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eddie frequents the curtained adult area of family video and steve always complains that he knows far too much about munsons kinks.

curiosity overwhelms you so you go over to smoke with him and lightly tease him about it. he shows you a super hot porno full off butt stuff on the woman AND the man.

this was fun to explore! cw: butt stuff, mutual masturbation, unedited.

You fancy yourself to be pretty sexually liberal - it doesn't phase you to talk about dirty stuff with friends, including their personal escapades. So when you hear Steve grumbling about all the dirty videos Eddie checks out, you know you're gonna tease him about it next time you see him. You don't really expect him to narrow his eyes and challenge you back by offering to pop in the one he just rented, but hey, why not? You shrug and say sure, not even bothering to ask what it's about, which Eddie seems amused by when he plops back down beside you on the couch, closer than he normally would be if he wasn't high. The film is typical - a 70s era tint, exaggeratedly sensual music, a ridiculous premise to lead into the fucking. You both giggle at the punny innuendos, muttering little quips back and forth, then finally fall quiet once the film makes its shift, leaning forward with interest. His elbow is hot when it brushes against you as he makes himself comfortable; you pull your legs up cross-legged, and when your knee nudges his thigh, you leave it there.

And that's where you thought it would remain: a smidge of lightly-loaded touching and some new fantasy material to touch yourself to later. What you didn't expect was for the guy to go from the standard 'two in the pink' while he eats her pussy to slipping his middle finger in her ass, pumping it in and out as she moans and fists her hand in his hair. Your clit throbs, and your belly tightens with a tingling heat, and you can't help but steal a glance at Eddie to see whether you're the only one affected. He's got his head tipped back against the couch while he watches the TV with a bloodshot, half-lidded gaze, and it's pulling the cords of his pale neck taut and making his adams apple look so prominent all of a sudden. Why is that erotic? you ask yourself, your eyes snapping back to the television when his chin nudges toward you like he's sensed you're looking at him.

"Uh--" You hear him clear his throat, just the tiniest bit hesitant, and you look back at him again. "How would you feel if, like..." Eddie wags his head slowly as if he's trying to find the words, though clearly he gives up going for subtlety when he finally finishes, "I jacked off right now?"

The thought makes your clit positively ache, but you play it cool, shrugging again as you tell him, "Sure."

The next moment he's fumbling eagerly with his belt like maybe he'd been feeling as needy as you are. You try not to look when he pulls himself out, but between the guy on screen burying himself between her legs and the constant moaning, you really can't help yourself. Eddie's cock is real ruddy at the tip, so much redder than his hand when it disappears into his fist, and the way he flicks his wrist with such practiced ease makes you think about how many times he's likely sat on this couch touching himself like this until he cums all over his twitching abdomen. God, that's fucking hot to imagine.

And it wouldn't be weird for you to touch yourself too, right? Like, obviously, Eddie wouldn't care. And it's no big deal, really, touching yourself next to your friend, especially when you're already watching porn together. So you shove your hand down your pants, sighing quietly as you swipe the tips of your fingers over your clit, letting that tingle center and build there.

So there you are, sitting next to Eddie while you both watch this porno, pretending you're not listening to the tiny sounds of each others' pleasure and sneaking quick glances at your arms moving rhythmically over your own laps. It's already more than you would've expected when you came over thinking about teasing him. And you haven't even gotten to the good part yet: when the guy on screen turns over, spreading his legs so the girl can run her hands up the back of his thighs and nestle close to lick his ass.

Cause then you start thinking about something you never would've ever fuckin' thought you'd think of before. Namely, what it'd be like to see Eddie like that - on his knees, moaning for you while you lick his ass.

Fuck.

You glance to the side again and catch Eddie's wide brown eyes. He's looking at you too, and with the way he's biting his lip through a crooked grin, you're about to say 'fuck it' and ask if you can do it here and now, damn the implications to hell.

Sexually liberal, indeed.

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probablyin-bed · 13 hours

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he’s just so bitchy oh my god i’m in love with him

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probablyin-bed · 13 hours

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lil blurb about high!eddie being.. eddie.

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his finger pokes you in the side and you flinch, turning around to face him. a frown takes shape on your face immediately once you see the shape he’s in.

“eddie? what time is it? why are you still awake?”

eddie’s sat on the bed next to you, holding his knees to his chest, his index finger pointing out like he’s ready to poke you again. his eyes are wide and wild. you can see how red his scleras are even with how dim the light coming into his room is.

sighing, “go to sleep.” you say as you close your eyes again only to feel him poke you on your close lids a little too hard. “eddie!”

forced to wake up, you sit up on your elbows, staring at him as he sits motionlessly. only his eyes following your every breath.

after a moment’s silence and a staring contest in the near darkness, he speaks.

