control causing a self-destruct. It causes WAY more unplanned money loss and damage to surroundings, and it’s not a “oops something went wrong” failure; it’s a “this will happen every time unless you change things” failure. Which. Means it’s really preventable. And should not happen. (And also loses Musk a lot more money than the expected loss of the rocket lol). Rocket explosion is more flashy, but that crater needs to be brought way more into the spotlight.
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You know, we talk a lot about how betrayed Megatron was when Orion stepped up to claim the title of Prime at the council meeting. About how angry he was and justifiably upset. About how Optimus was an idiot and saw it as jealousy, etc.
But we don't talk about how humiliating it must have been for him. He brought Orion with him, called him not only friend, but brother; taught him about functionalism and believed he'd done it so well Orion was a safe person to bring, even though his other friends didn't really agree or like him.
Then the council meeting happens and Orion doesn't stand up for him. He insults the people hosting it when they annoyed him but didn't point out their hypocrisy when it started to benefit him, the newly named Optimus. He ignores when Megatron tells him hes falling into a trap. He betrays Megatron and the people supporting Orion turn their weapons on Megatron to cast him out.
So the person Megatron brings as his best friend, someone he vouched for morally and intellectually, acts like none of those things.
That's embarrassing.
He's mortified because he's actively shown Orion around his home, his friends, and now all of them know Megatron was wrong to trust him, while Orion suffers nothing because he never took Megatron around to meet anyone he knew. Megatron is just some guy to Orion and he's just learned this now in public. So now Megatron has to feel like an idiot, because he's been vouching for Orion behind the scenes for months if not years or decades, and Orion has just been, what, shrugging everything off, not caring at all about his impact on others.
Now if he ever sticks up for someone everyone's going to question his judgement because of Orion Pax. Even if it blows over he's never living it down.
He's so humiliated he doesn't even think of shooting Orion. He's pissed but he wants to just go and hide more. So he just leaves. That's wild.
He later concocted the idea Orion was intentionally a spy and traitor to soothe his ego, but drops it again once he's had enough time to recover. Oh. And Orion insults the name Decepticon while he's at it.
Poor megs.
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