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tonylaufeyson · 3 years ago

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devil in disguise; eddie munson

summary: eddie wants to get to school in one piece, you just want his cock down your throat

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: smut, 18+, blowjobs

notes: feedback is appreciated! FIRST EDDIE FIC BC I HIT 3K FOLLOWERS? SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK<3

"you're gonna get me in so much trouble, angel." eddie grumbled low in the back of his throat, shooting you a half glare that really held no heat but made no effort to shift your hands away from his dick. your fingers danced over his zip, palm brushing over the bulge in his jeans as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. his cheeks held a soft flush, his bottom lip dark from where he'd bitten into it.

"c'mon, eddie, just wanna taste you." you fluttered your lashes at him, gave him your best pouty lips and puppy dog eyes and he made a pained expression when he looked at you. he so badly wanted to give in, wanted to see you with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock and mascara smudged beneath your eyes but he'd also not like to crash his car into a tree. he was already hard, had been since you'd left his trailer because you'd bent over to pick up your bag and all eddie could think about was keeping you like that, fucking you until you begged him to stop. "i promise i'll be quick."

"you can't wait until i'm parked?"

"no, i don't wanna." it was a whine, a pathetic whine and you'd increased the pressure of your hand, thumb brushing over where his tip was, nail grazing over the rough fabric of his jeans. it wasn't fair, eddie got you off tones of times while he was driving, teasing his fingers over your clit until you were shaking and making a mess of his leather seats, so why couldn't you return the favour? you got the safety logistics of it all but you didn't really care when you got to have his cock stuffed down your throat. "please?"

you squeezed his cock, as best you could through his jeans and eddie cursed, bucked his hips up a little off the seat as he tried to focus on keeping the car driving at a steady pace. "jesus," he tapped his fingers against the wheel, threw a look at you and shook his head, attention settling back on the road. "you're such a fucking brat, y'know that? always have to get your own way." despite his words your lips tilted into a smile because you knew he was about to give you the green light. you made no move to touch his belt though, waited for him to say the words. "go on then, put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.”

your insides twisted at his words, mouth almost watering and then you were unbuckling yourself, shifting in your seat to work eddie’s belt open, undoing the button and tugging down the zipper of his jeans. the second you pulled his cock free you were wrapping your fist around it, leaning forward to spit onto the tip, smearing it down the hard length of him with twisted movements. your thumb teased over his tip, his groan sending a flood of wetness between your legs as you slowly pumped your tightened fist up and down him.

eddie tutted, shaking his head as he held back another low moan, your fingers squeezing slightly at the head of his cock. “come on now, sweetheart, you wanted my cock stuffed in your mouth so do just that.” you glanced up at him, eyes a little glassy and he knew you’d gone completely cockdrunk, had lost your mind over something as simply as giving him head.

“i wanna take my time.”

“we don’t have time, so unless you want all your friends seeing how much of a whore you are for me you better wrap those pretty lips around my cock and make me cum.” you huffed at his words, frowning at the thought of being rushed. you liked taking your time with him, liked working him up with slow drags of your hand and even slower bobs of your head. you liked to savour it all, the hot and heavy feel of him against your tongue, how he tasted, the way his thighs and abdomen tensed and quivered, the soft grunts of your name he could never hold in.

dipping your head lower, you finally let your tongue meet the silky smooth skin at the base of his cock, dragged it slowly along the vein that ran the whole way along him before taking the tip between your lips. you suckled softly, humming low in the back of your throat and eddie grunted at the vibrations, shifting his hips. “there you go, good girl.” as always the smallest bit of praise went to your head and in turn you took him further into your mouth.

you took him in slowly, tongue smoothing along his shaft as you hollowed out your cheeks, head starting to bob at an even pace. your mouth stretched around him, throat relaxing as you tried to take more of his cock in each time you moved your head. eddie was moaning above you, trying his hardest to concentrate on the road ahead but all he could focus on was how warm and wet your mouth was, how pretty you sounded when you spluttered around him and how badly he wished he could pull over and fuck your throat the way he liked. you brought your head up, swirled your tongue around the tip and sucked again, harsher this time and eddie’s hand left the wheel, tangled instead in your hair.