“i want string cheese.” he pokes you again, this time in the boob.

you slap his hand and roll your eyes at him. he always gets this way when he’s high. “then go to the kitchen and let me sleep.”

persistently, he pokes your arm, his finger digging deep into your flesh. “i want you to come with me.”

“yeah in your dreams.” you grab his wrists one by one and force his hands into his pajama pants’ pockets. he just watches you with his big eyes, pupils blown wide.

“please please please” he begs whiningly, his voice getting higher with each word. “please come and watch me eat string cheese.” you can’t help but chuckle at his silly desperation. he’s on the verge for tears for string cheese.

“eddie i’ve got work tomorrow.” you try to reason with him though it’s doubtlessly futile.

“it won’t take long i eat fast like this.” he tries to show you but he forgot how to take his hands out of his pockets so now he’s fake chewing, and doing it slower than he thinks he is, while his hands are moving under the fabric of his pockets. “come with me and you’ll see.”

you stifle your laugh, the static expression stuck on his face making the whole situation funnier than it should be. “the kitchen is like two feet away. just go.” pushing on his shoulders, you try to move him but he’s as stiff as a rock.

“i can’t go alone.” his thoughtless eyes peer into your sleepy ones. “i have separation anxiety.”

you stare at him dumbfoundedly for a few seconds. wordlessly trying to make sense of your boyfriend’s words before you burst into laughter. cackling like you’re the one who’s been hitting joints for the last three hours and he just stares at you. blank faced.

“i can’t go without you.” he whines as you try to collect yourself, barely suppressing your laughs as you remove the blanket off your warm body.

“get up.” you say and he’s on his feet in seconds. standing like a ghost, following you like a shadow as you make your way towards the kitchen.

you cross your arms over your chest, leaning your hip by the counter. “go ahead. eat your string cheese.”

you hear the fridge door open and the sounds of cheese being pulled out of its plastic wrapper, slightly shaking your head at the silliness of the situation.

“hey, turn around.” eddie says and you sigh in fake annoyance.

“what do you want now?”

“i want you to watch me eat string cheese.”

and you do.

you watch eddie put string after string of cheese in his mouth, chewing it as slow as a sloth. keeping direct eye contact the whole time. his face is as still as a painting, only blinking once tears spread over the surface of his eyes. you want to laugh the whole time but keep fighting it.

this is so ridiculous but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“i’m done now.” he says before putting the cheese back in the fridge then he looks back at you in the same robotic stare. “i want you to come and watch me pee.”

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probablyin-bed · 13 hours

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i'm going to throw up

JDSGJBDNKFJEDN HELP I can't understand who's screaming that to Steve, maybe Jonathan???

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probablyin-bed · 14 hours

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ik ik people are allowed to have their own interpretations of characters, but making wayne into a bad person that eddie should be cautious and afraid of just doesnt sit right with me at all. that man and that trailer is his safe space and you're just gonna take it away like that??????

#wtf???????#i'll start a riot I promise

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probablyin-bed · 14 hours

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SO FUCKING BADDDDDD

I wanna know what Max said in the letter she wrote for Steve 🥲

#I think about this too often #it consumes me

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probablyin-bed · 16 hours

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Soft Eddie Blurb

Author's note- this was meant to be like 5 lines of text and its more than that oops..

18+ MDNI Eddie x Fem!reader

Warnings- Smut, somonophilia, fingering, dry (???? probably not) humping, finger suckings, pet names (good girl, honey, sweets, baby…)- please let me know if I forgot anything! Join my taglist: https://forms.gle/7BZnQs5r36bfbTQg7 Feel free to tip! Kofi linked here: https://ko-fi.com/songbirdofthenight post divider by reverieresources

Thinking about soft!Eddie pulling you closer as you wake up. His hands hold you gently as you come back from your dreams. Eddie peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck as you hum and curl into him.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Hi baby.” “Was thinkin’,” “Yeah?”

“Thinkin’ bout kissing you all over,”

You hum in response.

“Gonna let me feel you baby? Let me wake you up, yeah?”

“Mhm, go ahead Teddie.” Eddie kissed your skin, shifting you gently onto your back. He pulled himself on top of you, sliding his hands under his oversized shirt you slept in. Eddie sat with a knee resting between your legs and the other planted firmly beside you. His calloused fingertips traced over your delicate frame. Eddie kissed you oh so carefully, his lips softly soothing yours. His fingertips brushed across the plush of your hips, slipping into the waistband of your panties. His knee nudged your crotch, feeling the wet patch just barely there.

“Gettin’ wet f’me aren’t ya?” He smiled as he leaned into your neck. Eddie’s lips were rough and slightly chapped against your neck as he created a constellation of marks on your skin. His hot breath caught your ear “be so good f’me, let me have you?”

