#𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐓: 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

[munsontm]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

bold   —   always  applies   ( most of the time ),  italic   —   sometimes  applies,  strike  —  never  applies  /  hard  limit

—    INCLINATION    /   HABITS

is  submissive  | is  dominant  |  prefers  to  top  |  prefers  to  bottom  | likes  to  switch  |  identifies  as  heterosexual  |  identifies  as  homosexual  | identifies  as  bisexual  |  identifies  as  pansexual  |  identifies  as  demisexual  |  identifies  as  asexual  |  enjoys  sex  with  men  | enjoys  sex  with  women |  enjoys  sex  with  any  sex  /  gender  |  enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  once  |  initiates   |  waits  for  partner  to  initiate |  spits  |  swallows  |  prefers  sex  in  the  morning  |  prefers  sex  at  night  |  will  have  sex  anytime  |  no  sex  drive  |  low  sex  drive  |  average  sex  drive  | high  sex  drive |  hypersexual  |  fluctuating  sex  drive

—   BODY   /    APPEARANCE

small  build  |  medium  build  | athletic  build |  muscular  build  |  curvy  build  |  voluptuous  build  | wears  boxers |  wears  briefs  |  wears  lingerie  |  goes  ‘ commando ’ | shaves / waxes  |  manscapes  |  doesn’t  shave / wax  | cup  size  a – c   | cup  size  d – f |  1 – 5"  in  length  | 6 – 9″  in  length |  10”  or  over  in  length

—   SOUNDS

is  silent / makes  little  to  no  sounds |  is  very  quiet  | is  very  loud  | grows  in  volume  over  time  | bites hand / partner / pillow  to  muffle  themselves | calls  out  partner’s  name  |  curses  |  growls  |  fakes / exaggerates |  prefers  a  quiet  partner  | prefers  a  loud / appropriately  vocal  partner |  prefers  a  responsive  partner  | is  turned  on  by  dirty  talk |  is  turned  off  by  dirty  talk

—    TURN  ONS    /    KINKS

having  their  hands  pinned |  pinning  their  partner’s  hands  | having  their  hair  pulled  | pulling  their  partner’s  hair | being  watched  ( by  their  partner )  | being  watched  ( by  a  third  party ) |  watching their partner | receiving  oral | giving  oral |  calling  their  partner  ‘ daddy ’  ( this refers to harringtontm’s steve only in certain contexts )| being  called  ‘ daddy ’  | giving praise  |  receiving praise  |  biting / marking | being  bitten  /  marked | spanking  |  being  spanked | teasing | being teased | having  toys  used  on  them  |  using  toys  on  their  partner |   giving anal  |  receiving  anal  | choking |  being  choked | dirty  talk | being  tied  up | tying  their  partner  up  | being  worshiped |  worshiping  their  partner  |  humiliating  |  being  humiliated  |  degrading  |  being  degraded  | knife  play  | blood  play |  being  pegged | pegging  their  partner

—    PLACES

bedroom  |   shower  |   bath   |   pool   |   ocean  |   kitchen   |   home bathroom |   public bathroom   |   car  |   tent  |   alleyway |   field  |   forest  |   school  |   empty or abandoned building   |   library   |   rooftop  |   terrace  |   dressing room  |   elevator   |   parking lot  |   museum  |   cemetery  |   beach   |   closet   |   hospital  |

tagged.     stolen from @blueminke​​

tagging.    anyone who wants to !!

[munsontm]

The woods around the trailer park were always a great place to get lost in. Not literally lost, Eddie always knew where he was going through the trees, bushes, and old, beaten-down trails. But he liked to get lost in the sense that no one else could find him unless they knew the area as well as he did.

It wasn’t nearly as fun getting lost alone, though.

