mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader
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You've bought a new pair of panties. Hopefully, Eddie likes the little surprise when he sees them.
Warning: 18 +. breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, lil bit of a hand job.
Thank you to my beta readers <3
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"What is that?"
You turn to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. With an eyebrow raised you ask, "What's what?"
"That." Eddie points at your lower back. "What's that shining right there?"
You smirk. He had noticed the little surprise you'd bought for him. So, you stood from your spot at the edge of his bed and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your thong. Pulling it up a little you say, "Oh this?"
You knew by the short intake of air that Eddie had finally seen the full thing. The red lace of the thong had his name spelled out in what you thought were tacky charms decked in rhinestones. When you’d seen the Etsy listing for them you couldn't help but wonder what Eddie’s reaction would be.
"Do you like them?" You ask. You have to turn your body slightly to see his response as words seem to have left him.
His hands were reaching out for your hips and before you knew it, Eddie was pulling down the grey sweatpants you had borrowed from him.
You gasp, slapping at his hands. "Eddie!"
"Can't help it, need to see all of them." He sounded memorized. "Do a spin for me, baby."
He lets go of you long enough for you to toe off your pants and do a tiny spin. He gives your ass a small smack as it passes.
"Fuck- baby you look breathtaking."
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You let him pull you atop his lap. His hands are warm as they smooth over the fronts of your thighs. His lips kiss up your clothed spine and you shiver in excitement. He hums as he breathes you in.
“Wanna see you bouncing on my cock with this on, Sweetheart.”
You smile. “Then lay back for me Eds and let me put on a show for you.”
He does as you request, laying back against the pillows with his arms resting behind his head. He watches your every move, eyes following as your fingers tug at his blue and black checkered boxers.
He's semi-hard, cock falling to his stomach, growing stiffer by the second. You take it into your hand and rub your Thumb over the sensitive tip.
“Mmh, that's right baby. Love when you touch me.” Eddie moans, tilting his head back to rest on the headboard.
You reach over to the nightstand and grab your bottle of lube and squinting some into your hand. It's cold. Eddie jumps a bit When you bring your lubed hand to his throbbing cock.
Slowly you begin to pump your hand. He hardens under your grasp and you can feel it throbbing as his heart rate picks up.
Eddie bites his lip as he moans. His legs flex and his hips buck up. He lets out a groan when you let go of him only to quiet down when you turn, swinging a leg over his so that you're straddling him.
His hands immediately grab your hips, thumb rubbing across his bedazzled name.
The room is filled with heavy breathing as you situate the thin string of the thong to the side. You need him inside of you and so you take his cock and guide him into your sopping-wet cunt.
There's a pounding in your core urging you to take him all the way. You choke out a cry as you do. The sudden feeling of the full stretch he gives you along with the fullness has you throwing your head back. “Fuck.”
Eddie's fingers grip tightly into your skin, flesh pudges between the digits. He's holding you so hard there will probably be bruises later, you hope so. When you nod to him, showing that you're ready, Eddie starts to guide your hips. Helping to move you up and down, grinding into his cock.
Your mouth slackens into an O shape as the head of his cock presses deep within you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you repeat as you bounce. Your pleasure is all that you can think about at that moment. At a particularly harsh snap of Eddie’s hips, you hurl forward, catching yourself on the mattress with your hands. The angle has him hitting just right and a guttural moan spews past your lips. “Eddie!”
“That’s right Sweet girl,” he praises. “Feel so good around me, just love when this sweet pussy squeezes me. S’my sweet pussy isn't it baby? All fuckin’ mine.” He grunts, hips pistoning upwards faster.
“All yours Eddie! Fuck- my pussy’s all yours!” You cry.
“Yeah? That why you had to mark it with my name? Wear those slutty panties so everyone would know whose fuckin’ pussy this is?” He stopped his thrusts and before you knew it you were lying face first on the mattress and Eddie was shoving his thick cock back into you, pounding into you even harder.
Short grunts and gasps for breath could be heard as he fucked you mercilessly into the bed. His fingers held your hips steady, fingers tangled in the lace of your thong.
“Gonna cum inside. Get you nice and round with my baby. Then there won't be any question of who you belong to.”
His words have you shuddering. Your body begins to tense as you feel yourself starting to come undone. “Yes!” you scream in answer, wanting nothing more than for you to belong to him and him to you. “Yes, yes! Fuck a baby into me, Eddie!”
One hand lets go of your hips and grabs the hair at the base of your scalp. You mewl as he pulls taut, guiding your body up and flush with his own. His lips kiss messily over your neck and shoulder. You turn your head and he connects his lips with yours. It's sloppy, a mix of spit and gnashing teeth.
