Eddie Committing Grand Theft Auto

eddie committing grand theft auto 🚗💨

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dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics​ for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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Eddie Munson’s house (With some details!)

I dream of you, almost every night, hopefully, I won't wake up this time

Pairing; Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Fem Reader

Summary; Anakin and you struggle with feelings that are forbidden for the Jedi, but the truth will always come to light.

Warnings; 18+ or anakin will come get you, p in v sex, no protection, slight hair pulling, cunnilingus, neck kisses, forbidden/taboo sex yee

(a/n) um so this fic has one of my absolute favourite parts of any fic I've written so far in it. like not to brag but I'm currently in love with my own writing. my friend went wild over it too so hopefully y'all will like it as well! title is a lyric from Freaks by Surf Curse (which you should totally listen to) and all the lyrics are just so anakin for me idk

Word Count; 3.1k

Anakin woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily even as his dream faded. The only image that stayed with him was of your eyes, as was becoming a habit these days. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, attempting to block out the lights shining through his window and stay in blissful limbo for a little longer. Before, he would wake up excited for his training, eager to jump out of bed and explore his talents for another day-and now? Now he was begging his body to sleep for even just a few more minutes, just something to get him back in that dream world you seemed so close in. His hand pushed his hair back, and dropped into his lap. Anakin looked down, watching his fingers pick at stray threads on his sleeves, and furrowed his brow as he thought about what this meant for him. A knock sounded on his door, and your voice floated through to him. 

“Ani? You’re late, we’re about to start.”

His stomach turned at the way you said his name, flashes of his dream came to him and made him remember the sound of your voice laughing his name-he thought in a meadow somewhere, maybe. He felt you reach out through the force when he didn't respond, nudging at him gently and an image of you turning back to grin over your shoulder at him sprung to mind, blinding him for a second. Anakin hoped he didn’t accidentally project it to you, as he’s come close to doing many times.

Letting you know that he’ll be out in a second, he rolled out of his bed and reached for his clothes. As he pulled his shirt on, he thought he saw your hand pressed against his abdomen, fingers curling slightly and he could swear he felt your nails digging into his flesh. It’s gone in a second though, and he resumed dressing. 

You were leaning against the wall when he opened his door, eyes closed and face turned up to soak in the sun. 

“Well we’re both going to be late now, why did you wait?” He wondered if he actually wanted the answer to his question, if it might complicate things even further for him. You turned toward him, eyes opening and then squinting against the light, and hummed at his question. Appearing as though you were mulling it over, you suddenly smiled softly at him.

“Because then we’d both be late, of course.” No, he really didn’t want the answer after all. 

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Training goes well for the both of you, with Anakin managing to forget about his dream for most of it. Until you both had to try an exercise with each other. 

He had forgotten the original purpose of this activity by now, only focusing on holding back from you. Both of you were sitting cross legged facing each other, trying to reach out into each other's minds-Anakin forgot how talented you were for a minute before you started probing, and he quickly had to try and close himself off. You had quirked your brow at sensing this, but thankfully didn’t say anything. It was silent in the room, and he was certain you could very likely hear his heartbeat. He prided himself on his control, his discipline-he knew he was a good jedi, there was no doubt about that. But at that moment it was like he couldn’t stop thinking about everything he’d tried to bury down. 

Anakin could feel you poking around in his mind, soft and gentle like everything else about you. His mind threw up the image of you from his dream grinning over your shoulder and he shut a metaphorical door on it, the ghost of your hand on his stomach reared up and he pulled it back, burying it deep down as he felt your presence getting closer. Your instructor started talking, telling all of you that you could stop now and Anakin immediately relaxed-not realising that you hadn’t withdrawn completely. The mirage of you laughing in a meadow burst forward and he couldn’t tell if you had seen it or not; you didn’t seem to react in any way so he forced himself to slow the thrumming in his chest.

