#rebelfell🪽

[urhoneycombwitch]

Hey…how is 90s Eddie doing? He’s been on my brain 🤤

yanno last I checked on him he was smoking indoors in the back room of my brain and setting off the fire detector. I asked him to quit and he flipped me off, slammed the door, and turned Alanis Morissette on really loud 🙄🙄

[urhoneycombwitch]

Tell me this is not all of us with Eddie at a ren faire like…..

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8xNVK2pRgB/?igsh=MWJkdXRkNngxYjB2Yw==

(Link) intoxicated at the Ren Faire is sooooo Eddie coded fr!!! you know that boy is passing joints out like candy to knights and fair maidens and trolls 🙏

[urhoneycombwitch]

Ur literally the funniest person I’ve never met, don’t you DARE listen to that uterine-induced bad brain talk 🫵🏻

🥺

thank u my Angel. my phone always wants to capitalize that pet name. I’ll allow it because it fits the Sarah/rebelfell theme 😇🪽👼☁️

[urhoneycombwitch]

U killed me three times with roommate Eddie in one blurb how tf did you do that!!! 😵

what can I say I love him a lot

[urhoneycombwitch]

#17 from that prompt list about seeing the marks left on their partner and getting turned on has got me all kinds of 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 It feels roommate-eddie coded 👀 especially if they have their no-marks rule, but he just kinda loses control one night.

Then we torture him, walking around showing it off, telling him he can’t touch until he learns some self-control…okay, I’m gonna see myself out…

(most assuredly not @rebelfell sending two asks in a row)

foreword: Sarah I’m being so fr how are you literally in my brain… I had a blurb on this very topic set on the back burner bc I couldn’t find a place for it so here it is spruced up!!! (prompt 17 from this list)

cw: Reader has breasts, visible marks, no skin tone/color mentioned, a wee bit of choking kink, not full smut but mdni as always. oh yeah and biting 😈

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You can feel the weight of Eddie’s eyes on your form, even as you pretend to be oblivious, leaning into the reflection of the standing mirror in the corner of his bedroom.

A few swipes of your pointer finger and your lipgloss is perfect; with a smack of your lips, you straighten up again, tugging the hem of your tee down to meet the band of your jeans. “Almost ready?”

The friendly smile you turn to give Eddie is met with a glower, his dark brows slanted, a death-grip on both knees where he sits simmering on his bed.

“Did you come in here solely to torture me, or do you have other plans up your vixen sleeves?”

Briefly, your eyes flick to the ceiling as you turn back to your reflection, fussing with your hair to keep your hands busy. “Only plan I got is attending our beloved friend’s barbecue. Which we should’ve left for, like, five minutes ago.”

Eddie huffs. In response, you sigh, landing just-left of condescending. “Not my fault you want to fuck me regardless of what I’m wearing. It’s jeans and a t-shirt, Eddie, I’m basically fit for a nunnery-”

There’s a whoosh of spiced air that wafts over first, chills cascading down your spine made worse as Eddie moves in. His left hand lands on your hip, rooting you to the carpet, while the other tracks up, skirting between the valley of your clothed breasts, your collarbone, your neck…

He takes your chin between thumb and forefinger, silver rings biting cold against your skin as your neck goes lax, baring a long, tantalizing stretch of it as Eddie tilts your face up and to the side.

His lips press to the sweet spot behind your ear, then follows the slope of your neck down, stopping at your shirt’s collar that hides the rest of your skin. From your hip, his hand lifts to pull the fabric aside, revealing a scattered canvas of suck marks and teeth imprints that grace the top of your shoulder.

“You really gonna show up with these? Make all our friends wonder who’s been marking you up?”

Eddie’s voice is low, but you’d be a fool to mistake it for softness.

Another shiver licks along the length of your body, and this time Eddie feels it; he presses in closer, hand sliding from your chin to hold just under your jaw as he meets your fluttering eyes in the mirror.

“What’re you gonna say, hm? If Robin asks where they came from? If Steve makes a jock-y comment? If you get teased?”

It’s not like you haven’t been in this situation before- attending events with mutual friends, having to act like your roommate hasn’t been the one checking all your boxes, making up excuses for being late or looking like someone had been using your body as their personal chew toy.

You’ve always made excuses- pretty seamless ones, if anyone’s counting. You don’t even try to squirm away when you respond, swallowing around the light pressure at your throat- “I’ll tell them what I always do. Blind date hookup, one night stand, my dentist’s cousin’s friend that I’ll never see again-”

Eddie bites into the soft flesh of your upper shoulder, hard, free arm wrapping around your midsection like a seatbelt while his other elbow digs into your chest, hand still wrapped around the column of your throat.

The air leaves your lungs in a rush, white-hot adrenaline surging with the sting of the bite, body stiffening against the restraints of Eddie’s arms as you grit out, “Asshole!”