All his hideaways had been known to Gareth for years. They were his and Eddie’s secret bases of sorts, the sort of dumb shit that boys claimed as their spots to get away from the world and ignore their parents. One such place was a thicket of trees clumped together in an almost circle that you needed to squeeze between to access the space inside. They had beer, a bong, a small boom box, and utter stupidity bouncing between them. The latter hadn’t changed much since they were seven years old; only the topics of conversation turned more colourful.  “Dude, pussies don’t come in different sizes,” Eddie snorted, blowing bong smoke in his friend's face before passing it. “It’s not one size fits all.”

@gareththegreat​

[munsontm]

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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon / ACCEPTING / @solarsought

Until Eddie started dating Steve. He'd rarely ever been called a positive nickname. The first time Steve called him babygirl it took Eddie a hot minute to process. He didn't know whether to like it or not. But then when Steve coupled it with praise, Eddie began to see the appeal more. He was Steve's and he liked it a lot---especially when Steve moaned or whispeed it in his ear when they fuck. Calls him his good baby/babygirl and says he's doing so well. It turns Eddie into a mess.

[munsontm]

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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon / ACCEPTING / @chivalrites

When he's bottoming for dudes, Eddie enjoys having his hands pinned. It's even hotter if the dude does it while twining their fingers together. That'll make him melt and moan like nobodies business. He likes a lil sweetness with his kinks, absolutely.

[munsontm]

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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon / ACCEPTING / @harringtontm

As much as Eddie enjoys getting fucked by or fucking Steve. He equally enjoys watching Steve get himself off. Steve's a hot piece of ass from head to toe, and watching him masturbate, getting all flustered, maybe a little embarrassed before his natural confidence comes back to him. That's hot as hell. Eddie doesn't even touch himself. Just lays back and watches while encouraging Steve every so often or praising him.

Sometimes, just sometimes. When Steve is in his dom zone. Eddie likes to get spanked a lil as a treat. It's the brat in him. And I say a lil... do it until he's a shaky mess. 👉👈

Even though these two have a very colourful sex life. Eddie doesn't dislike vanilla style. There are days when he just wants it to be sweet and soft. Usually, first thing in the morning. All Steve needs to do is smile at him with his awful bedhead, and Eddie is wiggling closer and reaching for him. During those mornings, he likes to sit in Steve's lap, and just rock lazily with Steve inside of him. Alternatively, he likes to spoon Steve and do him like that, saying all the cute shit to him. 💖

[munsontm]

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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon / ACCEPTING / @kaplns

One of the weirdest sexual experiences Eddie ever had was with a barmaid from The Hideout. They were going at it very classily in a bathroom stall. It was going great, Eddie hadn't dropped her yet or come too quickly. But then out of nowhere the woman slapped him, and said she knew he'd like that. Wrong, he did not. And so....he decided to have a conversation with her about how kinks need to be negotiated beforehand.... while they were still doing it. Needless to say she was quite embarrassed, and neither of them actually climaxed.

[munsontm]

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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon / ACCEPTING / @blueminke

Eddie does enjoy the occasional outdoor frolic! Particularly in a car. That shit is hot in his humble opinion. Yeah, the lack of room can be awkward. But that's what laps are for, right? He likes to ride dick and get his dick ridden in cars. The thrill of maybe getting caught or leaving marks on the car is a YESSSSSS. If he starts getting flirty in ur car. He's up to something naughty.

[munsontm]

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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon / ACCEPTING / @slutgun

Unbeknownst to all but Corroded Coffin. Eddie had a brief fling with Tammie Thompson during the Autumn of 85. They met at a talent show in Indiana which neither of them won, and Eddie trying to comfort Tammie ended up with them hooking up. They went at it for a few months while Eddie subtly tried to help Tammie with her singing voice. She was particularly impressed by his oral skills, which pleased him greatly in turn.