“Oh fuck! Ed- Eddie I’m… fuck I’m gonna cum.”
“Mmm. Cum on my fuckin’ cock baby, show me how only I can make you feel.” His thrusts pick up to a speed you didn't think was imaginable.
Tears are flowing down your face as his grip on your hips tightens. You can’t take it anymore and with a cry of pleasure, you cum, your body trembling as he follows close behind.
He lets you fall back to the bed, falling to the side to catch a well-needed breath.
“Should wear my name more often.” Eddie gives a breathy laugh.
You eye him, watching as the hand he has laid over his stomach rises with his breathing. “I make a note of that.”
oh my freaking gosh yes
I WANT ONE
imagine a dragon who hoarded librarians and every so often knights come to rescue them and the librarians get very upset because the dragon is quiet and reshelves everything neatly and the knights are Very Annoying
can I just
happy bday, king, please go to a dentist
wanna help a bitch? take a look at my redbubble (gonna upload more designs and stuff!)
Rey is a morning person. Ben is not.
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You have no idea how long this took. You can tell I kinda gave up by the end but i have to admit it was fun! @the-music-keeper
I didn't even think of those scenes like that
There are two torture scenes in The Force Awakens. Both involve Kylo Ren and a gurney, and those are pretty much the only features they have in common. While I don’t presume to know the filmmakers’ minds, I would be very, very surprised if the scenes weren’t deliberately staged so as to form a contrast with each other.
To briefly set the scene, Kylo is summoned to interrogate Poe after the normal ‘lines of enquiry’ fail. Kylo addresses Poe with sardonic humour, asking Poe if he is “comfortable” before proceeding to put him through agony by forcibly invading his mind to extract the information he needs. Kylo is ruthless and efficient, getting straight to the task after briefly indulging his ego with some comments intended to mock Poe and his captive state. This is a standard scene of cold, villainous efficiency that you could find in almost any film of this type.
The situation with Rey is played entirely differently, and is - suffice to say - infinitely more interesting. Kylo is crouched before her when she wakes up, having seemingly remained with her, watching her, after taking her captive on Takadona. When Rey asks where she is, Kylo replies “you’re my guest” - there is no trace of his former dark humour here, since he genuinely seems to mean it. He removes his mask when Rey expresses fear at being “hunted by a creature in a mask”, and gets close to her, coming close to touching her face. Instead of immediately focusing on the information he needs, he is drawn to Rey’s emotions - he comments on her loneliness, her hope that Han Solo will become the father she never had. He identifies with her feelings, and generally seems distracted and unfocused. The interrogation ends with Rey turning the tables, penetrating Kylo’s mind as he had vainly attempted to penetrate hers. He flees to Snoke in a state of abject shock.
In short, whereas the Kylo who interrogates Poe is firmly in command and entirely focused on his goal, the Kylo who interrogates Rey is a complete mess. In his own twisted way, he shows compassion for her - he wants her to be comfortable with his presence, so removes his mask; he wants her to share her memories and emotions with him, so tells her not to be afraid; he wants to spare her the hurt he believes his father will cause, so tells her Han Solo would prove disappointing. While his goal is nominally to extract the map to Luke Skywalker from Rey’s memories, he seems to forget that that is his purpose as soon as he gets close to her - instead, he is self-indulgent, greedily grasping at the first memories, hopes and feelings he finds upon entering Rey’s head. His behaviour, then, has little to do with his official role as enforcer and interrogator for the First Order. It’s the behaviour of a man with private concerns and obsessions, a man who forgets himself when faced with the inner thoughts and feelings of a simple peasant girl.
Kylo’s behaviour is difficult to interpret or write about because it is riddled with contradictions: Kylo demonstrates both an abundance of empathy and almost no empathy at all. While he attempts to share in Rey’s feelings as he discovers them, he pays almost no attention to the fact that tears are streaming down her face. While he can draw out memories and emotions from her, he seems incapable of responding to them in a truly sympathetic way. He filters Rey’s emotions and experiences through his own - her friends are dismissed as unworthy because that is how he perceives them, her affection for Han is denied and discounted because of his own hurt, her feeling the Force becomes his own experience. He is supremely selfish, concerned with gratifying his own curiosity, vanity and fascination at the expense of Rey’s selfhood.
And that’s why her booting him out, sending him running to his master with his figurative tail between his legs, is so delightfully satisfying.
