#steddie kinktober

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[infinite-orangepeel]

“get too close to your muse & you, the artist, will lose all ability to decipher one shade from the next on your palette. keep your distance…”

fall quarter begins at the curly roots of eddie munson’s ineffable head, runs its’ labyrinthian course through passageways of blue veins & black ink, & ends at a set of hairy crimson painted toes.

steve finds himself squandering every waking moment of his lifeblood & attention somewhere, egregiously, in the middle.

“say you’re drawing a bed of flowers,” his professor lectured a few weeks back, “what happens if you put your nose in the middle of those flowers & try to recreate the details on your canvas? you come up with color and shape, sure, but it’s blurry—isn’t it? it’s a big blobby blur of nothing. that’s not very good life drawing, i’m afraid.”

flash forward to the present—

the bed is firm but comfortable. reminding you of its’ presence.

it doesn’t encourage daydreaming &, yet, steve is ignoring the better advice of his mentor & pressing his curious nose directly into the bud of an all too striking flower.

he knows the intimate contact could kill the rose, is aware of the thorns lining the stem, but he can’t stay away.

he’s struck by fear and temptation and self-loathing and a beauty that stings like a slap across the face.

eddie’s his roommate, his friend, his muse for the most important project of steve’s career as an art student.

& getting too close is lethal, so he creates a sort of optical illusion.

designs an environment in which he can pretend they are star-crossed lovers in a broken world that won’t let them be together. in which touch is a small death each and every time.

steve flits to eddie like a dragonfly to water—

never touching.

never spending too much time in his orbit before making up an excuse to leave & jerk off to the smell of old cigarettes in the bathroom.

everything he really wants to say sits in the back of his throat like a painful, malignant lump & gets spat out onto his sketchbook in a tragically romantic exorcism.

doing the dishes next to him is enough to drive him insane.

drawing him, butt-naked, is another story.

“is it supposed to be so….erotic?”

eddie arches an eyebrow as steve traces the outline of his cock into his sketchbook.

“it’s not that erotic,” steve says, blushing into his charcoals, “besides no one will know it’s you. it’s art.”

art is supposed to be weird & naked. now, hold still, & let me draw you.”

it’s definitely erotic.

there are roses—de-thorned, for safety—shrouding eddie’s dick & leaving a trail of pink petals across his pale thighs.

eddie’s hand is draped over his head; exuding a certain brattiness, lust, boredom—

as if he’s lying there because he wants someone, like steve, to stumble upon him & use his body the way it so clearly needs to be.

his lips are parted on the precipice of whispering some filthy secret into steve’s ear while milking him like a simple farm girl with nothing better to do.

fuck.

he can’t be this close to eddie without losing his mind.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

it’s just a body. just limbs and a huge cock and—

eddie’s quiet for a little while which is rare for him, before he pipes up again.

“what if we painted the flowers together?”

steve wipes the sweat from his brow, drops his pencil, and looks up at eddie across the mattress. working overtime to avoid staring at the erection sticking out amongst the bouquet of roses.

“the piece isn’t supposed to be very colorful. i’m going for muted tones. that’s why i picked the pale pinks and whites.”

eddie giggles a little and, it’s so cute, steve has to pinch his own thigh through his shorts just to maintain composure.

“i don’t think you’re understanding—the colors wouldn’t change much. except for some more white, if you catch my drift,” eddie pumps his hand over his cock several times and mimes cumming stop the petals, “might look cool. might get you extra points with that asshole professor of yours. you’ve said he likes ‘shock value.’”

“i—i guess you’re right. that’s a pretty….different and unique….um….idea. yeah.”

it’s like this that steve strips naked and clambers as close to eddie as he can possibly get without laying a finger on him. adhering to the rules—keeping a particular distance between artist & muse.

they lay side by side. sunlight streaming in through the blinds & bathing eddie’s spindly fingers in gold as he touches himself.

“harrington, don’t act like you haven’t been dreaming about this since day one,” eddie snarks, “i’ve seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. your eyes are gonna burn holes in my ass if you’re not careful. touch that pretty cock of yours, lemme see you.”

before steve can do anything about it or change his mind, he’s got a fist wrapped around his own cock and the other hand pinching his nipples. left and right, back and forth, dragging his nails through the hair sprouting around them.

“didn’t think you thought about me like that,” steve whines, watching as eddie edges himself methodically—

moving faster, slower, squeezing at the base, thumbing over the slit, cupping his balls, slapping the insides of his own thighs until they match the pink petals.

“i like a little pain,” he comments when he catches steve’s wide eyes, “and i’ve always was hallucinating the first time i walked into this room and saw you on the bed—thought i was going into the light and seeing an angel.”

“you’re so full of it.”

“i’d like to be full of you,” eddie breathes against steve’s neck, not allowing his lips to pass the barrier, “but i don’t know if you can handle me, big boy. you’re blushing like a nervous little schoolgirl.”

“am not—”

“are too, &, you’re about to cum just listening to my voice. it’s so crystal clear. look at you—fucking yourself so stupid.”

eddie looks so beautiful.

laying there like a forsaken god locked out of heaven.

steve’s been so good about keeping his hands to himself, about keeping his nose out of the flowers, but desire and temptation are stronger than any amount of remaining willpower he has.

he grabs eddie’s shoulder with his freehand & kisses him until they’re both seeing stars.

celestial explosions of pleasure & truth & this thing that’s been growing violently between them since the moment they first met.

“i’m cumming. i’m gonna—fuck steve, it’s gonna be on the flowers—i hope that’s okay—”

they cum in tandem over petals of pink and white and thornless stems.

steve gets an A+.

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[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober last day Steve/Eddie

& voice kink

read on ao3

MDNI - rated E - modern setting, drunk texting, dirty talk

He was an idiot. A complete and utter menace to himself. Why hadn’t he let Robin take his phone or change the password last night? He had honestly thought if he was that blackout drunk he would’ve just come home and passed out. But no. 

Steve stopped scrolling through all the notifications on his phone and went to make coffee. After a few sips he sighed and called Robin. Hopefully there wasn’t more to the story. 

“Hello?” A deep voice answered and he dropped his phone. 

“Oh fuck. Huh?“ He was looking at Robin's name, but who was this? Putting the phone back up to his ear, he could only stutter, “I-I’m sorry, I’m confused I guess. I was trying to call someone else.”

“Well at least I know your phone does make calls,” he mused. This stranger’s voice was already doing things to him. It was so deep and rumbly and he could almost picture the person curled up in bed. Maybe with his shirt off. 

“I’m really sorry, I’m trying to catch up on what my drunk self decided to do last night,” he winced. “I, um, apparently saved your number under my best friend’s name, for starters.”

The man chuckled and Steve’s dick stirred in his boxers. He was so fucked. “That does explain some things, at least on my end. How about you do some catching up and call me later? If you want. And stop apologizing, sweetheart.” The endearment with the rich silky voice had him holding back a moan. 

“O-okay. Um, could you tell me your name? Please?”

The man groaned and Steve heard rustling which had him imagining the man repositioning on his bed. Oh shit. “So polite now, huh? I’m Eddie. Start on Bumble, for your research.” He snorted and Steve winced. 

“Oh man, it’s going to be bad, isn’t it?” Steve’s face flushed and he was glad this stranger couldn’t see him.

“Not the worst drunken flirting I’ve been a part of, promise. Now,” Eddie yawned. “I’m going to go back to sleep I think. Some hot guy had me up late last night. Hopefully he’ll call me back, though.” Steve couldn’t hold back the whimper as Eddie apparently ramped up his flirting voice and his knees almost buckled. 

“Oh my god,” he breathed. “Uhhh yeah, I’m going to do that. Both of those things. Fuck.”

Eddie huffed a laugh and purred, “Talk to you later, Stevie,” before he hung up. 

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” 

Steve immediately went to the Bumble app and gasped. He had a ton of new matches and messages. Matches that were men. He’d never made the change to his dating app when he’d allowed himself to face that part of him. Probably for this reason. 

But in the mess of rude and gross messages and messages that were just emojis or asking for his number, he found one that said Eddie. 

“Holy shit,” he gasped. Eddie was fucking gorgeous. He scrolled through his pictures and each one was better than the last. Long dark curly hair, sometimes twisted up on the top of his head with little bits pulled out to taunt him. Huge brown eyes with ridiculous eye lashes, the most delicious lips he’d ever seen. Steve never really went for the rock and roll look but apparently he was into it when it looked this good. The shredded jeans with a cropped band tee really converted him. 

There were a few prompts where Eddie had used the voice feature and Steve played the first one. 

Eddie’s caramel voice resounded in his tiny kitchen and he gasped again. “I get way too excited about finding the perfect album in a dusty pile in the corner of an antique shop. Or when someone wants to watch Lord of the Rings with me.” There was another little aggravating chuckle and Steve didn’t hold back the moan.

“This cannot be real.” Steve made himself go back to the beginning of the messages, knowing it was going to be embarrassing. 

It was worse than he could imagine. 

