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about me (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
i use she/her pronouns, i'm bisexual, i love pink n girly things smsm!! i mainly write for eddie but maybe i'll step out one day n write something 4 my beloved steve <3
tw - most of these contain dubcon, cnc. so please do not read if any of these trigger you 💕 m sorry. warnings are written just after the title in bold !
MASTERLIST:
˖ ࣪⭑ - contains smut.
♡ - contains fluff.
BABYSITTER. (˖ ࣪⭑)
A PEN? (˖ ࣪⭑+♡)
the 10 mins of free time in A PEN? (♡)
MAIL CONCEPTS / SOME THOUGHTS 💌🎀
perv!eddie kisses catholic!innocent!reader on the cheek for the first time (♡)
eddie fucks groupie!reader on stage after a gig (˖ ࣪⭑)
perv!eddie helps you brush your teeth (˖ ࣪⭑+♡)
perv!eddie convincing catholic!reader to sneak out of church for him (♡ +hints of ˖ ࣪⭑ mayb!)
perv!eddie & shy!librarian reader
psa: sorry if my blog's a mess rn ! i'm not used to tumblr yet m. for now bare w me !!! enjoy ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭
Jus' sum modern eddie being cute plz if ur feeling it, love ur page sm 💗 🥺
cutesy modern!eddie lives in my mind rent free :,(
first of all he would put you as his lockscreen, his pfp pic on instagram and would NEVER !! never ever stop talking ab you to his friends, on social media ... etc. he needs everyone to know how much of a lucky man he is !!
he loves texting you whenever he's on tour with his band. usually all he does is tell you how badly he wants to cover you in lots of kissies once he gets back home and cuddle you for the rest of his lifetime.
if you're both going out shopping and he catches you staring at something for too long (per example: a lipgloss, blush ...) he would take a photo of it and use it as a resource so he knows how to give you the best gifts ever !!!!
whenever you're both kissing he loves holding your face because he's just sweet like that :( let's keep in mind his love language is definitely physical contact so if he has any chance of holding you, he's not letting that opportunity go to waste !
you and him may not share musical tastes but he loves sending you playlists with titles such as "for my princess" that he plays whenever you and him are inside the van (on a road trip) that has a really eclectic mix of genres. pop, indie, rock, metal... your music taste and his combined are, as he says, the perfect mixture (even though he absolutely despises that skimpy beat all pop songs have)
he's always calling you petnames and praising you; you're here with me now so there's no need to worry okay princess? love you, you did so well for me, i love you, baby.
mayb one day i'll write some fluffy!eddie cuz believe it or not my mind is always busy thinking ab fluflly!bf!eddie and i have rly cute headcanons i just wna share w the world :(( they r just so!!!!!
hi! just had a thought about eddie calling you cupcake during sex and i asked if anyone wanted me to elaborate and 2 people said yes ~~ i know! a lot *giggles* but it was enough for me to keep going! so here it is 🎀 enjoy bbs! tw ~~ smut.
"my little cupcake can't take it anymore? aww" eddie says swiftly with a pout forming on his face while he pounds relentlessly into you. the pink, floral-paper room decorated with anything heart-shaped being filled with filthy noises - his cock slamming into you with no mercy, his balls hitting your skin, and also, your whining and crying noises.
"daddy- can't!" "'s too much, can't" eddie lets out a dark but light chuckle out of his gritted teeth.
"look at you, aren't you a big girl? takin' my cock so well- shit. your cunt 'so tight, princess" he never lets his eyes leave yours, the best view for him was to be able to see you face when you actually couldn't take it anymore.
"stay with me, baby. wna see you cum again. i know you've got one more in you. come'on dollface." he nodded while he was deep inside your gaze - and hole -, his pleading look, some sort of magical spell he was getting into. he swore to himself and god that the first time you guys would do anything sexual, he would be gentle ... and there he is: having absolutely no mercy with your tightening cunt that was aching for another orgasm.
"can't- i can't, eds. too much- gotta pee. please" you plead through glassy eyes looking deep into his. cheeks all flushed because even though he's ruining you and stretching you open, maintaining eye contact seems so personal.
"fuck- you're so tight. surprises me that your cunt sucks me in so fucking well after all the times i've fucked her. she's so hungry for me, isn't she cupcake?" he mocks. pouty lips and sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead. his stamina was out of this world, but what truly kept him going was your walls tightening around his girthy cock. he couldn't take it anymore but was willing to pass out if this was the last thing he saw right before he did.
