#biker!Eddie

[bettyfrommars]

Look at our I'm on Fire boys! Wayne "Uncle" and Eddie "War Machine" Munson😭 By the incredibly talented @dr-aculaaa

Commissioned by the amazing @texasblues

[munsonology]

Rockstar!eddie 🤤

Biker!eddie 🤤

Kas!rockstar eddie 🤤

🧎‍♀️

[chevelle724]

Holy shit, what have I done 🤤

@bettyfrommars

[harrywavycurly]

How did Eddie and Malibu!Barbie spend the holidays? I miss them💕

Hiii babes!! Awe I miss them too!! I hope you enjoy these conversations between them two while opening up some gifts and spending time at the club house!💖

-find everything Eddie x Barbie!Reader here✨

“Merry Christmas Eddie!” “Uhm…thanks?” “What? You don’t like it?” “It’s…a swimsuit…that says Barbie on it and it’s…pink.” “Isn’t it cute?” “Yeah it’s…so cute…why did you get this for me?” “Because you’re always saying I don’t have enough swimsuits that cover my body and this one is a one piece so it covers everything!” “Oh…okay but why…did you give it to me and not just keep it for yourself?” “Because I thought it would make you happy to see it…duh.” “Did…did you just duh me? Who taught you the word duh?” “Steve.” “Figures.” “Did you look at the bottom of the bag?” “I’m not wearing these…” “why? We can match! I just know you’re going to look so good in them!” “I don’t wear pink swim trunks…and especially ones that say Barbie’s favorite on the ass…” “Not even one time just so we can take a picture together?” “One time…maybe…but sure as fuck no pictures.” “You’re such a Scrooge.” “No more hanging out with Steve.”

“What is this?” “Chapstick…for your lips…” “oh thank you Eddie! I love it!…oh it smells like cherries!” “You’re always bitching about dry lips from being in the sun all day so…there you go..now you can stop stealing mine.” “You’re the best…do I get to go to the Christmas party tonight?” “Only if you promise not to cry after having too many margaritas…” “I…will promise to try my best..not to cry…” “I’ll accept that…go get dressed then.” “I am dressed?” “Please don’t start with me it’s Christmas and I’m trying to be all holly and…jolly and shit.” “Eddie this is a perfectly good skirt and top…I have to wear it tonight…it’s my elf outfit.” “Does it past the test?” “You and that stupid test….yes it passed the test…you can’t see anything when I bend over…” “fine…but you’re gonna freeze your little elf ass off on the bike.”

“What the fuck did you do to the clubhouse…” “isn’t it festive? I added lights to that old bike over there since you said I couldn’t put a tree up.” “Who helped you-” “Steve! I was just showing Eddie all our decorations!” “You helped her Harrington?” “Uh I may have…strung a strand of lights…or two…” “Steve is the best he’s always helping me with things.” “Oh really? What all does he help you with?” “I think I hear Dustin calling my name…merry Christmas Malibu!” “Malibu?” “That’s what he calls me…will you make me a drink please? I’m going to go see what Max is doing.” “Why does he call you that?” “Because it’s a nickname.” “Why can’t he call you Barbie like everyone else?” “Because he doesn’t wanna be like everyone else? I figured you’d understand that…” “I don’t like it.” “Oh don’t be such a grinch Eddie…now how about a drink? Please?” “Yeah yeah I’ll go make you a damn drink…”

[cositaslua]

Near where I live there is a motorcycle workshop that looks like this

and whenever I see it it reminds me of @bettyfrommars Biker!Eddie from I'm on Fire ❤️‍🔥🥰

[lavendermunson]

im letting my filthy filthy thoughts linger and a new eddie series will be available soon

[bettyfrommars]

perv!eddie x fem!reader

thank you to my darlings @onegirlmanytales and @mrsjellymunson for requesting some perv Eddie from me, since I was begging for it. Decided to go with biker!eddie. I wrote this really fast, it is so silly. Just to clarify, I do not consider "perv" to be a negative thing, especially not in this instance. I think it's very adorable behavior.