Eddie is a very persistent man when it comes to making his girlies come. He's a people pleaser in bed, and won't even consider his own needs before getting his girl off. Although he favours eating pussy to do this, he is also very into fingering girls too while perhaps sucking on a boobie for added stimulation. And he hasn't failed in his mission yet. 😌

[munsontm]

SEXUAL PREFERENCES :     bold = always   /   italics = sometimes   /   strike = never

INCLINATIONS & HABITS.  is submissive. | is dominant. | prefers to top. | prefers to bottom. | likes to switch. | identifies as heterosexual. | identifies as homosexual. | identifies as bisexual. | identifies as pansexual. | identifies as demisexual. | identifies as asexual. | enjoys sex with men. | enjoys sex with women. | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time. | initiates. | waits for partner to initiate. | spits. | swallows. | prefers sex in the morning. | prefers sex at night. | prefers sex any time. | no sex drive. | low sex drive. | average sex drive. | high sex drive. | hypersexual

BODY / APPEARANCE.  small build. | medium build. | athletic build. | muscular build. | curvy build. | voluptuous build. | wears boxers. | wears lingerie. | wears briefs. | goes ‘commando’. | shaves / waxes. | doesn’t shave / wax. | cup size a-c.| cup size d-f. | 1-5" in length. | 6-9" in length. | 10" or over in length.

SOUNDS. is silent / makes little to no sounds. | is very quiet. | is very loud. | grows in volume over time. | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves. | calls out partner’s name. | curses. | fakes / exaggerates. | prefers a quiet partner. | prefers a loud partner. | is turned on by dirty talk. | is turned off by dirty talk.

TURN-ONS & KINKS.    having their hands pinned. | pinning their partner’s hands. | having their hair pulled. | pulling on their partner’s hair. | being watched ( by their partner ). | being watched ( by a third party ). | watching their partner. | receiving oral. | giving oral. | calling their partner ‘daddy’. (very specific context) | being called ‘daddy’. | giving praise. | receiving praise. | biting / marking. | being bitten / marked. | spanking. | being spanked. | teasing. | being teased. | having toys used on them. | using toys on their partner. | giving anal. | receiving anal. | choking. | being choked. | dirty talk. | being tied up. | tying their partner up. | being worshipped. | worshipping their partner. | humiliating. | being humiliated. | degrading. | being degraded. | knife play. | blood play. | being pegged. | pegging.

[munsontm]

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating / @ricklipton

Midnight was fast approaching when Eddie Munson rolled haphazardly through Rick's window, landing in a heap on the floor. Perhaps it might have been easier to use the spare key that he knew of hidden out in the woods, but that required effort that he couldn't be bothered to muster in the late hour. "Rick," he shouted loud enough that he'd be heard around the entire house. No answer. He searched about quickly only to make sure the other hadn't passed out somewhere, accidentally overdosed or something. Fortunately, there was no sign of that.

That didn't stop him from being mad, though. After all, Rick made the booty call to him, not the other way around, and he didn't take long to get over to Rick's place. Sighing, Eddie kicked his shoes off and went to raid the personal use stash for some weed. Okay, maybe he took a shower, did his hair, re-painted his nails, put on a little eyeliner, and then decided for far too long on what to wear for a meeting that'd be spent naked. Yeah, he put way too much effort into a goddamned booty call. Rick had probably gotten a call and ran off to meet a client.

He tossed his leather jacket onto the sofa and sat down, rolling himself a joint. Maybe Rick wouldn't be so entirely pissed when he got back that they couldn't still fuck. And sure, Rick was a good fuck. Not that Eddie knew much about it in the grand scheme of things since guy sex was still relatively new to him. But he liked being around the surly bastard too. It was fun pissing him off once in a while; Eddie hadn't meant to do that this time. Shit.

Anxiety gnawing at him, Eddie smoked the joint in record time to squash it down, but it made him restless and bored because this was not what he'd psyched himself up for. He was meant to be bent over the damned kitchen counter, or at least blowing Rick with that eagerness about him that Rick ate up. With those thoughts lingering, he found himself caught further between restlessness, boredom and with the addition of being horny. Eddie picked up a pillow, mushed his face into it and promptly screamed, ever the dramatic. Rick could be mad it he wanted, but he was getting laid.