“Mhm,” it practically came out as a moan. Your sleepy haze was quickly being replaced with that of dizzy pleasure. Without much thought, you were grinding against his knee. The wet patch on your panties doubling in size as he continued sucking at your neck. Eddie, clad only in a tight pair of boxers, straddled your leg, humping your bare thigh in rhythm with the kisses he plastered on your neck.

“Eds,” you huffed out.

“Right here baby,” he hummed back. Eddie’s fingers grew curious, one hand remained planted on your hip, the other sliding across your waist, fingers dipping between your folds. He took time to rub soft circles against your clit as you built pressure pushing further against his knee. “Feels good baby?” “So good, Teddie,” you moaned back. The last few bubbles of sleep collided with your pleasure filled haze as Eddie slipped two fingers into your sopping cunt. His movements were rhythmic, almost songlike as he pumped in and out of you.

He’s always careful with you, never pushing your boundaries or doing too much. It was always just right. Eddie was quite skilled with his fingers. You often watched him practice guitar, paying close attention to the movement of his fingertips on the frets as they tapped away at whatever melody he decided to spontaneously learn.

His fingers reached the soft, spongy spot inside you with perfect tension causing an arch in your back. He worked with such precision and care, watching as you arched with his movements. Your head nodded vigorously crying out to him. “Uh huh, uh huh, right there don’t stop” spilled from your lips like honey. You were dangerously close to the edge, his pace became quicker. Eddie hadn’t paid much attention to himself, barely noticing the tent in his boxers. His cock stirred as he watched you writhe beneath his touch. His movements became rash, rocking against your leg as you fucked his. The coil in your stomach was round so tight as he pressed harder and harder bringing you over the edge. You babbled a mixture of ‘cumming’ and slew of curses as your orgasm erupted over your body. Eddie’s coo’s were distant as you floated through the feeling.

“Such a good girl for me,” he sang, “that’s it baby just like that, let go for me.” Your pussy pulsed around his drenched fingers as your high slowly subsided. You relaxed with a few heavy breaths. Eddie’s movements stopped as you came down from your high. You groaned as he pulled his fingers out, eyes opening to see him slide them into his mouth. “Taste’s soooo good honey, so sweet f’me.”

You blushed. Eddie removed his fingers holding them to your lips. “C’mon, you gotta taste baby,” he tapped your bottom lip. Your lips popped open for him to slide his fingers across your tongue. You could taste yourself and him, tongue swirling around his fingers. Eddie kept a soft rock on your thigh as you sucked his fingers. The tent in his boxers only becoming harder to ignore. “Keep going like that and I’m gonna cum in my pants sweets,” Eddie warned, stealing his fingers from your lips. “You awake now?” He hummed, “uh huh” you mumbled softly, just barely conscious.

Eddie shook his head, “I don’t think you are honey, you gonna let me fuck you now? Let me wake you up real good?” He begged. Your legs spread wider exposing your drooling pussy, “wake me up Eds, need you so bad.” Tags: @Micheledawn1975 @ali-r3n @sataniicsex @luumunson @roxiehorrorshow @Jenniquinn @TLClick73 @myanxietyishigh Leave a tip! https://ko-fi.com/songbirdofthenight

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probablyin-bed · 16 hours

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we get no breaks in this fandom 🤭

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probablyin-bed · 16 hours

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*screams into the void*

#I need to bite !#and kiss every single freckle in sight !!#right now !

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probablyin-bed · 16 hours

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Eddie Munson is a munch.

He can’t help himself. Always aching for a taste of your sweet pussy. In the bathroom at the movie theater he’s on his knees, your skirt pushed up over your hips moaning into your cunt. In the back of his van, his hands on your knees spreading them open for him as he devours you. In the woods after one of his deals, he’s got you bent over the picnic table eating you from behind as his ringed fingers dig into your plush skin. But his favorite is when you’re sitting on his face, grinding your pussy all over him. He can’t get enough of you, craving you all the time. You’re his favorite taste.

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probablyin-bed · 17 hours

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thinking about how eddie can spend hours between your thighs, eating you out until you’re cumming over and over again. he doesn’t care how sensitive you are or how’re you’re trying to push him away (even though you can always take more). you’re he’s good girl, he makes sure you take whatever he gives.

and all for his pleasure only.

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probablyin-bed · 19 hours

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What You Deserve Part 9: Teacher

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies @marshmallowgem @ang3lc @angelina16torres-blog @transparentenemypenguin @alilstressyandlotdepressy @josephquinnsfreckles

A/N: Eddie just wants you to feel safe andddd how happy are you now that you have Dave back? But don’t worry I’m sure you’ll still get plenty of rides from Eddie, enjoy✨

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the prettiest girl in the room (smut)

paring �� Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary ↬ You shared a secret relationship with Eddie, if that’s what you could even consider it. You wished for more but never could bring yourself to tell Eddie this. What happens when your at a party and he gets dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room?

word count ↬ almost 3k

a/n: felt inspired to write for my pookie eddie munson again.. I will cherish this man till the day I die luv uuuuuu

reblogs & feedback appreciated ♡

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Eddie responds, sitting back in the couch with his legs spread waiting for his dare. You watch him smiling at his cocky grin towards the random freshman that chose him for truth or dare. Eddie would undoubtedly answer any question or complete any dare thrown his way.

