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[fuckmymunson]

eddie munson loves when his girl rides his face i will stand by that forever!!!

HE ABSOLUTELY DOES, HE IS THE BEST PUSSY EATER AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE! It's canon I already sat on his face 🙄👍🏻.

18+ as usual! So minors stay away or ill bite your knees... This is longer than intended but… idgaf imma eat my crepes rn bye lol I'm a whore.

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This man was made to eat pussy, like it's that one secret talent everyone apparently has; cooking? Not his gig, writing? If designing campaigns counts sure, but probably it doesn't, fishing? He can't catch shit, dude… but professional pussy eating? That's right under his belt.

Had a rough day at work/school? Don't worry, just hop on and take a ride.

Feel stressed after a long week? Hold on, boyfriend Eddie it's on his way!

But, he will always prioritize your feelings before going straight to business. Eddie will hold your hand as he listens to you, he will nod every now and then to let you know you still have his complete attention, and even will rub your back soothingly if your ranting becomes too heated.

He will run a shower for you, wait for you patiently reading a comic or boiling some water for your tea, or coffee if that's what you prefer.

He will even dress you if you allow him. This man is on his entirety devoted to you.

Once he sees you are all relaxed, smiling and giggling, he will without any questions drag you to his room (or yours, or even his van, or an empty classroom, anywhere!), he will kiss you as if his life depends on it and shower you with affection.

Eddie's kisses are loving and passionate. Yes, he will kiss you with his soul every time but when he's a man with a mission (and that mission it's you using his face as a chair), he is a true gentleman. He kisses your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your neck, down to your shoulders as he undresses you.

He will settle between your legs, his thumbs tracing your thighs and pulling down your bottoms along with your underwear. Eddie kisses your neck and bites it softly, rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb and using his other hand to pinch your nipple lightly. He's been hard since he met you but this isn't about him at the moment, he wants to make you feel good.

"I know just the thing to cheer you up" He whispers against your neck, tracing his tongue over a purplish hickey.

"Yeah?" You ask breathlessly and his cock twitches at the sound of your sweet, worked up voice. He nods and slides a finger inside you, biting his lip to prevent a moan at the wonderful sensation of your pussy engulfing his digit.

"Sit on my face, gorgeous. Ride me" He practically begs, whiny and needy. His requests makes you moan and clench around him.

Eddie sometimes (always) thinks he definitely won the lottery with you.

"Let me treat you, my lady" He teases as you straddle his face, he squeezes your ass and basically roams anywhere his rough hands can reach.

"Shut up" You laugh and do your best to find a proper leverage.

"Make me" Eddie bites back, making you quirk an eyebrow at his challenge.

"Okay"

And with that, you lower under him, successfully shutting him up by rubbing your wet pussy against his face.

Eddie dives in, eating you like a starved bastard. He moans at the very first taste, holding on your thighs for dear life as he flicks your clit with his tongue. He will pant and whine when your hand comes down to yank and pull his curls, promptly riding his face.

His half-lidded, chocolates brown, pretty doe eyes will look you from underneath as if you were a goddess, and honestly? To him you are. And he is a blessed man for eating this heavenly pussy.

Eddie will fuck you with his tongue as his nose touches your clit. His eyes will roll to the back of his head every time you moan his name and ask him for more— To which, come on; Eddie is a pleaser, that boy is a real pussy pleaser. He will lap you and he will make the most obscene and sinful sounds when he eats you out. His favorite head? Sloppy, with long tongue slides and when his face ends up all drenched and slippery with your slick and his saliva.

So by the time you cum all over his face, he will be pussydrunk, he will be a whining mess, his pijama shorts have a wet stain and he is so hard it literally hurts.

He will nods eagerly when you cum, basically sobbing your name back as he presses you even closer to his face, because he will be damned if he misses a single drop of you.

Eddie could die between your thighs <3.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Fri[day] 7 October 1836

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No kiss fine b[u]t dampish and rath[e]r hazy at 7 50/.. when w[e]nt d[o]wn to the paint[e]r who h[a]d been siz[in]g the hall tab[le] –

out – ab[ou]t till br[eak]f[a]st at 8 55/.. in 20 min[ute]s - then w[i]th A- [Ann] till 9 35/.. at w[hi]ch h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 53 1/2° - Mr. Washington

ca[me] to ent[e]r his acc[oun]ts of this y[ea]r in my new cash b[oo]k to be beg[u]n by him fr[om] the 1st of this y[ea]r –

so[me] ti[me] look[in]g out his bills and for the last midsumm[e]r rental w[hi]ch I now recoll[ec]t that he has nev[e]r

giv[e]n me b[a]ck – H[a]d Mr. Jubb bet[ween] 11 and 12 - A- [Ann] bet[ter] aft[e]r h[e]r 2 cal[omel] pills (2 gr. cal[omel]) of last

night - my a[un]t weak[e]r – so[me] ti[me] bet[ween] 12 and one w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 3 (Jack and Sam and the new man) – Matt[hew] n[o]t co[me] –

means to slip away like Wood - let him and ha[ve] told Rob[er]t to employ him no mo[re] here –

Ingh[a]m and his man and boy at the upp[e]r dry arch wall[in]g - 1 mason at the west tow[e]r cellar stairs, and Ja[me]s

and Ab[raha]m finish[e]d Hall staircase wind[ow] - the four York joiners tak[in]g out the 2 hall chamb[e]r floor

big beams - Mark Hepw[or]th and Hutchinsons one h[or]se cart – cart[in]g stuff to old paddock top

and br[ou]ght each a load of rubble in the morn[in]g and gone for lagg[in]g stuff this aft[ernoo]n - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for Jos[e]ph Mann at the Long goit – h[a]d just writ[ten] so far of today at 2 1/4 p.m. - settled

w[i]th Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] and p[ai]d h[i]m £40.4.2 in full fr[om]                 up to today inclus[ive] - the f[iel]ds he w[oul]d like A- [Ann] to

buy belong[in]g to Mr. Harris[o]n are 2 n[ea]r Southedge farm  5DW val[ue]d at £335 and 1 f[iel]d 1DW opp[osi]te

to Southedge farm £105 and SW. [Samuel Washington] hims[elf] w[oul]d gi[ve] £600 for the 7 or 8 cot[tage]s at Hove edge w[i]th the 6DW

of delph-hill – f[ou]nd the last midsumm[e]r rental in my new Rentbook, and ga[ve] it Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] to ma[ke] out

a regular rent[a]l as us[ua]l - told SW- [Samuel Washington] I hardly th[ou]ght the f[iel]ds and cott[age]s etc. w[oul]d be sold at the pr[ice] he h[a]d val[ue]d

them at - I w[oul]d buy on his val[uatio]n blindfold - selling w[a]s anoth[e]r th[in]g –w[i]th one or oth[e]r - (a lit[tle]

whi[le] in the stab[le] and ord[ere]d the carr[ia]ge horses n[o]t to be kept sheet[e]d) fr[om] 3 to 6 1/, in spi[te] of the r[ai]n - stood

out w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 3 mend[in]g up the road to the h[ou]se thro’ the carr[ia]ge court, and watch[in]g the masons’ boy

pile up bricks and w[i]th Ingh[a]m wall[in]g - he sadly afr[ai]d of gett[in]g wet – D[i]d up A-‘s [Ann] parcel rec[eive]d this

morn[in]g a cachemire [cashmere] black embodied scarf with full half sheet familiar note from Lieute

nant Peterson eleventh dragoons Burlington written inside one of the paper wrappings