18+only, masturbation, smut fantasies, dirty talk, ejaculation, armpit kink, reader owns a cardigan

wc: 784

The first time you met Eddie and rode in his tow truck, you left something behind, and it wasn't until a week later that you realized it was missing.  It was a lightweight cardigan that seemed to go with every outfit, but after a while, you gave up looking, and figured you must’ve left it at the library, or at the park, perhaps.

Eddie noticed it that same night on his way home; it was slumped down between the passenger seat and the door.

The material was dark and soft, and the first thing he did was smell it.  A tentative, quick sniff at first, but then he closed his eyes and pushed a handful of the material against his mouth and nose as if it were a breathing apparatus, sucking in deep.

He remembered the way the swing of the door shutting you in the cab earlier that day sent a shockwave of your smell over to him, catching in his throat, making his mouth water.  

That sweater was his excuse to see you again, and he clutched it close, making his way up to his apartment above Munson’s Garage.  

The next night, he took a shower, sat down in the comfy chair adjacent to the TV to have a beer, and your cardigan just so happened to be on the arm rest---so he decided to smell it again.

There were subtle notes of whatever perfume or lotion you wore embedded in the fabric, as well has hints of laundry soap, but then, there was something else.  The natural pheromones released from the pores in your skin, but also…

He lifted up the sleeve of the garment to follow the shoulder seam down to the curve of the spot he wanted, and then he breathed in a few greedy pulls.

Oh, fuck, right there. 

That bit of sweat, and twinge of body odor after a long day at work and being stranded by the side of the road in the sun.  The way he imagined the crease of your inner thigh might taste after a long night of fucking.

Shirtless, with wet hair hanging down his shoulders, he took hold of his growing length inside his boxers, pumping himself a few times.  

One-handed, he flipped your cardigan inside out to get closer to the scent, to get closer to you.

He imagined licking the sweat from between your breasts after you rode him good and hard, and then letting his tongue work deep inside your pussy, spreading your legs further.

“Just like that, baby? You want to cum on my tongue? You’re so good for me,” his voice was muffled as he spoke into the material, imagining his face buried in your sweetness. 

Fist moving faster on his uncircumcised foreskin, his hips bucked up, precum dribbled out, and he groaned your name.

“I want to be inside you too, baby, fuck, so bad,” he said aloud, answering your imaginary plead, giving his hard shaft a few long strokes.  “But not until you cum for me.  I want to taste you.”

In his mind, he imagined feeling that tight bud at the top of your slit getting taunt under his sucks, and then you are pleading with him that you were close.  You’d be clutching onto his hair, saying his name over and over, until you eventually lost control, arching up of the bed, heels kicking on the mattress.

His hips shot up off the chair and they vibrated there, frozen, his hand jerking at the tip, imagining working you through your orgasm.

He dropped the sweater from his face and then, breathlessly, he imagined plunging his cock inside of you, diving down into your eager arms as you kissed him, burying himself in your still fluttering walls.

“OH fuckkk you feel so good,” he hissed, throwing his head back as his warm release leaked over his hand and onto his belly. “That’s my girl, that’s my fucking girl.  Take every last drop.” He huffed, stroking the wetness as long as he could before it got too sticky, squirming in his seat, pretending to linger inside you.

In the aftershock of it all, he pulled his boxers up and felt almost embarrassed.  What would you think of him if you knew? 

Regardless, he had every intention of returning the sweater to you, but time went on and he forgot.

No, that’s a lie.  He consciously decided to keep it.

About a year later, while helping him pack up his place, you’d find it tucked in the far corner of his closet.

“Baby,” you ask, holding it up by the shoulders so that it unfolds slowly in its crinkled state.  “Why do you have this?”

[munsonology]

Biker!eddie choking nunny with her rosary beads in the church graveyard, fucking her underneath the priest’s office, the stained glass window giving a perfect view of nunny on her back with a cunt full of cock.