(2:18am) u r so ducking hot n ur voice is driving me

(2:18am) so so crazy

Steve swiped out and went into his contacts to try to actually call Robin. The number listed under her name was clearly now Eddie. He went to his messages and found the thread with just her number and hit call. 

“How are you functioning already this early? You were fucked-“

“Robin, I have a code red! A double code red. I don’t-“

“Wh-huh? What?”

“Apparently I drunkenly hit on this fucking gorgeous dude on Bumble last night and it’s, oh shit,” he rubbed at his face with his free hand. “Well, maybe I didn’t fuck it up completely because I just accidentally called him and he seemed…”

“Seemed?” Robin prompted. He could hear her smirk through the phone. 

“He didn’t seem put off. Like at all. He told me to catch up on our messages and call him back.”

“That’s very cute.”

After putting her on speaker, he swiped back into Bumble, encouraged now by having Robin metaphorically by his side and knowing Eddie still seemed interested after all. 

(2:34am) Thanks, you’re pretty ducking hot yourself. Having a good night?

Eddie let him ramble for a while about his night out with Robin, even Steve having trouble deciphering his terrible drunk texting. It was then full speed ahead for horny drunk Steve.

(2:56am) cd cum jus from ur voice omfg

(3:12am) need ur dick in my

(3:12am) mouth

(3:14am) r wherevr u want rly

Steve winced but saved Eddie’s pictures and screenshotted his embarrassing nonsense and sent it to Robin. 

“Oh my god, Steve.”

“Bobbi I swear to you I don’t remember any of this but I mean I do think his voice is like the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. His morning voice was like-“ he groaned and Robin made fake gagging noises at him. 

“You said you accidentally called him today? So he gave you his number even after all of this disgustingness?”

“Oh, yeah! And I somehow saved his number as you. So when I tried to call you this morning it was him.” He navigated back to his messages and opened the text thread for 👯 Robin Bobin🍦”Oh no.”

The messages weren’t much more coherent but Steve understood what Eddie had meant when he said it cleared up some things on his end. 

“I was texting him thinking I was texting you… about him… oh my god, Rob. What did I drink last night?”

(3:39am) hes soooo so so soooo forgoes

(3:39am) gorgus

(3:40am) gorgeus

(3:48am) Lol oh yeah?

(3:49am) I hope you’re home and safe, babe.

(3:50am) yah I’m in m bed

(3:50am) wanna hear ur voice

(3:52am) Okay lol give me one sec

(3:54am) stop calling me im wating for te love of my life to call dingus

“Jesus Christ.” He chugged the rest of his coffee and sunk into the couch. “Dude I kept demanding he call me but then yelled at him… thinking he was you calling. Telling you to stop calling me because ‘the love of my life’ was going to call. I’m never drinking again.”

“Why did he put up with this? And still wants to talk to you! You must have some amazing pictures on your profile,” she laughed.

“Well you picked them.”

“Oh,” she scoffed. “Then of course he’s in love with you.”

The texts kept coming. 

(4:02am) want to lik ur face

(4:06am) You’re cute.

(4:19am) boo I threw up ☹️

(4:22am) Aww sweetheart are you okay?

(4:34am) malljng asleep

(4:35am) Me too. Get some rest, honey.

“He’s so fucking sweet and amazing, Robs. All this shit I was doing and he was just worried about me. I can’t call this guy back. I can’t believe he answered when I called and woke him up.”

“He clearly likes you, dipshit. Call him back!”

He tortured himself for the rest of the morning going through the messages on Bumble. He saved his number properly (Eddie 🥵🥵🥵) and saw in his call log he’d missed a few calls and a FaceTime call from him the night before. 

He scrolled through his own profile, trying to look at it as if he was someone else. Robin had done most of the profile for him. He groaned and covered his face when he saw a ‘throwback’ picture of him in his Scoops Ahoy uniform from years ago. But Eddie had commented on it, “You wouldn’t happen to still have this outfit, would you? 😏”

Unsurprisingly, on a picture of Eddie in big black boots Steve had said, “I want u tk stomp on me w this boots.” 

He took tylonel and chugged some water and took a shower. Then he found himself back on his couch with his phone in his hand. He replayed all of Eddie’s voice prompts to continue to torture himself. How could he be so attracted to someone’s voice? Their recorded voice, even. In person it had to be mind melting. 

He texted Robin, triple checking that it was the correct thread. 

(1:08pm) what if I move to Guam?

(1:09pm) that means you haven’t called him yet?

(1:09pm) ofc not, Robin! I’ve already made a huge ass of myself

(1:10pm) if he’s interested in you he apparently likes huge asses 🍑🍑🍑

Steve groaned.

(1:10pm) why am I best friends with you again?

(1:11pm) cuz we’re the same person and we were trauma bonded by a terrible ice cream job

(1:11pm) CALL

(1:11pm) HIM

The choice was apparently made for him because his phone was ringing and he stupidly answered it. 

“Um. Hi?”

“Hi. I know I told you to call me but I figured I’d jump the gun since I work later. Didn’t want to miss you.”

“That’s okay. I’m, uh, I’m very embarrassed, honestly.” He covered his eyes with his hand and scrunched into the couch. “I promise I don’t do things like this.”

Eddie made a soft comforting noise. “It’s okay, Stevie. I promise it wasn’t offensive. Intriguing, actually. Endearing.”

God, his fucking voice. He could listen to him read the dictionary. A small groan punched out of him before he could hold it back. 

“You’re okay, though? I was mostly worried about you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for being so nice while I was being a menace.”

Eddie laughed. Steve pressed the phone against his face trying to get it closer to him. “You weren’t being a menace, sweetheart.” His honeyed voice cascaded over him and he made another simpering noise. “What’s got you all whimpery then?”

“Fuck. Your voice,“ he whined. He shouldn’t have been listening to his prompts all morning because he had already been buzzing from it and now getting it directed at him was too much.

“Oh that was for real? I assumed that was just a line.” Eddie definitely made his voice even more dark and sexy and Steve whimpered for real. “Maybe it’s a good thing you never answered last night. Would’ve kept your promise but been too out of it to remember.”

“Kept my promise?”

Eddie chuckled. “You told me you could come just from my voice.”

“Fuuucckk. I mean maybe, I’m hard from just listening to your prompts- uhhh,” he groaned. 

“Oh really?” His voice changed again to a more dark and sultry tone and Steve’s hips jolted up with a low moan. “God you really are, aren’t you?”

Steve did a little breathy “mhm” and Eddie groaned, low and dirty. 

“Oh my god.” Steve was losing his mind. He had never been so turned on from someone talking to him. Every word he said felt like it was going straight to his dick. “Eddie-“

“Holy shit, if you keep saying my name like that I’ll be coming in my pants right after you.”

Steve grabbed the back of the couch to stop himself from reaching for his throbbing dick. He whined again, feeling so desperate already. 

“You’re okay, angel. So you went out last night? With your friend?”

“Oh shit. Y-yeah. Finals are over.”

“Are you in school?” Eddie’s voice seemed to shift again but Steve just shook his head. Then realized he couldn’t see him. 

“Ah- n-no, Robin, my friend. She’s in her last year of college. I’m, uh, not.” A less fun version of humiliation clenched his guts.

“Robin is the one you saved my number under? You seem close.”

“Yeah. We met in high school. She’s, can we not really talk much about her, like right now?”

Eddie laughed. “Sure, baby. I get it. You wanna hear more about me, huh?” He could picture the exact smirk he bet was spread across his face.

“Fuck, sure. Anything. Please just keep talking.”

“You’re so sweet,” he said. “You by yourself? No roommates we have to worry about?”

“Ah- no. Just me. Apartment neighbors, but they’ve probably heard worse-“

“Oh yeah? You get loud, baby? Gunna be loud for me?” He sounded downright pornographic now. Dark and filthy and Steve wanted to roll in it. 

“God, how are you doing this? I’ve never- ah, shit- This is weird, right?”

Eddie hummed. “Not weird, Stevie. It’s so sexy, hearing you get all flustered over me. If it makes you feel better you’re the first person who’s been this interested in my voice,” he chuckled again and Steve moaned. “You gettin’ close, angel?” Steve made a noise he hoped was affirmative. “Not touching yourself, right? Wanna see if you can do it with just me talking,” he dropped his voice low and sultry again.

“Oh my god,” Steve was reeling. How was this possible? “You need to run a 900 line or something.” Eddie laughed again, a real laugh and Steve could picture him throwing his head back, hair flying. His neglected dick throbbed at him. 

“I think it’s just you, babe. Which is fine for me. I don’t usually like this sort of attention. But you’re so genuine about it. You just want someone to take care of you, huh?” The words and the rich silky tone had him moaning again, dick jumping in his sweats. 

“Yes,” he breathed. “So close, please,” he gasped out, letting his hips move uncontrollably. 