You left together, automatically walking into his room to settle onto his balcony. It looked over some greenery and a small lake, and it was peaceful. Often, both of you can be found there just sitting in silence with each other and watching the various creatures glide through the water. It’s one of the few times Anakin feels truly at peace, a rare respite from the turmoil he often feels inside-though that usually calms somewhat when he sees you anyway. Sometimes he feels the dark pulling at him inside, the cold tendrils tugging him under and wrapping around him-then you’ll smile, and it’s like the clouds clear, sun blindingly bright. You have your own chairs on his balcony which you both instinctively settle into these days and Anakin relaxed into his, hands resting on the arms and only a few centimeters away from yours. The chairs used to be on opposite sides of this little area, he has no idea when it happened but somehow they migrated until there was less than half a foot between them.

Your eyes were closed and your face was turned up toward the setting sun again, a perfect mirror of that morning. Anakin’s eyes wandered down, sliding over your neck but pausing when you swallowed and your throat visibly moved. He concentrated, pushing forward slightly and centering in on your pulse point. The gentle thump of your heart beat resounded through him, he could sense the blood flowing under your skin, pumping around your body and all he could feel was life. His eyes closed as he let your presence wash over him. Everything about it was light, like a sunrise coming up inside him and reaching into even the deepest darkest corners of his soul. 

“I can feel when you do that, did you know?” Your voice was soft, barely louder than the breeze that swept his hair over his cheek. He opened his eyes slowly, still fixed on your pulse point. “It-I like it though.” The blood flowed faster as you spoke, and you tilted your head toward him. “I think-I think it’s what a kiss might feel like, Ani. It’s soft, and-and intimate.” Your cheeks flushed a little, and Anakin wanted to trace his fingertips over the blossoming heat. He sat up slowly and brushed his hair back.

Avoiding eye contact, he turned your hand over and smoothed his thumb across your palm. You watched him carefully, goosebumps rising along your arm as his thumb kept sliding along and stopped on your wrist just under your sleeve. He rubbed the digit in a gentle circle, brow furrowing as he cleared his throat lightly. His eyes darted back up to your neck quickly. 

“I can’t tell you if you’re right or not,” but I want to. He spoke quietly, and you could hardly hear him even though the only other sound was the leaves on the trees rustling. “I-I want to know, though. Do you?” Anakin’s head dipped down so he didn’t have to look at you as you responded, but his answer came in the form of your hand shifting to link your fingers with his, your thumb brushing the back of his hand instead. Looking up again, there was a soft smile on your face and your eyes shone slightly in the pink of the sky. You sat up straighter in your chair and he shifted forward, so close he could feel your breath on his face. Your lips were a hair's breadth away from his now, and he watched curiously as your gaze dipped down, glancing at his tongue poking out for a second. 

You shouldn’t be doing this, you couldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t right, not allowed. You were both jedi and had purposes, this wasn’t what was meant to happen. He wouldn’t-couldn’t.

Anakin closed his eyes for a couple of beats, then opened them and moved his free hand up toward your face. His fingertips pressed gently against your chin to tilt your head away, and he dipped down towards your neck. He stopped millimeters away, breathed out shakily, licked his lips, then pressed a kiss to your pulse point-and it felt holy. You gasped at the sensation and he stayed there for a few seconds before moving away again. Keeping his eyes closed, he moved slightly lower, pressed another kiss on your skin, feeling your pulse flutter against his lips and one of your hands slid into his hair. Moving lower again, he blew gently on your neck and listened to your breath hitch. He parted his lips and leaned in again, leaving an open mouthed kiss on you this time. 

Anakin swallowed and moved his face until he was looking at the column of your throat, stretched up as your head tilted back. His tongue licked into the hollow, gently lapping at your skin as the hand in his hair tightened. His lips pressed against you once more, and he was unable to resist the groan rising in his throat as he felt his hair being pulled again. Letting his eyes slip shut, he sucked tenderly at your flesh and your breathing picked up-whines flowing from you freely. He broke away after a few seconds and leaned his forehead against your neck, breathing hard with you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, attempting to find the right words to say.

“Ani-Ani we shouldn’t-”

He slid his hands up to hold your waist, tugging at the fabric and pulling you slightly into his body.