Traipsing upstairs to the bedroom after tripping on at least two steps. His bad for not checking what he'd been smoking because the effects were more potent than usual, making Eddie a bit clumsier...than usual. He entered the room, stripping off his jeans, socks and underwear into a small trail behind him, and grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. A part of him felt surprised to notice that the bottle was still as he last saw it. So Rick wasn't fucking anyone else? Well, he supposed not any guys or anyone who liked anal. Eddie stared at it a while longer, pondering stupid things that maybe Rick really liked him. But he refused to dwell on it for too long so the night could continue.

Palm slicked, Eddie laid back in the middle of the bed, feet drawn up and planted solidly to ground himself. He pushed the Dio tee up to avoid getting juice on it and slowly began to work himself over. Nipples were pulled, his pierced one getting extra attention because it was so hot when Rick usually played with the bud. It didn't feel quite the same, not as intense, but at least it got him hard aside from the slippery hand sliding up and down, up and twist, thumb over the sensitive head just a little too hard, repeat. It took the edge off a little, alleviated his restlessness, yet he found that he couldn't come. "Fucking weed," Eddie half growled to himself. It was slowing everything down and made him work twice as hard for what should be easy results. Finally, it entered his head that he'd take it to the next level if his body meant to be so treacherous.

How awful, what a shame, oh no, whatever shall become of me? Musing to himself with a smirk while he poured more lube onto his hand, Eddie then scooted back against the pillows. Using his less-ringed hand, he pushed a finger inside himself, the hole sucking it in greedily. Before long, one finger became two, and two became three. Eddie shifted about, laying flat again, on his side and knees, spine bowed as he fucked himself relentlessly. Fuck he even tried riding them, which was most awkward of all. Still, nothing, and still achingly hard. He'd never regretted smoking a blunt until then.

Heels planted on the edge of the bed, Eddie went for it again out of desperation, fingers plunging in and out, the other hand jerking himself off slickly. He didn't even hear Rick enter the house nor hear him ascend the stairs. It wasn't until they were suddenly staring across the dimly lit bedroom at one another that he saw Rick watching him with mild surprise, and goddamn did Rick Lipton look like a saviour then.

Eddie sprung up into a sitting position, removing his fingers awkwardly, his eyes wide on Rick with a manic smile. "Dude, there you are. I can't freaking come. Swear it's been like five hours, and I can't get the angle right or something, or it's that weird dope of yours I smoked. Help me out?" Unashamedly, he made a jerking-off motion to the other man with his hand and used the spare to make a lewd gesture with his fingers, signalling precisely what he wanted. Then he suddenly remembered that they could do one better than a finger fuck with two of them. "...Or you could fuck me? Hell, I'll fuck you. Someone needs to fuck someone, you know?" Otherwise, he might start crying from the frustration alone.

[munsontm]

[  PULL  ] — last one from steve i swear

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair / @harringtontm

Eddie would spend days between Steve Harrington's thighs if the chance ever presented itself. They were strong, thick, warm, and spectacularly coloured by the sun that brought out crops of freckles all over. He liked to run his tongue tip over the brown spots, playing connect the dots with them until he had Steve squirming and gasping, non-too shyly asking him for more than a tease. But Eddie liked to tease so much. It was almost as good for him as the main event, reducing his partners to incoherent noise spliced with begging.

It felt especially rewarding to throw Steve off his game and make him fall apart, shed the cocky persona, and give slack to the control he usually held over himself. The guy could bark out orders and wail on monsters like a real champ. Honestly, Eddie found it incredibly hot when he did. But the problem with Steve Harrington was that he never put himself before anyone else, which forced Eddie to take it upon himself to do just that. It bugged him like no one's business to see the person he lov---was dating without a thought for his own pleasure. Eddie couldn't argue too much about it since he, too, was just as bad. Always wanting to please someone else in the bedroom other than himself. That's what he wanted for Steve, too, to take care of him in a way no other could.