“Doing so good, Stevie. Gunna make a mess for me? You’re so amazing. You know you were driving me crazy all night right? Telling me to call and then not answering and telling me off about it. Would go stare at your pictures in your profile and all was forgiven. You could convince me to do anything, baby. Just turn those eyes up at me and I’d fold instantly.”

Steve whimpered loudly, then shoved knuckles in his mouth, suddenly self conscious about his noises. 

“Hey, let me hear you. Want you to be loud for me, c’mon. Know you’ve gotta be so close, little one. Gunna come so hard. I know,” he crooned. “You’ve got me close, too. Picturing you all sprawled out for me, all needy and desperate. Wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you if I was there.”

A loud moan burst out of him and his hips jolted forward again. The thought of Eddie being here, touching him and talking to him was forcing him to clench his fist into the couch to keep himself from touching his dick. 

“Please,” he cried out. 

“Oh, honey, I know. You’re so perfect, so sweet. Making me crazy. Bet you looked so good when you went out last night, yeah? Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Did you dance? Let everyone see you? Did you let them put their hands on you? Slide in behind you?”

Steve groaned and said, “Uh huh.” Eddie groaned back. 

“Yeah, but then you came home and found me. Chose me instead. Because you knew I’d give you what you really needed. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

He was squirming around so much now and constantly making little punched out moans and whimpers. Eddie’s voice in his ear was just right, saying just what he needed to hear and going straight to his cock. 

“Yeah, yes Eddie. Fuck- oh oh,” he rocked his hips, getting a tiny bit of friction against his boxers. 

“C’mon, you can do it. So fucking hot, baby. Maybe we’ll try this again when I see you. Lay you out across my lap and just talk to you. Huh? Think we’d make it? Before I lost my mind and fucked you?”

Steve cried out, almost dropping his phone. “Oh fuck, oh my god-“ he panted and shoved his phone back to his face. “Please-“

“Yeah, you’d be begging for my cock huh? And I’d give it to you. Would give you everything you wanted. So fucking good for me. Now come.” The growl under his voice sent Steve spiraling. 

He yelled out as he came, seeing stars. He dropped the phone out of his hand to clench around the cushion behind his head as his hips continued pumping. 

When he scrambled for his phone his thumb hit the video call button and suddenly he was face to face with the man who just made him come untouched. 

“Oh. Hi.” His face was red and sweaty, hair stuck to his forehead in the little box. Eddie smirked at him, looking mostly nonplussed. His hair was piled in a bun on the top of his head and it made Steve want to yank the tie out. 

“Hi baby. Well? Let me see.”

“Oh my god,” he panted. But he turned the camera around to pan down to the growing wet spot in his sweats, his legs still jumping. 

“Fuck, you’re so ridiculously hot.”

Steve turned it back to his face again but covered it with his hand. 

“Don’t do that, honey. You’re perfect. That was the hottest thing ever.”

Steve peeked out from over his hand. “Really?”

“Really. When can I see you? What are you doing tomorrow?”

Steve giggled. “Tomorrow’s free.”

@lawrencebshoggoth @lighthousebeams

[midsummer-semantics]

This Could All Be Yours

What?? Another Steddie Kinktober addition? Of course. (Once again cross-posted on ao3!)

Rating: Explicit (Obviously)

Note: Say "Hello Robin!"

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, except now he's DONE!, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Age Difference, just to clarify it's only about 10 years, First Kiss, First Time, Getting Together, finally and literally, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Possessive Steve Harrington, Impact Play, Spanking, Rimming, a touch of Manhandling, Breeding Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Coming Untouched, I decided they're switches but Eddie just bottoms on impulse, Aftercare, Almost snuck a love confession in there, Porn with Feelings, because of course I did, Kinktober

Summary:

Dear Mr. Munson,

Your thesis “From Shakespeare to Spiritbox: An analysis of Early Modern references in Metal Music” has been accepted with minor edits—

The rest of the email is gibberish. He passed (with minor edits, but who cares). He’s done. He has his marks.

His phone is in his hand and he’s dialing Steve’s number before he can think twice about it.

Or: THEY FINALLY KISS (and other things)

[divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Keep reading below for the fic! ⤵️

This Could All Be Yours 

Dear Mr. Munson, Your thesis “From Shakespeare to Spiritbox: An analysis of Early Modern references in Metal Music” has been accepted with minor edits —

The rest of the email is gibberish. He passed (with minor edits, but who cares). He’s done. He has his marks.

His phone is in his hand and he’s dialing Steve’s number before he can think twice about it.

“Hello, sweethea—”

“I passed!”

Steve chuckles on the other line. “Did you? I had no idea.”

Eddie can hear the sarcasm in his voice, knowing part of the email he received has the revision comments that are at least half Steve’s, but it does nothing to distract from the elation he currently feels. 

He passed. 

He’s not stuck at the university another year.

He and Steve can be together. Finally.

“Stevie,” Eddie whines, hoping the singular word is enough to convey everything his mind is rolling through: the longing, the desire, the need.

“Yes, my darling?” Steve asks, setting Eddie’s body aflame.

“I— uh…” Eddie stutters. He has the ability to be with Steve now, knows down to his bone marrow that this is right, but he’s suddenly unsure how to ask for the inevitable.

Steve breathes an amused sound into the phone, muttering something out of ear shot before speaking to Eddie again. “I’m very proud of you, baby. Can I show you how much?”

Eddie nods vigorously, keys already in-hand while Steve rattles off his address.

The drive over is a blur of horny desire and Eddie’s not sure how he makes it safely, but it comes to a grinding halt when the person who answers the door isn’t Steve.

“Oh Dingus,” calls the woman with a stylish bob, one hand on her hip, not even asking who Eddie is while giving him a judgmental once-over. “Your boyfriend is here.” 

“Jesus Christ, Rob, can you not?” comes Steve’s voice from somewhere behind her before the beautiful man is hip-checking her out of the way. His caramel eyes soften considerably when they land on Eddie, and the turmoil in the younger man’s stomach slows a little. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. My sister—” Steve spares a glance at the woman, eyes narrowed in challenge before turning back to Eddie, “—likes to give me shit. Ignore her.”

“Fat chance of that,” Rob (?) scoffs, turning back to Eddie. “Congrats on passing your thesis. Don’t fuck it up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie mutters automatically. 

Rob’s face screws up in disgust. “Ugh. Don’t. Robin’s fine.” She turns quickly back to Steve. “I expect to meet him properly for brunch soon. Stop being a fucking idiot.”

Eddie isn’t sure he’s ever seen Steve look properly chastised before, but the older man’s shoulders are near his ears while he nods in agreement. “Yeah, of course. See you soon.”

Robin gives a perfunctory nod to Steve and then Eddie before shoving past the younger man, leaving Eddie standing in Steve’s doorway with a wave of confusion barreling through him.

Eddie continues to stand in the doorway, watching the woman’s retreating back for a moment before turning to Steve. “I don’t think she likes me.”

Steve gives him an apologetic smile as he waved the younger man inside. “She doesn’t not like you. She just doesn’t know you. And to be fair, up until this morning you were a student of mine.”

That thought shouldn’t make Eddie hot under the collar, but alas, he’s never quite had his head screwed on right.

“Sure, no I get that,” Eddie agrees, following the older man further into the house, trailing after him like a lost puppy, more like. “Should I be worried that she does want to get to know me?”

Steve stops as he reaches the fridge, giving Eddie a more sincere smile. “Probably. But just take it as a compliment for now. It means she knows how important you are to me. Something to drink?”

Eddie pulls a lock of hair across his face on instinct, trying to hide the blush at Steve’s admission that he cares about him. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with him? How old is he? 

It’s only then that he remembers Robin referred to Eddie as Steve’s boyfriend, and he blushes harder.

“Eddie?” Steve prompts, reaching out to gently unlatch his hair from his grip, pushing is behind his ear instead. “We’re celebrating right? Drink?”

Eddie feels like he’s swallowed his tongue, the casual touch sending sparks through his system. He wants more. Wants Steve to wrap the hand currently still grazing his cheek around the back of his neck and manhandle him. Wants to finally get his own hands on Steve now that the looming presence of his graduation status isn’t hanging over them like a dark cloud.

“Sure,” he croaks, words and vocalization hard with Steve still touching him. He’s not sure if finally feeling Steve is better or worse for his sanity.

Steve’s lips curve into a small smirk and Eddie bites back a yelp when Steve pinches his cheek like a wiley toddler before letting his hand fall away.

“Pick your poison. I’ve got bourbon, scotch, gin, rum. Or if you’re not into something heavy there’s beer, wine, apple juice, and water.”

“Are you running a bar in here?” Eddie jokes, breathing a little easier without Steve in his immediate orbit.

Steve chuckles, his cheeks pinkening slightly. “Robin and I met when we were bartending at the same shitty dive in college. Old habits die hard.” Eddie watches the man pull down two rocks glasses from a cabinet and drops a large ice cube into both before moving over to a bar cart he hadn’t noticed before — though, to be fair, he’s barely taken his eyes off of the older man since arriving.