"it tingles, daddy. 's too much." he graverly loved pushing you to the edge, testing your limits. even more when he was inside of you because, even though this was sexual, he profoundly knew that you will submit to him no matter what context - sexually and non-sexual - & let him do whatever he wanted to do to you. he loves you so much and needs to take care of you after all. so that's what he was doing at this moment. taking care of you by being deep inside your guts.
"yes you can, princess. give it t' me" he mumbles something else right after that but you can't really hear him due to the overwhelming sensation of an intense orgasm creeping up. just as he feels you tightening around him, he goes "alright, there's my good girl. knew you could do it, angel. wnna cum?"
as quickly as your orgasm was approaching you, you quickly nodded with your head. after that, he immediately stopped and you were muddled.
"tsk tsk" he clicks his tongue while he denies your actions with his head. "words, baby. good girls use words. or are you a dummie?"
"wnna cum, sir. please- 'm gonna cum" just at the moment that, he returns to his rapid pace and brings the thumb of the hand that was holding your hips down to the mattress to your puffy and sore clit.
"aww, there she is again. such a good and smart girl for daddy." immediately after these words left his mouth, your release was being achieved. but it didn't stop him, although it made him gradually slow down his rhythm until he was satisfied. eddie decided to interrupt your thoughts after giving you a sweet peck on the lips asking about how you were doing to which you replied with a pure smile and tired doe eyes.
"nevermind cupcake, gotta go clean you up. stay with me, okie dokie? i'll just grab a towel and some munchies for you. love you, angel. did s' good for me today." forehead kisses were a big part of eddie's aftercare.
also! this is rly short, hasn't been proofread yet and i made this in a rush so plz bare with me. love u love u!
wnt to write something ab eddie calling you his cupcake in the middle of sex idk !!!!!! its just something that my mind cannot leave !!! he loves calling you his cupcake :( should i elaborate ? plz lemme know. love uuuuuuuuuu !!!!!!
wnt to write something ab eddie calling you his cupcake in the middle of sex idk !!!!!! its just something that my mind cannot leave !!! he loves calling you his cupcake :( should i elaborate ? plz lemme know. love uuuuuuuuuu !!!!!!
idk about you, but fuckboy eddie will steal your girl right out from under you. at the club, at a bar, at a house party — if he wants it he gets it. it starts with just little things, watching to see how you interact with your partner — if things are starting to go south or not. it’s extra fun if you’re really in love with them cause he knows he can fuck you better.
he’ll wait until at some point you make eye contact with him, he’s always splayed out, man spreading on some chair or couch, blunt smoking in his hands (he doesn’t share, only with pretty girls who ask). he nods with a little smile and of course you walk right over to him in your cute little outfit cause you wanted to impress your boyfriend’s friends. you’re impressing him alright.
‘hi, um, my boyfriend sent me over to see if you were selling tonight.’
he smirks, takes a hit and lets the smoke go in your face, ‘yeah? did he send you so he could get a discount?’
‘oh’ you blush ‘no, of course not.’
‘cause i always give little cuties like you a discount.’
he fucking winks and he knows he’s got you when you smile down at his feet. too embarrassed for him to see the effect he has on you with your boyfriend only half a room away.
‘well that’s really nice of you to say.’
oh and you’re so sweet, he’s gonna love ruining you.
‘you smoke, baby?’
‘not really, not a lot.’
‘why don’t you try it first and then we can talk transactions.’
you gulp while he beckons you over a little closer, passing you the blunt. you handle it clumsily and he laughs, ‘you’re so cute. need some help?’
he readjusts your hold, warm fingers brushing yours and he pulls you out of the way of some people walking through the party by the back of your thigh. you gasp at his grip, firm and intentional. if you knew him you’d know he just wanted to feel you up, but you don’t, do you think it’s just being nice.
and god did you have some soft thick thighs.
‘sorry, didnt want you to get bumped into.’
‘oh no, no, it’s okay.’ you assure, taking a hit of the blunt.
‘oh, it’s okay?’ he asks, looking up at you with a perfect smile, hands creeping back to your thighs to pull you in between his legs, ‘it’s okay if i keep my hands right here then?’
