hellfiremunsonn

[hellfiremunsonn]

Djo i mean...

[hellfiremunsonn]

⋆˙⟡ 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄, who perfectly walks the line between sweet and mean whenever you're getting intimate. he knows exactly how you like it, knows just how far he can push you before it gets too mean, carefully selects words that make you whine without producing tears of upset.

eddie knows your tells, notes every hitch in your breathing and curling of your toes, memorises every whimper and shiver. all it takes, it seems, is the sound of eddie's voice, no matter what he's saying to you.

"takin' me so fuckin' well," eddie grunts, hips snapping into yours as his arms cage you in beneath him. his eyes are glued to the way his cock disappears inside of you, almost feral in the way the glint under low lighting. "jesus, honey, pussy was fuckin' made to take me, hey? greedy little thing just keeps squeezing me. you want me deeper, hm? need it harder? want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?"

you whimper, and eddie mocks the sound, forcing a pout onto his lips into a cruel imitation of your current state, but dips to brush a kiss to your hairline. the sudden tenderness gives you whiplash, making your head spin in the best way.

"aw," he coos, pushing some hair back from your damp forehead. "don't act like it's too much, sweetheart. know you can take more. pussy's just fuckin' leaking around me, she's begging for more, baby. you can take more, can't you?"

blissed out, all you can do is nod stupidly. whatever eddie gives, you'll take, and take, and take.

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Pull your panties to the side, we need to talk

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@djotime at @lollapalooza from the @tmobileside stage. 📸 via @chiaralexaphoto on instagram.

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i feel sick to my stomach

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Sits on your dash

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what a beautiful day to write about bouncing on it crazy style ☺️☀️🍃

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the way usamericans talk about their military fucks me up. thank you for what service like which service are they providing you with. they're protecting your country from what. they're fighting for the freedom of whomst. why do they need to do that for and why are they doing in it in the middle east

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star witness (18+)

part of the august writing challenge

today’s word: drum

contents: reader with a vagina and breasts; perv!/voyeur!steve; masturbation (reader); steve cum in he pants :/ (CLASSIC)

It’s fucked up. Steve knows it’s fucked up. But he can’t pry himself away. It’s your fault for leaving the damn door cracked like he doesn’t live in the same apartment.

He can feel his heartbeat, vibrating quick and fast, sounding like a drum in his blushing ears. He’s tried several times to pull himself away from the sight of you, but he can’t. He feels stuck in place, bewitched by your soft body, your head thrown back, your hand shoved into your underwear.

You look so pretty like this. When you think you’re alone. He kind of gets what Jonathan said about Nancy. He can see the slick sweat on your forehead, how it drips down to your temples and disappears into your hair. Pearly teeth biting your plush, swollen, pink lips, like you’re trying to hide this dirty secret. You must not know the door hadn’t latched.

Steve should be a gentleman and shut it for you, then tell you to forget about it when you came out embarrassed. But he continues to watch the way your chest rises and falls. He can see your perked nipples through your shirt and, Jesus, what would those feel like between his lips? Between his fingers? What sounds would he pull from you?

A pretty moan slips past your lips before you bite on them harder. You exhale shakily, shifting, your hand stopping its movements for just a moment before continuing. Steve can’t tell what, exactly, you’re doing to yourself. He tries to figure it out by watching the movements of your hands, and it becomes apparent that you’re fucking yourself once your free hand moves downward to find your clit.

It’s so unfair, Steve thinks. That you have to put in all that work by yourself. He’s sure your hands are cramping, knows how little your fingers are, that you probably don’t even know where your g-spot is. He’d give anything to help you. To teach you what you like and what you need.

And he’d give it to you.

Your hips start to shift now. Fucking up into your hand. He can’t take it anymore, and with shame, he starts to palm himself through his boxers. Eyes wide, drinking you in, already dreading the moment you stop and he has to go back to real life. As if he hadn’t seen you in your most intimate moment.

You sigh, then whine. Steve bites his lips, now, to quell his own moans. He wonders how many fingers you can take at once. How hard it would be for you to take his cock. He’d help open you up for however long it took, talk you through it, make you love it. And he, of course, wonders how tight you’d feel around him. How warm and soft and wet. He shudders thinking about having you raw, feeling every bump and ridge.

Your mouth falls open in silent reverie. Steve begs in his head for you to make a noise, something for him to remember. But all that comes out are strangled moans and tiny ah!s while both of your hands work faster.

Haphazard, quick breaths make their way past your lips. He watches as one hand moves from your cunt to grope at your tits. Steve realizes that the hand you’ve brought up was just inside of your cunt, one finger slick.

One finger. Oh my God.

Steve has to bite back a groan as he slips his hand underneath his waistband to tug at himself. The hand still at your pussy moves quickly, surely working at your swollen clit. His mouth salivates thinking about what you might taste like.

You pant, loud and heavy, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open again.

You look so goddamn pretty when you cum.

“Ste … ah! Ffffuck!”

Steve’s heart stops. Were you about to say his name? His cock twitches in his hand and he quickly stops touching himself, suddenly overcome by sickness at his own perversion. Guilt grips him, makes him nauseous.

But still, he watches you come down, your movements stilling. You pant, face relaxing. You use the hand that was just inside of you to wipe sweat from your brow.

Steve’s quiet when he takes three steps back and heads into his own room. He doesn’t shut the door, knowing it’ll squeak. He just sits on his bed like an idiot, staring at his closet, trying to think of anything other than what he just saw.

He hears you moving, the floorboards groaning as you stumble into the hall and down to the bathroom.

Gritting his teeth, he lays down and tries to act like nothing happened. Tries so hard to distract himself — counts backwards from one thousand, tries to remember every teacher he had from kindergarten to senior year, every song on the mixtape that Dustin gave him that he only listened to, like, once. Nothing really works.