“god, baby, you’re doing so well, feel so fucking good.” he grunted, pulled a little at the roots of your hair when you swallowed around him and then he was pushing at the back of your head, forcing more of his cock towards the back of your throat. “c’mon princess, i know you can take more of me than that.” you gagged, his entire cock sliding into your mouth, throat relaxing so you could keep him comfortably there. eddie gripped the wheel with one hand, knuckles turning white as pleasure shot up his spine.

you were choking on him, spluttering as you tried to breathe through your nose and you barely noticed the tears falling down your cheeks, your nails sinking into eddie’s jean clad thigh. you knew he was close, his moans had gotten slightly more high pitched, his cock twitching and you wanted him to cum, wanted him to fill your mouth and make a mess of you. you could already taste the salty drops of pre cum on your tongue and it made you desperate for more, going pliant as eddie used his grip on your hair to guide your head up and down his cock.

you were surprised by how much control he had, how he was still driving so perfectly despite having his cock stuffed completely down your throat. his moans and grunts were becoming louder than the music, making your pussy clench around air, wetness pooling in your underwear. you’d gone a little dizzy from the lack of proper oxygen but still when eddie loosened up on your hair you didn’t pull off completely, only suctioned your mouth around him, tongue swirling over the bulging vein.

“m’gonna cum, pretty. gonna cum in your mouth and then i want you to show me, yeah? show me what i give you.” you hummed a sound of agreement, didn’t even notice that eddie had stopped at a red light and was watching you take his cock like you were made for it. you wrapped your fingers around him and pumped your fist around what you couldn’t comfortably fit in your mouth, focused your tongue and lips on the top half. eddie still had his hand on your head but let you move at your own pace, let you hollow your cheeks and suck him until his stomach tensed and his grip on the wheel turned deathly tight.

you got lost in working your tongue over him, twisting your wrist so your spit covered fingers brought him as much pleasure as possible. your head felt fuzzy, jaw a little achy but you wanted to pull his orgasm from him, wanted to taste him on your tongue so you could spend all day thinking about it. this was your favourite thing about eddie, giving him head, you’d spend all day every day with his cock in your mouth if he’d let you.

his orgasm hurtled towards him when you tightened your grip and sucked a little harder and he came with a groan of your name and a quick tug to your hair. he pressed his hand against the back of your head, pushed you back down on his twitching cock and held you there as he spilled his cum into your mouth.

“fuck baby, that’s it.” he was loud, moaning and grunting, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. he slowly let go of your head, let you pull off him, careful not to let any of his cum drip from your mouth and you settled back into your seat. eddie quickly glanced at you, face flushed, bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat and he looked so incredibly fucked out, so consumed by pleasure you wanted to take him back down your throat and keep making him cum. “show me.”

you opened your mouth, cum sitting on your tongue and let him see, watching his eyes flash before he was lifting his hand and tapping his finger against your cheek. “so fuckin’ pretty, aren’t you? swallow.” you did as you were told, humming at the familiar taste, trying to calm your own beating heart and the throbbing in your pussy. if you were lucky, eddie would sneak you into a bathroom and would fuck you, would make you pay just a little for the reckless performance but in all honesty that was what you were hoping for.

there was a little packet of tissues in the glove box and you used them to clean your hands and eddie, ears prickling at the soft moan he let out when your knuckles grazed his cock. you fixed his jeans, buckled his ridiculous handcuff belt and then pressed a hand to his chest, leaning in to kiss his cheek, nose nuzzling softly into his skin. his hair tickled your face, your fingers sinking into the curly strands to stroke the back of his head.

“i love you.”

his lips tilted into a smile full of adoration, dimple denting his cheek and it swirled hot and fizzy in your chest. “hm? i love you too, even if you are gonna kill me one day.”

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tonylaufeyson · 3 years ago

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𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: what’s eddie supposed to do when you look that hot? not touch himself? oh please, he knows you're not that dumb [eddie x bimbo!reader]

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. m and f masturbation, eddie being a bit of a perv, technically a bit of voyeurism since you watch each other masturbate, squirting, cum play]

a/n: let’s pretend yesterday never happened shall we 😃 this was inspired by this post a little while ago! || SPOILER FREE!

Eddie swears he’s not doing it on purpose. Honest to God, he’s trying his best to focus on what you’re saying, but the sight of your soft thighs and the short plaid skirt that barely covers the top of them turned it into a very hard task.

It’s not the only thing that’s hard. His cock stirs inside the confinement of his boxers, rising with arousal when you turn and your skirt flares out, exposing the folds of skin where your ass meets your thighs.