A- [Ann] indignant at both note and present sent back the latter tonight by Frank directed

by me to the ‘Lieutenant etc etc Wakefield   7 October’   not a line or syllable written

in answer   and A- [Ann] burnt the note after dinner din[ner] at 7 – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - I sat w[i]th my a[un]t fr[om] 9 to    and dur[in]g

this ti[me] cop[ie]d int[o] bus[ine]ss Let[ter] b[oo]k my let[ter] to ‘Mrs. Bull 3 Friargate Derby p[ost]p[ai]d’ s[e]nt by Frank tonight - and wr[ote] the last 15 lines –

 Mr. Harris[o]ns’ prop[ert]y

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ga[ve] up the th[ou]ght of Sarah Parker and ask[e]d Mrs. Bull to look out for a h[ou]sekeep[e]r – let[ter]

tonight fr[om]............ (can[no]t ma[ke] out the na[me]) recomm[endin]g Fanny Hardy as an excel[en]t cook

liv[e]d 6 y[ea]rs w[i]th a Miss Thornhill wages w[i]th her £15. sat mak[in]g writ[in]g out acc[oun]ts (coll[ie]ry d[itt]o

p[ai]d on Mond[ay]) till 10 1/2 - my a[un]t seems m[u]ch the sa[me] as she w[a]s last night – n[o]t appar[entl]y worse - fine

day till bet[ween] 3 and 4 p.m. (soon aft[e]r 3) and aft[er]w[ar]ds rain - then aft[e]r a lit[tle] gleam rainy ev[enin]g fr[om] 5p.m.

F[ahrenheit] 50° now at 11 p.m. hav[in]g been 20 min[ute]s in my study arrang[in]g my bills etc

 Fanny Hardy

[pastelsandpining]

Febuwhump Day 12: Who Are You?

You already know what’s coming. Have a poorly written, way too long, and posted way too early angst prompt. Sorry for the lack of a read more and any weird formatting, I’m on mobile 🙄

Pairing: Zelink

Summary: Link doesn’t remember. Not sure what else you expected

Warnings: depression, poorly written survivor’s guilt

Words: 2821

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“Who are you?”

Three simple words, yet they weren’t what stung. It was the blunt and direct way he said them, leaving very little room for hope that he might’ve been joking. There was always a possibility that the stasis recovery would deprive him of his memories, and for the shortest of seconds, she wondered if she really had taken those precautions. But she had, and still he stood before her with the sword that sealed the darkness and very little memory of what it meant--if any. Yet after holding the Calamity back for over a century, this would not be what broke her.

“Zelda,” she replied softly, fighting to keep the hurt from her voice. If he could not remember, then that was not his fault. Perhaps the pictures didn’t work. Maybe he remembered nothing at all.

“Right,” Link replied with an awkward nod. His eyebrows furrowed as if the name rang a bell somewhere in the depths of his empty mind, but his tone of voice said otherwise. Zelda held her hands a little tighter, draining the color from her knuckles, and willed herself not to cry. She was stronger than this. It wasn’t his fault.

“Hyrule owes you everything,” she said as she took a slight step backwards. Maybe he noticed, because his hand moved. He dropped it before she could figure out its path. “Thank you.”

“Are you.. okay?” he asked. His eyes overlooked her with worry, scanning her for injury, even without a clue of who she was. Zelda fought the urge to step away and hide from his gaze.

“Yes,” she answered with a nod and a strained smile. “I’m okay.”

She should have been happy. She should have been reuniting with the grass and the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the world around her. But all she could do was stare at him, as if she could will him to remember or transfer her memories to him. It was in vain, and she didn’t know what else she could say to him. She’d wanted to say so much, to tell him once and for all how much he meant to her and how grateful she was that he still fought on her side, but none of it would serve any purpose now.

So Zelda turned her eyes away and looked instead to the remains of the castle. It looked familiar now that there were no guardians surrounding it, and no towering pillars encasing it like fingers threatening to crush it.

“Zelda..”

Her name did not sound the way it used to when he said it. He sounded hesitant, like he was asking whether that really was her name. It hurt that he didn’t know it.

It wasn’t his fault.

She looked towards him over her shoulder.

“Yes?” she asked. He looked as if suddenly, he couldn’t find his words.

“I, uh.. the castle is.. I can bring you to Impa.”

Impa. Zelda could do little more than nod to his offer. Her dear friend had survived the carnage, but that also meant that Link had indeed made it to Kakariko Village. She bit back the bitter thoughts and instead told herself that maybe she didn’t have all of the answers. Maybe the pictures simply didn’t work.

Link nodded to her and turned away, and she followed him wordlessly to his horse. Exhaustion was beginning to build in every last inch of her body, leaving little room for anything else after such an adrenaline rush. Yet guilt slithered its way in, as did immense sadness and a new, overwhelming loneliness. Link did not know who she was, and she knew that it might happen, but it just felt like she’d officially lost everything to the Calamity.

Her foot hit a rock and she stumbled. A quiet hiss left her lips as she dug her fingernails into her palms, and again, she fought back the tears with a wave of fury. No, she would not break now, not in front of him.

But it was hard when he looked back at her, those sky blue eyes shining with concern.

She averted her eyes, hoping to avoid the lie she’d give if he asked any question. Link said nothing, but his glances back to her became more frequent and she kept her eyes stubbornly locked on the grass beneath her feet.

“Do you have the strength to ride?” Link asked at last, when he came to a stop in front of her.

“I know the way to Kakariko,” Zelda replied as she lifted her head. It was a new feeling, a desperate one that made her heart beat so hard in her chest that she had no choice but to be aware of it. She didn’t want him to feel guilty over something he had no control over, but she also did not want his pity. She did not want him to look at her with that concern in his eyes, with his urge to help everyone he came across. Was that all she was to him now that he couldn’t remember? Just another person to help once and never see again?

It wasn’t his fault.

Zelda forced a small smile onto her lips and folded her hands again.

“I appreciate everything, really,” she continued. “But you needn’t worry.”

“You’ll never make it.” His reply was blunt, but goddesses knew he was right. She hadn’t slept, or eaten, or done anything other than hold back the Calamity for months once the stasis had broken. It was starting to take a toll, between the headache and the weakness, but she had no appetite and too heavy of a heart to sleep. Yet a century had done little to change her stubborn nature.

“I’ll be alright,” she insisted. “It’s really not that far-”

“I’m heading to Hateno anyway, and we can stop at a stable.”

Zelda took a breath. He wouldn’t be giving up easily, would he? The soul of a hero through and through, she supposed, even with little recollection of it.

“Alright,” she replied.

Except she didn’t make it to the stable. Link refused to let her walk and instead led the horse through Hyrule field himself, but no matter how hard she held to the reins, she succumbed to exhaustion.

When she stirred and pried her eyes open, she still felt as tired as she had before she’d fallen asleep. Except, she didn’t remember falling asleep. She was fairly certain she hadn’t made it to a bed either, but there was a soft pillow beneath her head and warm blankets hugging her, tempting her to fall back into the bliss of sleep. Instead, she slowly pushed herself up and rubbed at her eyes.

There were a few other beds identical to hers pressed to the circular walls. There were people bustling about, going in and out and chattering excitedly about something she couldn’t make out. The sunlight was too bright out the curtained doors of the stable for it to be morning. Zelda pressed her feet to the floor and started towards the stable exit, hugging her arms close to her chest.

“...just a few days ago! I haven’t seen it since-”

“...no idea what happened-”

“...say it’s a descendant of the champion-”

Well, she supposed a swirling beast disappearing from Hyrule Castle would be an interesting topic of conversation.

The light was blinding, and she almost bumped into someone due to it. She stumbled to the side, grabbing the door frame as she mumbled out an apology.

“You’re awake,” they replied. Zelda blinked hard, and Link came into focus. “I thought you might’ve had a concussion.”

“Why would I have a concussion?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“You fell,” he answered. “And the horse is high enough from the ground to cause injury.”