“I dare you to…” The freshman’s voice fades as he looks around the room, trying to think of how to finish his sentence. Eddie only laughs in response, making a joke about finishing his dare sometime today.

Everyone is laughing but you, eyes still on Eddie. Your lips press to your solo cup, taking a sip of the drink someone mixed for you. Your thoughts are else where, the way Eddie is sat reminds you of the night before. When you were sat in his lap, riding his cock. His lips pressed to your chest, leaving marks that are still there. Hidden under your bra.

The freshman takes too long, to the point others begin to suggest dares for Eddie. He still hasn’t looked at you, and maybe that’s entirely your own fault. The two of you have been dating secretly for a few months now. He was the one to offer the secrecy to you, as an attempt to keep your perfect reputation. At first you thought it would be a one time thing so you agreed. Nothing more than a meaningless drunken hook up but after that he had you hooked. You kept coming back for more, until it became a nearly daily occurrence.

The talk of what you two were never to be had. Feelings growing on both sides, and now here you are. At a party tipsier than you should be. You stopped keeping count a while ago. Staring at him with fuck me eyes, too drunk to care who’s watching. You two exchanged a few smiles, brief conversations as if you two were nothing more than acquaintances. Which upset you but at the end of the day it’s your fault for making Eddie feel like he needed to be a secret in the first place.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” The freshman finally speaks, louder than everyone in the room. Shutting everyone up as they watch in anticipation of who he will choose.

You too are watching the only difference is your eyes haven’t left Eddie all night. His eyes scan the room, playfully looking at all the different girls. Finally his eyes land on yours, only stopping for a moment before moving on. Your heart is broken, begging for you to leave the room. In one swift moment he stands up and walks across the room, away from you. Of all the people he could kiss right now, he chooses the worst possible choice. His ex.

Can’t bring your self to watch, looking down at your cup. Your eyes finally leaving the man you’ve been secretly dating for months now. As people begin to cheer and laugh at the kiss shared between ex lovers. Eddie pulls away, viewers chanting for more.

“Nah I did my dare, I’m done. Who’s next?” He chuckles as he plops down onto the couch where he was previously sitting.

The game continues on like you didn’t just witness the man you’ve grown to care for, maybe even love kiss his ex. You’re a mixture of anger and sadness but self aware enough to know that this is your own doing. It’s all too much so without announcing your departure, you stand up and walk through the crowded room. You finish off your drink, throw away the evidence and make an attempt to leave the party.

Realizing that you’re entirely fucked, no way to leave. Your home too far to walk, your ride somewhere in the party with absolutely no intention of leaving any time soon. Annoyed because you only came with your friend because you knew Eddie would be here, hoping that you showing up would have ended differently.

A frustrated sigh leaves your mouth as you head outside anyways. Deciding to take a moment to breathe before heading back into the party. Thanking whoever’s listening when you walk out side to an empty porch. Sitting down on the steps, looking out at the silent road filled with unfamiliar houses. A few cars drive by as time passes.

You sit there staring and thinking about how you ended up here. Alone but having a secret relationship, with a man you’ve grown to love. Not even entirely sure if his feelings are mutual. You’ve been spending so much time with him. Most if not all instances leading to sex. Even when you two aren’t fucking, there’s a connection. You’ve spent more time at his trailer than your own home in that last month. He makes you so happy, quickly become the person you run to when you need anything. Doing everything a relationship entails without labeling it.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and that oh so familiar scent of cigarettes, weed and his cheap cologne you’ve grown to love. Your eyes stay down, looking at your fingers that fiddle with anxiety as he sits next to you.

“I was looking for you.” He speaks, facing you.

“I just needed some air.” You whisper, avoiding eye contact but Eddie knows better. Knows that you’re upset at the kiss and too stubborn to admit that.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, touching your chin and tugging at your face to look at him. You didn’t even realize you were crying, so you wipe away the tears. As a sad attempt to mask your pain. Mentally noting that you had too much to drink as you plaster a fake smile on your lips.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s probably cause I’m so drunk.” You force a laugh, wiping away at the remaining tears. Eddie doesn’t laugh and obviously doesn’t buy your excuse.

“Is this because I kissed her and not you?” He questions, and your smile fades as you nod your head in response.

“I didn’t want to kiss her. I just about puked as I did it. Was so close to blowing chunks all over her.” He admits, letting him self laugh at the thought causing you to feel a little better.