Her hands melt into the grass, pulling blades and clumps of dirt as Eddie fucks her stupid. Airway tight, she mumbles, “forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

“What was that nunny?” Eddie chuckles, taunting her.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned!”

“You’re a fucking sinner, nunny.”

Eddie plunged ahead, his heavy sack slapping against her ass. He leaned over her, right in her face and spit a dollop of saliva on her cheek.

“You let me pop your cherry, nunny,” Eddie groaned.

“Mmhmm—”

“Now I’m going to rip it out of you. You like that? Huh, my little cherry?”

“Yea—mmph—”

“‘Yea mmph,’” Eddie mocked in a high voice, “you going to give me your ass too? Huh, nunny?”

[chevelle724]

@bettyfrommars surprise! I hope you like this edit I did. The whole time reading your fic, I’m on Fire, I pictured this.

[munsonology]

Biker!Eddie bringing Nunny first editions of her favorite classics 🥹

He puts a flower between the pages of each book. Unbeknownst to her, the flowers are the same ones he gave her during their lifetime together all those years ago.

All my Barnes & Noble leatherbound classics….. yeah, it’s pretty awesome being me right now. 

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Steve knows the kids are obsessed with the newest up and coming metal band, Corroded Coffin, even though their music is actually terrible. But when Robin of all people begs Steve take them to the band's next gig, he relents.

Everything starts to make a lot more sense when they walk up to the stage and there's an honest to god Siren behind the microphone, a guitar slung low on his hips with magic wafting off him in waves over the crowd.

The singer clocks him immediately and quickly schools the flash of surprise in his eyes into something more flirtatious.

Steve smiles, the cat that caught the canary. He was right. Their music really does suck, and he can't wait until tomorrow when he can rub it in his tiny human friends' faces.