“Hey, Steve?”

He sits up so fast it makes him dizzy. He feels caught. “What? Hi.”

You stare at him from the doorway for a moment. “Hi. Am I… interrupting something?”

The irony isn’t lost on him. He laughs out loud, a bit shrill. “No!”

You stare a little longer. Steve keeps thinking about how your pretty face looked when it was etched with pleasure.

“I was just going to tell you that I’m going to bed.”

“Oh! Oh. Yeah, yes, go do that. You should. I will, too.”

“Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, then nods quickly. “Just tired.”

You laugh a bit, amused and confused. “Okay. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He waves at you while you turn and shut the door, then throws himself down onto the bed and sighs loudly.

He falls asleep on the couch hours later with the TV on, having stayed awake until he couldn’t anymore. Trying to forget you.

He wakes up with cum in his boxers.

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Hiiiii I just found your account through one of your perv Steve fics and ugh! I swear you right him so good! I’m obsessed!!!! 💕💕💕💕

omg thank you smoochie i love writing him. since you came here through perv!steve, here’s a little something for u.

you’re out cold on his bed, one of his old t shirts hanging loose on you, hem riding high enough that he can see the curve of your ass. he’s been sitting on the edge for a while, just watching, his hand running over the outline of his hard cock through his sweats.

eventually he can’t stand it anymore. he shifts closer, slow so you don’t wake, brushing your hair back from your face and pressing a lazy kiss to your temple like he’s allowed to be there. then he’s lifting the edge of the shirt inch by inch, until the backs of his knuckles graze bare skin. no panties.

“fuck…” he whispers, low and shaky, like he’s talking to himself.

he spreads your thighs with careful, greedy hands, sinking down onto his stomach so he can get level with you. the first thing he does is spit — thick, warm, landing right on your cunt before he smears it with two fingers. he just plays for a bit, running lazy circles around your clit, watching the way you twitch even in your sleep.

when he finally bends to taste you, it’s slow and filthy. long drags of his tongue, nosing into you like he wants to breathe you in. his cock’s leaking against the mattress but he doesn’t touch it — not yet — too busy mouthing at you, pressing a kiss to your clit before pulling back just to look again.

“look at you, pretty girl… laid out for me, all sweet and messy.” he mumbles quietly against you. he slips a finger inside, groaning at how wet you are from nothing, from just sleeping there.

“being so good for me—“ he hums, still gently touching you. “letting me use this pussy whenever i want.”

he’s slow about it, savoring every second, and if you stir, his hand just slides up to your hip, holding you down so he can keep tasting you.

eventually— he can feel your body start to shift under him, tiny whimpers escaping before your eyes even open. instead of stopping, steve just presses his forehead to yours, one hand braced on the bed beside your head while the other keeps you spread wide.

“mm— there’s my sweet girl.” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across your clit, slow, teasing circles that make you jerk and whine. “don’t move yet. ‘m not done.”

you whimper softly, trying to figure out where he’s touching you next.

“s-stevie… what are you doing?” you manage to gasp, breath shaky and unsure.

he freezes for a second, just to smirk at the sound of you.

“you just looked so pretty. had to get a taste of my sweet girl,” he hums, voice vibrating through you.

he ducks down again, licking long, deliberate strokes from your entrance up to your swollen bud, fingers plunging inside while his tongue follows. every time you try to shift or lift your hips, he just tightens his grip, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

“i… i don’t even… i don’t know…” you stammer, muffled by a gasp as he kisses your puffy wet sex.

“shh—“ he he cuts you off, voice low and filthy. “don’t think. just feel. that’s all you’re allowed to do right now.”

he’s filthy about it, whispering all the nasty things he’s imagining while he eats you out: how he’s going to ruin you for anyone else, how he wants you dripping on his cock, how he could stay here all day making you cum over and over. his spit is everywhere now, slicking your folds and his fingers, and he doesn’t stop — he pushes one deeper, curling it inside you while he hums against your clit.

“jesus, baby… you taste so good… you’re mine, you know that, right? every little inch…”

he’s slow, obsessive, dragging it out so that by the time he finally pulls back, you’re trembling, soaked, and whining, begging for him to just fuck you already. but he just smirks, leaning over to kiss you roughly, his cock straining through his sweats,

“not yet… i like watchin’ you like this. so fuckin’ helpless. so sweet. can’t wait to bury myself in you after.”

and even then, when he finally slides inside, it’s violent and greedy, fingers still buried in you, his hands on your hips bruisingly tight, groaning your name like he’s been starving for this exact moment.

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https://www.tumblr.com/probablyin-bed/791865656259772416/just-zoomed-in-on-joes-eyes-in-a-pic-i-just-saw-i?source=share

why are you distraught

bc he's gorgeous

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free healthcare should include teeth actually

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In which Steve is bordering on legally blind yet he's more blinded by the highschool social hierarchy

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some things never change

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Reading an actual published spicy book and I'm realizing that yeah I am actually a good writer and can be published LOL.

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have u ever had a guy get hard in your mouth?? had a guy cum in me and then i reallyyy wanted to blow him but he was having a hard time getting it up again so quickly so i got impatient and put him in my mouth and got to feel him get hard in my throat. anyway the point being this with steve... milking so many orgasms from him that he has a hard time getting it back up and he whimpers and squirms when you put him in your mouth and feel his length grow again until its tapping the back of your throat :) have a good night han

me after reading this (changed for life) (normal)

i. i want to suck him off when he’s soft and then feel him get hard. that’s so fucking hot. especially if he’s cum so many times he’s crying…. cheeks red… tear tracks down to his neck:.. why did you do this to me….