"Steeeve," he said in a sing-song tone from his position on Steve's bedroom floor, knelt at the end of the bed, chin cushioned one of handsome bare thigh. Ringed fingers tapped idly on the others Nike's by his knees. He'd left the sneakers on...just the sneakers? A mistake, probably, but still weirdly hot nonetheless. Steve was flat-backed on the bed, an arm flung over his face, chest heaving. Good, that meant he'd be putty in his hands, easy to submit to the mind-blowing ecstasy Eddie intended on giving him. "Steve," he repeated, firmer the second time, lips curved into a spit shiny smirk. Almost instantly, Eddie was met with a wide gaze; pupils were blown wide enough to swallow the brown into black. Perfect. He beckoned the other closer with a curled finger, and Steve sat up comically quick, Eddie rising on his knees to meet him with a chuckle.

They kissed, chaste and sweet compared to the mauling of Steve's thighs that'd left him decorated like a Christmas tree with bite marks and hickeys. "Do you remember what we talked about, big boy?" Eddie hummed against Steve's lips, head cocked to one side. Steve thought for a second before nodding, and Eddie could've sworn those eyes somehow became darker, clouding over further with lust. "Good," a rewarding peck pressed to Steve's mouth, their gazes glued to one another. "But just to be clear one last time," because he knew just hearing it said out loud would make Steve needier than he already was. "You're gonna take that pretty prick of yours, stick it down my throat over and over until you come. Yeah?" Blunt, to the point. There was no point in mincing these things.

He could see the shiver run through Steve as he nodded, and a large hand slid into the long dark curls atop Eddie's head. "Good boy, you remembered that too," he praised, squeezing the thighs that bracketed his lither frame, earning himself a frustrated groan. "Pull hard. You know how I like it, handsome. And remember the tap-out signal." A second nod, a final kiss before Eddie sank back to get on with the job, with Steve watching him closely. He'd been down on plenty of guys, eaten his fair share of pussy. But he'd never given head to someone he lov---liked, loved, something. A faint redness coloured his cheeks. It wasn't as if people hadn't watched him in the past, and he actually liked it when they did. Yet, like with every aspect of his and Steve's relationship. It felt more intense, intertwined with those unspoken feelings, and how he wanted nothing more than to please Steve to an embarrassing degree, to hear from those hot lips how much he pleased Steve too. But that was a given with Steve; the guy always had praise on his tongue for Eddie.

A greedy tongue immediately swirled around the tip of Steve's dick, and he began to sink down without warning, sex over-filling his mouth. It had been no joke when he dubbed Steve Harrington a big boy and mastering the art of swallowing all of him had been a true labour of love. But it was worth it to have that hand tighten in his hair and hear Steve's symphony of moans and curses. It was as beautiful as the first time he heard Black Sabbath's Paranoia album. A fucking eye-opening, life-changing moment in his life. Just like when Steve changed his life when he walked into that boathouse.

Slender fingers decorated with chipped nail polish slid up to grasp Steve's hips, thumbs soothing over the shared scars. He gripped them tightly, holding the other in place while he manoeuvred to bottom out. It was kinda sweet how the other held back, and Eddie knew he was because of the tremble wracking Steve's body. Even with desperation on the horizon, Steve Harrington remained a gentleman until told otherwise.

Eddie started slow with shallow thrusts, sliding a quarter of the way up, then back down until he was buried against Steve's pelvis again. He let it build up from there to deeper, faster and harder, eventually relinquishing his hold on Steve, who wasted no time in pushing up into perfectly tight and wet heat, his hips lifting off the bed in a manic search for release. A hand anchored into messy curls like a vice grip; pulling them about to where the ecstasy peaked.

Eddie could hear the sob leaking into Steve's song, and if that didn't make it all the sweeter. That meant he was doing well, and Steve finally took a moment for himself. Goal accomplished. Hook line and sinker, baby.

Their eyes locked, Steve's beyond wrecked; he might as well have been on another planet, and Eddie's glassy, tears trickling down them from the pressure and exertion of being stuffed full. You feel so good, baby. Fucking perfect, so damned perfect, so good to me. Eddie moaned around Steve as he spoke, earning him a wicked yank on his hair that spurred him to go even faster, even harder. God, anything for Steve Fucking Harrington. The bastard that'd broken down his walls like they were made of tissue and made him fall in love.