Your mouth is moving, glossy lips rounding the words, something about the top you’re holding up against your chest. You’re rambling about the pattern or maybe how in season it is, and that you can’t wait to wear it tomorrow for his band’s weekly gig. “Wait ‘till you see this!” you exclaim giddily, turning around once more.

Eddie is gifted with a clear view of the back of your thighs now that you’re looking through the many bags you brought from the mall. He can gaze freely at the little dimples on your flesh, along with a couple of faded bruises in the shape of his mouth on the inner side.

He’s thrown back into the memory of last night, recalling the needy sounds he pulled from you and your desperate, grabby hands pulling on his hair to detach him from your legs and dragging him to where you needed him most. He remembers how you keened when he licked your pussy, not leaving a single crevice untouched by his wet muscle; how your thighs clenched around his head when you came and how you sobbed as kept going.

Eddie’s thankful for the thick comforter that covers his lower half and hides the very obvious tent he’s sporting. It allows him to press his hand against it in search of a little relief. Unfortunately, it backfires– it makes him harder, the knot in his stomach tightening. He has to bite his lower lip to keep his needy moan in.

Something clatters to the floor and pulls him out of his daydream.

“Oops,” you giggle, throwing him an embarrassed smile before leaning down to pick up whatever it is you dropped. Your skirt rides up with the movement and… oh.

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat as soon as he sees the purple of your lacy panties. If he can even call them that– they barely cover more than a third of your ass and are almost more see-through than glass.

Before he can even realise what he’s doing, he hastily frees his cock and gives it a good pump, his eyes closing at the feeling. He drags his hand up and down slowly, picturing himself bending you over your vanity and flipping your skirt– no, scratch that. He’ll keep it like it is right now, watch it bounce every time his hips crash into yours. He’ll pull your panties to the side, of course, and push his cock into you with no warning except for the kiss he always leaves on the back of your head when he’s fucking you from behind.

And you’ll gasp as he stretches your little hole around his cock, the cute way you always do. He’ll have to keep you upright, probably snake an arm around your waist. It’ll be useful, too– that way he can rub your clit with the tips of his fingers and make you clench even more.

He strokes himself as discreetly as he can, making an effort to keep a straight face now that you’re facing him and talking his ear off again. He’s given up on trying to decipher what you’re telling him, but he still groans a non-committal “mhm” in hopes of keeping you distracted long enough to blow his fucking load.

He should really work on his acting skills, though.

Your face drops, shoulders sinking with it. “That’s your reaction?” you pout. “I thought you’d be happier, Eddie.”

“Huh?” he pauses his movements, holds himself firmly at the base.

“The necklace,” you swing it in front of him like he’s an idiot. “Y’know, it has horns… and your Hellfire shirt has a devil on it…”

If he were in the right state of mind he’d probably be jumping around like a maniac and kissing you soundly, begging you to turn around so he can put it on you. Knowing himself, he’d throw you on the bed and fuck you with nothing but that necklace on, whisper in your ear how hot his little devil is.

But right now all he can think about is you strolling around town proudly with something that marks you as his– everyone knows who the local devil worshiper was. And even if that false accusation brought him grief not too long ago, you not caring about the fact that you’d be associated with him, probably even made an outcast, makes him hot all over.

The chain looks pretty long too. The perfect length to rest between your breasts and bounce against them as you walk.

Fuck. He pumps himself again, feels a drop of precum fall down his hand. “Right, right,” he nods. “It’s really cool, babe. Super cool.”

“Cool?” you mumble to yourself, frowning. You glance at his face, taking note of his sweaty forehead and his flushed cheeks.

Oh no, was he sick? Here you were, showing off your purchases and getting mad that he wasn’t paying attention to you when he clearly wasn’t feeling his best.

“Are you okay? You’re really red,” you wonder and get closer to him, hand outstretched to take his temperature. You brush back his fringe and place the back of your hand on his forehead, wrinkle the space between your eyebrows while tilting your head to the side. “And really hot, too.”

His eyelashes flutter close at the concern in your voice. You’re so sweet to him, so caring and doting even when he doesn’t deserve it. It should make him guilty, really, but it only makes him hornier. “I’m f-fine,” he stutters on a moan.

His eyes fly to yours, which are already wide open and staring straight at his soul. Then they slowly drift lower, down his naked inked chest and to the moving outline beneath the sheets. Shit, he thinks. He couldn’t even stop touching himself.