“Wait—” he starts, seeing Steve grab a bottle of what looks like very expensive bourbon and pouring two fingers into each glass. “I thought she was your sister.”

Steve nods as he sticks the cork back in the bottle and sets it back in its place. “Oh, she is. In every way that matters except legally. Sometimes I forget we’re not twins, if I’m honest.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hums, accepting the proffered drink with a small thank you. Steve clinks his glass against the edge of Eddie’s before they both take a sip. “I have a friend like that.”

“Chrissy, right?” Steve asks, leading them into the living room. There’s a wing-back chair that he sits in, motioning a hand to the couch next to it for Eddie. It feels a lot like a mirror of their time in Steve’s office, and the horny thoughts that sprout from that almost make him miss the fact that Steve mentioned Chrissy by name.

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a fond smile, swirling the liquid in his glass. Briefly, he thinks about the fact he can tell her about Steve now. They no longer have to hide what’s going on between them. But that thought is quickly overshadowed by another. “I just realized that you know so much about me and I know next to nothing about you.”

Steve smiles, his honey brown eyes sparkling in the lamp light. “Well, we’ll just have to fix that. But maybe not tonight.”

The older man’s voice dropped an octave on the last sentence, making Eddie’s insides burn in a way that can’t be attributed to the alcohol. 

“Oh?” he breathes, really hoping Steve isn’t just going to toy with him again. “What, uh… what did you have in mind instead?”

Steve sets his rocks glass aside, the liquid barely touched, and waves a hand to beckon Eddie over. Eddie sets his aside as well before he stands, walking the few feet to stand, once again, between Steve’s spread legs. It’s another mirror of the last time he saw Steve, before the professor ordered him out of his clothes and made him ride that dildo in his office chair, only this time, Steve doesn’t hesitate to reach out and place his hands on Eddie’s hips, drawing him closer.

“God,” Steve breathes, his hands running up and down Eddie’s sides. “I’ve been wanting to touch you for ages and now I finally can. I don’t know where to start.”

“Professor—” Eddie mutters nonsensically, but stops when Steve’s hands squeeze his hips, his long fingers brushing against his ass.

“I’m not your professor anymore, baby boy. Wanna try something else?”

Eddie’s breath hitches and he sways a little into the simple contact, bringing his own hands up to rest on Steve’s broad shoulders.

He runs through a mental list of monikers: they’ve done sir, always a personal favorite, but not big enough to encapsulate the way Eddie wants to please Steve now that he can finally do it like this. Master is too formal and frankly reminds him of D&D, which would be hot in any other setting, but not for this, and that’s not how he wants this relationship to be defined. Steve always calls him baby boy, though, which he knows is mostly because Eddie’s younger than him, and while age play is a hard no for him, he’s not opposed to the Daddy Dom dynamic in the right setting.

“Daddy?” he whispers, unsure how it’ll be received until Steve’s face lights up.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, looking like a kid on Christmas for a moment before visibly schooling himself. Eddie would laugh if he wasn’t still nervous. Steve is still smiling softly when he starts running his hands over Eddie’s sides again, this time roaming back over his ass and squeezing for a moment. “We can do that, sweetheart. I’d love to be your Daddy if that’s what you want.”

Eddie bites his lip to stop the smile — and does a terrible job because it breaks free anyway — and nods. “Yes, please. I trust you. I respect you. I want this with you.”

Steve lets his face light up again, and Eddie barely gets a squeak out before he’s hauled into Steve’s lap and the older man’s lips are on his. It’s a little awkward and includes a lot of shuffling, some grunts that aren’t tied to the kissing itself, and limbs in places they’re not meant to fit in order to get two grown men into the chair Steve’s sitting in, but once Eddie is securely straddling Steve’s lap, their mouths pressed together and their hands pulling at hair and clothing, Eddie lets himself sink into the knowledge that he can finally, finally have this.

Steve’s mouth is as sure as his words always are, taking control as he moves his tongue against Eddie’s, but yielding enough to let the younger man take as much as he wants as well. It’s a delicate balance, as all things have been with them, except now Eddie knows what Steve tastes like, knows that the low groans and hitches in breath are from Eddie’s physical weight and presence instead of the furious masturbation and images of what he couldn’t touch before.

“Steve—” Eddie groans, rolling his hips in the man’s lap, feeling the hardness under his slacks that matches the one in Eddie’s jeans. “Daddy,” he tries again.

“Fuck, say it again,” Steve begs, readjusting his hands so one is buried in Eddie’s hair and the other is palming his ass, guiding his hips to rut against him harder.

“Daddy, please.”

Steve grunts like he’s been punched in the chest, tearing his mouth away from Eddie’s to trail down his throat, sucking and biting bruises into the skin.

“I’m going to fucking own you. You’re mine. All mine,” Steve mutters, rolling his hips up to meet Eddie’s, like he can fuck him through the layers they’re still unfortunately wearing. The way Eddie feels like his cock is going to rip through his jeans, he sort of wishes it were possible.

“Yours,” he mewls, clawing at Steve’s shoulders, needing the fabric to disappear. “All yours. And all mine.”

Steve growls and pulls himself away from the no-doubt deep bruise he’s worked into Eddie’s neck before crashing their lips back together again.

“I need you naked. Now,” Steve huffs, smacking Eddie’s ass over his jeans, earning a wanton moan that Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever made before in his life. It also doesn’t go unnoticed. “Oh? You like that, baby boy?”

Eddie nods, wiggling in Steve’s lap instead of getting up, silently begging for more. “Yes, daddy.”

Steve rewards him with another swift swat before helping the younger man to his feet. “Strip and bend over the couch. There’s definitely more where that came from.”

Eddie makes quick work of his clothes, folding them neatly like he had in Steve’s office, before resting his knees on the seat of the couch, elbows braced on the back. It’s not that Steve’s never seen him in a similar position before, but he’s shaking with barely restrained energy knowing that his daddy (!!) is actually going to touch him this time. 

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds after Eddie presents himself before Steve’s hands are on him, smoothing over the globes of his ass and squeezing his thighs and hips, small hums of appreciation rolling through him.

“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Steve rasps, leaning over Eddie’s back to press open-mouthed kisses along his spine. He snuffles Eddie’s hair away from his neck, not taking his hands off where he’s kneading the softer parts of Eddie’s hips and ass, and pulling him flush against his groin as he bites down on the nape of Eddie’s neck.

Apparently he’d been so focused on his own presentation that he missed Steve undressing, because the heat of the older man’s bare chest is like fire against Eddie’s back, and only the soft cotton of Steve’s briefs are a barrier between the hard line of his cock and Eddie’s aching center.

“Daddy,” Eddie whines, using his grip on the couch back to press back against Steve. “Need you.”

Steve shushes him gently, running his hands from Eddie’s hips up his stomach and chest, bringing him more flush against Steve’s front. “I got you, baby boy. I promised I’d take care of you and I will.”

Eddie whines again, for more, to see Steve’s face while they do this, for the heavens to open and take him, he doesn’t care. Not as long as Steve keeps touching him.

His breath hitches as he gets his wish, one of Steve’s hands keeping a tight grip on Eddie’s shoulder while the other runs back down his flank and around to palm his ass again. “You want it, baby? Want me to mark you up? Make it hard to sit without the memory of my hands on you?” Steve murmurs, his breath hot in Eddie’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie squirms, rolling his hips into the feeling of Steve’s wide palm, seeking something, anything.

Steve lets loose a dark chuckle, one that skitters up Eddie’s spine like a rat in a crawl space, before massaging his cheek harshly once more and drawing back. The strike is strong and true, stinging in a way that smarts and will leave an incriminating hand print, and Eddie wails at the sensation. Steve palms the area, a little mean and a little rough, and Eddie presses back against it, silently begging for more.

Steve does it again, a little to the left of the first one, spreading it out to get even more of him red and aching in the best way. His cock swings between his legs, hot and heavy, pre-come gathering at the tip as Steve smacks his ass and thighs a couple more times before sliding his hands over Eddie’s body to switch sides. Each time Eddie moans and begs for more, harder, just like that, and each time Steve rewards him with the right amount of pain-pleasure that has him seeing stars.

“Daddy,” Eddie whines, voice high pitched and a little broken.

“What is it, sweet thing?” Steve murmurs, rubbing his palm against the latest sweltering sting. “What do you need?”

Eddie moans at the overwhelming feeling of Steve surrounding him. He hasn’t even touched his dick and Eddie’s still so close to coming it’s kind of embarrassing.

“Fuck me,” he wheezes. “Please, daddy. I need you to fuck me.”

“Mmm, fuck, yeah absolutely,” Steve groans, pulling away slightly. “But first, I made a promise.”

Eddie lifts his head from where he’d rested it against his crossed arms, barely getting the chance to try and look over his shoulder before Steve is on his knees, his hands prying Eddie’s cheeks apart, and Steve’s tongue laving over his hole.

“AH! Steve!” Eddie cries, his body jolting with surprise and pleasure even as he shoves his hips back against Steve’s eager tongue.

