#downside: wouldn't let me pause so i was a little sucked in and didn't live blog all of my reactions

[fluffypotatey]

watching Leverage: episode 2

ok i made myself some pb&js and i am off to ep 2

spoilers, duh

thoughts before i watch:

i feel so conflicted about sophie/nathan and not in the way you think

i feel conflicted as in i don't know if i want to know all the details of their history together

like i love just the added layer that says "these two knew each other and had something in the past but have drifted apart for reasons"

so it's a "tell me!" but also "don't tell me! let them be mysterious about it!"

so will the next episode kick off from the last one? or will it be like a little time skip and some cons later kind of thing?

i'm fine with either because with the time skip, it helps alleviate the stress of building new character dynamics in a way. like, they're still new and some character will clash at first, but it's lessened a little (or not and that will be one of the major conflicts in the episode).

but i also like seeing how they work immediately after, seeing the awkward kind of team up and such. do they hang out after a con? do they live together or is that just the base of operations?

but enough of me talking about that. let's get into it!

le thoughts while i watch:

ok apparently the site i was using crashed so i spent....too long (for my patience) finding another BUT I DID IT

got worried for a second because the first scene was not with our gang and thought i accidentally clicked on an army show

rip the soldiers you seemed like fine dudes, you probably would have joined a frat

right off the bat we have deaths. like i know i said i'd wait but this is episode 2! AND it came out of nowhere!!!!

ooooh we talking about veteran insurance??? and how the govt just sort of drops them if they're disabled???....yeah, this is gonna be heavy

"i'm sorry [talking about how the guy's finacee left him after the incident]" "i'm not mad, it happens" when i tell you my heart BROKE. no! no it shouldn't!!!

also the site..... is buffering on me..... and i WILL commit crimes if i cannot watch this episode

i am glad the doctor is looking after the dude tho, but she's upset that she has to let him down and my HEART

"you know this is a soap commercial right?" god, i love you sophie, make that soap commercial a soap opera

"peggy killed her first husbanD" I LOVE HER

they made their own office goddam

ok so did they just, not talk after the first gig? did they go their separate ways and just hope that one day they'd do another heist again? it seems like nathan and alec kept in touch but what about everyone else????

elliot i want to know your life

how can one know a type pf gun from the sound of its gunshot???

wow, they really just exPOSED lobbyist corruption with the government huh....damn

oh i wanna punch that congressman

so many things happening what is going on???

holy shit whyyyyy were they shooting army men??? they were gonna kill perry in cold blood. puppy eyes perry??? perry who was practicing physical therapy after hours be himself T^T because he knows his days in that hospital is limited???

parker is so cute, sure she's probably committed arson, but that means nothing

alec is the best, i love him, he's my boy

"yeah i hack the camera just give a minute or two--" *elliot just throws a rock* "...or steal my thunder why don't you"

no matter who's together, the ot3's chemistry is *chef's kiss*

parker was just WAITING for an excuse to blow up that door akdjsd i love her AND ALEC'S EXPRESSION I LOVE

ALEC MY BOY

"this is racial isn't it?" i cackled so hard.

man that congressman switched up so fast lmao then got caught

nathan bought a tesla.....i am so sorry all i can think of it present news lmao

it is nice to have a heist show where like....nothing goes wrong

everything that they planned for happens and if there are things that go left, they have a backup for it that they use and it's so.... n i c e and refreshing to watch a show like that

general thoughts:

like, i knew there would be episodes that criticize corporations and there'd be discussion of government corruption but....episode two???? they really aren't pulling any punches

also how they show the struggle a lot of disabled veterans go through because they don't have a funded safety net. like the doctor for perry really wants to help, and you can see that when she lectures nathan about trying to scam perry (he wasn't but from the outside, it's not hard to understand why she thought that). it hurts her to have to try and help these people who just want to get better, but have such limiting resources to the point that she has to turn them away after a couple months.

nathan is very much still a firm believer that this gang of crooks can become a gang of good crooks. and this is really sweet. you can see that they gang still helps him with the heist even if they can't believe that they are good people. but i like the ending for this because they're acknowledging that yeah, it felt great to help return the money to the people who needed it, and maybe they'd like to do this again.

moral of the story: corporations get fucked and i am enjoying it

remember kids, cleaning blood money works better with cold water, not shooting witnesses. that just adds to the dirt.