‘oh um, i didn’t mean — my boyfriends here,’ you urge, face burning red in the low light. you shiver when his hands smooth up and down over your skin. fingers brushing your inner thighs from behind every now and again, moving up and up until his just under the curve of your ass.
‘it’s okay, looks like he’s in another room,’ he says, he watched your boyfriend leave for a drink five minutes ago. fucking idiot.
‘but —’
‘hey, i can stop,’ he says, hands falling back to the couch, ‘i get it.’
you look around the party nervously, there are people everywhere but your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. you don’t really know anyone, and everyone’s shattered. you scooch a little further towards eddie when another group of rowdy drunks push by you, your knees hitting the couch between his legs. his hands meet your thighs again and he watches you keen into it.
‘ohhh, do you like that? do you like when i touch you like that?’
you don’t respond at first, breath hitching when his hands grip the fat of your thighs are, inadvertently spreading your pussy for him. he knows what he’s doing, he wishes it was quieter so he could hear the slick pop of your lips separating under your panties. he knows you’re soaked already, squirmy and embarrassed.
‘it’s okay if you do, you can tell me. he’s not here.’
you nod.
‘take another hit of that, baby. it’ll make you feel so nice.’
you do, he uses that moment to sit up on the couch like he’s about to stand. he plucks the blunt from your hand when you’re done — you cough a little, it makes him so fucking hard.
‘i could make you feel nice, too.’
- carol 💕✨
you have no idea how many times i read this and what it has done to me @carolmunson
“i could make you feel nice, too,” he coos, eyes searching your face while his free hand comes back to the back of your thigh. callused fingertips pressing into your meat, curling in between your legs. your face heats up, you don’t want him to stop.
where’s your boyfriend? when’s he coming back? you don’t have the courage to look for him, your eyes firmly looking down on eddie’s; like you trust him already.
eddie’s forefinger flexes up beneath your dress, the tip of his finger making contact with your dampened panties. your hips twitch, thighs jiggling. he plays it cool, like his dick isn’t hardening in his jeans, beginning to strain against the hard zipper when you discernibly nod for him to continue.
“you want me to make you feel nice?” he takes the last hit of the blunt as he stands in front of you, bodies only inches from touching, sucking until his cheeks hollow. his ringed knuckles come to your chin, the cool metal encouraging you to crane your head back so he can blow the warm, steady stream of smoke between your already parted lips.
he waits for your answer, “wha’d’ya say, baby? i think your man’s already forgot about you.” he lies, his eyes wandering behind you, spotting your boyfriend weaving slowly back into the room. he doesn’t want to risk losing his chance, you’re already right where he needs you: shallow breaths, heart pounding, ears red and hot, eyes trained on his.
he goes in for the kill.
he flicks the burnt out roach into a potted plant, both hands coming to cup your face, firm thumbs pressing gently under your jaw, urging your head to the side, moving in slowly. your hands reach out, fingers curling into his tee. he’s so fucking intoxicating. he smiles when your eyes close, lips parting in anticipation. the kiss is gentle, but his tongue stretches into the back of your mouth, swiping over your tongue, pointed tip of his curling against the inside of your top lip, pulling away with a quiet smack. you sigh into him. do you even have a boyfriend?
“c-can we—,”
“we can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“— go upstairs?”
and like some sort of mindfuck, you’re the one leading him up the stairs.
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tw ~~ smut. size kink if you squint a little. please do not read if these are triggering to you. (also this hasn't been proofread yet, so bare w me!)
eddie would love to put christmas decorations up with you and be so cute and loving while you listen over and over wham!'s last christmas song on your vinyl records.
even though he hates mainstream stuff, he would just love and adore watching you dance around with your cute winter themed pjs. something about you being so happy with so little would make his little heart flutter every time.
it's all fun and games until you're hanging the mistletoe and ask him for your help. poor little thing that can't get anything done by herself he thinks. you just sounded so so sweet asking him for his help, he couldn't resist.
to put it bluntly, sometimes he would be lazy and not get up from the too-comfortable sofa, he might not be the most active human on earth, but anything that would make him stop listening to that same song over and over again, he's in. in reality, he's really loving, he's always trying to make sure you're comfortable in absolutely any environment you both guys are. with his friends? he makes sure you're comfy, grabbing your hand with his plush one and interlocking your fingers, waiting for you tighten his hand back as a response if you're not comfy ...sometimes their jokes can become a little too much. they think it's a little PDA, but he doesn't care, cause he loves you. more than anything in this world, and he needs to protect you at all times. whether you're with his friends, your family, your friends... he always makes sure that you're comfortable. and whenever he notices you're not, he tries to make you feel warm and if it doesn't work, he drags you out and takes you to his trailer to cuddle and kiss you until you feel safe in his arms again.