The sounds are obscene as Steve eats him out, Eddie’s body trembling as he tries to keep upright through the onslaught, and every time Steve moans against him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the vibrations running through Eddie’s body like an electrical current, Eddie could swear he glows like a Christmas tree.

But then — holy shit — Steve gets a hand on Eddie’s dick, and from two points of contact Steve is consuming him.

And Eddie’s only human — though the absolute God eating his ass and jerking him off is definitely a demon — so he barely gets a choked off warning past his lips before he’s shooting off across Steve’s couch.

And Steve — Steve! Daddy! — is moaning the entire time like he’s the one who experienced a mind-blowing orgasm at the hands of the devil himself. 

“Sir, please,” Eddie whimpers, trying to draw away from Steve’s eagerness for a brief moment.

“Sorry,” Steve mutters, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s right ass cheek, earning a hiss when he remembers how sore and red he must be. “You just taste so good and I’ve been imagining eating your ass since day one.”

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly and sags a bit on the cushions, wrung out already even though Steve hasn’t actually fucked him yet.

“Are you okay if I leave you here for a second? Gonna grab some water,” Steve asks, once again, ever-knowing.

“Touch me again right now and I’ll explode,” Eddie warns half-heartedly.

“Didn’t you already?” Steve snarks, lightly tapping Eddie’s right cheek over a particularly sore spot, chuckling lightly when Eddie squeals before releasing him to grab a drink.

Eddie takes a moment to survey his body. Yes, his ass stings, and his knees kind of ache from the position, but he’s never felt so relaxed and pliant, even after Steve’s wrung him dry multiple times. Maybe it’s the result of Steve finally touching him, or maybe Eddie’s just so down bad that his body is easily manipulated by the older man’s efforts, but either way the thought of Steve not being done with him is almost enough to make him hard again.

“You can turn around,” Steve prompts as he comes back, and Eddie tries not to wince as he turns to take a seat on the scratchy material of the couch, accepting the proffered glass of water. Eddie takes it gratefully, leaning heavily against Steve’s side when the other man plants himself on the couch next to Eddie instead of back in his chair.

They’re quiet for several minutes, letting the afterglow wash over them, before Eddie’s brain finally returns to full function.

“Wait a minute, I asked you to fuck me.”

Steve cackles at that, head thrown back and strong neck on display. “Pretty sure I did,” he says through chuckles when he finally gains some level of composure. “I’m leaning back against the evidence of it right now.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn when Steve wriggles, knowing without a doubt that he’s rubbing the come Eddie released into his back and the couch cushion, but that’s also not what he meant.

He huffs in annoyance, setting the now empty water glass next to his abandoned bourbon and turns so he’s facing Steve. 

“Daddy,” he whines, bringing a hand up to Steve’s glorious chest before running it down the planes of his body until it settles over the rigid length tenting his briefs. Steve groans at the friction, clearly trying to stop his hips from raising and seeking out more, and Eddie feels on top of the world having this kind of power of Steve.

Really, Eddie knows he’s been in charge the whole time. Steve doesn’t make a single move without Eddie’s approval, and that’s why he trusts the older man so implicitly. But god, if he doesn’t get Steve’s dick inside him soon—

“Alright, baby, alright,” Steve mutters, yanking Eddie’s hand away, bringing it up to his mouth to place a kiss on the back of it. “But I’m not fucking you on the couch.”

In the space of a few seconds, Steve has Eddie in his arms bridal-style and walks them back to his bedroom. It shouldn’t be hot — if anything, he should be concerned about the older man’s back giving out considering they’re the same height — but Eddie’s brain has been replaced with a horny cymbal-playing monkey so sue him for the moan he lets out when Steve lays him on his bed with nary a grunt in effort.

He stands back, hands on his hips, like he’s surveying the land, and Eddie fights both the desire to cover himself and the wave of dizziness that washes over him as his dick tries to harden again too quickly.

“I thought I wanted to see you bent over my desk, but seeing you in my bed is worlds better,” Steve mutters, almost like he’s only talking to himself. Eddie squirms as the desire for the older man grows once more, fisting the sheets to stop from fisting his cock.

“Daddy, please,” he begs, though, not wanting it to be over , necessarily, but definitely needing Steve’s hands back on him sooner rather than later.

Steve takes another moment to rove his gaze over Eddie before hooking his thumbs in his briefs and shoving them down his legs. His cock sprints free, beet red and dripping at the tip. Eddie doesn’t know where to look, at the man’s face, his groin, the chest hair and wild sex-flush adorning it. He doesn’t even get a chance to take it in for very long before Steve is crawling over him, shoving Eddie back against the duvet and diving back in to kiss him.

This time, without all the clothes in the way, Eddie gets a real feel for the way they fit together, the way Steve’s body — a little soft and yielding in places from age, but still hot and hard and strong — finds a home between Eddie’s spread legs, their dicks lined up and pressing unyieldingly against each other.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve moans, rolling his hips down into Eddie’s a pulling a punched out sound with the tip of Steve’s cock catches just below the crown of Eddie’s. 

“Need you,” Eddie begs against Steve’s lips, his hands flying off from the bed to grip and pull at Steve’s sides, his hips, his perfect ass to try to coax the older man closer.

“I know what you need, baby boy,” Steve coos, kissing back down Eddie’s throat again and biting at his clavicle, his chest, the one nipple ring he has because he was too chicken-shit to get the second one done after the first hurt too much. Steve tugs on the little bar on just the right side of too harsh, laving his tongue over it to soothe the sting when Eddie arches into it. He pays equal attention to the other side, toying with Eddie until he’s whining and shaking, his cock leaving a trail of pre on his belly and seemingly never stopping.

“Please,” he begs again, and Steve relents only long enough to reach over Eddie for the lube in his bedside table. He sits back on his heels, once again devouring Eddie with his eyes, tossing the bottle up and catching it a few times. 

“I want you to ride me, sweetheart. Think you can do that?”

Eddie nods a little dumbly, muttering a quiet uh huh , before reaching for the lube bottle. Steve snatches it away.

“Absolutely not. I’ve spent the last eight months watching you finger yourself open from a distance. It’s my turn.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, glancing down at Steve’s hand like it holds the gift of life itself. Honestly, it just might.

He follows Steve’s lead, as he has the entire time, letting the older man rearrange them so Eddie’s straddling Steve’s chest, a little high up, but only so Steve doesn’t have to work at too awkward and angle as he lubes up his fingers and starts playing with Eddie’s still slightly relaxed hole.

“Next time, we’ll switch,” Steve says, eying the space between Eddie’s legs where his arm disappears, like he can see past the twitching weight of Eddie’s cock to where his fingers are gently working him open on one finger.

Eddie makes an inquisitive sound that mostly is just a moan as Steve curls that single finger inside him, a second one already massaging the tight furl of muscle, waiting for the right moment to enter.

“Oh, honey. You didn’t think I would want this,” Steve coos, bringing his other hand around to stroke Eddie’s cock torturously slowly, “inside me at some point, did you? This big, beautiful cock inside me, trying to fuck me so good.”

“Steve, don’t—” Eddie warns, already so on edge once more and Steve doesn’t even have a second finger in him yet.

The older man chuckles darkly, using the hand on Eddie’s cock to form a tight ring at the base as he works a second finger in. Eddie’s brain is still fuzzy, getting worse with every drawn out moment as Steve works him open on his fingers, the words coming out of Steve’s mouth a white noise through the haze. 

He knows he’s making all kinds of noises too, but he doesn’t have it in himself to be embarrassed, already knows he’s made all kinds of noises during their private lessons that would be mortifying in any other context, and he couldn’t even let them loose then the way he does now. Now, he doesn’t have to bite them back for fear they’re going to get caught. Now, Eddie can beg and plead and cry out as loud as he wants when Steve intentionally abuses his prostate with the pads of his fingers, and Steve just encourages him to be louder.

“That’s it, baby boy. Ride my fingers. Make yourself feel good.”

Eddie plants his hands on Steve’s shoulders and does what he’s told, so close, so so close —

“Daddyyyy,” he drags out, because he’s right there and he needs Steve inside him NOW!

Steve releases Eddie’s cock to grab his hip, stilling him before gently pulling his fingers free. Then he hands Eddie the lube. “Slick me up, baby. Make sure we’re both nice and wet for you to take me.”

Eddie’s movements are jerky and uncoordinated, and he knows he uses way too much but it doesn’t matter, because in the space of a few seconds he’s got Steve’s cock notched at his empty hole and is sinking down finally, finally.

“Fuck, Eddie, ” Steve groans, head thrown back as Eddie works himself down, taking Steve faster than he probably should but can’t seem to stop.

Only once Eddie’s settled in Steve’s lap, skin feeling like it’s on fire and like he’s going to die right here, does Steve gasp and seem to come back to himself.

“Shit, condom—”

Eddie’s already shaking his head, rolling his hips to adjust faster. “Don’t care. Breed me, daddy. Make me yours.”