“Oh.” A wave of embarrassment washed over her and she stepped outside into the warmth of the sun so she didn’t have to look at him. He looked just the same as he had when he shielded her with his body, and yet she had no idea if he even remembered doing it.

“You were out for a while,” he replied from behind her. He sounded much closer than he had a century ago when he was reduced to three paces.

“How long?” she asked absentmindedly as she continued walking, though she didn’t know where she was going. Anywhere as long as she was out from under his gaze, she supposed. Unlike all those years ago, it hurt more than anything to know he was looking at her as a stranger. But goddesses, it wasn’t his fault, and she knew it was a possibility, so why did she feel so frustrated with him? Or maybe it was with herself for being naive enough to hope things could return to normal after the fall of her friends and her kingdom.

“Three days.”

That made her pause. She’d slept for three days. Why hadn’t he left? Zelda pushed the thought from her mind and turned to face him with another deep breath.

“I apologize for the delay,” she said, folding her hands at her chest again--something that’d become an anxious tic. “We can continue to Kakariko whenever you’re ready.”

“Here.”

Link was holding a plate out to her. It looked like an omelette of sorts, with vegetables and meat thrown into the mix, and it was small enough that it wouldn’t cause her sickness from overeating. She took it carefully with shaking hands.

“Thank you,” she whispered out, and she told herself again that he didn’t know her. He was a kind heart down to his very soul, and he would help anyone that needed it until the end of time. Goddesses knew she didn’t want his help, not like this, but she needed it.

“Take your time,” he said and placed a glass of milk on the ground. “We’ll leave after you eat.”

Zelda nodded and slid next to the glass. Link turned his back on her and walked off to speak with the stable manager, and she forced her eyes off of him. She wanted to cry. The Calamity had really left her with nothing. No home, no family, no friends, and the one person she held out hope for hadn’t a clue who she was. She dug her fingers into her hair and pressed her forehead against her knees, fighting the sting in her eyes.

She couldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of all these strangers who would, without a doubt, come to her side and ask her if she was alright. And she didn’t know if she could answer that question without crying harder, because she wasn’t okay.

She lifted her head and took a bite of the omelette to pull herself out of her own head. It took every bit of strength she had left to keep from scarfing it down like an animal, because she was hungry even if her appetite was scarce. Even the milk, which she didn’t typically drink, was soothing and filling to her.

“I’m ready,” she said once she’d found Link again. He was standing with the horses, petting his own with a kind smile she hadn’t seen in years. She almost hated to interrupt it. The smile was gone as soon as he turned to face her. “But I can rent another horse and find my way to Kakariko myself.”

“I don’t trust you to not pass out again,” he replied, pulling his horse into the open area.

“I’m fine,” she insisted and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why don’t you want any help?” he asked. There was an edge of frustration in his voice. Perhaps this new Link wasn’t used to people rejecting him. She almost gave him the truth.

“Because you needn’t go out of your way for me, Link. You deserve to go home and rest,” she replied, reaching a hesitant hand towards him that dropped (hopefully) before he noticed.

“So do you,” he answered as he shook his head. “You faced that thing alone for a century.”

What do you know about me?

But she didn’t ask, because it wasn’t his fault.

“I’m not helpless,” she defended.

“No, you’re not.” He nodded towards his horse without a word more. Zelda sighed and climbed up, deciding the argument wasn’t worth it. This wasn’t how she’d wanted their reunion to go, and this certainly wasn’t what she wanted him to know now that he didn’t remember.

Zelda held tighter to the reins this time and willed herself to stay awake. For the most part, it worked. Only when they neared Kakariko did she begin to grow sleepy, but it was suppressed by how happy she was to see that the quaint village was spared from the devastation that the Calamity had caused. And with the path they took, she was spared the sight of Fort Hateno and the memory that came with it.

Impa was much shorter and much older than when Zelda last saw her, but her smile was as warm as ever. She welcomed the princess just as she used to, and she thanked Link for all he had done, and not a minute passed after Link had left the house before Zelda’s resolve broke. She crumpled to the floor in front of Impa’s pillow stack and let the cry rip from her throat. She dug her fingernails into her palms and squeezed her eyes shut, and Impa’s small and wrinkled hand threaded through the knots in her hair.

A century had gone by without her. A century had passed without granting her the opportunity to grieve. A century had passed and forgot her in a nightmare, and she had no more strength to hold it back. It hurt. Everything hurt. Her father--goddesses, what was the last thing she’d said to him? It was their argument, his scolding on the bridge to her study, and never would she be able to see him again, speak to him again, to have a family member left to hug her or guide her. Had her father died disappointed in her, like many of her subjects did?

Their friends, Daruk, Mipha, and Revali, trapped within the machines that once obeyed them. They trusted her, she assured them they were safe within their Divine Beasts, and they were slaughtered mercilessly by a demon too powerful for their comprehension. She tried her best to keep watch over their homes once the stasis had broken, but what could she do? If she were to fail again, if her power were to give out before the savior arrived, then their homes would be given the same treatment the rest of the Hylian population had been subject to. Urbosa, the woman who’d become such a comfort in a time where she both needed and lacked a mother figure, who was a storm of power that couldn’t be stopped, was gone too.

And Link. She loved him so much that it hurt, she watched over him and did whatever she could to keep him safe through his journey, and he hardly knew her.

This was her punishment for her failure to awaken her power in time. This was her reward for saving Hyrule a moment too late.

“It hurts,” she choked out, clutching her fists tighter.

“I know, child,” Impa whispered to her.

Her best friend, subject to the passing of time. That was really all she had left now, wasn’t it? She supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers, and she was appreciative nonetheless. She was even appreciative for Paya draping a blanket around her shoulders at some point during her breakdown.

The Sheikah were kind to her, even if she didn’t dare step foot outside of the protection of her dear friend. The only time she did was when Impa insisted she take a bath. Even though the water was warm and welcoming, Zelda spent very little time in it. She scrubbed her skin until it was red and washed her hair as best as she could, but she wanted so desperately to get back in the house.

They gave her a warm meal, too—with Impa monitoring how much she ate or drank, and Paya even offered her bed. Zelda tried to argue, to say she didn’t want to be a bother, but she insisted. The bed was warm and far softer than the one at the stable, and she was asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow. Her exhaustion was still extensive enough to ward off any dreams, to leave her in a deep and heavy sleep, but at the very least, this time she woke to morning light in the windows.

And when she dragged herself out of the comfort of the bed and questioned the whereabouts of Link, deciding perhaps she should take a day to speak with him, Paya was the one to tell her that he’d left.

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Zootopia Scene-SavageWalker

(I saw that an anon sent some asks to aiomotion about Jack Savage having ‘stripes on his bum’ so this is my interpretation of how it would go-p,s this is not canon with Rem289 and Aiomotion’s comic Black Jack enjoy)

(Jack and Cynthia got to Jack’s apartment after their mission to have dinner)

Jack”I hope you’re hungry Walker-I planned on making Omele-du-fromage(only french dish I know-ooc thanks Dexter)”

Cynthia”A Cheese omelet for dinner? really Savage?”

Jack”I’ll have you know my omelets are seur-magnific”

Cynthia”Only because you say they are”

Jack”Ha ha”

(They had their dinner and Cynthia seemed to really enjoy it)

Cynthia”I must say Jack-that was a good Omele-du-fromage”

Jack”Told you it was Cynthia”

Cynthia”Wish you worked just as good as you cook”

Jack”(making a grim face)Why are you like that?”

Cynthia”What do you mean Savage”

Jack”Why are you so sour towards me?”

Cynthia”I have my reasons”

Jack”Reasons you won’t share”

Cynthia”Precisely-my reasons are my business”

Jack”Whatever those ‘reasons’ are it’s not how I see you”

Cynthia”(Shocked)What do you mean?”