It sounds too whiny and pleasure-soaked to cause any real alarm, Eddie grinning into the curve of your skin (bastard) before tsking, kissing over the thumping mark in partial apology. “Mm. I think you like it. I think you get off on parading our little secret around the poor folks who don’t know any better-”

“As if you don’t.” Eddie may be the one doing most of the biting but you’ve got the bark to match, glaring furiously at the reflection of his maddeningly-cool black-caramel gaze, even as the pressure on your windpipe increases with a minute flex of his palm.

“Yeah. Y’got me there, princess.” His eyes flit across your exposed skin, like he’s trying to memorize all the shades and colors of you combined with the wreckage of his handiwork. “Maybe you should cover up some more. So it’s just you ‘n me who knows what’s under here.”

The cotton collar snaps back into place, covering almost all the evidence (save for the tail end of a day-old scraped hickey). Eddie releases your jaw and takes a step back, the warmth leaving your body all at once, frozen where you stand until sense returns.

You clear your throat before speaking, irritation prickling as you set to fixing your hair again from where Eddie’s interruption had stalled. “Whatever. Fine. But I’m only changing because it’s gonna be cold later, and a long sleeve will be better- not because you told me to.”

“Fine.” Eddie adopts a neutral tone as he settles back onto the mattress with a bounce, tugging absently at the inseam of his dark jeans to relieve some of the mounting tightness. “Have it your way.”

“I will,” you snap back, turning from the mirror on a socked heel, pointing an accusatory finger at the boy on the bed. “And you better have your boots on by the time I’m changed.”

With that, you flounce from Eddie’s room in search of a more conservative neckline, while Eddie pouts and pretends to have the will to disobey you for all of five seconds.

And then he’s up, trudging to the bureau reluctantly to source a pair of socks while scheming for the perfect excuse to take you both on the extra-long route to the barbecue.

[urhoneycombwitch]

Coming in to ask for something dirty…absolutely filthy…downright foul…

I wanna see roommate!eddie doing our laundry

so here’s the thing you wait until you run out of pants.

and then u come sauntering into his doorway in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties. pouting and saying you don’t know how to do the settings on the washer 🥺🥺 just soooo helpless w a big basket of laundry in your arms.

and Eddie leaps up like he’s a maid service caught slacking. carries the basket down the hall for you with biceps bulging out of his cut-off tank. black jeans slung low on his hips. like a SLUT.

he sets the washer and grumbles the whole time but lets you sit on the washer, bare thighs sticking to the cold metal. he parts your legs, stepping into the V of them, leaning his palms on either side of your hips so he can nip at your neck.

you’ve got your fingers buried in his hair and rut against him as the wash cycle starts 😵‍💫 (lucky for u it’s old and takes 45 minutes!!)

[urhoneycombwitch]

ur tags on the shaved head fic are so real

imagine muscle memory kicks in when he's eating you out or something and instead of latching onto his curls you just end up smacking his bald head

then y'all just gotta look at each other like 😦😐

SCREAM.

@rebelfell ‘s shaved head fic lives on 😎🤘

[urhoneycombwitch]

https://www.instagram.com/p/C7W9DJMpiRd/?igsh=ODlmenRrOGt5MXRm

Feels fortuitous since we were just talking about cowboy eddie and his hat… 👀

FORTUITOUS INDEED

[urhoneycombwitch]

Eddie + sunscreen =

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8m_YihNxMN/?igsh=NjFkbjB3eWE4ZWN5

(Link) EXACTLY. U get it. I cackled

[urhoneycombwitch]

OBVIOUS CHILD IS SOOOOO GOOOOOD 😭😭

YOU GET IT. I’m begging y’all to watch it give it a chance it’s crazy good

[urhoneycombwitch]

I need for you to do the “tell me what color I am” post so I can tell you you’re the most lovely spring green, like sunshine hitting forest floor

u have nooooooo idea how heartfully this hit me Sarah oh my god. I think this is exactly what my soul looks like how did you KNOW??? I want to go to there 😟🤩🤩 thank you my angel this is lovely and so beautiful 🥹💖💖

[urhoneycombwitch]

Jsyk, I have ur request 🤭 I’m making myself giggle so muchhh

okay well we r twinning bc I also have YOUR request from the bratty smut prompts the other day and I will soon be giggling in my own google docs 💖🥰🫶🫶

[urhoneycombwitch]

I got scared I missed it!

Happy Birthday, my sweet sweet Lu Lu Kachoo ♥️ May you be forever young

thank u so much my sweet Sarah 💖💖💖

[urhoneycombwitch]

https://www.tumblr.com/crumbargento/741956913073438720/touch-me-anthony-spinelli-1971-usa

Me and husky!neighbor!eddie WHEN????

I JUST FULL BLUE SCREENED. NO THOUGHTS ONLY HUSKY!NEIGHBOR!EDDIE AND KISSING DOWN HIS HAPPY TRAIL. Unreal. This is so sick why would you send this to me (THANK YOU)