#leverage #fluffy reacts #5 websites and i finally found one that worked #bitches made me download an app and IT DIDN'T WORK #downside: wouldn't let me pause so i was a little sucked in and didn't live blog all of my reactions #long post #i see a lot of talk about this 'insurance company' nathan used to work for and tho it's in the background it's brought up again and again #.........'spicious 😒 #will i watch ep3 today? idk

[thirstbxtch]

Last Time (Cash Only Pt. II)

Part I Here

Pairing: Eddie/Reader. No Y/N.

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.

Drug Use. Sex. Language. All that fun stuff. I feel like this is all over the place tbh.

It's a month before you go to Eddie again. And oh what a month. You didn't have any classes together, but just passing him in the hall was enough to leave your mouth dry. Sometimes he would meet your eyes while talking to one of his friends against the lockers.

Almost every night you tossed and turned restless at the thought of Eddie Munson making you cum harder than any of your actual boyfriends ever had. Fucking hell. You wonder what he thinks when he sees you. Does he think about you on your knees? Does he think about how wet you got sucking him off? It's almost embarrassing to think about now.

You think I'm just going to let you walk out of here with that pussy all wet for me.

He didn't have to get you off. He was already giving you the drugs. That was the deal. But he did anyway.

Finals are over now, it's the beginning of winter break, and you feel in need of some well-deserved rest and relaxation. And since Eddie is the only dealer you know, small town downsides, not exactly a variety of drug dealers to choose from--here you are.

Eddie answers the knock at the door, surprised to see you, it's been awhile. He was thinking about crossing you off his list of regular clientele.

"Hey," he offers, casual.

"Hey," you reply, hands shoved into your jacket pockets, "just pot this time."

You meet his eyes. Soft as always, maybe a little startled.

"Yeah, sure thing."

You follow him back to his room as always, admiring the line of his shoulders, as you do.

"How much?" He asks, once in his room.

"Half an ounce." You intend on thoroughly enjoying your winter break.

He hums a response, searching through his cache.

"So I have the regular stuff, or I have a new strain. It will run you a little more though, but I say it's totally worth it." Eddie says, glancing at you over his shoulder.

You try to decide if he's making some sort of innuendo--It will run you a little more though--cash, or something else? Has he changed his mind? You ultimately conclude that he isn't and he hasn't.

"Sure, why not," you answer, looking casually around his room, trying to look at anything but him.

That's where you knelt on the floor. Fuck.

"Cool." He pulls out a little scale and starts measuring out a half, carefully putting the green buds into a baggie once it's accurate.

"That's $35." Eddie says, sealing up the bag, still turned away from you.

You counted your money before you came over and you find the bills in your wallet without incident, offering them up smoothly.

Eddie takes the cash, fingertips brushing yours, and hands you the bag.

"Great," he says, quickly flicking through the bills to make sure it's right.

You told yourself you weren't going to do this, you weren't going to do this.

"Disappointed?" You ask mildly.

You did it.

He pauses, caught off guard but it's only for a moment, noticing your teasing half smile.

"I wouldn't be the only one, sweetheart," he lilts in return.

Something passes between you. A challenge? An opportunity--you let it go, offering him a thanks instead and pocketing the baggie.

You turn to leave before it can get weird, or weirder? But Eddie's voice stops you.

"Hey, uh--you wanna stay, hangout?"

You half turn back. He's got one hand on the back on his neck, and the other shoved into his pocket.

"I was getting ready to smoke anyways," he offers, shrugging, and the hand on the back of his neck drops into his other pocket.

"Sure, yeah."

The words come out reflexively, before you can really think about it. You've never smoked together before. He's never asked you to stay--probably just wants another blowjob, but you play along.

"Cool," he nods, giving you a small smile. "You wanna go out to the living room? I'll be there in a minute."

You leave for the living room, making your way to the couch, and take a seat at one end, leaving plenty of room for Eddie.

Meanwhile Eddie is in his room, rolling a joint, and internally freaking the fuck out. Just don't make it weird dude. But he remembers your fingers glistening as you pulled them out of your jeans and the dark, wet spot on your panties, and how you said his name when you were cumming. He palms the front of his own jeans now just to take the edge off before he can get hard.

"Beer?" Eddie asks, coming out of his room, joint in hand, and heading for the fridge.