Jack”My reasons my business(he said imitating her)”

Cynthia”Tell me Savage(she says while pinching his ears)”

Jack”Ow okay(his sighs)I’m not sour towards you because instead of seeing you as my rival from the academy-I see you as that young vixen who lost everything she had(Cynthia’s eyes widen)every time I see you even though you aggravate me to no end I still remember the good times we have and each of those time were the best time of my life”

Cynthia”Jack.......”

Jack”And no matter what remark or crude facial expression you’ll give me I will never be mad at you ever-because I love you”

Cynthia”Oh Jack(runs up and hugs him)I’ve waited years for you to say that”

Jack”I’m glad I finally said it too”

(When it got time for Cynthia to leave she instead grabs Jack’s paw and brings him to his room)

Jack”What are you doing?”

Cynthia”About to answer a question i’ve been wondering for a long time”

Jack”What is the question?”

Cynthia”(smiling)Does the great Jack Savage have stripes on his bum”

THE END

(Jack Savage and Cynthia belong to Aiomotion and Rem289-and if they see this I hope they like it)

[glitterykr]

Prandaj je kshu e omel ti se hake mjalt dmth e👅

hahah kshu mka ber mami&babi-tipical answer 😂

[fuckmymunson]

Can you do a story about Eddie having sex with the reader on her period then taking care of her!!!!

❥ a/n: Yes I can and sorry for answering this like a hundred years later—

❥ TW: 18+ smut!!! Period sex! Soft dom!Eddie, aftercare. Please give me some comfort I need it. Also, I get incredibly horny before I get my period so this is a bit self indulgent. Cozy ending because I'm a bit tipsy and so love starved 😁.

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Eddie's calloused hands are practically bruising your waist with his tight grip, his heavy breathings from behind you and the rather animalistic growls he exhales every now and then only make the coil in your belly (and pussy) even tighter and bigger and— oh fuck when he yanks your hair…

But he stops. Suddenly.

Abruptly.

Violently.

Making you whine in discomfort and annoyance.

"What the hell, Eddie?" You manage to ask, looking over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend whose eyes are big as plates— his brown eyes are fixated on your pussy, and all you can read in them is panic and nervousness. "Eddie?"

"Babe" He gulps but his gaze remains glued to his dick and your cunt. "Baby" Eddie exhales, visibly shaking.

"Eddie what's wrong?" You ask, resting your weight in your forearms. "You are scaring me"

"Y—You…" His eyes drift from your pussy to your face, and you witness firsthand how the color is drained from his face. "You are b—bleeding"

"I'm what?" You ask frowning, confused.

Then it hits.

The snarky replies at school, the uncomfortable feeling all day, the nausea, the stomach pain, the moody comments, and the unforgiving urge to fuck Eddie until his cock breaks in half—

"Shit, shit— shit" You curse and ran towards the trailer's bathroom, thanking God in his heaven that Uncle Wayne's at work.

You stumble around the trailer with uncoordinated steps as your wobbly legs make you look like a newborn deer. Locking the door behind you, you grab the box that you keep inside the mirror's cabinet, where your feminine products (as Eddie likes to call them) are kept.

Eddie follows you, naked as well. He knocks on the door holding back a laugh after he hears you fumbling with the pad's wrap.

He opens the door inviting himself in after the third knock. "Baby." He calls you, almost amused. "Did you just had your period while fucking?"

"Ugh, shut up" You throw him a death glare and he holds his hands up in defeat.

"I don't mind, sweetheart. It's— you know, your natural body uh, things. Yeah" He means good, but poor baby isn't good with words. "Although, now I can say I literally murder that pussy—"

"Edward, seriously. Shut up."

"Uh-Oh, first name calling. Yes ma'am" He nods and and knocks the teasing off.

"I'm sorry" You sigh, resting your hands on the sink.

"Why are you apologizing for?" Eddie frowns and tilts his head, a few curls falling over his face. "I literally don't care, princess. It's something completely natural"

"You don't think it's gross?" You ask with a pout.

"Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross" He chuckles and kisses your head, lovingly. "Well except when you eat with your mouth open, that is fucking disgusting"

"Thanks for ruining the moment, Munson" You roll your eyes. His hands caress your sides, stopping at your hips as he silently placed himself behind you in the bathroom mirror, towering behind your still naked form. "Eddie? What are you doing?"

"Nothing…" He says looking away, pretending to not be responsible or conscious of his hand sliding in between your legs, quickly finding your clit and circling it. "You know… I've heard that period sex helps with cramps and mood swings"

"Oh yeah, where?" You try to remain calm, but then he slides a finger between your folds, slick with a mixture of your wetness and blood. "Fuck— Eddie"

"Doesn't matter" He kisses your shoulder, locking eyes with yours through the mirror. "What matter is that, now that I know you are fine… we can continue…"

"Eddie, it's gonna be messy—" You try to protest, but when he sinks two fingers so easily...

"I like it messy"

He curls his long fingers making your wet pussy clench around them, you moan his name in a needy manner, making his cock twitch.

"Now, let's return this fat cock exactly where it belongs… fuck— that's it" He thrusts without warning, his dick slides even easier than before. Eddie moans at this new sensation, it's so warm, so wet, so good. "Good girl, always so sweet and precious, you really know how to please me"

Eddie wastes no time, resuming his unforgiving pace. His balls slap against your clit in the most delicious way, making you whine and moan and cry and fucking gush around him. He looks down again, this time completely and utterly hard as a damn rock at the sight of your sweet pussy clenching around him. He doesn't care at all about the blood, he feels so fucking amazing that you trust him enough to do this.

His right hand releases your waist and yanks your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror.

"Look, princess. Look at yourself, being fucked like a naughty girl. Spread your legs a bit more yeah— oh that's it, good girl." He gives your ass a few playful spanks, enough to send sparks to your pussy. "Shit— can feel that little messy cunt clenching around me, you gonna cum, bunny?"

You nod desperately, mumbling. "Yes, yes, please. Let me cum Eddie" Not only begging with your words, you beg with your eyes, half lidded, glossy and breathtaking. "Please baby, lemme cum, need it so bad"

"Cum, cum for me sweetheart" He slaps your ass harder this time, the pain sending you over the edge. "Fuck yeah. What. A. Good. Little. Whore." Every word is punctuated with a snap of his hips, prolonging your orgasm.

The wetness in between your legs mixed with the blood runs down your thighs, but the sight of it makes him swallow so hard and cum so hard inside you. Eddie groans and slams his cock all the way in, painting your walls with his sticky load.

Between pants and giggles, Eddie kisses your shoulders, grinning like an idiot.

"I love you so much, sweetheart" He murmurs with pure adoration, helping you take a seat at the edge of the plastic tub of the trailer. "Lemme take care of you okay? I can wash your hair and all"

"Eddie, you don't have to" You say, blinking slowly as the sleep starts to possess your body. "And I love you too, darling, I really do"

He is a man of word, after all. Eddie scrubs your hair, massaging your scalp, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Rubbing your bodywash all over your soft body, caressing every inch of your skin, worshipping it and not only bathing you with your favorite products but with adoration.

"Night, princess" He kisses your nose, now safely wrapped in two blankets.

"Night, my love" You whisper kissing his lips and resting your face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rocking you to sleep.

God, this is true love ♡.

[fuckmymunson]

Umumumum a sex tape eddie fic would make me feel some type of way 😌

❥ a/n: Umumumum I'm a whore mwah. I DON'T CARE imma live my truth.