Tonight, however, he's going to ruffle a pretty boy's feathers.

~~~

Eddie knows his music's horse shit, tailor made for humans- sue him, they needed the money. So he's always a little surprised when another creature finds their way to his concerts. It happens on occasion, and of course they're always welcomed. He's seen all sorts on their tour.

But something as beautifully unholy as a Nephilim?

The man with the auburn hair and hazel eyes surrounded by a gaggle of children glows with a golden aura so soft and warm Eddie's almost left speechless. Almost.

He's caught staring, but he can't take his eyes away. So Eddie does what Sirens do best. He preens, puffs his sleek black feathers just enough for only the man in the crowd to see and sings. A move typically saved for encores, the crowd goes wild with energy and pushes their way towards the stage.

The Nephi laughs, full-bodied with mirth at the antics. A beacon of golden light bursts from him, control of his halo slipping just the slightest.

It's unearthly, it's sinful, and Eddie falls to his knees in worship. The men and women caught in the halo turn to him, smiling and leaning in and touching what is Eddie's--

But the Angel relaxes, the halo draws back, and the peoples' hands fall away even though their eyes linger.

None of that matters when the Angel blows him a kiss. Eddie knows, deep in the hollows of his bones, that when he finds him after the show, he'll stretch his Angel's wings and show him just how bright his halo can glow.

[bettyfrommars]

Santa Comes Once a Year

biker!eddie x fem!reader

I had a request from the amazing @idkidknemore for "biker Eddie dressed up as Santa, railing reader on his motorcycle sleigh" and I also wanted some Eddie as Santa action for the Holiday Prompt Party I am doing with @allthingsjoeq he is not a mall Santa in this, but still.

wc: 2.7k

18+ONLY, smut, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, talk of cheating (on Mrs. Claus), roleplay, creampie, fingering, bit of spanking, ton of cliche phrases, sexualizing Santa, secret sex I guess? but it's just pretend, semi-public sex if you squint.

summary: you go to the Lighted Farm Implement show for the first time with Robin and Oliver to see what Eddie and Steve have cooked up for the parade. Afterwards, Santa takes you back to his place in his towtruck sleigh and wants to give you some cream with your cookies.

author's note: This can absolutely be enjoyed as a smutty standalone, but some elements of I'm on Fire are mentioned, including Robin raising Steve's son Oliver with him since he was a baby, and the fact that biker Eddie runs his own towing/mechanic business.

This was your first time attending the night time Lighted Farm Implement parade in Hawkins, and you weren’t sure what that even meant until Robin explained it to you.

“You know, Farm Implements. They decorate them with Christmas lights and throw candy for the kids.”

For some reason, all you could picture were shovels and snippers dancing through the street like some magical Beauty and the Beast scene.

Robin’s cheeks were rosy and she had Oliver in her arms, a navy Columbia fleece zipped up to her chin.  Mother and son each had matching, fuzzy blue ear muffs on.  She noticed your confused expression as the three of you walked up the street from where you parked. 

“Tractors, backhoes, dumptrucks, cement mixers,” she gave a few examples and your face lit up in recognition.  “There will also be buses, a few 18-wheelers, and a tractor bed with the Mayor on it.”

The big, shiny black tow truck from Munson’s Garage was in the parade too, and you were curious to see what Eddie and the guys had done to it.  Your boyfriend had been asked to dress as one of the Santa’s that year, and you’d switched evenings at the Velvet Hammer with Jackie just so you could witness this miracle of the season, being that Eddie wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas. 

He mostly did it for Oliver, to see the wonder on his face when Santa knew his name, and that year specifically, he was doing it for you.  He wanted to impress you by being the star of the show.  

Everyone from town lined the streets and cheered as the Hawkins high school band trumpeted down the lane to officially begin the parade with cheerleaders punching pompoms in the air at the front. Robin put Oliver down and you all moved through the crowd to get closer to the action. .

 Behind the band was a green John Deere bulldozer all decked out in colorful bulbs and an arc of gingerbread people up the back.  The owner of the local grocer drove a 1945 Chevy truck with Christmas trees in the back and a person dressed like an elf in the passenger seat tossing out chocolate bars.  A few skidded close to Oliver and he lurched to grab them with an excited scream. 

Each vehicle had its own music playing, and the next yellow backhoe with a santa in the bucket and adorned with snowflake lights was blaring Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee.  They threw some lollipops out, and this time you rushed to snatch a few for Ollie so that he wouldn’t have to go too far out into the street.