“Fuuuuck, baby boy, god I can’t believe how perfect you are,” Steve praises, running his hands up Eddie’s sides and chest, plucking his nipples again. “So perfect for me. Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna breed his tight hole, keep you full and satisfied. Mark you up inside and out.”

Then, with a perfunctory swat on his ass that reminds Eddie of the hits he’s already taken, Steve brings his legs up, feet planted on the mattress, and gives Eddie his first proper thrust.

It’s a frenzy from there, like neither man can control themselves now that they get to have this. Eddie does his best to hang on, leaning back enough so the angle of Steve’s cock hits his prostate on every pass. It’s divine, otherworldly, ethereal. The sounds Steve makes — that they’re both making — as he rearranges Eddie’s guts and Eddie tries to keep himself up is better than any music. Punctuated by the slapping of his cock against Steve’s stomach on every down pass, Eddie’s not going to last like this.

“God, holy shit,” Steve curses, using his grip on Eddie’s waist to bring him down harder on his lap. “Fuck, Eddie— I love this. Love the way you feel around me. Love how you look riding me. Love—”

Eddie doesn’t hear the rest, the ringing in his ears too great — or maybe that’s the sound of his cries as he starts coming untouched, slamming himself down over and over again on Steve’s cock while his own unloads across Steve’s stomach, his chest, his own body because he’s kind of a fire hose and can’t control it.

“Fuck, yeah, baby! Take it! Take i— AH!” Steve moans, curses, screams as he hits his own peak, and Eddie swears he can feel every pulse of Steve’s come filling him exactly as he asked. 

He collapses like a marionette shortly after, no doubt crushing Steve beneath him, but the older man just holds Eddie through the aftershocks without complaint, pressing kisses to his temple and cheeks and anywhere else he can reach. Steve’s hands smooth up and down his back like he’s afraid to let go and, honestly, Eddie’s afraid of what might happen if he does. 

They’ve built this… thing, this tentative relationship based on months of so much foreplay and trust and keeping each other at arm's length that now, in the afterglow of their new reality, Eddie is terrified that he’ll be found lacking. That now that he has Steve in his grasp, the man is going to realize it wasn’t worth the months of waiting.

“I can hear you panicking, sweet boy,” Steve mutters into the quiet, and oh god, his dick is still in Eddie’s body, softening but still present, while Eddie’s brain spirals. “I told you you were mine and you are. You are.” 

Steve’s hold on his grows tighter even as his soft cock finally slips out, and Eddie tries not to whine at the loss because Steve continues to hold him, rubbing his back and kissing his face. 

“I am,” Eddie mutters quietly against the sweaty skin of Steve’s neck. “Yours. And you’re mine?”

Steve hooks a finger under Eddie’s chin, bringing his face up to kiss him on the lips. “All yours, baby boy.”

[novacorpsrecruit]

Bound by the Situation

Day 21 Steddie Kinktober prompts from @infinite-orangepeel on twitter

Mature • wc 771 • tw improper packing tape usage • prompt: accidental kink discovery

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“Harrington!” Eddie called from the stock room of the Family Video. “Need your help!”

It was new inventory day, which meant Keith scheduled an extra person to help with the new inventory. Three Family Video employees always seemed like too much on a Tuesday afternoon — even with the new inventory, but Eddie, Steve and Robin weren’t going to argue about sharing a shift together. Robin waved Steve off as she flipped her magazine. She knew the risk of sending Eddie and Steve off together. She may not see them until the end of their shift. But with as slow as it was, she almost didn’t care. She had more quiet time for reading. She could put on her own music and nobody would complain if they’re sucking face.

Steve pushed the door to the back room, catching Eddie with the roll of shipping tape in his hands and at least once around his wrists. He grinned sheepishly at Steve. “A little help?”

“I don’t know how you want me to help,” Steve said, feeling his throat go dry. He crossed his arms. “What are you even doing anyway?”

“I was wondering if I could break through this,” Eddie said. “Like if my wrists were bound? If I could break it.”

“If your wrists were bound,” Steve repeated.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Like if I was kidnapped or held hostage.”

“You were taping your wrists together,” Steve said slowly, his eyes traveling down Eddie’s body to his wrists.

“To see if I could break free,” Eddie completed his sentence. “Now bind me.”

“Okay,” Steve breathed, stepping into Eddie’s space. He took the roll of tape from Eddie’s hands, slowly wrapping it around his wrists. Steve could feel a rush of excitement, a pool of heat in his gut, as he assumes he couldn’t wait to see Eddie test his strength. He’d wonder if he could convince Eddie to try it on him, as well.

“Tighter,” Eddie commanded. Steve obeyed. He wrapped it around tighter three more times, letting Eddie test the restraints before giving a nod. “Perfect. Now cut it.”

Steve leaned down, taking the tape between his teeth and tearing it, leaning back to pull it apart.

“Fuck —“

Steve looked up at Eddie as he laid down the end of the tape. He had a grin plastered on his face — the same troublesome grin that Steve knew meant trouble. That Eddie was up to something. The same lopsided grin that pulled the scar tissue tight. The same grin that Steve loved.

“That was hot.”

Steve rolled his eyes, taking a step back. “Okay, Eds,” he said, gesturing to his bound wrists. “Do your thing.”

Eddie yanked at his wrists, the tape didn’t budge. He struggled for a minute before searching for another attempt. He tried bringing it against his hip to no avail. He tried twisting his wrists to see if it helped loosen the tape, but it may have made it worse. He grunted as he lifted his hands above his head, attempting pulling his wrists apart.

And Steve?

Steve watched from the distance, feeling himself go almost lightheaded with desire as he watched his boyfriend struggle against the the tape, binding his wrists together. Steve audibly closed his mouth, letting the saliva pool in his mouth before swallowing. He couldn’t help but admire Eddie as he tried to fight the restraints, his body thrashing from side to side, the chain on his jeans jingling, as he could not break free. He lifted his eyes to Steve, and Steve couldn’t hold back any further.

Steve nearly pounced on Eddie, his hand quickly covering the bound wrists above Eddie’s head. Eddie audibly swallowed. “Steve?”

“I think —“ Steve breathed, collecting the thoughts buzzing around his head. “I think we need to take the tape home with us tonight.”

“Home?” Eddie asked, his eyes big like a baby deer.

“Yeah,” Steve said, nodding slowly. “Think you look real pretty tied up like this.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. The realization suddenly dawned on Eddie of what Steve was asking. “You like me tied up, big boy? Like me on display for you?”

“Keeps you in one place, doesn’t it?” Steve asked with a smirk. He pressed a hot kiss on the corner of his jaw, nipping at the skin lightly as he squeezed his wrists in his hand. “Oh the things I’d do to you like this, Pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Bathroom. Now.”

Eddie slipped out of Steve’s grip with ease as he pulled Steve towards the employee bathroom. “Robin! 15 minute break!”

“Disinfect the room, you perverts!” She yelled back.

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[wynnyfryd]

@cranberrymoons this is hot ur hot. also i’m fucking obsessed with this dialogue:

Eddie lets out a little huff, shoulders slumping. “You know I hate the word boyfriend. It makes us sound like teenagers.”

“Too bad. You want to pour candle wax all over my ass or whatever it is you’re planning, you’re not going to call me your whatever while you’re doing it.”

[odderstuff]

Take Me To The Stars

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word count: 3,135

Description:

Steve is surprised, then, when he produces a sheet of paper. No, not a sheet of paper - a sheet of stickers; gold, sparkly star stickers. He peels one off and then leans over to press it onto Steve’s cheek, following it with a kiss.

“Ed - wha-” Steve stammers out, feeling very hot in the face.

“Reward sticker,” Eddie explains. “For being the best little barista in Hawkins.”

Oh.

Steve is…into that, and it must show on his face, because Eddie absolutely cackles.

“Keep being a good boy for me,” he says. “And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

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Or: Eddie finds a way to make his compliments stick

[steddie-island]

Only Have Eyes (For You)

Kinktober prompt: Lingerie

Eddie loses a bet. Or Eddie wins a bet?

[becomingfoxes]

More kinktober fun with Ghostface steddie!

You can find the uncropped versions on Twitter or pillowfort

🖤🎃🔪

I will be posting more pieces throughout November as I finish up several wips I couldn't get done and updating the ao3 collection with all pieces when I get the free time 🥰

[starthecozy]

Kinktober prompt 16: aftercare / tattoos

After getting way too enthusiastic about Steve's new tattoo, Eddie is taking care of him with slow devotion (inprnt)

bonus: front view

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 20something: Steve/Eddie

& lingerie

MDNI - rated E - read on ao3 - cw: feminization, babygirlification of Steve Harrington, mm sex

Steve had been studying all day and he was exhausted. He’d thrown comfortable clothes on because he wasn’t planning on seeing anyone. So yeah. Maybe he’d forgotten about Robin’s biweekly game night and maybe he’d forgotten that his pants were too big and his shirt a bit too short. The gasp behind him made him remember. 

“Are those?”