The praise had spread all over him from head to toe in a wave of warmth. That was the moment he lived for. Hearing those words filled another kind of void in him, the one in his heart. Maybe he'd tell Steve afterwards, maybe not. Would Steve laugh at him? He didn't think so because Steve cared about him, which hit hard every time he remembered the truth of that. But right then, all that mattered to Eddie was delivering Steve that mind-blowing orgasm he promised him. The kind that solidified a guy's belief that he liked it when other guys sucked him off, and Eddie had always been nothing if not a convincing sort of fella regarding what he could do with his mouth alone, trouble and treat all wrapped up in one.

[munsontm]

“ you  look  so  sexy  dressed  up  like  that. “ — do i even have to say it

@harringtontm

When the build-up to Halloween rolled around, Eddie would start prepping his costume for the night at least two months in advance. He needed to draft the design, consider materials, buy the materials, and play around with the materials a bit before he began putting everything together. Most of the time, he went with something to shock and scare, or at least exceptionally well put together that people were in awe of his achievement and dedication to the one holiday worth giving a damn about. Okay, yeah, he liked Christmas too, but no one needed to know that or about his ugly Scream Christmas sweater either.

The costume he chose this year was a little niche, perhaps. It wasn’t based on any kind of media, just his demented wandering mind, and he meant for it to only shock and torment one person in particular rather than his entire circle of friends and associates. His boyfriend, Steve Harrington. The poor guy had no clue about what was in store for him. Eddie managed to keep his lips sealed about what he intended to dress up as for Halloween, convincing Steve to not pick a costume of his own like he usually did. All his man needed to do was show up at his place at 7PM on the 31st ready for Eddie to have his creative way with him. It didn’t take much convincing, a flash of Bambi's eyes, teeth digging into his bottom lip with a silent plead. Steve went down quicker than Eddie after a night of tequila. He loved that about Steve. Not that he was so easy. Fine, maybe a little bit. But that he was willing to go along with his crazy plans in the first place, all with a smile on his dreadfully handsome face. Really, the outfit was a gift for him, sort of. He’d just have to wait most of the night to get into it.

On Saturday the 31st of October at 6:55PM, Eddie tested the black garter strap, snapping it against his thigh with a pleased hum where it was hooked up to a long black sock studded with silver along the rims. Beneath the socks, he wore a pair of black fishnet tights that looked pretty damn good against the white of his thighs. Shaving his legs had been a pain, and he kinda regretted it, so he left the pits. The trail stayed because Steve had a thing about it, and it looked good peeking out over the rim of his black mini-skirt adorned with a couple of chains. If Eddie possessed a shred of shame, he’d be concerned that the hem didn’t make it far past the tops of his thighs, but he didn’t, so he didn’t care. If anything, the shortness made the skirt appeal to him more. He’d always been attracted to women in short skirts and dresses, women who wore what they wanted and didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought. It was hot (plus, it was easier to eat them out---among other things). He aspired to be one of them just for the night. The top half of his outfit had been trickier than the bottom. His fishnet undershirt didn’t want to cooperate, and he had to safely pin it into his panties. So, if he needed to pee at any point, which he would because they were going to a Halloween party where the buffet was alcohol, he’d have to push the panties aside awkwardly. But that was okay; making the look appear seamless was worth it. The overtop had been in his wardrobe since he was a teenager. Eddie outgrew it years ago, which made it perfect for cutting down into a long-sleeved crop top, the Black Sabbath logo emblazoned across his chest tightly, but not so tight that it didn’t look good. It was a snug fit. Perfect. To top everything off. Eddie had tried a couple of times to wear heels and almost took out his eye when tumbling over in them for the seventh time. Those were a total no-go. He settled for some flat black combat boots instead and thought they looked cute when he twirled in front of the full-length mirror. Then he cackled privately, imagining the range of expressions that might appear on his boyfriend’s face when he saw it. Either way, it was going to be a look to remember. “Oh, Eddie. You devil, you.” He spoke to the mirror image, grinning savagely.