You were distracted watching the mammoth equipment vehicle pass when you heard Oliver screech and point, “Daddy!”

Your head snapped and there was Eddie’s tow truck, blinking with what seemed like a billion white twinkle lights with a pine wreath on the grill, and a person hanging off the side of the truck dressed as…a goat? Or was it Father Time?

Oliver recognized Steve immediately, and when he spotted his son, he jumped down from the step up to the cab with a sack of candy in his hand and came jogging over.  As he got closer, you tried to make out his costume, but came up with nothing.  He was wearing his typical biker attire with his Coffin Kings leather cut on over a hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, but the faux beard he had on was long and thin down to his belly button, and it was gray, not white.  He wore sunglasses and a black fedora.

He ran to give Ollie the bag of candy while the tow truck rolled by at a snail pace.  

“Are you Biker Santa?” You asked, sneaking a look at the sexy Santa in a red hat behind the steering wheel of the tow who was waving to get your attention.  You blew Eddie a kiss and he made the gesture of catching it in the air.  

Steve held his arms out as he trotted backwards to get back on his ride.  “I’m one of the guys from ZZ Top!” He shouted, as if it should’ve been obvious.

You shared a look with Robin.  “Don’t ask,” she mumbled.  

They were towing a wrecked car behind them with what appeared to be four reindeer holding cans of beer, each hanging out a window.  The song Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer played cheekily from speakers that were mounted on the lift.  

All three of you cheered and screamed for the rest of the show, and by the time two clowns in tiny toy trucks brought up the rear, you felt a warm body press up against your backside and you tilted your head back into the squish of a white, fluffy beard.

“Ho ho ho,” Eddie whispered against the shell of your ear making your body tingle from the warmth of his breath.  “I hear you’re the naughtiest girl in town.”

He stepped away and tapped Ollie on the shoulder, taking on a deep, jolly voice.  “And who is this good little boy?”

Oliver had the white stem of a sucker sticking out of his mouth when he turned.  “Oh hi Uncle Eddie,” he managed, sucking back purple saliva.

Eddie straightened to full height, his eyes falling on Robin with a blink of sadness, but she only shrugged.  “He’s getting wise to the world, what can I say?”

You turned to melt into your boyfriend’s chest, feeling the bit of padding he had on his belly under the soft faux fur accents of his red velvet coat.  There was a little jingle bell on the end of his Santa hat, and you flicked it with your finger.  You pushed him back through the crowd, off to the sidewalk and into the shadows, making him back up as you went.

“So,” you made sure no one was around before you slid your hand between his legs.  “Is this the official Yule Log, or are you just happy to see me?”

You could barely find his mouth under the synthetic mustache, and then you giggled and sputtered on a stiff Santa hair.  

He yanked the beard down with a tug of his fist, stretching the elastic band that held it in place,  so that it was under his chin and pulled you in again, returning your kiss so deep that a small groan escaped you.  

“You wanna get out of here?” he said in a rush, and then he nudged your nose with his.  “Come sit in my sleigh with me?”

Steve was reunited with his family by then, with Oliver up on his shoulders, and you checked to see the three of them head off in the opposite direction, possibly to Robin’s car.  You were all planning to meet back up at their place to make cookies in an hour, so you had a window of time.

Back in the cab of the  tow truck that was parked down the street, Eddie pulled the pillow stuffing out from under his coat and flipped the heat on high, but it almost wasn’t needed because the makeout session that ensued made the windows fog up.  You took his hat and beard off and tossed them on the dash so that you could finally have your hands around that face that you loved so much, squirming to get closer to him.  He had his hair tied up in the back and you released the band so that his locks fell around his shoulders.  

“If I’d known this would get you going baby, I would’ve put the beard on earlier,” he huffed.

You flicked your tongue out to tease him a few times.  “I need you inside of me, Santa.  No one will know, it will be our secret,” and you were just about to kick your leg over to straddle his lap when you both realized that there were people walking right next to the vehicle on the sidewalk.  

“Let’s get out of here, Mistress,” Eddie kissed your cheek.  “Take this back to the garage, finish what we started.”

You sat back, giving him a raised brow as he shifted the monster vehicle into gear.  “Oh, you think I’m just going to give it up when and wherever you want?”

“I think you’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” he said over his shoulder, watching for traffic before pulling into the street.  “I’m Santa.”