I’m TRYING to love myself but SOMEBODY *glares in the mirror* is having a TANTRUM
Not Sailor Moon related, but I'd like to share this gifset/analysis of cinematic parallels between The Castle of Cagliostro and The Great Mouse Detective with you. This was a Patreon request, so consider this post a preview of what you might see if you subscribe (Tier 1 starts at only $1/month)!
Today I would like to do a quick piece showcasing some of the cinematic parallels between Hayao Miyazaki's The Castle of Cagliostro and John Musker & Ron Clements' The Great Mouse Detective. Famously, both films' climaxes take place inside the workings of a clock tower. As many Disney animators, Musker & Clements included, are known to be fans and admirers of Miyazaki's films, it is quite likely that TGMD's climax is an intentional homage to TCoC. Here are five similar scenes from each film (reproduced as animated gifs) that I would like to discuss in particular:
The Villain's Entrance: Notice that both the Count and Ratigan take advantage of the clock tower's gears to sneak up on their enemy. Their figures are similar - large, hulking bodies, swishy red capes, and an unusual head shape. In the Count's case, his head shape is changed by his goat-shaped helmet, while Ratigan's angular pointed rat ears contrast heavily with Basil's rounded mouse ears. Interestingly, the Count moves vertically, while Ratigan moves horizontally. Both villains are temporarily thwarted by their respective Damsel in Distress warning Our Hero about the impending attack.
An Unfair Battle: Both films feature a battle to the death on an unstable surface - Caglistro's being on moving clock gears, while Mouse Detective's battle is on Big Ben's clock hands which are slippery from the rain. As mentioned earlier, both the Count and Ratigan have large hulking bodies which visually contrast between Lupin III's and Basil's lanky and significantly shorter frames. The Count and Ratigan are also armed (with a sword and rat claws respectively), whereas Lupin III had to improvise with a long wrench. Basil is completely unable to defend himself, which accords with his characterization as being entirely Brains, not Brawn. Lupin III is an adventurer, so he fares much better in this battle, but it is still heavily weighed in the Count's favour.
A Near Miss: Both movies feature a brief scene where one of the "good guys" is nearly crushed by the clock gears, only to survive from a split-second escape. Both Damsels, Clarisse and Olivia, are relatively passive in the battle and are heavily protected by Lupin III and Basil. Clarisse, being a young adult rather than a little girl, is noticeably braver and more proactive during the battle. There is brief tension when Lupin III almost looks like he will be crushed, but because of his reputation for getting out of any jam, the audience never has to worry about how he will escape. In comparison, Olivia is helpless to save herself from being crushed, and Basil has to take advantage of his knowledge on the physics of clockwork to rescue her. The scene with Olivia is significantly longer, drawing out the tension.
The Villain Unmasked: Both battles take a turn when the villain is literally, and figuratively, unmasked. A gleeful Lupin III shatters the goat horned helmet, instantly making the Count look less intimidating and more like the pathetic man he is. His stance immediately changes from murderous and dangerous, to bewildered and annoyed. The result reminds the audience that for all his ambition and bluster, the Count is just a petty criminal with delusions of grandeur. Ratigan, in comparison, shatters his own "mask." Merely spotting Basil and Olivia trying to escape from him shatters his mind, and he destroys his own illusions of good breeding and sophistication. Ratigan might be a charismatic and brilliant criminal mastermind, but when he doesn't get his way, he reveals himself to be nothing more than a feral rat.
Falling From The Clock Tower: Clarisse, who is more proactive in this battle than Olivia (for understandable reasons), attempted to knock the Count off the tower to prevent him from activating its secret. He kicks her off him in retaliation, but she and Lupin III managed to fall into the water. They are miraculously (if implausibly) unharmed, and it eventually turns out that their falling off the tower saved their lives, as the Count would be gruesomely crushed between the clock hands triggered by the secret mechanism to point to midnight. In comparison, Big Ben itself is what causes Ratigan's demise. The tolling of the tower's bells (also at midnight) would be already deafening for a human, but are completely disorienting for a rat. Disney are known to kill off their villains by having them fall off something (so as to imply their deaths rather than showing a body), and Ratigan's death is another example. Interestingly, Ratigan's fall from the tower is implicitly shown to be fatal, which contrasts with Lupin III and Clarisse's survival. The films' respective target audiences also are a factor in how their villains are defeated - Cagliostro is aimed at an older audience, so while the Count's death is not explicit, his demise is far more visceral. Knowing exactly where the Count's body is (and what has happened to it) is a more potent image; we know Ratigan likely won't survive his fall, but we don't know where his body will land.
They're pretty good movies, y'know.
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