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thinking about how much steve would love pleasuring you. he would barely care about getting himself off when instead he could be making you feel good. it didn’t matter how he did it as long as he got to. his fingers working against your clit, rubbing the cluster of nerves as you threw your head back in pleasure. thick fingers pushing into your entrance, a small gasp leaving him as he felt your walls tighten around him. he’d beg you to let him taste your pussy. wanting nothing more than to burry himself between your thighs and taste you. he liked the warmth you gave off as he worked his tongue against you. your sweet and sticky slick covering his face in a way he would never get used to. he’d be moaning into you when you dripped on his tongue, so thankful you let him do this. he’d kill to watch your face as he pushed into you, the air evading your lungs as you moaned for him. the best part of the experience was feeling your body tense against or around him. he’d love to pull orgasms from you, pink lips parting as he watched your body give into him. he’d love to help you, praising you softly as your orgasm approached. “come on, baby.” hed whisper to you gently. “ah ah don’t fight it, let yourself feel good.” he’d keep his pace steady, doing whatever he knew you needed to finally let go. “there she is, there’s my girl.” he’d softly laugh when you finally did. “felt good didn’t it, honey? i know, i know.” you’d cover your face, embarrassment creeping up on you. steve knew this part was coming, quickly kissing your neck and telling you “this is good for me, would make you cum for hours if you let me, beautiful.” he loved making you feel good, so much so that it made him feel good to do it.

i love doing apologism for fictional characters. yes he killed people and ruined everything but thats ok bc i like him and hes my little baby. so who cares

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JOSEPH QUINN for Esquire Singapore

All the fics about Eddie with his soft tummy, pretty bellybutton, light haired happy trail and beard omg. I just cannot with soft soft tummy 🥹

Softness

Eddie Munson has the most edible body you have ever encountered. He’s not built like a model, he’s not massive or cut or particularly reminiscent of the hunks plastered in those shitty magazines your mom reads.

But his narrow waist just invites you to curl your arms around it. His slim ass is practically just asking to be grabbed. His arms are stronger than one would think, and in the summer when he wears diy tanktops made of old cut up band tees, you practically salivate any time he crosses his arms. Sometimes you even go out of your way to annoy him just so he’ll fold his arms over his chest in the way that accentuates his firm biceps making you swoon.

But the part of him just begging for your attention the most is his stomach. When his shirts ride up and display the light trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his boxers? Fuck. You go lightheaded on sight.

You’re drawn like a magnet, practically throwing yourself at his body anytime he reaches up for something or pulls off a sweater - any motion that could possibly expose your favorite part of him. Your hand moves of its own accord, a moth to a flame, sliding over his hair and skin and relishing in the warmth. The softness of him. Because Eddie is lean, but there is a softness to him that makes you salivate. The slightest rounding of his edges that makes him so comfortable to fold into. So easy to melt against. So easy to bite.

“You alright there, Grabby Hands McGee?” he asks you with a laugh as your palm meets his lower stomach like clockwork when he reaches for a cereal bowl. You’d appeared at his side out of nowhere, but he takes it in stride, wrapping the hand not reaching into the cabinet around your shoulders to pull you against his body.

“Just love feeling you, Eds,” you hum happily, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder and smoothing your hand in a circle on his belly. Fingers sliding through the sparse soft hair. He hums right back and places a kiss on top of your head, lowering his arm to settle the cereal bowl on the counter.

With his two hands now free, he shifts to face you and cups your face on either side. Both of your hands have now moved to rub at his belly, obscured now by his shirt hem which has settled back into place. Eddie keeps his eyes closed for a moment while he rests his forehead against yours. Savoring the feeling of your hands on his body.

When he opens his eyes and straightens up, he peers down at you with a crinkling smirk.

“Hate to tell you, sweets, but if you keep touching me like that you’re gonna feel me inside you pretty soon,” he says with a chuckle.

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