—-----

You sat right next to him the whole way there, like lovers do, with his hand on your thigh.  He still had the wrecked car with the beer-guzzling reindeer statues inside, so he was careful on the turns, while festive bystanders honked and waved.

At the Munson Garage compound, Eddie thought he would unhook the wrecked car from the crane, but there wasn’t time for that—he could feel your arousal dampening your jeans.  Parking in the furthest garage would have to do.  

“Get over here, naughty girl,” he licked his lips and opened his Santa jacket to reveal two black suspenders over a white t-shirt, and then he undid the suspenders to move his hand down to fist himself.

Your boots were off and your jeans at your knees when the sight of the tip of his glistening pink tip freed from his wholesome attire made you pause to touch yourself, putting your back against the opposite door with your legs spread so he could watch.

It was dim in the roomy cab of the truck, but Eddie could still see the wet spot on your red underwear where you worked your fingers and he bit out a curse.

“You heard me,” his tone was stern.  “I said get that beautiful ass over here and sit on Santa’s cock.”  

You didn’t bother taking your underwear off as you kicked your jeans away and scrambled over, giggling when he pushed his red pants down a bit more to show the mistletoe print on his boxers.  Your head hit the roof of the cab, but then you were finally squatting in his lap, teeth hitting as you fumbled into position.

He was quick to reach down between the two of you and move your panties to the side so that he could rub his knuckle up and down your slippery clit.

He puffed out a chest full of air.  “Goddamn was it the beard or the whole thing?”

“Just you,” you lifted up, pushing his hair back to cup your hands on either side of his throat.  “I’ve been aching for you all night, Santa. Waiting for you to come down my chimney.”

Eddie shivered, reaching to line his tip up with you. “Why is this so hot, holy shit,” he chuckled softly.

But then he was inside of you, and you sank down an inch with a cry, arousal dripping down his length.

His mouth pressed into the side of yours. “Did you miss me all year? You want to be a bad girl for me now?”

“That’s why you come to my house, isn’t it Santa?” You gasped.  “Because you want to fuck me? I’m your favorite.”

Eddie hissed and threw his head back as you bottomed out.  You could feel the faux fur from the top of his pants ticking your taint.  “You know I always come back for you, because you take me so good, fuck—-” 

You rocked your hips, squeezing that important muscle as you went.  “Better than Mrs. Claus?”

Eddie gripped your ass and pulled your cheeks apart with his strong, calloused fingers, thrusting up to meet  you, smacking against your wetness.  “Better than anyone, fuck.  I dream about this all year.  Landing my sleigh in Hawkins so I can bury myself in your tight, wet cunt.”

You were both breathing heavy, sweat trickling down your necks, while a few snow flurries danced into the garage. 

You reached a hand down to work two fingers at your clit.  Every word you said was against his lips:  “I want some cream with my cookies, please Santa.”

“Yeah?” Eddie huffed, rolling his hips in his seat so that you could feel every inch of his cock, making you whine a string of obscenities.  “What else do you want, huh? You want me to fill you up all night, so my cream drips out of you on Christmas day?”

He spanked your asscheek with a thwack and you arched back.  “Yes Santa, please, ruin me so I only fuck myself to thoughts of you.”

“I’m about to cum,” Eddie breathed, and your mouths met in a frenzy of tongues and moans. He could feel you throb around him.  

“So soon, Santa?” You teased.

“Shhhhh,” he took hold of your throat and planted his booted feet to thrust up into, taking you for a ride.  

You put your forehead to his and bounced a few more times, and then you froze, mouth open in a silent scream as the wave began to crash.

“That’s my baby,” he held you in that position and continued to buck up to bury himself inside over and over.  “Cum for Santa, let me feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you exploded around him, whimpering and twitching. 

The back of your heel kicked up and accidentally flipped a switch on the dash, making all of the Christmas lights on the truck blaze on, and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer blared from the speakers.  

You clung to Eddie while he came, shuddering at how good it felt but also

In a few seconds, you were both grinning, shoulders bobbing with laughter as the song seemed to herald in your mutual releases.

The windows of the cab were completely fogged up, and between that and the music, neither of you heard anyone enter the garage until there was a bang on the driver’s side door.  

“What the—?” Eddie scowled, and you were already scampering off of him, snatching clothing from the floorboard to cover yourself.

Eddie tucked himself back into the huge wet spot on his pants and wiped condensation off of the glass so that he could see who it was.  He was about to be angry, thinking it was one of the other mechanics about to give him shit or try to get a peek at you