❥ TW: 18+ Smut! Modern!Eddie basically. Kinda cnc? (cuz reader doesn't explicitly agrees to be recorded so yeah), dirty talk, sex, and cum and sex and that stuff. Not proofread AS USUAL. Hehe

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“That’s it— good fucking girl” Eddie groans as you lower yourself on his hard cock, reverse cowgirl style. “Squeezing me so damn tight— shit” His left-hand grips your waist with bruising force, and his right-hand searches through his messy bed, smirking when he gets a hold of your phone. “Go on, bounce on this cock, slut”

You nod almost too quickly for your own liking and despite the stretch that aches in your tight pussy, you start moving your hips up and down. The dragging of his thick, hard cock inside you has your eyes rolling to the back of your hand, the red led lights of his bedroom bathe your body in the sexiest way— Eddie is in heaven. He slaps your ass, groping it and squeezing the flesh meanly. He lets you bounce on top of him as your hot moans fill his bedroom, his shaky hand struggles to open the camera on your phone. He makes sure to turn on the flash, before snapping his hips upwards, meeting you halfway down.

The action, paired with the sudden flash that shines behind you breaks your gasp into a loud moan. Eddie begins to thrust upwards, fucking you without mercy. The camera shakes with every thrust and he’s 100% sure the video will be blurry as fuck, but he doesn’t care. 

“Eddie!” You whine, looking over your shoulder just to find your boyfriend holding up your phone, recording directly the way his cock slides in and out of your warm cunt, coated with your wetness. He looks like he is in a trance. “What a—are you doing?” 

“What do you think I’m doing, sweets?” He asks as if you were dumb. He scoffs, pretending to be annoyed, and slaps your ass again making you yelp.  “I’m recording how I destroy this tight little pussy of yours, of course” 

“Let’s let the whole world know you are a fucking whore for this cock” He growls and slaps your thigh. You moan loudly again, clenching around him making him hiss in pleasure. “Fuck, such a slut for pain, I know” 

“Perhaps I can send this to all of those fucking guys that try to flirt with you, uh?” He asks, reaching to grab your hair and yank it, forcing you down his dick again. This time he hits an even deeper spot inside you, making you almost scream his name. “Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it—”

“Or maybe I’ll even send it to Harrington, I saw him very friendly to you that day, w—when you were wearing that mini skirt” He growls, the memory of how he caught Steve eyeing your legs and thighs adding fuel to his urge to fuck you silly. 

“Eddie!” You scream his name when he slaps your ass even fucking harder than before, the burning sensation becoming almost unbearable. “Please, please, don’t—, I—I can’t” You don’t even know what you are begging for.

For him to stop? For him to not record you? For him to let you cum? Your mind was foggy with pleasure and humiliation. 

You briefly pictured Steve unlocking his phone, just to be greeted by this sight.

The image itself made you moan again, your pussy squeezing Eddie’s cock. 

“That’s it, I know what you are thinking, bitch” Eddie spits, leaving your poor ass for a minute. “I bet you want that uh? I bet you want the whole world to know how much of a disgusting whore you are, so hungry for cock” 

All you can do is nod, perhaps he is right. 

“I know you do, princess” He coos at you, feeling his climax approaching faster than usual. He makes sure to angle the camera just right for the moment his swollen balls empty inside your pussy.

“Cum i—inside me, please” You manage to request with a hoarse voice, between moans and Eddie just can’t believe he just got that on camera. 

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

He fucks you harder, the bed creaking dangerously under your combined weight. He moans weakly as he buries himself deep inside you one last time, his cock twitching over and over as he fills you up with his cum. The sensation’s simply magical, something you could never get tired of. He records it all, the way his balls tighten and how it slides out of your pussy when he pulls out and his softening dick rests on his thigh. He also records how his hand reaches down, circling your abused hole just to push his seed back inside with an obscene, wet squelch. 

You move slowly to lie down next to him, but he stops you midway with a hand on your back.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” He asks breathlessly. “You haven’t cum yet. You are gonna sit on my face and record me eating your pussy leaking with my cum until you squirt all over my face” You moan at his explicit words, feeling your stomach (and pussy) fluttering. “And if you miss a single second of it, I’m gonna record you sucking my cock until you pass out and post it on twitter”

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asdfgjsrieufhkeksjd, imma go to bed mwah.

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲:

Dom Eddie M. + prompts 97, 42, 39, 68

(if u can add in prompt 89)

💗💗.

I have, no words. Words fail me. I am so excited to do this. This was such a journey. It's WAY longer than intended. It's FILTHY. It's ME BEING A WHORE. Thanks to my wife @lil-quinnie who was there during the process and brainstorming with me.

CW: 18+, SMUT, MeanCheerleader!Reader (god, my favorite), (KindaMean)Dom!Eddie, daddy kink, use of toys, slapping, dacryphilia, slight subspace, dirty talk, a bit of a rushed ending cuz I didn't want to make it THAT big. I am a bit mean too but I love being a bitch too. | Word count: 2.5k (omfg), not proofread!

#39: “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” #42: “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.” #68: “Shh, just look at me, baby.” #89: “Your thighs are shaking so much.” #97: “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”

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Behind that bitchy, confident mask, there’s a whiny, submissive bitch. And Eddie knows it very well.

He knows how much of a fucking tease you are, and he learned how to handle it. He knows exactly what to do in order to turn you into a putty, teary-eyed mess. Eddie is extremely patient with you as well, even on those days when you are the brattiest brat in the whole world. Even when you are doing everything in your power to tease him, to edge him, to needle with him. When you grind up your cute, little cheer skirt against his crotch? He just sighs and smiles. When you spread your legs at the other side of the cafeteria by «accident», giving him the tiniest peak of the lacy, black underwear he bought for you? He just shakes his head and smiles, again: but, the grip on his lunchbox almost bends the shitty handle. When you drag him to the nearest empty classroom in between classes, kissing his neck and leaving him hard, on edge after the bell rings? He just fucking smiles again and kisses your lips lovingly.

Although, on his insides, his stomach twists with anger. He’s fucking pissed, and he knows the perfect way to get back to you.

It’s a Friday, so he knows you have cheer practice and you know he has Hellfire. Before leaving, you swing your bag on your shoulder, your orange and green pompoms peeking from your backpack. Standing on your tiptoes, you close your eyes ready for your goodbye kiss…

Which never arrives.

Eddie just tilts his head, kissing your cheek, not your lips.

“Baby—” You protest, but he’s already walking away with his hands in his pockets. “Hey!”

“Good luck, doll!” He says with a wave. Eddie is glad you can’t see the mischievous smirk on his rosy lips. 

You don’t catch the game he is playing at the moment. You feel upset, deprived of your goodbye kiss. Your respective activities flow without any problem, although you truly feel upset, because why on Earth wouldn’t he want to kiss you!? Eddie, on the other hand, just sits on his Dungeon Master throne, smirking, hiding his plans, and crafting new possibilities inside his twisted, little head. 

The rest of the club knows something’s happening, but they know better than to question him. 

Eddie knows how clingy you are to him, how the simple act of denying you a kiss will mess with your mood, and he relies on that.

When both after-school activities are over, he waits for you patiently outside the building, lighting up a cigarette. He hears you before he sees you. The loud snap and bratty tone only made his 

cock twitch inside his black jeans, the excitement runs high because he knows you have no idea, what he has in store for you. 

The front doors slam open, your furious stomping and kicking gravel announcing your presence.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Jessica!” You snapped at your teammate, who just flinches in sudden fear. “Can’t you take the damn hint?”

Rolling your eyes your resist the urge to push her and smear that loud bubblegum she keeps chewing all over her fried, bleached, blonde hair. Sometimes you can’t believe how fucking stupid these girls are. No wonder why they voted for you to be Captain, everyone else it’s dense as fuck. 