“I wanted to kiss you, only you. I just wasn’t sure if you would have been okay with that.. considering we’re just kinda hooking up or whatever this is. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with such a public display of affection.” He further explains, all anger you had dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I wouldn’t have been uncomfortable.” You respond.

“Also was afraid once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’ve been watching you all night, staring at me with those eyes. Like you want me to drag you upstairs to an empty room and fuck you. Been walking around with a hard on all night, waiting till we can be alone.” He lets out a sheepish laugh, adjusting him self as your eyes are wide. You’ve been with a few partners before, none of which had such a dirty mouth as Eddie. Constantly out doing himself on the naughty words that leave his mouth.

“I was not staring at you like that.” You lie, grinning playfully swatting his shoulder. His laugh only grows, throwing his arm around you. You rest your tired drunken head, into his embrace.

“You’re a shit liar. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I don’t want to this.. us to be a secret anymore.” You admit, looking up at him while his arm is still stretched over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks as he looks down on you.

“Yeah. I want to be the prettiest girl in the room.” You say with no filter. Admitting your drunken insecurities outloud, cringing as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“You are always the prettiest girl in any room. Only now you’ll be my prettiest girl, okay?” He says pressing a simple sweet kiss to your forehead. You nod in response, the biggest grin plastered on your face as if you weren’t sobbing moments ago.

“I think I need to fuck you so good that you forget about that kiss.” He whispers, his lips only a few inches away from yours.

“I think so too.” You say, before closing the distance. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. His lips move with yours, as your hands find the back of his neck pulling him closer. Without thinking about it you slowly lower the two of you until he’s on top of you. Smiling and lettting out a giggle into the kiss as your back hits the cold wet wood of the porch.

“What’s so funny?” He pulls away, just enough to break the kiss.

“The way I was about ready to let you have your way with me outside on this porch. Can we go somewhere else?” You ask, looking up at him while he’s staring at your lips.

He rolls his eyes, getting up off you and standing up. Eddie reaches his hand out to which you take letting him help you up. He leads you back into the house, through the crowd of people. You’re too busy watching the man you’re with to notice the stares. Your man.

He leads you up some stairs, pushing through several people waiting for the restroom to a dark empty bedroom. He pushes you inside, following closely behind. While you take a few steps in he locks the door. When you turn to face him he’s already standing near you, looking down on you.

“How’d I get so lucky?” Eddie says as pulls you closer, his arms find their way to under your thighs. Picking you up in one swift motion.

“So fucking beautiful and all mine.” He gently sets you on the bed, never letting go. He’s on top of you, looking at you with so much more than just lust.

“All yours.” You respond, your hands already working on taking his shirt off.

“So eager.” He laughs, pulling it off the rest of the way.

You watch in anticipation as he undresses himself. Once he’s full naked and ready, he’s tugging at your pants. You lift your hips to help him as he slips them off. After a few moments you’re both naked and he’s dropping to his knees. His arms under your legs pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His face a few inches away from your glistening cunt.

“I love the way you’re always so ready for me. Always so wet.” He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh.

Without hesitation his mouth dips into your folds, finding your most sensitive spot. Kissing it lightly before applying more pressure. Your hand find his hair, your hips tighten as your mouth lets sweet moans leave it. Letting him know he’s doing a good job. His tongue plays with your clit, as his finger slips into your hole. A loud moan leaves your mouth at the new sensation.

He continues, his motivation is the sinful sounds that come from your lips. He hears you say more somewhere in the mix of moans and curse words. So he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. His mouth still tactfully working on your bud. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to get you to your climax. The squeezing of your walls, lets him know you are close.

“Don’t stop.” You mutter pulling on his hair, as an attempt to pull him closer. Your hips moving with his face, nearly riding it in an attempt to finish. Eddie moves faster, just enough to cause you to come undone. Releasing all over his fingers. He slows his movements until they come to a halt as he pulls away.

“You always taste so good. Do you wanna taste?” He ask as he stands up, his two fingers finding their way to your mouth.You nod yes in response, opening your mouth enough so he can set them on your tongue. You taste yourself while never breaking eye contact even when he pulls them from your mouth.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl.” Eddie groans, pulling you back to the edge of the bed.

He raises one of your legs with one hand, the other hand aligning his cock to your hole. As he slowly, inch by inch fills you up he’s grabbing your other leg. Both of them in the air and supported by Eddie as he bottoms out inside of you. You whimper at the stretch and the feeling of being full. His hips start to move, slow motions as he fucks you. Painfully slow, you need more.

It’s like he can read your minds because before you can ask, he’s pounding into you at a brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess under him, your legs being pushed wider as he fucks you harder. The only sounds is your moans, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping. Your pussy is so wet it’s loud as he goes in and out of you. The muffled sounds of the party down stairs is barley heard theough the door. Everyone upstairs can most certainly hear but in the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, you take me so good. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” He stammers as he attempts to talk while sinking in and out of your wet, warm core.

