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eddie x cheerleader!reader 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𝜗𝜚 reader who loves madonna, lipgloss, miniskirts, and teen magazines. reader who giggles every time eddie flirts with her despite them dating. she uses her glitter gel pens to doodle on his ringed hands. can be found pulling his frizzy mane up in pastel scrunchies and getting rides home after practice.

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no pressure, but if you’re up for writing with that cuddle prompt list….

5: “I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

with eddie or steve, whoever you’d want to write more!! 💗love u ali!!

- syl :-)

Syl!!! It was so fun to write this one and fun to write for Eddie again. I still feel like I'm finding my groove again so I appreciate the request 🖤

“I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

Ten steps. Just ten more steps and you’ll be through your front door and on your couch, finally off your feet after an unbelievably long day. It’s only ten steps but it feels like completing a marathon when you finally push your tired body through the door, only to find Eddie sprawled on the couch. You could walk just a little further to your shared bedroom and sprawl on the bed but those few extra steps could cause a complete breakdown at this point. Instead you throw (really drop) your body on top of Eddie’s causing a slight groan to come from his lips at the sudden weight. 

“Hello to you too,” it comes out slightly winded but Eddie still manages a slight chuckle at the limp form you currently take. When you don’t immediately respond Eddie knows something has clearly gone wrong during your day. Unfortunately for him Eddie has never heard of the saying “don’t poke the bear” so when he pokes your side to get your attention he’s ill equipped for the moment your head shoots up and you glare daggers at him. 

“I swear to god if you want to keep that hand Edmund you will not poke me again,” it comes out more growl than words and you’re quickly burying your face back into the crook of his neck, missing the confused look on his face. 

“...Edmund? Babe, you know that’s like not my name at all right?” 

You can hear the hint of playfulness still in his voice, mixed with confusion. When you first started seeing each other you would often tease each other by calling each other the wrong name. Neither of you is sure who started it, but Eddie is sure you haven’t played this game in months and you’ve never played it while clearly upset. You really shouldn’t have started the game given your current state but old habits die hard. 

“Uuuuuugh yes Edward I am aware!” It comes out fast and harsh and you’re jolting upright the moment you finish speaking, “Eddie I’m so sorry, I - I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just so drained.” 

It’s at this moment the tears start welling in your eyes and you go to move off of Eddie but his hands snake around your back before you can. One arm holds you in place while the other moves to your head, stroking your hair reassuringly. You don’t deserve the kindness he shows you, he’d never let you get away with saying it out loud but the thought crosses your mind in moments like these. 

“This is just like the third day in a row I’ve had to work late and it’s like no one is listening to me and my feet are so tired and sore I basically can’t feel them, and uuuuuugh,” it’s all you can manage to get out before you’re digging your face in his chest harder then you mean too. You manage to take a shallow breath before glancing up at him, “I’m sorry, you were clearly resting when I got home and now I’m probably suffocating you.”

“No, I don’t mind,” he taps on your head to make sure you catch the slight smirk on his face, “If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.” 

You can’t help the smile that pulls on your lips. Even in your worst moments Eddie Munson can manage to make you feel a little bit lighter. It’s that reason that keeps you firmly of the belief that if soulmates were real then Eddie was yours. You’re confident there’s no one else in Hawkins, in Indiana, on the face of the planet that knows you better than Eddie and it’s abundantly clear when he finally speaks again. 

“Babe, how about this? I’m gonna carry to bed, you get some rest and I’m gonna make you breakfast for dinner,” before you can interject he’s already answering your unspoken question, “yeah yeah I know you want waffles and yes I promise we’ll cuddle again after you eat.” 

Feeling lighter than when you walked in the door you let Eddie pick you up off the couch, and carry you ten steps to your bedroom for some well deserved rest. Sure you may have another long day ahead of you tomorrow but you can’t help drifting off to sleep with the sound of Eddie making you food in the other room.

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don’t really like fics where the girl is sub, like,i wanna see men cry not bossing women around

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need to eat her out so bad it's not funny anymore

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND MEN DNI

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the stinky zombie girl!

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pierced nips jinx is canon to me

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some things are better eaten raw 👇

yum.

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By Anja Müller, published in Mein lesbisches Auge 03 in 2002

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#came

You get a tramp stamp on impulsive. Even more impulsive to get Sevika’s name evident in the sharp coils of the black ink. Right in the middle, in the cutest font you could pick out was her name.

So of course you show her, sit her down and turn around to lift the back of your shirt. There’s SecondSkin clinging to it, your skin pink from the freshness of it. A few hours old.

“Fuckin’ hell,” is the only thing you register before her hands are on you, pulling you back into her lap and quickly shoving your face into the mattress.

You’re only allowed a gasp of surprise as she guides your hips up and you don’t dare more your face as you kneel. You hiss as she presses her thumbs into the fresh tattoo and there’s a rumbling sound low in her throat that means she’s pleased.

She’s very pleased.

And she showed it very throughly.

Pulling your pants and panties down, spreading you open to eat you out. You’re moaning and grinding back into her mouth, whimpering when she toys with the sensitive skin of your lower back, pressing and brushing her nails against it. She’s mixing in the pain of the fresh tattoo with the feeling of her face buried in her cunt.

Which is what she loves to do. Loves to get you off with her whole face, loves it even more when you make a mess of her for it. Squirt over her face when she’s teased you and edged you for hours.

“Vika —“

“Shut up,” She growls against your cunt, plunging her fingers into your wet heat with an audible welch. “Marked yourself f’me, like a fuckin’ animal, baby.”

You moan and mindlessly nod to her words. “I-I am yours.”

“I know you are,” She smirks against your ass cheek, biting into you with such fury that it makes you cry out and for your cunt to squeeze her fingers.

She ravages you until you cum, until she forces you to whine and tremble while she laps your sensitive cunt after. Toys with your clit even as you reach back to try and push her head back.

It only makes her grab your wrists and pin them on the bed so she can shove her face into your cunt more. To suck on your clit and tease your empty, fluttering hole with her nose. You mewl and arch your back into her face, still sensitive and aching despite it all.

Sevika knows your body well enough to know what this means. When you arch your back so pretty, when your hole is trembling and trying to suck whatever it can in.

So who is she but yours, too?

Why wouldn’t she tell you to stay like that while she gets up and gets her strap? Why wouldn’t she strip and put it on and grunt at how wet she is from just tasting your cunt and your cum?

Of course she’d go over to fuck you into the mattress, growling at the sight of your damp, sweaty back with the pretty new mark on your back. Seeing and swearing she can feel your cunt take her in with such ease as she marks you as hers inside, too.

“Atta girl, baby,” Sevika’s thumbs press into the tattoo, her fingers around your hips. It makes you shudder and tears to fill your eyes as you moan. So much pleasure with a delicious edge of pain. “Squirt on this dick and then maybe I’ll let you rest.”

And who were you but merely obedient to her.

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can we bring back bottom!ellie? sub!ellie? LOSER!ellie??

if you see this DORK , PLEASE RETURN HER TO ME

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felt…

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aaaa gyus I'm dying only some good subby minsu smut can save me.... aaaaaaaaaaaa

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saw this on Instagram & it reminded me of eddie <3

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being a tumblr girl watching a kyle gallner film and immediately feeling ill about him is so fucking predictable like of course you want him girl of course you do