Instead of greeting Eddie with a kiss, you just walk past him, opening the van’s passenger door and pouting the whole ride to his trailer. Eddie pays you no mind, he just hums along to a random Metallica song, drumming his fingers against the wheel. The fact that he is ignoring you only irritates you even further, when you arrive at his lovely home, he doesn’t open the door for you, he just walks straight to the trailer, fidgeting with his keys and all the damn hello kitty charms you gifted him. You curse on your walk to his bedroom, throwing your backpack next to his bed, and sitting on the edge. He insists on ignoring you, removing his rings and leaving them on his nightstand, taking off his vest, and the worn leather jacket.

“Eddie” You call for him, starting to feel huffy at his behavior. 

“Eddie!” You call again, louder this time. 

No answer.

Eddie walks back to you, standing in between your spread legs. You raise your head to look at him, frowning: The look in his eyes, it’s something else. It’s feral, and you can see the darkness that lies within. The frown on your pretty face quickly melts. You gulp, suddenly nervous.

You know that look. 

His cold, pale hand squeezes your cheeks, and the way he looks at you it’s nothing more than belittling. 

“You’ve been nothing more than a damn tease, All. Fucking. Day” He speaks, in that deep voice. “You know better than to act like a whore, don’t you?”

At the lack of reply, he squeezes harder, making you whine in discomfort. 

“I asked you a question. Do you know what happens to girls that act like whores?”

After a brief moment of silence, you reply with a meek voice. 

“They get fucked like whores” 

He smiles, pure venom dripping down his pearly teeth. “Good girl, at least I know you can get some shit through that thick skull of yours” At his condescending words, you open your mouth to oppose. “Nuh-uh, I know what you gonna say, and don’t you dare apologize, it’s too late for that”

“Are you— are you gonna punish me?” You ask.

“You have no clue, doll”

A part of you, it’s somehow thrilled. Only god (or the devil) knows what Eddie has in storage for you, his look is a bad omen, but your tummy twists in anticipation. He can read it in your eyes, and at the way you press your thighs together. He checks the thrift clock on his nightstand and smirks.

“Gotta go, princess” He talks, nonchalantly. “Got a deal at 8 pm—”

Sometimes Eddie thinks you are the one who’s stupid. His hand yanks your hair the second you open your mouth, successfully shutting you up. 

“I’m talking, whore”

“Sorry, daddy”

“Like I was saying, I’m leaving, you are staying, and no pouting. You are gonna stay here, tied up, with your stupid pink vibrator inside your pathetic little pussy, okay? You are not allowed to cum, if you do I’ll know. You are gonna lay there, like the pitiful slut you are, thinking about what you did today, and how brats get punished” He slaps your cheek lightly, one, two, three times. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl, now get naked before I rip that uniform off you”

Spread, naked, humiliated. You bite your lip as he slides the pink, texturized vibrator inside you, on the lowest setting. Reaching for his back pocket, Eddie uses the black handkerchief to tie your wrists above your head in a simple knot. You could undo it with an easy hard yank, but you wouldn’t, and he knows you won’t.

A part of you wants to put off a fight, to see how far he can go, but Eddie is so goddamned scary when he acts like this. You watch his every movement, how he changes his shirt, the peak of his naked torso and tattoos making you clench around the toy. Grabbing his jacket and his beaten lunchbox, he kisses your forehead before leaving.

“Love you, sweetheart”

“L—Love you, daddy”

The next minutes, feel like fucking hours. You start to wonder if he’s taking more time than usual just to bother you and neglect you. The tears appear quicker than expected, and you bite your lip suppressing a moan, it’s so embarrassing, to be used as a sex doll, to be treated like an object, to be edged over and over, but… it feels so good. Having that power and authority snatched that quickly only turns you on even more. To even imagine what people would think if they saw the local mean, spoiled, vicious cheer captain being lowered to nothing more than a needy, beautiful bitch in heat, arching her back and moaning like a desperate slut, ready to beg and plead for the tiniest bit of release.

You close your thighs, which doesn’t really help at all. 

Pressing your head against the pillow, you inhale his scent, his shampoo, the lingering smell of cigarettes and week, getting lost in that hazy subspace slowly. Every single thought is being drained from your smart head, replaced by the only one who can make you feel like this.

“Eddie—” You cry to the empty room, closing your eyes and evoking him. Thinking about his strong, calloused hands maneuvering you, manhandling you. “Eddie…”

You think about the way he spreads your legs, how he slides his thick, hard cock inside you. God, you are so deep down in your own mind that you can hear him, calling for you, pushing you over that dreamland where he is the only habitant. His soft voice sounds so close, so real…

“Hey, doll” Eddie, the real Eddie whispers in your ear. He’s holding a strawberry milkshake, your favorite. “Missed me?” He chuckles when you nod dumbly. He places the cup on his old desk, walking back to you, he knows it’s your favorite. “Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you” 

With a weak nod, you part your legs slowly. Your thighs shake slightly at the now unbearable overstimulation. Eddie smirks and palms himself over his black jeans, rubbing his cock unashamedly. He is obsessed with every single inch of your persona. To him, you are nothing less than a goddess. 

The stickiness drooling from your poor, neglected pussy makes him sigh spellbound. Eddie reaches for the toy, still buzzing cheerfully inside you. The hazy state brings you sweet illusions, he’s going to remove it, unbuckle his belt, strip down and finally fuck you. 

Spoiler alert, he doesn’t.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” He points out, sliding the toy in and out of your soaking cunt. Eddie bites his lip when he notices the little puddle on his bedsheets, he wants to lean down and lick it clean.  “Want me to fuck you, baby?” Eddie asks with a fake pout, but you buy it anyways. You are so dumb you would agree to anything he says. 

“Uh-uh” You mumble, a tiny string of drool running down your pretty lips. “I was good while y—you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself— Daddy, I—I was good” Your hips rock in rhythm with the vibrator, the spirals in the toy rubbing against your tight walls deliciously. 

“No, you weren’t. You were a damn tease all day, bitch” Eddie huffs and keeps the toy inside again, licking his thumb before attaching it to your clit. He moves his finger in circles, making you moan his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. “I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are, maybe after it, you will keep in that stupid empty head of yours to not be a brat”

“I—I’m sorry!” You cry when he speeds on your puffy clit. 

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with a chuckle. Eddie leans over you, his curls tickling your neck and face. He’s so close you can smell the cologne you gave him for Christmas, the tobacco of those disgusting Marlboros he smokes. His breath smells like a vanilla milkshake, he probably had one on his way home. “Look at you, fucking wrecked. That’s how I like you, you know my love? A beautiful, cock hungry slut”

Eddie laughs again when you seek his lips, urged to feel something else. You want his warm body against yours, his cock in and out of you, sending you down those special spirals of pleasure that only he seemed to crash into your body, mind, and soul. 

“My beautiful girl” He whispers, giving you a quick kiss. 

“Please, please—pleasepleaseplease fuck me!” You implore one last time, looking at him dead in the eye, biting your lip and arching your back sensually.  “Enough, please, I can’t take a—anymore! I need your cock Daddy” The last part is a murmur, just for him.

It works, though.

You watch with hearty eyes how he undresses at light speed, nodding excitedly when he yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cock exposed big and proud. You see every vein, the curve of it, you eye his balls, how heavy and tasty they look. You can’t help but lick your lips greedily when he strokes his cock watching you still from above, your pussy clenches around the toy. The way he is looking at you it’s absolutely sinful, he looks like the fucking devil itself. The mattress protests under his weight and you do too, impatient to have him ruining you. Eddie frowns, annoyed by the little attitude rush and slaps your thigh.

“Careful, bitch” He warns and you nod. 

When he, at last, removes the toy, he presses the vibrator against your clit just in time for him to replace the emptiness in your pussy. The action makes your pussy clench and then stretch to take him in. Eddie groans loudly at the extra tightness and you just gasp, feeling how the air is punched out of your lungs. 