It was a no-brainer to wear his hair up in a high ponytail. Like, how much more girly could you get apart from pigtails? And pigtails weren’t sexy in the slightest. He’d gotten a couple of hair extensions to make his hair look longer while up and pulled some longer curls at the front, so they framed his face pleasantly beside his usual bangs. Everything was topped off with the eyeliner Eddie always wore. Still, he’d added some new things just for the holiday, just for Steve, some mascara, a bit of eyeshadow, not too much because he didn’t want freaking panda eyes, and a lip gloss with an alluring red tint topped off with a spritz of some girly perfume; It smelled vanillery. Honestly, Eddie thought he was kind of a knockout as a chick. The panties weren’t the epitome of comfort, but he could deal with that.

Dark eyes looked over his masterpiece appreciatively one last time before the fated knock at his front door rang throughout the small apartment. Eddie took a deep breath and made his way to let Steve in. He wasn’t nervous about whether his boyfriend would like it; he knew Steve would be into it. But he wanted him to enjoy the outfit, too, not just for the sexual implications or the amount of skin on show. It was months of work, after all.

When he opened the door greeted by a sight that never failed to make his heart thunder like Thor’s hammer. He leaned against it, twirling a piece of hair around his finger, speaking with a sweet and feminine voice. “Hi, Stevie.” Nope. Nope. He hated that immediately and burst into laughter. “Shit, that was terrible, babe; Lemme try again?” Eddie slammed his front door, though not before catching the look of desire in Steve’s eyes. “Hook, line and sinker, baby,” he mumbled giddily before opening the door again, his side pressed to the wall instead. “Hey, big boy---fuck.” The decorated eyes rolled, and Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. “I sound awful as a girl, right?” He huffed, receiving no answer from Steve, who had taken to staring at him from head to toe, embracing every tiny detail he could. It had a better effect than Eddie maybe expected. He intended to run full speed with it for as long as possible.

“C’mon, gorgeous. Get that dump truck in here and into your costume.” With a devilish smirk in place. He reached for Steve’s hand and pulled him into the apartment, shutting the door behind them. The hazel eyes followed him down the hallway. Eddie could feel them all over him as he tugged Steve along, objectifying him, and he found that he liked every second of it. When they reached his bedroom, Steve’s hand wriggled out of his, and both fell on Eddie’s hips to bring him closer until they were pressed together. “Steve…” He warned, the words falling on deaf ears when Steve started to kiss his neck, inhaling his perfume with a moan. The kisses trailed up to his ear, where Steve whispered how sexy he looked, how cute his outfit was (that made him beam), and how bad he wanted him there and then. Already, Eddie could hear the plead in his voice, feel it pressed to the swell of his rear and rapidly thickening out. It took all of his will to say no when one of Steve’s hands ran up the smooth planes of his flat stomach, under the top, squeezing a perky nipple hard, just how Eddie liked it. “Jesus, Steve.” He laughed, sliding out of the other man’s hands with red cheeks, leaving him looking like a kicked puppy. “Sorry, babe. You’re not allowed to ruin this,” he gestured to himself. “Until after the party.”

The kicked puppy expression soon melted into an ‘are you kidding me?’ protest. Steve looked positively mortified, and Eddie was back in control. “Fraid not. No sexy time.” He left his boyfriend with a cheek peck, trying not to smile at the agape mouth. But as he crossed the room to grab Steve’s very metalesque rock star outfit, something caught his gaze, something he’d forgotten about. His deviant little brain couldn’t resist. Eddie scooped the black leather collar adorned with a heart-shaped lock in his hand and gestured Steve over to the bed. It was way too endearing the amount of speed that man moved to the bed and started undoing his jeans when he thought Eddie had changed his mind and he was about to get laid.