but it was Steve.

The truck was lifted and the windows up too high for him to see in, but still Eddie checked to make sure you were decent before he rolled the window down.  He leaned over to switch off the lights and the music.  You gave a nod as you wrapped your coat around your waist.  

“Hey,” Eddie wiped some hair out of his face, trying to act casual.  “What up? Everything okay?”

Steve had his long beard in his hand, hugging himself, shivering against the cold, with the fedora pulled snug to his ears.  “Did you forget you were going to give me a ride?  I just walked halfway across town. Slipped and fell on the fucking ice twice.”

Eddie dropped his forehead to his fist.  “Shit sorry man I—-why didn’t you go with Robin?”

“Because I told her I was riding back with you to unhook the rig,” Steve sounded annoyed, teeth chattering, and you didn’t blame him, but still you stifled a giggle into your arm. 

“Tried to call Astrid from a payphone, and she’s not answering, so now I’ve got blisters from these stupid elf boots that Robbie made me buy.”

Eddie pulled his lips in over his teeth to contain his amusement.

“It’s not funny, dude,” Steve said, but then he caught a glimpse of you in the cab and you gave an apologetic grimace.  “Oh okay, I get it. Forgiven. But can we get this shit over with so we can get out of here? Robin doesn’t know how to work an oven and she’ll probably burn the place down before we get there.”

Eddie stretched across the cab to kiss you.  “Stay in here, keep warm.  I’ll put the Chevelle around when we’re done.”

“Go help your ZZ Top elf, Kris Kringle,” you shoved him playfully, but then he held his face there and hummed until you kissed him again.

You pulled your jeans up, eager to keep Santa’s gift from spilling out.  

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[munsonology]

Praise Him

A biker!eddie and nun!reader blurb

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: fem!reader, religious kink, blasphemy, degradation, humiliation, filth

Summary: an encounter between nun!reader and her biker lover…or is he?

My second contribution to @oneforthemunny’s summertime writing game and my first official post for Smuterday!

Enjoy whores!

Biker!eddie lifting nun!reader’s habit in the confessional.

“Say it!” Eddie groans into her neck. He licks a hot wet path from her throat to her ear, nipping her lobe.

“Forgive me God for I have sinned!”

Eddie’s fingers work magic between her thighs. She’s so wet he knows whatever man upstairs can hear the cream running down her legs.

“Does the power of Christ compel you?” Three of Eddie’s fingers wreak havoc on her gspot.

“No! Never,” she pleads. She opens her eyes, vision clouded in white hot pleasure to see her mysterious lover’s eyes.

Pure black.

“Who do you praise?!” Eddie’s voice is deep and gravely.

She bursts around his hand, “Satan!” She cries, gripping his wrist as if it could slow him down. His ears perk hearing her cum drip on the floor. He slides his hand out her sloppy cunt and grips her cheek. Her puffy lips pucker like a blow fish.

“Now clean it up.”

“But—”

Eddie puts a finger to her lips. “Shhh, we wouldn’t want Father to hear now would we.”

She lowers to her knees. Her tongue salivates seeing the puddle, her own desires come to fruition.

Her hot tongue licks the floor, tasting the cold cobbled stones and her own cream. Above her Eddie unbuckles his belt. He takes out his hard cock and jerks it.

She runs her tongue up from the floor, to his boot, to the damp black denim of his jeans until she finally reaches the head of cock.

“Every drop,” Eddie reminds her.

She nods eagerly and takes him into her mouth. He tickles the back of her throat. She breathes in the scent of him, running her finger nails through the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

Eddie’s fingers tangle around in her hair. He pulls her head back. “Now, show your God who you really praise.”

[chevelle724]

@bettyfrommars here’s Stevie-poo. He’s just missing his multiple tattoos 😁

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok of an old home video. In the video, he’s twenty-one, messy haired, laying on his side in bed facing the camera, and he looks like shit. His eyes are glassy, his nose is rubbed red, and his voice is thick the way it always is when he’s sick.

“This is a message for future Eddie,” Eddie tells the camera. “If you decide to spend the rest of your life with a man that spends all his free time babysitting - and I know you, you do want to spend your life with him - get used to catching every virus in town.”

In the video, Steve pops up behind Eddie and wraps himself around him, looking just as sick. His eyes never open as he cuddles closer, resting his head in the curve of Eddie’s neck and his hand on his chest over his heart. Steve sounds like he’s already falling back to sleep when he asks, “Who’re you talking to?”

Eddie looks into the camera like, “Myself.”

“Say hi for me.”

[tiringwritings]

BIKER BUCK IS SO HOT!!