He straightened up from where he’d been bent over to scrounge for food in the fridge. Oh no. 

“Oh no. Fucking hell, Eddie. C’mere. C’mere.” He hissed as he shoved him into his bedroom and shut the door. Eddie gaped at him. 

“Please don’t tell anyone. I just wear them… because they make me feel… pretty.”

Eddie’s eyes were as big as saucers and Steve couldn’t look at him. He twisted the hem of his shirt in his hands and looked down. He really didn’t even know Eddie very well. He was a new addition to their game night, tagging along with Nancy and Jonathan. Jonathan had raved about Eddie’s music and art, Steve couldn’t remember if they were in the same class or had met somewhere else.

“You are.”

“What?”

Eddie’s face was flushed and he was pulling his hair in front of his mouth now. Why was he nervous?

“You are pretty. Even more with the panties,” he was sliding his hand between his to stop his fidgeting. Hearing Eddie say the word made him groan. “Can I?”

Steve nodded, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to but being pulled in by this energy crackling between them. 

Eddie slid his other hand to the lace waistband of the underwear that was just visible over his pants. Eddie traced along his hip, his warm fingertips creating goosebumps. 

Eddie looked up from under his eyelashes at him and a shiver went up his spine. He was looking at him like he wanted to eat him alive. Steve pulled his hands out of Eddie’s and his face closed off and he stepped back, dropping both hands away from Steve.

“You really think that?” Steve closed the distance between them again. 

Eddie nodded, still unsure. Steve took another step towards him and he backed up. With another step he fell back onto his bed with a little yelp. 

Steve stayed standing and pulled his shirt off. 

“So pretty,” Eddie breathed. “Should get you a bra to match, would look great on your tits.”

Steve gasped and Eddie’s gaze shot to his face. “Oh, he likes that, huh? Like being a pretty girl, huh? Show off your pretty things and get all the compliments?”

Steve swallowed. He’d never thought of it like that. Stepping closer, he slid his fingers across his belly and down to the waistband of his pants, sliding his hand down the front of them. 

“Fuck, you’re loving this. Your pussy all wet for me?”

Steve whined, palming his dick through the soft fabric. “Yeah,” he huffed. He’d never felt this way before. Eddie’s rough voice saying these nasty things to him in such a sweet way was scrambling his insides. He pushed closer to him, but Eddie was just watching. With a small smirk, he slowly slid his pants down off his hips and stepped out of them. 

Eddie sucked in a breath and Steve watched his fingers twitch with the need to touch. He didn’t know why he was holding himself back. Just as he was going to sink into his lap, Eddie raised a hand and twirled a finger around. 

“Turn around, baby, let me see,” he directed. Steve giggled as he let out a punched out moan when he showed him the cheeky backside. “God damn, can I- please,” before he could get the rest of it out Steve had turned and straddled his lap. Eddie’s hands grabbed handfuls of his ass and stared at his barely contained dick. 

Steve writhed on his lap, sliding his hands into his thick curls. 

“Look at you, Stevie. So fucking gorgeous.” Eddie pressed his thumb into the wet spot forming on the front of his panties, rubbing the head of his cock to make him groan. Steve whined when he popped the thumb into his own mouth. “So sorry, sweetheart. Here you go.” Steve sucked the thumb into his own mouth when it was offered. “He’s such a needy thing, look at him all spread out on my lap in just his little panties. Practically begging for it.”

Steve nodded around the thumb, loving the way Eddie was staring at him and speaking about him like he wasn’t there. 

The world spun around him and he found himself laying back on his bed and Eddie between his legs. Eddie licked up the inside of his thigh. He could feel himself trembling but couldn’t stop it. 

“Settle down baby. I’m gunna take care of you.” He licked up the length of his dick through the fabric. “Gunna ruin these little panties, how’s that sound? I’ll buy you so many more,” he mumbled against his balls. 

“Please,” Steve whined. His fingers tangled into Eddie’s hair as he continued to tease against him with his tongue and nose. Eddie pulled away but Steve held back the complaint when he reached into his bedside drawer. 

“Wow, Stevie, quite the impressive collection,” he chuckled. Steve palmed at his dick through the damp fabric and preened. He was proud of his toys and especially all these nasty compliments. 

Eddie propped one of his legs up and after shoving the panties aside slid wet fingers across his hole. 

“Gunna make a mess in your pretty little panties for me, darling?” Steve squirmed as Eddie pressed a finger in to rub against his prostate. He leaned forward to rumble in his ear, “Come for me and then you can ride my cock, pretty. So I can watch these tits bounce.” He pinched into his pec muscle and Steve came with a shout. “There we go, so good for me.”

Eddie continued opening him up while teasing him infuriatingly. Nosing against his spent cock, licking into his belly button, reaching up to flick a nipple. Finally when Steve thought he was going to die from overstimulation, Eddie pulled away and switched their positions again. He undid Eddie’s jeans and yanked them off his legs, impatient. Eddie held his panties to the side for him as he sunk down onto him. 

“So pretty. This is what he needed, huh? Fucking himself on a cock in his dirty panties?”

“Oh my god,” Steve whined. He settled himself forward on his hands to change the angle and could only stare down at Eddie wide eyed as he got himself off. 

Eddie’s hands were everywhere, grabbing and pushing at his ass, plucking the waistband of his panties against him, and when he got close to coming again, wrapped around his throat. 

“Go ahead, babydoll, come again for me. Fill up these panties. You got another one in you, right?”

Steve came untouched thinking about all the filthy things Eddie’s voice and eyes promised. 

@lighthousebeams

[midsummer-semantics]

Fortune Favors the Bold

Back with part 2 of Steddie Kinktober Bingo! Cross-posted on ao3 as well!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, Teacher-Student Relationship, Pre-Relationship, still but we're getting there, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, dom/sub dynamics, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, WELCOME BACK SUB EDDIE, Mutual Masturbation, Jerk off Instruction, Kinktober, Marijuana, Eddie smokes because duh but he's completely in control of his actions

Summary:

Eddie’s probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steve’s dirty little secret, he replied to the last one with a secret message of his own:

That can still be arranged.

Or: The semester may have ended, but Eddie's obsession with his professor definitely hasn't.

[divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics]

Keep reading below for the fic! ⤵️

Eddie’s probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steve’s dirty little secret, he replied to the last one with a secret message of his own:

That can still be arranged.

He then sent Steve a quick email saying “Thank you so much for the private lessons. The last research project is done. I look forward to working with you closely in the future,” and then closed his laptop and screamed into his pillow for two straight minutes.

It was bold. More bold than the claim that landed him in those private sessions, but maybe not as bold as Steve had been.

His professor, of course, one-ups him again a few days later with a reply:

His personal number. Steve sent Eddie his personal fucking phone number.

Eddie screams into his pillow again for good measure.

It takes a week and a half of spiraling, several started and deleted texts, an aborted call to his best friend Chrissy (because honestly, he can’t tell her about this, it’s a complete breach of trust with Steve), and maybe a few too many hits off a joint before Eddie finally plucks up the courage to put that number to use.

It’s three days until Christmas and Eddie’s stoned in his childhood bedroom, his uncle at work because even this close to the holiday, the old man can’t catch a break.

He’d taken screenshots of all the secret messages and put them in a locked folder on his phone, reading back through them periodically to use as jerk-off material. Steve really did have a vivid imagination that he managed to convey in so few words. Shakespeare would give his left arm for half of the homoeroticism that Steve can produce in two lines of prose.

Eddie stubs the roach out, leans back against the wall — because 16-year-old Eddie didn’t have a bed frame with a headboard so 29-year-old Eddie gets to go without while he’s visiting Wayne — and pulls up Steve’s contact.

It’s only 8:15pm, a perfectly reasonable time to contact a professor about a homework question. That is, if it wasn’t winter break, and Eddie was still his student, and he actually had a homework question to ask him.

Whatever, he thinks. Steve told him to call him if he needs anything. And Eddie is in bed, half-chubbed from the messages he was re-reading for the millionth time, hazy from the weed, and needing to hear his professor’s voice even for a second.

He presses the number to dial before he can think twice about it, holding the phone up to his ear as the line rings, readjusts himself in his boxers, and waits. 

“Hello, Steve Harrington speaking,” a voice answers after the third ring.

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, momentarily rendered speechless. For some reason, he had it in his mind that Steve gave him a phony number, that maybe he imagined the entire thing and was living out some kind of insane vivid dream for the last few weeks.

“Hello?” Steve says again, knocking Eddie out of his momentary stupor.

“Hello, professor,” Eddie chirps, cringing when he realizes how eager he sounds. He tries to backtrack. “Sorry, I know it’s late, and you’re probably with family, and — shit, why did I think this was a good idea—”

“Whoa, Eddie?” Steve interrupts, not sounding the least bit angry, but almost… happy? Definitely surprised, but not in a bad way, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “It’s me. Sorry. I know you told me to call you if I needed anything, but I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”

“I was serious,” Steve says. “I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you’d actually take up the offer.”

