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so soft pt. 125

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I’m so ready for this movie y’all 🫠

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My favorite genre of Eddie: in the background, very pretty, doing absolutely nothing.

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this is your friendly reminder that in two months, we'll have him

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joseph and pedro for gladiator 2

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@lgbtqcreators creator challenge | TYPOGRAPHY

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having a resting bitchface is so funny because i'll be doing something relaxing, and really enjoying myself and my face will look like this

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 💗💗

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he looks like he’s contemplating everything he said

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im at the eddie munson store y'all need anything

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🔥😮‍💨

sin and smoke

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

contains: 18+ MDNI, smut, pure filth, smoking, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), edging, begging, praise, mean eddie (but in a hot way), wc: 1.3k

authors note: inspired by this beautiful edit by @hugdealer <3

You're on the edge of release for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. Eddie's curls tickle the inside of your thighs. Your legs are draped over his shoulders, his strong hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady. You've lost track of how many times he's brought you to the brink of release, only to pull back, leaving you teetering desperately on the edge.

He pulls back just as you feel the heat coil tight in your belly again, hovering over your clit but refusing to give you the pressure you crave.

"Fuck, you're so close, aren't you, sweetheart?" His voice is rough, and you can practically hear the smirk on his lips. "But not yet. You don't get to cum until I say so."

He moves, and you whine at the loss of his mouth on you, your hips bucking involuntarily in search of friction. He chuckles, one hand trailing down your thigh to your pussy. His fingers brush against your clit, so lightly it's more of a suggestion than a touch, and you can't stop the desperate moan that escapes your throat.

"God, you're fucking dripping for me." His fingers slide through your folds, gathering the evidence of your arousal before he presses them into you, slowly. You clench around him, desperate for more, but he keeps his pace agonizingly slow, letting you feel every inch as he curls his fingers inside you.

Eddie dips his head again, pressing a kiss to your swollen, sensitive clit. You're so close to spilling over the edge again, your breath coming in gasps, but then he's gone, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound that makes your cheeks burn with shame. You want to scream, to beg, but the words die in your throat when you see what he's doing.

Eddie leans back on his heels, your wetness glistening on his fingers in the dim light as he brings them to his mouth. He licks them clean with a deliberate slowness, his eyes locked on yours.

He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then settles between your thighs again, wrapping his arms around you once more. He taps one out, places it between his lips, and flicks the lighter open.

You watch, dazed and frustrated, as he lights up the cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly. The smoke trails in the air, drifting lazily over your body.

The sight of him like this — wild hair, tattoos, lips still wet from you, with that damn cigarette hanging from his mouth — it's enough to make you clench around nothing, your body aching with need.

Eddie exhales a cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on you the entire time. He's waiting, enjoying the way you squirm. The smoke twirls around him, adding to the heady, suffocating atmosphere of the room.

"Please," you manage to choke out, your voice trembling. "Eddie, please, I can't–"

He raises an eyebrow, taking another drag from his cigarette. You shiver as he exhales, the smoke curling around his head in a lazy halo.

"Patience, baby," he says, his voice rough and teasing as he trails a finger down your stomach, stopping just short of where you need him the most. "You can take it. I know you can."

You let out a sound that's somewhere between a whimper and a groan, your hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. But Eddie just chuckles, moving to stub the cigarette out in the ashtray beside the bed, returning his attention to you.

He finally places his mouth back between your legs, and you nearly sob with relief as you feel his breath against your skin again. But he doesn't touch you right away. Instead, he watches you squirm, his hands spreading your thighs wider as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and needy.

"Look at you", he murmurs, almost to himself. "So fucking pretty like this. All spread out, begging for it."

You can barely think straight, your mind a haze of need and frustration as you try to grind your hips against his face, but he holds you still, his fingers digging into your thighs.

"Such a dirty little thing", he tuts. Then, finally, he dips his head down, his tongue flicking out to swipe through your folds, slow and deliberate.

Your whole body jolts at the contact, a choked moan escaping your lips. He doesn't give you what you want right away, though. He takes his time, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit, dipping into your entrance only to pull back and start the whole process over again.

You're trembling, every nerve in your body alight with the need to cum, but Eddie keeps you right on the edge, never giving you enough to tip you over.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans against your skin. "Could eat you out for hours."

And he has. He's been at this for what feels like forever, bringing you to the brink only to pull back, leaving you a shaking, desperate mess under him.

When he finally, finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, it's like a bolt of lightning shooting though you. Your back arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from your throat. But even then, he doesn't let you cum. He pulls back at the last second, his hands holding you down as you thrash in frustration.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against you. "I want you to beg for it. I want to hear how much you need it."

"Please," you gasp, the word slipping out before you can stop it. "Please, Eddie, I need to–"

He cuts you off with another flick of his tongue, his hands spreading your thighs even further apart as he gets back to work, this time with more intensity. He laps at your clit, moving in precise tight circles. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in the curls as you try to pull him closer, to grind yourself on his mouth, but he doesn't let you.

"Say it," his voice vibrating against your clit. "Say you need me. Say you need to cum for me."

"I need you," you sob, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "I need to cum, please, Eddie, please, I need it so bad."

That's all it takes. He latches onto your clit, sucking hard, and you cry out, hips bucking despite his hold on you. He moans against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body, and you're gone, falling over the edge into a release that's been building for hours. You scream his name, your vision going white with pleasure.

Eddie doesn't stop, his tongue working you through the aftershocks, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you're a quivering, gasping mess beneath him. He only pulls back when you're too sensitive to take anymore, resting his head against your trembling thigh.

His lips are slick, his hair tousled from where your fingers had gripped it, and there's a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he climbs up the bed to lie beside you.

"Good girl," he says, his voice soft and low as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your sweat-dampened forehead. "Such a good girl for me."

You can't form a coherent response, your mind still floating in the aftermath. But Eddie doesn't seem to mind. He leans down, pressing a soft, almost tender kiss to your lips.

"Think you've got another one in you?" he says, his voice deceptively gentle as he nips at your lower lip. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

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He's just a baby

JOSEPH QUINN as TOM Make up (2019) dir. Claire Oakley

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Dissociation vs Overstimulation

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Eddie the Gentleman

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I love this little fucking brat sm.

Joseph Quinn as Arthur Havisham

Episode 15 of Dickensian (2015-2016)