"Yeah," you answer, and Eddie joins you on the couch shortly, setting open beers on the coffee table. He sits in the middle of the couch, instead of at the other end. You notice he only has the one joint.

"Oh, do I need--did you want me to roll my own?" You question, uncertainly. Of course, you could roll your own, but he's the one who asked  you to stay so--

"Nah, thought we could share," Eddie explains. "Ladies first." He passes you the joint and you raise it to your lips while he flicks out his lighter, holding the flame to the end as you inhale.

Eddie focuses on the way the joint rests between your lips. For some reason it reminds him of the way you kissed his neck.

Asking you to stay is either the best or the worst idea he's ever had.

You exhale, handing the joint back to him and reaching for your beer. He flicks on the TV, channel surfing while taking a hit. The noise helps take some of the tension out of the room.

"This ok?" Eddie asks looking over at you, breathing out smoke.

"Sorry?" You're distracted by the smoke drifting past his lips.

He nods toward the TV.

"Is this ok? Or do you want to watch something else?"

You glance over at the tv, absolutely no idea what's on.

"No, this is fine."

He passes the joint back to you. Fingertips again. He looks at the TV, distracting himself.

Fingertips. Inhale. Exhale. Alternating pulls of beer.

A Charlie's Angels re-run is on apparently, and you smile already starting to feel light.

"You like Charlie's Angels?"

"What?" Eddie smiles back. "'s  badass."

Smoke slips past his mouth again.

"Which Angel would you be?"

"I don't know, I've never really thought about it," you shrug, taking the joint from him, "Sabrina, I guess?"

Eddie hums, watching you take a hit this time.

"Mmm, yeah, you seem like a Sabrina."

"What about you?"

"Jill, definitely." He smirks and you wrinkle your face.

"Jill was only in the first season, you're just saying that because she's Farrah Fawcett."

"Am not," Eddie replies in mock offense, "we have a lot in common."

"Such as?"

"Great hair."

You laugh.

"Ok, yes, you both have great hair."

Eddie gives you a coy look.

"You like my hair?"

"Yeah," you smile, already somewhat warm and loose, reaching out and catching some of his hair gently between your fingers, "It's nice."

Eddie sighs inwardly at the featherlight sensation, disappointed when you pull your hand away.

"How did your paper go?" He asks when commercials start to flash across the TV.

"Paper?"

"Yeah, last time--" fuck, yeah just don't make it weird dude, he clears his throat, "last time you said you had to write a paper."

The mention of last time makes you feel warm in a way that isn't from the pot or the beer. Last time you were soaking your panties from having Eddie in your mouth. You came on his fingers. Eddie made you come.

"Yeah, it was fine. I got a B." You say, only briefly glancing over at him and taking a pull of your beer.

"Cool." Eddie shifts closer to hand you the joint this time. It's nearly gone. Probably two or three hits left.

Smoke. Fingertips. Cheap aftershave and cigarettes.

"I've been thinking about it a lot," Eddie says as you inhale, voice low now, "last time."

He goes on. You're breathing out smoke and he's running an index finger down the line of throat.

"Liked the way you kissed my neck." He pauses, leaning in, he's so close, face just an inch away from yours and you're looking straight ahead, completely out of it, trying to decide if this is real or some pot induced fever dream. "I mean the blow job was great too, definitely enjoyed that," he adds tone conversational before lowering again, "but--I can't stop thinking about this."

Then he's mimicking the gesture, pressing his own lips just beneath your jaw, and a small "oh" escapes you. But then he's pulling away, plucking the joint from between your fingers, and settling back against the couch.

His eyes are dark. He looks at you before tipping his head up towards the ceiling and taking the last hit.

It's your turn to lean in, accepting the open invitation of his neck, placing your lips over his pulse point. He hums an exhale, then leans forward to put the joint out in an ashtray.

When he leans back, he pulls you over onto his lap and you straddle him, placing your lips on his throat once again. He sighs. You skim your hands up his sides and then under his shirt. He removes it and you take a moment to admire his lean body and the tattoos marking it.

"Can't stop thinking about it either. Last time."

He watches your eyes flicker and darken, then curls a hand under your chin and kisses you, soft, needy, hands skimming up your sides then back down, fingers reaching for the hem of your shirt, and you help him, shrugging it off. Soft brown eyes take in the sight of you left in your bra, the swell of your breasts then back up to your mouth, capturing it once again.