He continues to speak his mind, letting all his thoughts flow out without a filter. His movements never stop, desperate to please you and please himself in the process. He’s pushing you deeper into the bed with every single thrust. Your hands find their way to his back, as he pressed himself closer to you. Kissing you hungrily as his hips continue to roll into you. Your hands scratch into his back, leaving marks in their tracks. He groans as a response, into your lips as you two kiss.

You start to feel that familiar coiling tension. Your fluttering walls let Eddie know that you’re coming close to your climax. He continues the same pace, pulling his face away from yours so he can watch you come undone. His favorite thing to witness and be the cause of. Your back arches as the tensions finally snaps. Your walks tighten as you come all over his cock.

Which is enough to push him over the edge, he pulls himself out leaving you empty. Without missing a beat he grips his dick, pumping it roughly. Allowing himself to finish on your stomach. When he’s done, he’s pressing a sweet breathy kiss to your lips before stumbling around in the dark to find something to clean up the mess he made.You lay there for a moment before feeling him wipe you clean. When he’s sure as he can be that he got it all, he throws it across the room.

“Eddie you can’t just..” Your own words cut off as you start to wonder whose room you two just fucked in.

“Whose room is this?” You question as he helps you get dressed again. As he pulls your shirt down over your head, he’s laughing.

“Jason Carvers.” He speaks, you look around for the first time and it’s most definitely a basketball players room.

“You didn’t.. we didn’t.” You reply, suddenly in a hurry to get dressed and back to the party. Moving his hands off you so he can get himself dressed.

“We did.” He grins, pulling his jeans on.

“Eddie..” You groan his name out but it doesn’t last long. His smile bringing you to smile.

Once you’re both dressed, he’s pressing another kiss to your lips. He grabs your hand and gently leads you out of the bedroom, praying that no one is sober enough to remember Eddie and you going into Jason’s room. Only to met with several pairs of eyes, not so silently watching and judging you. Eddie doesn’t seem to care, so you pretend to not notice. Following him back downstairs, to the couch where he was sat early.

“Eddie.. I want to go to yours. Can we leave?” You say stopping him before he can take a seat.

“Give me like thirty minutes to sober up. I’m not nearly as intoxicated as you are…” He teases.

“But I did drink a little bit. We can leave soon, okay?” He says as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. You have the cheesiest smile plastered on your lips. He’s acting as if it’s just another day, like this is a totally normal occurrence between the two of you. Like everyone in this room didn’t just watch him kiss his ex as a dare.

“Okay.” You nod, that smile still shining.

“You’re so cute and so drunk.” He whispers softly, his lips inches away from yours.

“And?” You question.

“And you’re so mine.” He says matter of factly.

“And?” You question again, eyes brows raised. Knowing what your tipsy self wants to hear. As you smile waiting, he looks lost but you see it click in his eyes before he rolls them.

“And you’re the prettiest girl in the room.” He lets out a soft chuckle before kissing you unapologetically. You kiss him back, drunkenly unaware of the eyes on you two and the gossip beginning to spread around the two of you. Nothing could ruin this moment for you.

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ocs!eddie always.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles, shoulder bumping yours where you sit up against the wall on your bed in your studio apartment, “Babydoll, put your glasses on.”

You don’t realize it, but you’ve been squinting at the TV for the better half of five minutes.

“You’re gonna give yourself a headache,” he says matter of factly while you get on all fours to reach to your bedside table for your frames.

“You give me a headache,” you mumble with a laugh, sliding the wire rims onto your face. You settle back next to him, his tattooed hand sliding over your thigh.

“Hm?” he quirks, one brow raising with his dimples on full display, “I what?”

“You. Give me. A headache,” you annunciate slowly, getting closer to his face with each word. He grins the same boyish grin you’ve come to love, his slightly overgrown facial hair bristles against you while you get close to his lips.

“I dunno about that, Peach,” he grizzles out, noses brushing, “Think I’ve cured a headache or two.”

“Hmm,” you consider, “Maybe.”

Eddie leans forward, sealing you together with his lips. Gentle and sweet, not wanting to go further than a few soft kisses while you’re wrapped up watching TV.

“Did I ever tell you how much I like these on you?” He asks against your lips, kissing your cheek before pulling away just slightly to look you over. The reflection of the TV glitters in his brown eyes, reflecting off his own frames.

“You tell me all the time,” you smile.

“I do, don’t I?” he laughs. You settle under his arm, back to snuggled up.

After a while your gaze ticks up at him, “You’re right, I can read the subtitles better now.”

“Yeah,” he nods, a sweet kiss on your forehead, “Bet you can, four eyes.”

#love him bad

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Respectfully as someone who has an ED & has recovered can ya’ll with pro ana/ed blogs not interact with me.. I’ve had 2 in the past few days and it’s really triggering.

