#em headcanons

Oh you KNOW he’s a little shit about it too.

“What’s wrong, angel? Cat got your tongue again?”

Your lips part, a series of whimpers claw their way out of your dry throat. You want to speak, you really do, but your head is lost somewhere between his mattress and the piece of heaven he’s making you see with every drag of his hips.

Eddie chuckles, and without stopping his movements, he leans forward. His hand cup your neck from behind, lifting your head just enough to place a kiss on your forehead. The gesture is so sweet it makes you break even more.

“Come on, give me something,” he drawls, “you know how much I love those pretty sounds, but use your words, sweetheart. How are we doing?”

He highlights his question with a particular harsh trust, a contrast to the way his ring clad fingers rub soothing circles on the sides of your soft skin. You finally bring yourself to look at him, wild curly hair and those impossible brown eyes that reflect not only mischief, but his undying adoration for you.

You all but exhale, knowing you won’t be able to conjure more than the two words circling your head in that moment.

“…Thank you.”

Your words are so soft, yet they hit him like a truck. He stalls only for a second, before that devilish grin spreads wide across his face.

“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart, you can’t give out on me now,” he shakes his head, fastening his pace. “Not when you’re so fucking pretty like this. Look at you–all dumb on me.”

Your head falls back, and his mouth gladly finds the side of your neck. Dragging his teeth teasingly over the skin before closing his lips around it.

“Come on, you’ve been doing so good for me. So goddamn good,” he praises between kisses. “Gotta give me one more. One more, and I’ll tuck you in and sing you a lullaby after, yeah?”

You can’t answer at this point, but your body does. Eddie sees it in the way your breath hitches, the way your hips tilt even closer to him, the way your nails drag across his back, all of it says yes, yes, please, Eddie.

“Say it again,” he orders against your skin, when he feels your walls clenching around him. “Say thank you. Say it while I make you come on my cock.”

“Th-thank–“ you gasp, unable to finish the sentence before your whole body snaps.

He laughs, before his own movements become erratic as he spills thick, hot ropes of cum inside you with a groan.

Once the waves of pleasure are over and you stop seeing stars, your lashes flutter but your eyes can barely stay open, your breathing still shaky and uneven. You couldn’t get up even if you tried.

Which is why the bastard is thriving.

we know he had plenty of job opportunities after leaving overwatch; i cant help but wonder if either:

whatever he ended up deciding to do ended up incidentally leading him into an encounter with the mysterious organization (somehow?); couldve been something as mundane as him noticing the eye symbol hidden somewhere, taking a picture like "what is this?", then skip forward a few days and suddenly he has Disappeared Mysteriously, without a single clue as to his whereabouts

OR

it was a set-up; they specifically targeted him (under the guise of something entirely unassuming) with something they *knew* he would be interested in (judging by whatever information theyve collected, which is rather extensive, im sure), and he took the bait

Okay but hear me out: Top George.

Maybe at first because Fernando is fucking with him. He knows full well that George spent the evening flirting around expecting to get railed and he's messing a bit when he says, so are you gonna fuck me? And George blinks because oh. Huh. But he's game, and honestly the idea of fucking Fernando? Very hot. So he's like yeah, of course, and Fernando is a bit surprised but hey, he's not opposed!

Kinky kinky 🔥 hell yessss.

First of all, them having a freaky girl? Fantastic. So metal.

I think Johnny has a hidden breeding kink. He didn’t even know he had it before you, because knocking up a girl has never been something he wanted back in his reckless days. Quite the opposite, really. But then you came around. And matched his stamina. And want to try new things all the time. And you’re so good with his nephew. And you’d look so good carrying his child. It makes him hard just thinking about it. He starts getting these thoughts everyday and suddenly oh my god! he actually needs to stop using protection and fill you up every night or he’ll die :))

I have a fic with this premise btw, go check it out -> The sexy part of it <3

For Eddie I’m leaning towards role playing. He’s a certified NERD and you love to indulge his creativity, always <3 so when you say you’d be down to play any character he wants he almost comes in the spot. Bonus points if he gets to tie you up in the process (we all saw those handcuffs boy, why don’t we put them to good use?) Also…hear me out: Eddie roleplaying as ghostface :))) *runs away*

Oh my god I got some cute thoughts about this ♥️

For Eddie, I think he’d definitely go the crafty way. There are so many possibilities there, the intention alone of doing/creating something just for you? It’s the most romantic thing his curly haired head can think of.

It could be a detailed drawing of you, the way he sees you immortalized on paper, “Eddie’s gaze” if you will. Maybe those homemade rings he once saw at a fair, or a mixtape he carefully curates just for you (including a very personal message at the end you keep rewinding the tape for)

Now if we want to go a little further, I’d say his dramatic ass would fully serenade you outside your window without a care in the world (the neighbors almost throw water at him) and THEN gives you the tape.

Now for Johnny, we know he’s a bit over the top. I’d say he’s more of a “hundred pieces of your favorite flower” bouquet type of guy. Takes you to a fancy dinner in candlelight with expensive wine and expensive everything. Even the outfit you wear for the date was an early gift.

Because of the height difference between them, the reader developed this habit—maybe it was just spontaneous—of kissing Eddie on his shoulder. It became something really special and intimate for both of them. And that’s exactly why he would get a tattoo right there, just above that area

Oh I’m hearing you out 🫦

Knowing Eddie (my most personal friend) he’d get the shape of your lips there. So he can walk around with a permanent kiss of yours (his words). And then every time you want to kiss him there again he’d be like:

“Come on sweetheart, line up those lips.”

Making an exaggerated pout that gets you laughing every time, because he’s so dramatic and so yours 💋