You're both crossfaded, melting into each other. You stay like that for a long time, lazily making out and grinding against each other, kissing throats and their hollows, collarbones and their end, fueled by the slow friction of denim between you.

Nimble hands finally slide up your back to undo your bra clasp, and you let it slip off and down your arms.

Eddie stares at your tits, biting his lip and skimming his hands up your ribcage, cupping your breasts and flicking his thumbs over your nipples.

Your head drops back with a gasp and then his mouth is there, teasing, sucking.

And you're so high, reality is fading away, it's just you and Eddie and skin and want.

When your nipples are both wet and swollen, Eddie stands, lifting you with him, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carries you the short distance to his room, setting you down on the edge of the bed, and you both help  each other struggle out of jeans and underwear.

Eddie lays back on the bed and looks at you through long lashes,

"69?" His voice deceptively soft.

Normally the prospect of being ass first in someone else's face would make you blush, but you're high and horny and you don’t care.

"Yeah," you exhale, breathless.

He pats his chest, grinning wickedly, and you try to maneuver as gracefully as possible onto the bed next to him and then sit backwards on his chest, leaning forward to brace your palms on his hips.

Eddie palms and grabs your hips, smoothly pulling them back until your pussy is right above his mouth, glistening, the scent of your desire sweet and sharp.

"Mmm, so fucking wet for me princess," is the only warning you have before he licks you, a wide stripe with the flat of his tongue, moaning at how wet and sweet you are, the sound traveling through your core and up your spine.

You arch back into the touch with a long sigh, eyes falling shut, savoring the sensation before turning your attention to Eddie, his hard length before you, the tip wet. You loosely grasp the base and the lick the head, intentionally swiping over the wetness. This earns you another groan from Eddie who's eating your pussy with abandon, his nose and chin occasionally bumping your center, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place.

You suck the swollen head into your mouth and begin a steady rhythm of bobbing and sucking. Eddie pulls away for air, threads of saliva and wet sticking to his mouth as he does so. He takes a moment to enjoy the view while you suck him off, slipping a hand down your side to tweak one of your nipples, smirking to himself when you push back against empty air.

 "You wanna ride my face baby?" Eddie asks and a sharp, needy sound escapes you.

"Yeah, yes." You turn and look at him from over your shoulder.

Eddie slides a hand up over your ass and returns to your center, licking at you hungrily, and you grind back against his face, gasping his name. His tongue finds your clit and you completely forget any idea of blowing him, resting your forehead on his stomach instead, finding a rhythm between your hips and his tongue, fuck--

"Eddie," you whine, desperate, and he sucks at your clit lightly, then harder, and white hot heat sparks at the base of your spine and there's stars behind your eyes--

"Fuck, Eddie, yes," and then you're pushing and bucking against his face as he laps at your release and kisses you through the aftershocks.

God, jesus, you can't fucking move. You're light from the pot and heavy from the orgasm, but Eddie is content to let you catch your breath until he finally taps you on the ass.

"Wanna lay back on the bed for me sweetheart?"

You nod weakly against his stomach before sliding down away from his face and flopping over on the bed, smiling. You're laying the wrong way, head at the foot of the bed, but Eddie doesn't seem to mind. He grabs a condom off of his nightstand before laying above you.

His mouth is slick and swollen from you and you're turned on all over again, pulling him in for open mouthed kiss. Eddie enters you in one deep thrust and you instinctively hook a leg around his hip. He fucks you hard, deep, your nails raking down his shoulder blades still sensitive from your first orgasm, still high. It isn't long before you're cumming again, gasping and moaning Eddie's name, clenching tight around him. He curses, hips stuttering to a falter as he cums, face buried in your neck.

He collapses on the bed next to you, breathless, tying off the condom and tossing it in a corner near the trashcan.

"Christ, need a god damn cigarette," he says, sitting up and reaching for the pack on his nightstand.

He lays back again, lighting up, taking a drag, and offering it to you. You accept, exchanging lazy drags.

"I think we should hang out more," Eddie says, tilting his head to look at you.

"Yeah?" You ask, turning over on your side and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah," Eddie hums.

"Can I stay?" You murmur, tired and warm and loose.

"Yeah baby, you can stay." Eddie says still smoking his cigarette as you drift off into drug and sex induced oblivion.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut