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deep brown eyes flicker to you. eddie’s face is blank, trying to figure out how to tell you’ve milked him dry already. “but i’ve already…” you’re looking at him with eager eyes and he can’t bear to tell you no. he presses his lips shut and inclines his head at an angle, chest heaving from exertion. “alright, okay. have at it. fair warning though! i don’t think you’re getting anything else out of it.”

you smile sweetly at him. “that’s okay. seeing you like this- it’s more than enough. it gets me so wet.”

you feel his cock twitch in excitement. “yeah? put it on me, let me feel you. it’s been way too long.”

you ignore him in favor of letting your fingers graze his length and his entire body trembles from oversensitivity. he warbles out a nervous laugh when you accumulate the load he spurted out earlier and lather the tip of his cock in swift, twisting strokes — not one of his brightest ideas, he’ll admit. you’re going to ruin him.

“i don’t- i don’t,” he gasps, trails off. doesn’t understand how he can want this much. not when he’s already came. his hesitation has you pausing and he panics, fucks himself into your fist. stops when he realizes that he can’t do it himself. “fuck! c’mon, sweetheart, you w-wouldn’t leave me like this, would you?”

you would. another time, perhaps. instead, you offer another cloying smile. “‘course not, eddie. i would never.”

You guys are just tossing all my favorite things into my inbox, and I love it. Since I already have a fic request for a breeding kink, I'll make this a short little blurb about Eddie and Breeding. I hope that is okay.

Cause let's face it, Eddie lives for cumming inside you. And I apparently live for writing about Eddie breeding you when I wake up in the afternoon.

Eddie was never really the breeding type. He had always been the one to pull out and finish on your tits or stomach, maybe even your face. He'd even sometimes wrap it up if he had the condoms on hand. But then he started dating you. Eddie always knew you were a little bit of a freak, but he didn't know you were that kind of a freak until you asked him to cum inside you.

At first (or the first few times) Eddie wouldn't do it. The idea of possibly getting you pregnant scared the shit out of him. But there was this moment where sex was really heated and spontaneous and you begged for him to cum inside you, you begged for him to breed you. It was the sound of you begging, and actually using the words "breed me, baby, please!" that caused him to press himself deeply into you and release with a very deep loud groan. He never thought he would get so turned on by that word, and yet here he was, in a little bit of shock with himself.

He holds himself inside you, feeling his cum leaking out around his cock and he actually shivers from how good it feels. He lifts your hips up a bit as he slowly pulls out of you to watch the mess slowly seep out from between your lower lips and he realizes that he loves this site.

"Fuck babe." He mutters. "Can we do it again?"

Ever since that moment of being spontaneous, Eddie never passes up a chance to release his finish inside of you, especially when you beg for it. He thrives off that begging. He loves the feeling of pressing deeply into you and lifting your hips up against him just right as he cums.

eddie is 100% taking polaroid pics of you after sex. he’s so dedicated there’s literally a photo album of just you two after sex

pussy freshly shaven, he’s taking a pick

hairy pussy, he taking a pick

there’s pictures of him just sitting inside you, tip only. photos of his cum on your chest, ass, stomach, back, cream pie. homeboy doesn’t CARE

he’s willing to TRAVEL just to get more film.

photos of your fucked out face, body slumped against the headboard. photos of his length in your mouth, looking at him through your lashes.

literal selfies of you two together, worn out, sweaty and tired, but this boy still has the strength to take a picture.

pictures of you shirtless, with nothing on but a pair of baby pink undies he bought you. literally modeling for him, “turn your hips more to the right for me, sweetheart.”

snapping moments of the way his tip slaps on the flatness of your tongue, the photos coming out blurry due to his shakiness.

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this is kind of just what I do, and cuz im bored :)) only @ once. and I am looking out for 18plus & 16plus accounts. im writing 18plus like this bc i have it blocked and i don’t want it to get tagged/filtered as 18plus & 16plus when it really doesn’t contain those specifics.

you can also click on the tag that i use for stranger things ‘garfields.strangerthings’ at the end of this post :DD

also nobody on this list or anybody in the world is responsible for your media conception except yourself.

eddies fingies. eddies rings. hh- l- he-

i think eddie has ADHD, just his erratic mannerisms and other things but BESIDES THE POINT his rings are a big part of that bc he can never keep his hands still. they're always tapping, and he's always twisting his rings around on his fingers idly. its one of the first things you noticed about him, his hands and how he was always moving them, how he always had them covered in rings for style yes, but also because they help. so you could say they're important to him, these rings. maybe some even have sentimental value.

either way, when you start dating its something you become more aware of, something almost obsessed with. as much as he twists his rings around, you're just as often playing with his fingers, pulling his hand into your lap, sliding his rings up and down the length of his fingers. stacking them all on one finger and then distributing them back to where he had them. you like how they feel. how the metal is warm from being on his skin for so long, sliding across your bare thigh when you settle on his lap, brushing against your cheek when he cups the back of your neck, against your scalp when hes brushing your hair.

the first time eddie goes down on you, he does something so shockingly intimate you could almost cry. when he sinks to his knees and you feel that familiar brush of metal against your skin as he pushes the fabric of your skirt up, he pauses.

taking one of your hands he slides his rings off his own fingers and carefully slides them onto yours instead, all on the same fingers he uses for them, until the flashy jewelry is decorating your hands and he smiles at you and kisses your palm and tells you, "keep those on for me? need my fingers free if you want me here-" and you feel one of his hands glide under your skirt and finger the edge of your panties "- you want me to touch you here, yeah?"

you nod shakily, curling your hands into fists at your sides and feeling the metal of his rings bite into your palm. it feels good. having this part of him on you while another part of him is about to go inside you.