He calls your name when you grip them, voice coated in shame but it’s no use– you’re stubborn when you want to. Even more so when he doesn’t listen to you talk about your shopping sprees and doesn’t pay attention to your hauls.

You pull the sheets away and there it is, his ringed-clad fingers wrapped around his cock, which is red and leaking and so, so desperate for attention. Goosebumps rise on his skin at the sudden rush of cool air.

“Were you really touching yourself while I showed you my clothes?” you ask a little breathless, tongue darting out to lick your dry lips.

Eddie wants to curl into a hole and die. Or the Earth to swallow him whole. He’s not very picky at the moment. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, cheeks as red as a wildfire. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, you just– that fucking skirt. And you leaned down and your–your panties. Fucking purple– what are you doing?”

You blink up at him as you climb onto the bed, staring at him from between his legs. “I wanna see,” you say innocently, making yourself comfortable.

“See…?” Eddie trails off, mouth dry as a dessert.

You smile sweetly, like you’re not asking him to do something incredibly dirty. “See you touch yourself, duh.”

He chuckles awkwardly, scratching his scalp with his free hand. “Are– are you serious?”

“Mhm,” you nod. Your fingers wrap around his wrist and slowly move his hand up, forcing him to pump his cock. Eddie exhales shakily, watching you intently and gauging your reaction. You don’t seem to be that angry or disgusted. Actually, you seem pretty entertained making him play with himself in front of you.

Your bracelets dangle and clink against each other as you move both of your hands. “S’the least you could do, y’know, after not paying attention to me.” When Eddie’s hand reaches the tip under your guidance, you force his fingers to close around it tightly, squeezing it until his hips stutter. “Can I see you play, Eddie?”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” He nods repeatedly, like one of those dolls with the big heads. You let go of him when you’re sure he’s not going to stop, clenching your thighs together at the sight of your boyfriend desperately fucking his hand. “Can– can you show me your pussy, baby?”

Feeling nice and because he sounds so pretty and looks so desperate, you sit down and spread your thighs, throwing your legs over Eddie’s. His skin is scalding hot against yours.

You bunch your skirt around your waist so he can have a clear view of your clothed cunt, his favourite colour contrasting against your skin. At the sight of the purple lace, Eddie picks up his rhythm a little, just enough to make his toes curl. “No, no. Not like that. Show me my girl, c’mon.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to make so many demands, Eds. Not when you weren’t even listening to me.”

“I said I’m sorry,” he whines. “I’m sorry, baby. I am. You just– just look so pretty. So fucking hot in that skirt. Can’t help myself.” He notices the evidence of lust in your underwear and smirks teasingly, “You can’t either. I can see that little wet spot, y’want me too.”

You push your tongue against your cheek and play with your fingers. “S’not that,” you whisper.

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to be confused. “No?”

“Mm mm,” you shake your head. You trace your fingertips around the darkened patch of fabric, moaning softly as you tease yourself and see Eddie’s brown eyes covered in black. “S’your cum.”

“Jesus,” he curses lowly, throwing his head back. “Fuck, let me see. C’mon, stop being mean.”

You pull your panties to the side and show him your sticky folds, strings of white going across your inner lips and puffy clit and a drop of his seed coming out of your hole. Before it can hit the mattress you push it back in with your fingers, moaning at the sudden stretch.

Eddie could cum from just that. “Fuck, you’re so dirty. Such a dirty girl. Kept it inside that pretty little pussy since this morning?” You nod shakily, drawing tight circles on your clit with your free hand.

Eddie’s pumping himself furiously now, the slick and wet sounds of his fist bouncing between the walls of your bedroom. “Yeah? Walked around the mall with my cum dripping down your legs? And with a skirt that short... Shit, people definitely noticed. Naughty fucking girl.”

You curl your fingers up and scissor them when you pull them out, trying to mimic the way Eddie plays you. It’s not the same, but it still sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine and makes you whine desperately. “F-felt so good. Having you in me all day.”

“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me cum so hard.”

“Please,” you whimper. You poke his side with your toes, “Please, wanna see you cum. Always so pretty when you do, Eddie. M-my pretty boy.”

You say it so dreamily, so desperate to see him unravel. His stomach tightens, his balls pulling up and getting ready to shoot his load when suddenly something wet hits his upper thighs and cock. It slips from his hand because of how wet everything is, and he scrambles to get a hold of it again and fucks into his fist until he feels raw, hips pistoning up and down in his desperation to cum. You’re crying out his name as you cover him in your liquids, Eddie’s mouth falling open in hopes of catching something, anything.