“G—God, it should be illegal to have a pussy this tight and wet, baby” Eddie grunts bottoming out, still playing with your clit. He thrusts after a few seconds, moaning with you, reminding you how much of a slut you are, his slut. His precious fleshlight. His pretty bitch, his lovely angel. 

His, his, his.

“Mine, mine, all fucking mine” It’s all he says.

He fucks you until you go crosseyed, not even being able to talk, to thank him, to curse him. Eddie notices this and slaps your face, smiling when you cry. 

“Shh, just look at me, baby. Keep those cute eyes on me, okay?” 

The vibrator is soon discarded, substituted by his thumb. Eddie abuses your dripping pussy, his free hand torturing you as well. He slaps your face again and again and again until it’s warm and numb. He twitches inside you when the tears run down your cheeks and you sob, barely formulating dumb words. But he gets them anyway. His lips meet yours, basically drooling all over you, it’s such a sloppy, soggy kiss but it does the trick. 

More. 

You are so close, almost touching heaven. He slaps your tits a few times, pinching your nipples and making you arch your back. He’s also close, it’s almost painful. The form he is molding your cunt in order to fit his whole it’s intoxicating, it makes your head go fuzzy, and it feels so good to let go, to leave the conscious state and to be taken care of. 

Now that he knows you want more, he’s gonna give it to you, punishment already at the back of his mind. He’s gonna fuck you all night if he needs to or wants to. Either way, he knows you will let him. 

[fuckmymunson]

🎄Under the christmas tree

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

with steve harrington <3

Another day, another (flop) slay.

18+, smut! oral (f<3), fingering, exhibitionism?, lil' bit of overstimulation <3. Steve's god skill to eat pussy!

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With your back against the cold leather of Steve's backseat, you tangle your elegant fingers on his soft, long curls. Your rings, courtesy of the man between your legs get caught on his hair with every pull, making him moan in delight at the extra yank it gives him. The position looks uncomfortable, and to be honest, it is; But, you are touching heaven.

His tongue swirls around your clit, puffy and pulsing. You can hear the distant crickets and the water crashing against the rocks at Lover's lake, the full moon shining above your naked forms.

"S—Steve, stop, I can't" You whine, trying to push him away but he won't budge. You can see it in his eyes, warm as honey and glassy, lost in the pleasure he is giving you.

"Yes you can, and you will" He mutters against you, licking his lips sensually. Your hand cups his cheek, tracing your thumb against his lower lip, wet with your juices and his spit. Bringing it to your face, your tongue darts and licks it from your finger, making him groan in delight. "Dirty girl, my dirty girl"

The overstimulation it's almost too much.

But the way he's almost begging for you to cum one last time it's intoxicating, alluring you to please him in every way possible. Steve's thumbs spread your pussy, giving him his favorite view.

"God, you have the prettiest fucking cunt I've ever seen" He murmurs, more to himself than for you to hear. He sees how your body shivers at the compliment and his cock twitches against the leather seat. His dick it's so hard it's borderline unbearable, but he's addicted to eating you out.

"Steve, stop, stop, stop" Your words are breathless, but your body language says differently. Your sweet pussy keeps feeding him, trying (and failing) to satiate the insatiable: Which was your boyfriend.

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” He implores, flicking your puffy clit with his tongue and sliding two fingers inside of you. The action makes you scream and clench, and your back arches in pleasure and a little bit of pain. "Please, princess, cum for me, I fucking need it"

Your thighs spread even wider and your head barely touches the seat, closing your eyes you basically grind against him as you orgasm for the third time that night, by his tongue and fingers. Steve's hand leaves your drenched hole and squeezes your thighs in a futile attempt to find leverage. In the end, he just lets himself go and forgets to breathe, inhaling your cunt as if it provides him the oxygen he needs to live.

Which, it's true.

[fuckmymunson]

I saw this an immediately thought of remus smut prompt 16- “I wont apologize for marking you up, everyone should know your taken”

Brrrr, possessive Remus <3, Brrrrr.

18+, smut! Dom!Remus(kinda), dirty talk!, fingering, possessive (not under)tones, blood? not much or whatever (he just bites too hard), Remus having a big cock cuz I can, mwah.

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Remus wasn't a big fan of hickeys, or scratches, or bitemarks... He actually used to find them petty, or at some point disgusting. He was already used to seeing them all over his body, and for him, those were more than enough.

Remus used to roll his eyes every time Sirius walked in with a proud smirk and a red and purplish necklace on his pale neck, he would proudly show all the scratches on his back and chest, calling them "war scars", James saw it funny and slapped his back with joy. He would ask Sirius to keep his "war scars" to himself, nobody wants to see that shit.

He just never saw the appeal for it.

That is, until he really felt the urge to do it.

It would be easier to blame it on the full moon, and maybe that was the reason behind it all. On those days when he was feeling more... territorial. He knew you weren't intentionally flirting with that guy, you were just being nice like you always were! Just a big, ray of sunshine. But still... he was really close to you, and he reeked of cheap man's cologne... And Remus hated that.

He hated how that scent lingered around you.

And he had to do something about it.

He cornered you in an empty classroom, holding your hips against the wall as he kissed you, rubbing his hard-on against your bare thigh. His hand slid under your skirt, circling your clit and basically shoving his tongue in your throat to shut you.

"Take off your blouse, now" He growled against your lips, in that deep voice that made you clench around nothing.

Your clumsy fingers undid the buttons at record speed, just in time for him to flip you and press you against the cold stone wall. Remus used to fingers to stretch you wide and good for him, already knowing you had a rough time taking his massive cock.

Now, he doesn't exactly know what possessed him, but you were grateful it did. His face was on your neck when he briefly recognized the faint scent of that cologne, and he saw red.

"R—Remus!" You whined, it was the first time he ever did that.

His teeth sank into the curve of your neck, out of the blue. You moaned in both surprise and pleasure, just in time for him to curve his fingers inside you. Remus continued to lick and bite your neck, sucking the supple flesh eagerly. A trail of saliva connected his lips and your shoulder, making him pant heavily.

"I won't apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you are t—taken” He replied, smirking against your skin.

It looked... really good.

His cock twitched inside his trousers at the sight, and it planted the seed inside his little heart. Remus' hands fidgeted with the buckle but soon he was free and ready to split your sweet, wet pussy in half.

His hands grip your thighs harshly, and the so—needed—nail trim was quickly forgotten when his long nails scratched your thighs, leaving swollen, perfect grooves. His hips snapped against yours as you moaned loudly, feeling his cock piercing your pussy and rearranging your fucking stomach.

One of his hands covered your mouth, in case someone walked near. Remus's lips ghosted over your ear shell, chuckling breathlessly at your needy whines. "Let the whole world know who owns you, whore"

And with that, his teeth sank one last time on your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. The pain was too much but it crashed in the middle of your orgasm, magnifying it to the skies. Remus licked the tiny crimson dots on your shoulder, feeling (not so) guilty.

"Sorry, went to harsh" He whispered in your ear, rubbing your sides soothingly.

"Not a problem" You chuckled, panting as well. Turning your head to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt from this smut list ;)!

eddie munson + “Show me how much you missed me.” + “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

SORRY BUT I'M IN THE MOOD FOR SUB EDDIE 🥺, please don't hate me anon!!! (I'll add the «read more» thing later ok assholes)

18+, smut!!!, Rockstar!Eddie!!!, Sub!Eddie (♡), ass play, spit, masturbation mwah (m), lmk if I missed something!

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Dating a rockstar had it's perks. Of course you were proud of him, pursuing his dreams and you celebrated every accomplishment. Eddie was your pride and joy.

It had its bad perks; Many, many people whoring themselves out just for a speck of attention from him. It didn't helped that he had to sign tits, ass and thighs every now and then. It didn't helped that literally everyone with a pulse threw themselves over his lap at every given chance. You trusted him, of course. You knew by his word (and the other members of Corroded Coffin that he declined every offer or flirting).

Plus, one of those good perks, was so fucking touch starved and needy he got away from you.

You wondered what people would think of him right now; With his ass up in the air, his hairy legs spread nice and wide for you, two lubed fingers inside his tight ass, rubbing your fingertips against his prostate.

The pace was slow, at least too slow for his liking. Eddie whined in frustration, his neglected, hard cock aching against his stomach, smearing a bead of precum over it. His hips moved backwards, begging for more.

"Stop squirming, pretty boy" You scolded him with a gentle slap on his ass. "You gonna hurt yourself baby, slow down, I'm not going anywhere"

"B—but—fuck" He moaned against the silky pillows after you curled your fingers inside his clenching hole. "I need you, I want you so bad—please, please"

Eddie's eyes rolled to the back of his head when he heard you spitting right into his puckered entrance, he wished he could fucking see it. His cock twitched painfully, it could be so easy to just reach down and wrap a hand around it; But he knew better than to disobeying.

"I've been so good! I've been so obedient—" He begged again, and this time it worked. You chuckle at his plea, still mesmerized by how such a metal looking ass dude would beg to have his ass fucked like a bitch in heat.

A third finger inside him successfully broke his pathetic rambling. You smiled and reached for the lube bottle, squeezing it just above his asshole. The cold, slippery liquid made Eddie whine again, a choke moan that sounded like your name or something.

"Come on pretty boy, fuck yourself on my fingers. Show Mommy how much you missed me"

To remark your words, you reached around and wrapped a hand around his big, hard cock, squeezing the tip before starting to jerk him off.

"Oh—oh—Thank you, thank you Mommy thank—" Eddie cried and rocked his hips back, drooling all over his pillows. His soft and high whimpers made you moan as well, this motherfucker was such a little needy whore.

His sweet sounds were amazing, so desperate and his little giggles that soon turned into moans made your tummy twist in excitement. His thighs shook so much, the more he moved, the closer he got to his orgasm. His back arched the second his pleasure jumped over the bridge and the ecstasy crashed into his body. You heard every single noise and pant and you could swear you saw heaven.

His cock twitched in your hand as he came his stomach and the bed, almost sobbing in raw pleasure.

Thank god this was only for you to see.

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt from this smut list ;)!

robin buckley “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” +“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

your writing is SO GOOD! i hope you’re having a wonderful december <3

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ROBIN OMG, I'M SO EXCITED! Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate your kind words and I hope you had a wonderful December and a Happy New Year! 💛. Btw, I'm on my phone so I don't have the «read more» feature, so sorry!:(

18+, smut! Sub!Robin ♡, Dom!Reader, drunk(ish) sex, dirty talk, (if you squint? Idk), fingering.

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Robin was your local awkward, adorable girlfriend. Always wearing a lovely blush on her cheeks and still getting all flustered by your kisses, pet names and compliments after almost a year of dating.

Her sweet and rambling personality completely bewildered you— yet, it was one of your favorite things about her.

But god forbids, the moment she sips a single drop of alcohol.

Goodbye shy, nervous Robin, hello bratty, cocky Robin.

You two weren't used to public displays of affection, your friends were pretty much into it and even encouraged you two to be more comfortable between them, making you feel safe in an environment where you knew you wouldn't be judged. No one cared if you two kissed, or held hands, or whatever!

But unfortunately not everyone thought like that.

Don't get me wrong either— You love a touchy Robin, a smiling gorgeous girl who cupped your face and kissed you lovingly; But, you weren't quite fond of the way a couple of immature jocks looked at you, laughing and clearly whispering obscenities.

Or the group of childish cheerleaders that kept gossiping at the way Robin's hands sneaked under your skirt and grope at your thighs.

"Darling" You whispered to her ear, removing the red cup from her ringed hand. "Let's cut the alcohol a bit, yeah? I need to take you home and I don't want you puking your mom's couch again"

"Baby— Come on" She said, loudly. Brunette locks framing her freckled cheeks. "I just wanna give my girl some sweet lovin', don't be bitchy!"

"Me? Bitchy?" You inquired, huffing. You slap her hand away from your ass again. "Robin, stay still. Or else you know what happens to bad girls" You let the threat linger in the air.

"Yeah? What? You gonna send me to sleep without a goodbye kiss?" She mocked and grabbed the first red cup on her eyesight, not bothering to check it before drinking from it.

"Robin, this is your last warning"

"You gonna spank me or what?" She giggled and playfully slapped your thigh.

"You're so in for it when we get home"

Your hand trapped her wrist, dragging her outside Steve's house. Robin saw the look on your eyes gulped, suddenly nervous. She didn't realized how much she was pushing her luck. As if every drop of alcohol and bratty confidence drained from her body, she tried to save herself.

"Babe! I w—was just joking you know? Haha, you know I didn't mean any of that"

Your answer was silence.

You stomped your way to your car, opening the passenger door and pushing her inside, gently yet firmly. Crawling on top of her, you locked the door, cupping her face and kissing her. Robin moaned against your lips, already full aware of what was about to happen.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you" You promised.

Usually, you would take your time with her, one by one pushing her buttons and turning her into a needy, begging mess— Not tonight, though. Robin moaned against your hair when you sank two fingers inside her, curling them and squeezing her thigh as you held her legs open. The position was uncomfortable, your car wasn't that big but it had to do. Without hesitation you moved your fingers at a mean pace, in and out, in and out, the wet noises of her pussy made you choke a moan, this was a punishment, you needed to remind yourself that.

Your thumb rubbed her clit, already swollen between her puffy, sweet lips. Robin cried your name, ashamed of how quickly she was cumming.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry!" She almost yelled, biting her lips. "Please mommy I'll be good!"

"Now you wanna be good?" You rolled your eyes but your voice was hoarse and trembling.

With a high yelp, Robin came around your fingers, clenching around your digits and yanking your hair almost unconsciously. Her lips searched yours and you gave in just this time, because what was about to happen will be way worse.

Instead of removing your fingers like you would usually do, you continued your movements, this time adding a third finger easily due to the new wave of slick that coated them. Your girlfriend mewled, a bit overwhelmed by the sudden overstimulation.

"Nononononono—" She shook her head, already knowing your plans.

Robin hated to be overstimulated to the point that it brought tears to her pretty light eyes and turned her into a wet, putty mess.

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life.

"Remember the last time you came four times and squirted?" You talked, nonchalantly. Not giving her time of replying, you continued: "Let's see if I can make you squirt before the third time"

"But—fuck" She cried, clenching around your fingers when your teeth gazed over her nipples over her thin cotton shirt. "Baby, your car— it's gonna be all m—messy"

"Don't worry, it's leather. You can clean it with your tongue"

[fuckmymunson]

i am sending u all the virtual hugs and kisses <3

I want all the kissies pls, with extra cuddles if I can ask < 3.

[fuckmymunson]

Need to thank you for the hairs appreciation post because this was the first time I looked at my tummy and happy trail and my coochie and I really liked it and felt smesxy, so thank you so much 🤍

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You deserve it! You are beautiful gorgeous pretty, you are very smesxy<3

Never be ashamed of your body, its perfect on its own way cuz its unique and it's yours 💛☀️

[fuckmymunson]

Good night and good morning, hope you know that I would bring stars and the moon for you,

My property

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🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺(❁´◡`❁)（〃｀ 3′〃）<333333

Stop im gonna melt i am a whore for romantic cheesy stuff.......:((((

[fuckmymunson]

You’re mine anyway

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I—I am?😳😳

A

Qhehqhhdhqahhgsha omg