Sighing lovingly, doe brown eyes full of fondness, he yanked Steve to the edge of the bed by his half-disposed jeans, desperately trying to ignore how hard Steve was beneath his underwear. He slid into the familiar lap, smiling, trying not to put too much pressure on the dick below him, and placed the leather collar in his boyfriend’s hand. “I just wanted you to put this on for me, sweetheart.” The reveal earned him a groan while Steve’s free hand roamed under Eddie’s skirt, soothing over a hip. He felt a bit sorry for him then and kissed him as an apology and a greeting. They’d forgotten at the front door with all the excitement. “I promise the wait will be worth it.” He said when their kiss ended, faces inches apart. God, he loved this horny fool of a man so much. Steve probably thought he wasn’t as affected by the situation. But, his willpower had weakened considerably more than he thought it might. He was terrible at denying Steve whatever he wanted and vice-versa. The sheer determination to control the night for as long as possible was all that stopped him from letting the other have his way. All that needed to happen for him to potentially lose that control would be for Steve to initiate a power struggle. The winner only won based on who crumbled first before all the teasing, which, with them, was always a fifty-fifty chance. More often than not, they were equals in the bedroom, but special occasions called for the game to be upped a little bit.

Black painted fingertips rested briefly over the collar, their gazes locking on to the action where Eddie’s smile turned into the devil's again. “And what if I told you the collar has a chain too, hmm?”

‘Goddamnit,’ Came the grumbled in response, and Steve took up the collar to fix around Eddie’s neck while he chimed in what a good boy Steve was being.

‘Eddie!’ And his praises quickly fell into laughter. It was gonna be a great night.

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Eddie lost his virginity when he was 18 to a woman named Crystal who was in her early to mid 20s. She was a barmaid he met at a gig in Chicago, a metalhead type of woman. Anyway, he lasted all of about one minute, and it was definitely not the greatest time for either parties. The foreplay was much better than the main event. Though round two was somewhat better too. Eddie has remained friendly towards her, but it was never anything more than a fling.

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Though it's not his favourite position, he's a cowgirler all the way. Eddie does like being railed and doing the railing doggy style once in a while. A lot of people have beef with the position, that it's demeaning and not as it intimate. Eddie thinks that's bs personallly, but sometimes a guy does just want a filthy doggy style railing.

Despite popular belief. Eddie has never used those handcuffs for sex. He totally would if asked to. But probably on his partner so he can be the world's worst tease. He's absolutely not against them being used in him, though.

Eddie is one of those people who will laugh during sex for whatever reason or even chatter. He likes it when sex is intense and intimate, but he likes being with someone who likes to have fun with it too. Obviously he wouldn't laugh about anything meanly, he's a good boy. But he likes the sound of his lovers laughter---Steve's in particular. It's even an turn on.

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​Nervous laughter was his initial response to Gareth’s statement. The reaction wasn’t aimed at his friend personally. If anything, what he’d said only endeared Eddie more to him than ever before. He’d been around the block a few times with guys and gals, and none of them had ever uttered a sweetness to him like that, not like Gareth did. It was always take, take, take, and very little give, give, give. He didn’t mind that, in a sense, Eddie liked to please his partners before himself always. But with the offer of reciprocated bliss right before him on a silver platter. Gareth caught him off guard. Then, as the idea wormed its way into his scattered brain, he began to feel the familiar tight coil of desire open in his belly. For once, someone wanted to make him feel good too, and he wanted to be open to that.

They were stripped down in Eddie’s bed, laid across from one another beneath the sheets. Fortunately, the light from his lamp was dim and covered the crimson that flared up in his chest and face. Despite the anxiety clawing at his chest, doe eyes remained on his friend’s face, determined not to look or run away. He steeled himself and let the usual smile come easily, lighting his face up in the shadows. “That’s cool. We can do that for each other. The jocks are always jerking each other off. Why not us?” The smile widened a fraction, and Eddie raised his hand, ringed fingers wiggling in front of Gareth’s face as he spoke in a lower tone. “Rings on or off?”

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