“I need to-” He muttered shakily, and began to bunch the hem of your shirt up to slide his hands under the fabric. You gasped as your skin made contact and his palms flattened over your ribcage, almost spanning the expanse of your stomach. He pressed his lips together as his thumbs brushed back and forth, skimming the underside of your breasts and feeling your soft skin. Tilting his head to watch your reactions, he whispered into your throat, “Will you let me?” You pulled on his hair to move his face away and looked down to lean your forehead on his for a second. Lifting back up, you watched his eyelids flutter as you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Of course I will, Anakin.” You could have sworn he whimpered when you spoke, and his hands moved up again to cup your breasts. He left more kisses on your neck and decorating your collarbones as he smoothed his thumbs over your nipples. They stiffened under his touch and and he pushed the hem up even further to reveal your chest, mouth watering at the sight of you. You watched him carefully-he looked entranced, almost unaware of his actions as he slid off the chair and onto his knees to the floor between your legs. He stared at your chest, eyes dark as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples-your eyes closed again and head fell back at the feeling, unlike anything else you’d experienced before. 

His teeth scraped lightly against your skin when you arched your back, subconsciously pushing your bust into his face. Anakin groaned, slid his hands around to clutch at your back, pulling you closer if possible, and sucked firmly until it almost hurt. He heard your gasp and let you go, watching the string of spit that connected his mouth to your pert breast. A whimper escaped you as his tongue licked at the other, tracing slow circles on your skin.

He moved down slowly, palming at your chest once more before letting your shirt fall back to where it was. Eyes focused on his expressions, you barely noticed his hands had moved until you felt fingers digging into your waistband, tugging it slowly over your hips. You gently prised his hands off you to lift your hips and tug them down yourself, leaving them halfway down your thighs, and he grabbed the waistband again to pull them down your legs. He bit back a moan when he saw you had pushed your underwear down too. His own trousers were becoming rather tight the longer he looked at you, and he shifted his hips to try and relieve the strain while wrestling the fabric off over your feet. 

Anakin pushed at your knees, opening you up to his gaze, and palmed his hand over his bulge at the sight. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t an expert in this, he’d never so much as kissed anyone (technically) and he didn’t pretend to know what he was doing-but it somehow just felt right to grab at the backs of your thighs and hook your knees over his shoulders, pressing his face further toward your center. Something brushed against his cheek and over the bridge of his nose-he looked up to see you staring curiously down at him, pushing the force out and washing gently over his face. His lips suddenly felt dry and he licked them again, feeling your thighs twitch around his head, and he hesitantly licked into your cunt. Your arousal coated his tongue, making him immediately want to taste you again. You moaned quietly and thrusted your hands into his hair, grabbing what you could when his tongue traced the seam of your pussy, trailing up your slit from your entrance to the hood of your clit. 

It was like he lost it after that, couldn’t help pushing his face as far into you as he could-one of his hands reached up to paw at your breasts as he lapped at your center. His eyes closed while he embraced the feel of you-letting your taste, your scent, your sheer presence overwhelm him. The bridge of his nose bumped against your clit and you gasped, clenching and causing a rush of wetness to soak Anakin’s chin. He moaned at that, nails digging into your flesh and nose pressing harder against you. Stiffening his tongue, he ran it up and down your cunt, sloppily mixing his saliva and your juices together-then you moaned loudly when he suddenly decided to push the muscle inside you. You arched your back as your orgasm approached and attempted to close your legs, stopped by his head and roughly pushed back open by a strong hand. The display of force was too much and pushed you over the edge, which Anakin didn’t even seem to notice and he kept licking into you, nose still nudging at your clit and tongue slipping into your quivering entrance. 

Your whining finally made him pull away, watching you twitch slightly with the aftershocks and grinning at the heavy rise and fall of your chest. His hands slid down, gently tracing his fingers over your cunt and he felt himself harden further when your hips jerked up slightly, your body sensitive and unused to the attention. His thumbs spread you open to lick another stripe up-then he gently pressed an open mouthed kiss over your swollen bud, only stopping when you used the grip on his hair to push his face away, unable to handle anymore.

He sat up and rested his forehead on your stomach, drawing circles on your thighs with his fingers and humming quietly when your fingers relaxed to continue carding through his hair. Your finger tapped his temple and he pecked your tummy briefly before looking up.

“I-I want-”

“Okay.” He smiled up at you, eyes glassy at the thought.