Before he knows it he’s cumming all over his stomach, his seed splattering against the dark ink of his tattoos. He’s shivering and panting, muscles twitching when your lips press against his tummy and kiss right over the drops of his cum. He moans as you slurp it up, your pink muscle moving up his sternum and then slotting your lips against his in a desperate, wet kiss.

Your tongue plays with his, making loops around it as you let his cum drip down his throat, feeding it to him. Eddie groans into your mouth, mumbles a curse when it spills from between his lips and down your chin.

You pull away to clean the mess off your face, forcing your sticky and wet fingers into his mouth so he can taste you too. He stares at you dazedly as he sucks on them, makes sure they are squeaky clean while you collect the creamy substance from your chin. When he’s done, he lets them go with a quiet pop! and grabs the back of your neck, tongue licking at the remnants of himself along your jaw.

You giggle at the weird sensation, dropping your weight on his chest and puckering out your lips for another kiss. “Will you listen to me talk about my new dress now?” you ask him, brushing away the flyaway hairs sticking to the side of his face.

Eddie laughs, giving your ass a firm slap and squeezing the fat, jiggling it lovingly. “I’m all ears, sweet thing.”

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tonylaufeyson · 3 years ago

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▬ timothée chalamet masterlist!

the gifs used are not mine! creds to the creators of them x

some are unedited so if you see any errors, they are being changed & corrected

requests are currently closed! pls do not send anymore at the moment.

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tonylaufeyson · 3 years ago

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timothee smut lmao

no specific pronouns used for reader

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groaning you turn away from the sun shining through the window laying your arm across timmys chest, “did i wake you up?” asks timmy while kissing your head lightly. “no the sun...its too bright.”, “oh, you poor thing.” says timmy sarcastically after your comment. you slap his chest lightly, annoyed your being made fun of so early in the morning.

he laughs lightly while rubbing his hands up and down your back, his rings making your exposed skin cold. getting goosebumps from the light touch from him and his rings he asks, “are you cold..? cause i can feel your nipples through your shirt.” you blush at that embarrassed of the situation. “a lil..” you say quietly.. your head already being in the nook of his neck, you lick from the base of his neck to his ear, electing goosebumps from him.

you lift your head up from his neck looking him in the eyes, “are you cold..you have goosbumps.” you say as you lightly scratch his chest with your nails, going lower and lower each time. he grabs your wrist tightly looking at you with crinkled eyebrows, “its 10:30 y/n, i have to go to set at 11:00”,he says with uncertainty, unsure if he really wants to stop or not. “ill make it quick.” you say with a slight smile as timmy lets go of your wrist in defeat.

you grab his face with one hand as you start kissing him, moving your way onto his lap. he slides his hands up and down your back going lower to grab your ass. he starts rocking you back and forth groaning a lil into your mouth, you back away from the kiss tilting his head to the side to get a better view of his neck. you start grinding down on him harder as you suck his neck leaving hickies that will be hard to cover up on set, “oh, fuck”, he groans his eyes closed and mouth in a “o” shape. “y/n stop, iam gonna cum if u keep going.” timmy says as he moves his hands from your ass to your waist letting you do all the work. you raise your head from his neck moving your hands to his chest to get better stability, “i told you id make it quick.. didnt i?” you say as you moan slighty as your clit hits his hard cock through the two barriers of underwear.

he moans almost sounding like a whimper as he gets closer. his heads thrown back over a pillow while his eyebrows are crinkled and eyes are shut. “you look so good this way.” you say as he groans from your praise. “iam gonna cum y/n”, he whisper moans to you, opening his eyes just a smidge to see your tits sway as you move.“go ahead baby, cum for me.” “fuck” he whimpers that slowly turns into a moan as he cums in his underwear. you slowly move off him, he opens his eyes bringing his head up to see what your doing. “iam sorry i didnt get to make you feel good too..”, he says, “ill make it up to you when i come back from work though.” “its okay” you start as you reach out your hand grabbing at the hem of his boxers, pulling them down to see his cum covered stomach and cock. he looks at you confused before you bring your head down licking up the cum on his stomach, he groans squinting his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. “i like making you feel good” you finish as you lick his tip.

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hes so fine bro i want him😭

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