'eeeds!' you whined. maybe he didn't hear you the first time, so you tried again. but oh he did. 'teddy... please' again. no response. there was something about hearing you beg for his presence that lit something inside him. he's being awfully quiet and that screams there's no good coming from him. but you didn't see that coming, trying to figure the best way to hang up the mistletoe without falling and breaking all of the decorations that were put aside you. you feel a hand on your hip & suddenly all your problems are solved. big boy to the rescue!
'woop- my bad. didn't see you!" you're jumpy at this point, everything so silent but the record on the vinyl starting again, plus, you didn't see his hand coming. 'gotcha, little thing.' he replies, with a smug on his face like he's the most strong boy to walk on earth.
'oh no!' you pout. focused so sharply on the nickname he gave you. little thing, little thing! that you didn't even notice all the christmas decorations had fallen to the floor and now... well they were spraying all around.
'don't worry, pretty girl. don't worry your pretty head about it.' what was he doing! you were so reddened up at this point. all the nicknames had a serious affect on you, and deep down he knew that, he was just playing around & dumb. whenever you're nervous, your mouth acts before your brain can think, so you ask 'eds?' there's a silence. he knows what you're going to ask him.
crickets.
'hm. yes?' his back was now turned. he was squatting trying to clean up all the mess you made. 'uh, don't worry. never mind, teddy. let me help you.' and as you were about to bend to try and help him, he subtlety caressed your thigh, covered with the onesie pjs you were wearing. stopping you and letting you know that he was fine picking up everything, feeling guilty about laying in the sofa while you were so adorable and excited about hanging up the lights.
'oh, o-okay' you stutter. you guys were dating since the summer, although you had known each other since the start of the year. the first time he landed his eyes on you, he saw this coming. he knew you both would get along well, even though it might not look like it. you were so good girl, good grades, sweet thing... and he was just eddie, rocker boy, the drug dealer.
'you sure you dont wanna ask anything, baby?' you nod with your head a no, looking down at your feet. he was trying to make you feel small. he was succeeding.
now, the mistletoe was finally hung and all the mess was cleaned but something was missing. the tradition is that you need to kiss your loved one under it, to last through eternity with them. right at this time, you forgot what was the point of even hanging it, questioning every decision you've made until this very moment. 'so' eddie takes the lead and breaks the silence. while he gets up and looks down at you, asks 'now that we've hung this, are you going to give me a kiss under this or do i need to tell you that you need to give me a kiss under this?' he was being really forward today, not trying to waste anytime as he grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger as he makes you look up at him.
'sorry eds. wanted to kiss you since you've put you hand on me. 'm sorry i didn't do anything.' you made your best effort in putting into words how you were feeling right now, your world falling apart.
'no need to apologise, princess. c'mere.' and believe it he was so fast on putting and dragging his hands all over your body. once your lips crashed into each other, he was making sure his hands felt at least once every inch of your body. 'hm- oh' you whine as his kisses drag down little by little, connecting with that sweet spot on your neck. that sweet noise he thinks. how did he get so lucky.
'what was that, pretty thing?' you freeze. you were so into it you didn't realise that noise actually came out of your mouth.
'n-nothing. sorr-' 'baby, there's no need to apologise. was i making you feel too good, hm?' you eyes were shining, you were looking up at him in awe. 'aw, you can't even speak, can't you?'
'yes' he takes your face with both of his hands and drags them down until they meet your pretty neck. all ready for him to leave his marks over it.
'yes, what?'
you were put in your place, you knew the game was starting and so decided to join. 'yes, master' you looked up at him innocently, batting you eyelashes at him while his cock grew harder and harder inside his pijama pants.
'that's my good girl." and the rest is history! ♡
wanted to post a christmas special quickly! sorry if this feels kinda rushed, it is :( i still have some exams left but i wanted to post! enjoy bbs 💘 take care. love u so much 💞🎀
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