Like yes fandom is for everyone but if you are posting about that and interact with me you are getting blocked

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probablyin-bed · 2 days

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bite back (18+)

a drabble i wrote for @cambridgemadness - thank you for your support darling!!! 🫶🏻

summary: steve’s such a goddamn sweetheart. until you convince him not to be.

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; ‘good girl’; teasing; oral (steve receiving); face fucking; spitting; nipple play; corruption (steve … receiving?);

donate to my kofi for a personalized fic - click here for details!

You stare up at Steve from your position on the end of his bed, laying on your stomach. You kick your feet a little, smiling up at him. Your low cut top shows off your cleavage, which Steve stares at, eyes hooded and pretty lips parted.

He has no idea what you’re scheming.

“Steve,” you smile, reaching out for him. “Come here, pretty boy.”

He finally walks towards you. His cock strains against his dark-wash Levis, the gold on his belt glistening in the intimate lamp light. “You look so beautiful,” he says softly, petting your hair. He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls your head up to look at him. “Just gorgeous, y’know that?”

You bite your lip, giggling. “All for you, Stevie.” Your fingers find his belt loops and you pull him in closer, until his bulge presses against the tip of your nose. You hear Steve’s breath hitch above you.

“Why don’t I do something for you, hm?” he asks, running a big hand through your hair. “Let me take care of you.”

You shake your head, nuzzling his cock. “Been wanting to taste you all night.” You bat your lashes up at him, really laying it on thick. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling his jeans down slow until he’s only in his underwear.

“What do you want, Steve?” you finally ask, looking back up at him. You already know what he’ll say.

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he says sweetly, softly, looking down at you with puppy dog eyes.

You nearly roll your eyes. But you have a trick up your sleeve that you’re sure will work soon enough.

You press a kiss to his clothed cock, smiling at the stain your lip gloss leaves on his underwear. You wore strawberry tonight, real sticky stuff that should make a mess. Your fingers find the waistband of his briefs and you finally pull them down, biting your lip when his cock springs up and bounces softly against his lower stomach.

Steve’s size is part of why he won’t be rough with you. Even though you’ve proven to him that you can take it in as many ways as possible. He’s far from the first person you’ve ever been with, but he’s certainly the biggest. The sight of him as you drooling. He’s so pretty - thick, long shaft that curves up a little at the top, a pink tip that weeps precum, cute little freckles, and full, tight balls.

You want him to make you take all of it.

You press a kiss to his balls first, lips twitching upwards when he lets his head fall back. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, keeps them at his sides instead of in your hair where they belong.

“You can touch me,” you say softly, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft.

“I know,” he replies, voice a little shaky. “Don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

You look up at him. Are you serious?

Steve tilts his head and frowns. “C’mon. You know I’m a big softie.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation, but it will be the first time you push him on it. “What makes you think you can hurt me?”

A little kiss to a vein running up the underside of his shaft makes him pause before he continues. “You - you know. I’m strong.”

“Uh-huh,” you tease, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his cock and watching him fight off a shudder. “Super strong, Steve.”

“I am!”

“Not that I would know.” Your tongue licks a stripe up the side of him and his eyes blink shut. “Never really got to see you be so strong, Stevie.”

He scoffs, opening his eyes. They’re half hooded. “That’s total bullshit.”

You hum, flicking your tongue at the edge where his tip meets the shaft before suckling on the head. Steve sighs above you, half in relief and half in bliss, and rests one single hand gingerly on your head. “Good girl.”

You love that - when he’s sweet with you for pleasuring him. It’s all you want to do. Christ, it’s all you think about. Being his perfect little slut, at his beck and call, letting him use you however he needs. Marked up, voice hoarse, legs shaking. Which, to be fair, Steve has that effect on you, anyway. Even when he’s soft and sweet and whispers sweet nothings to you.

You’d just like it a bit more intensely.

You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before pulling off. “D’you really think I’m a good girl?”

He scratches your scalp softly. “Mhm.”

“Then why don’t you give me a reward, huh?”

His brows twitch in annoyance. It’s not often at all that you see him like this. He’s usually good at hiding his annoyance with you. “My cock’s right here, baby.”

Your stomach flips and you smile, giddy at his tone. “Can you help me take it?” you ask.

“You’re so smart, angel,” he coos, scratching your head softly again. “Pretty little brain of yours can figure it out.”

“Fine. Let me see….”

You take his cock back between your lips again. Steve moans above you, murmuring a curse. “There you go,” he groans out. “S-see? Knew you could figure it out.”

You take him a little deeper, only a quarter of his length. He usually stops you halfway, anyway, getting nervous when you gag. But you see how his eyes grow darker when he hits the back of your throat.

You’ll make him work for it.

You drool on his cock, bobbing your head just enough, not too far. Steve still seems appreciative, keeps his hips still and feet planted on the ground. You wait until a string of saliva runs down your chin before pulling back, keeping your hands to yourself.