Gently letting your legs down, he settled back into his chair and tugged on your hand, pulling you out of yours until you were leaning over him, holding onto his shoulders. He hooked his hands around your legs to pull you down on his lap, knees bracketing his thighs. Your arms circled his neck, both of you letting out a moan when your core settled over the tent in his trousers and his hands gripping your hips tightly. You rocked experimentally and Anakin groaned, quickly reaching down inside his pants to pull out his length. He watched through lidded eyes as you rose slightly and shifted until his tip pressed up into your entrance, carefully lowering yourself so that he was almost fully inside you.

Hands dropping down, you feverishly pushed at his shirt to get your hands on his stomach, just needing to feel his skin against yours. As soon as your palms pressed flatly on his abs, your body relaxed and he moaned filthily loudly as you sunk the rest of the way down his cock. Anakin let his head fall against the back of the chair and squeezed the meat of your hips. Slowly lifting you off him a little so he could buck his hips up, his mouth dropped open at the feeling of your slick channel welcoming him. 

He kept thrusting his hips up for a few minutes, enraptured by the intense pleasure he could feel-he reached out subconsciously and felt you respond, energy melding with his. Somehow the pleasure was even more intense and you clenched around him, nails digging into his stomach. His head snapped up as he looked down, watching you leave crescent shaped marks in his skin and he flashed back to that morning when he thought he saw your hand on him. The memory made him buck up roughly, cock pushing messily into you and making you cum suddenly, not that you had even realised your orgasm was that close. Your walls fluttered around him and in turn pushed him over the edge, making him groan as he spilled inside you-he let his hips fall back to the chair slowly, watching his cum drip out of you and down his shaft. Whimpering quietly, you settled back down, sliding onto him once more to rest in his lap and pressed your face into his neck. He slid his hand into your hair and he turned to kiss your temple, feeling like a ball of light was swelling inside his heart.

Anakin’s other hand gently traced over the marks your nails had left on his stomach and he couldn’t help but think of the other flashes he had seen that morning, of your smile and your laugh-yet to come, he hoped. 

This couldn’t be it, couldn’t be what the jedi forbade. This was warm and good and-and right.

(a/n)2 I was going to have anakin say "we need to-" not "I need to-" but as I reread it I was like idk why but I just feel like it Has to be 'I' not 'we'. feel like it fits better. anyway let me know what u think!!

@i984

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𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝑎 𝑏 𝑐 𝑑 𝑒 𝑓 𝑔 ℎ 𝑖 𝑗 𝑘 𝑙 𝑚 𝑛 𝑜 𝑝 𝑞 𝑟 𝑠 𝑡 𝑢 𝑣 𝑤 𝑥 𝑦 𝑧

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗠 𝗡 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗪 𝗫 𝗬 𝗭

𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩

𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜

𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

𝘼 𝘽 𝘾 𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙂 𝙃 𝙄 𝙅 𝙆 𝙇 𝙈 𝙉 𝙊 𝙋 𝙌 𝙍 𝙎 𝙏 𝙐 𝙑 𝙒 𝙓 𝙔 𝙕

𝙖 𝙗 𝙘 𝙙 𝙚 𝙛 𝙜 𝙝 𝙞 𝙟 𝙠 𝙡 𝙢 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙦 𝙧 𝙨 𝙩 𝙪 𝙫 𝙬 𝙭 𝙮 𝙯

𝒜 ℬ 𝒞 𝒟 ℰ ℱ 𝒢 ℋ ℐ 𝒥 𝒦 ℒ ℳ 𝒩 𝒪 𝒫 𝒬 ℛ 𝒮 𝒯 𝒰 𝒱 𝒲 𝒳 𝒴 𝒵

𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 𝑒 𝒻 𝑔 𝒽 𝒾 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 𝑜 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏

𝔸 𝔹 ℂ 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝔾 ℍ 𝕀 𝕁 𝕂 𝕃 𝕄 ℕ 𝕆 ℙ ℚ ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝕍 𝕎 𝕏 𝕐 ℤ

𝕒 𝕓 𝕔 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕨 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫

Numbers

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⑪⑫⑬⑭⑮⑯⑰⑱⑲⑳

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