“Like that?” you ask, voice innocent.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he pants. “Just like that, baby.”

Just like that. You have him trapped.

You continue your movements, taking Steve’s cock in just like that - not very far, not far enough. You let yourself drool some more, more thick strings of saliva dripping from his cock. Enough to keep him interested. But it doesn’t take long until he whimpers, his fingers tapping on your scalp.

“Little more? Please?”

You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted again. “More?” you ask, voice thick. “But I thought I was doing good, Steve.”

He shivers. “You are doin’ good, baby, so good, like always - just - need a little more, y’know how.”

You blink. “I don’t think I do.”

He scoffs, tongue licking over his white teeth. “We both know you do.”

So now you take him into your throat, but you don’t wrap your lips around his shaft. It’s messy, but not tight enough. Steve sighs and his grip tightens in your hair.

“You’re killin’ me,” he groans.

“I don’t get it,” you pout, chin a mess. “I’m doing what you’re asking me to.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then why don’t you show me?”

Steve’s jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, his eyes darker than ever as he looks down at you. “Don’t know if you can handle that,” he finally says.

You hum, moving up onto your knees, disengaged. “Maybe you just can’t handle me-“

Steve flips you onto your back so fast it knocks the wind out of you. Your head falls over the edge of his bed and you watch him upside-down, his nostrils flaring slightly, cheeks red.

You smile wide. Got you.

“This what you wanted?” he asks, jerking himself off slowly. “Want me to treat you like the goddamn brat you are?”

“Yes!”

He shakes his head. “Jesus Christ. Pinch me if you want me to stop, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you, just gotta show you what I told you you can’t handle.”

You nod, thighs rubbing together.

He takes a deep breath, fingers moving to your lips and prying at your teeth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, choking almost immediately on his fingertips. He reaches into your throat, fucks his fingers in and out of it before pulling away and spitting down into your mouth. You gasp, thighs clenching harder.

“You take my fingers well enough,” he observes, “Not sure why you wanna act like you can’t suck cock all of a sudden.”

He angles your head back. You nearly giggle with glee, opening up so nice for him, sticking your tongue out to entice him when he hesitates.

He spits again, then slides into your throat.

You haven’t been throat fucked like this before. You gag a lot sooner than you anticipate, right as his tip hits the back of it. Steve’s hips pull back but you grip the back of his thighs and pull him in, taking his length better this time around.

“Fuck,” he grits, thrusting slow, a little shallow. Not the whole way. “Christ, God, you’re so n-needy. So fuckin’ needy. Spread - spread your legs.”

You do. Steve leans forward, pushing your skirt up and pushing himself further into your throat in the process. You gag but he doesn’t seem to mind so much this time. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructs, his fingers running over your clothed clit. “Don’t act like such a prude.”

Smack!

You moan around his cock as his hand comes down over your swollen bud. It’s so neglected that the pain feels good.

“Look at you,” he coos, hips thrusting in and out of your hot, wet mouth. He lets his cock bury itself deeper, firmly into your throat now. “Can’t - shit - w-wait to see how wet y’are by the end.”

He pulls out suddenly and you cough, eyes teary, looking up at him with blurred, adoring eyes. Steve leans forward and grabs your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them.

“Look what you’re makin’ me do,” he whines. “Makin’ such a mess of you.”

“Do you like it?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Too much.”

Steve slides back into your throat and reaches forward to grope your tits. You moan and gag around him, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching them through your top. He finally shoves your shirt down, exposing your breasts, and continues pinching and tugging them.

“This is what I wanted,” he pants, hips thrusting. “Wanted to see these fuckin’ tits.”

You gag harder when he leans forward again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he takes a nipple between his bitten lips. He groans uncontrollably, hips bucking, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose.

“Touch yourself,” he moans lowly. “Know y’want to.”

You don’t hesitate, letting your hands find your clit and rubbing it in fast circles. You’re so close to cumming already just from the change of pace. From having him exactly where you need him. His cock buried in your throat, pleasuring himself, lips wrapped around your nipples, fingers pinching hard enough to make you squeal.

“You do so good for me, huh?” he breathes against your chest, hands full of your pretty tits. “Let’s see how long you can hold it.”

He buries himself all the way. Your eyes cross and flutter shut while you focus on holding your breath, your throat bulging, Steve’s cock twitching. He whines and rests his hand on your neck, shuddering at the sight. He waits until you’re squirming, legs shifting and your hands finding his thighs before he finally pulls back.

“Spit.”

You do, right onto your own face. It’s so humiliating but it’s so worth it when Steve groans, fisting his wet cock above you, rubbing the tip of it against the bridge of your nose.

“You’re so good for me,” he pants. “You okay? Can you keep taking it?”

You nod, heart beating out of your chest.

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