“Oh? Why not?”

If Eddie’s phone had a chord, he’d be twirling it around his finger as he settles more comfortably against the wall and his bed, legs splayed out in front of him over the flannel sheets.

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re calling instead,” Steve prompts gently. “What do you need?”

So many things, Eddie’s mind supplies.

“I- uh…” he stammers instead, trying to come up with a good reason to have bothered his (former) professor this late during holiday break. “I wanted to know if you’ll be available next semester to do more private lessons. Seeing as I’m not on your roaster for the spring.”

There’s some shuffling in the background that Eddie can’t decipher before Steve speaks up. “Oh? Well, I don’t see why not. I’m only teaching two classes so I can focus on my next manuscript, so I’ll have a bit of free time that I’d be happy to dedicate to my favorite.” There’s a short pause before Steve tacks on, “Student.”

Eddie tries to hide the gasp he lets out by pulling the phone away from his face, reaching down with his free hand to cup his straining erection through his boxers. Even just hearing Steve’s voice is enough to have him leaking into the fabric. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

“Great,” Eddie chokes, a little high pitched even in his own ears. “Great. I’ll still be free Thursday evenings if that works for you.”

Steve hums, more shuffling happening for a moment. “Sure, that works for me. But, Eddie, I can’t exactly offer you reprieve on a project or anything if you’re not my student next semester. And while I would love to assume you’re asking for the sheer opportunity to learn, I have to ask…”

There’s a pause, during which Eddie’s heart migrates to his throat.

“What do you really hope to gain from these private lessons?”

Eddie can feel himself starting to sweat, even though he’s only wearing his boxers and the heater in the old trailer is shit.

“I—” he mutters, “I guess… um… whatever you’re willing to give me?” He says it like a question, but the alternative is begging for something, anything, that Steve is willing to provide.

Steve tsks on the other end of the line, how voice slightly deeper, huskier when he speaks again. “Come on, Eddie. You can do better than that. Where’s all those words you poured into your research projects? All that confidence when you’re claiming Jonson was a self-important asshole for publishing his complete works in seven volumes?”

Eddie bites his lip hard to prevent a whine from escaping, squeezing the base of his dick harder to keep from coming.

“Dunno what my options are,” Eddie tries. He’s fishing, he knows he is, deflecting in the hopes that Steve just tells him what to do so Eddie can let him take the reins and he doesn’t have to think. Between the weed coursing through his bloodstream and Steve’s voice coursing through his synapses, he’s entirely out of his own control, and he needs more of this weightless oblivion.

“Well,” Steve grunts. There’s more shuffling and a quiet goran. “I can talk to the department about a GA placement. Make you my assistant for the semester.”

Eddie’s almost taken out of the fantasy by that offer. Grad assistants get tuition reprieve and a regular paycheck. Normally those positions only go to PhD students, but a GA at the MA level would severely reduce the debt he’s going into for this program.

“Or,” Steve continues, “I could offer an independent study course. One unit to help knock one of those extra required ones down for graduation.”

That’s also a fantastic offer. Some of those units are meant to go toward writing his thesis, but he doesn’t want to take them all at once and end up paying more in the long run.

But that’s not why Eddie called him. It’s not even why he took Steve up on his initial offer for private lessons. He wanted to learn, sure, but mostly he wanted to spend time with the older man. He wanted his attention solely on him, and he has it right now, unmitigated by academic or bureaucratic red tape, and he wants to keep that going.

“With respect, sir,” Eddie hedges, knowing this is already a dangerous game that they’re playing, but too down bad to consider quitting now. “Getting to spend more time with you is all the incentive I really need.”

It’s quiet on the other line for a moment, long enough for Eddie to start panicking again.

“Tell me, Eddie,” Steve says, his tone still deep and inviting. “Are you willing to be a good boy for me?”

This time, Eddie doesn’t prevent a low groan from escaping him, slouching on the bed as he squeezes his cock again, his legs falling open automatically.

“Yes, sir,” he mutters, almost a whine, but not quiet. Not yet.

“I meant what I said, you know. In those little messages. You really don’t know what you do to me, baby boy,” Steve rasps. Eddie thinks he hears the click of a bottle opening, a soft groan breathed into the phone’s speaker right into Eddie’s fuzzy brain, before unmistakable slow, slick sounds begin. “The amount of times I’ve had to fuck my fist right after you leave my office…” Steve continues, his voice a little more ragged than before. “God, the janitors would be pissed at the messes I’ve made.”

Eddie awkwardly shoves his boxers down one-handed and kicks them off haphazardly, grasping his own copiously leaking cock and giving it a few quick, over-dry strokes. The friction makes him hiss even as he moans.

“Oh, sweet thing,” Steve coos. “Too eager to use lube?”

It’s like Steve really is watching him; how does he know Eddie’s just raw-dogging his dick like this? He’s almost 30, he knows better than to jerk one out without something to ease the glide. But his lube is in his bathroom bag, and he’d have to put the phone down to get it open, and he doesn’t want to miss a second of hearing Steve jerking off for him.

“Why don’t you put a couple of fingers between those pretty lips for me? Get your hand nice and wet before you hurt yourself,” Steve instructs.

Eddie has three fingers in his mouth before he can mutter a yes, sir, but he tries to get the words around the intrusion anyway, burning with mortification at his eagerness when he hears Steve chuckle in his ear.

“That’s it, baby boy. Suck on those pretty fingers for me. I bet you look so good with your mouth full.”

Eddie can feel the drool starting to collect between his fingers and slide down his palm, his eyes rolling back at the combination between having his mouth stuffed and Steve’s voice whispering filthy praise in his ear.

“Alright, baby. Now get your hand on your cock and let me hear you sing for me.”

Eddie pulls his fingers from his mouth and wraps his wet hand around himself, the glide much easier. The moan he lets out is entirely too loud, too telling of how turned on he is, but he can’t stop it. 

“That’s it, pretty one. Let me hear you. God,  you sound so good.”

Eddie can hear the slick sounds of Steve beating off on the other line, the less than quiet groans the older man lets out in response to Eddie’s too-loud ones. 

“I bet you look so pretty all laid out, touching your cock. Are you naked, Eddie?”

Eddie gasps, twisting his fist around the head of his dick and nodding dumbly. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Are you wet for me?”

Eddie looks down at this cock, the head deep red and spurting pre-come like a leaky faucet.

“So fucking wet,” Eddie pants, eyes squeezing shut so he can focus on the sounds Steve breathes into the phone.

“I want to eat you out, baby boy. Would you like that? Bend you over my desk and spank your ass ‘til it’s red before tongue fucking you ‘til you come all over yourself?”

“Steve —” Eddie keens, feeling his balls draw tight, right on the edge.

“Gonna come for me, baby? That’s okay. Come whatever you want to. I’m not stopping until I’ve finished,” Steve says. It sounds vaguely threatening, but holy fuck, is it exactly the permission Eddie needs to trigger his orgasm. Come shoots out of him, landing over his fist, stomach, chest, even a bit on his neck as he moans and mewls through it.

“Fuck yeah,” Steve mutters, before loosing a deep groan of his own that lets Eddie know his professor is coming as well.

There’s a lot of heavy breathing between them stuttering down the phone line as both men attempt to catch their breath. Eddie needs a shower, maybe a baptism after the religious experience that is hearing Steve Harrington come.

“You okay, pretty one?’ Steve mutters after several agonizing minutes.

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums, mouth dry and body completely wrung out. “Yeah, ‘m perfect.”

“Yeah you are,” Steve agrees, that delicate condescension back in his tone. Eddie can feel himself being tugged toward sleep, and of course it’s like Steve already knows. “Clean yourself up a bit, baby, and then you can sleep all you want.”

“Will you—” he starts and then stops, not wanting to voice his thoughts out loud and come off too needy after everything.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you until you’re tucked back in bed,” Steve answers, all-knowing as always. “And after Christmas we can talk about your private lessons for the spring.”

Eddie doesn’t meant to whine, he doesn’t, but Steve just fucked his brains out without being anywhere near him and he doesn’t want to wait four days before he talks to him again.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. You can still call me whenever you need something. That offer still stands,” Steve promises.

“Okay,” Eddie replies. “Thank you, sir.”

“Anytime, Eddie. Really.”

[lostalioth]

☆ hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i don’t even know attempt at doing kinktober lmaoo. now as always i can never seem to finish kinktobers which is why i lower how many days i do as well as i pick a variety of characters to write for so i don’t get bored writing all month for the same 3-4. the same as last year i will plan on posting a fic sort of every other day so (sun, tue, thur, sat) which is why it’ll be 18 days and not 31. if you recognize any as repeats in last years kinktober prompt lists, yes i carried some over from past lists that i didn’t get to.

☆ i do not do taglists on any of my fics and kinktober is no expection however you can follow my library acc → @aliothslibrary i reblog all my fics on that account seconds after i post it, and only my fics so if you wanna be notified of my posts for kinktober follow that acc and put notifications on :) you can also search up the tag #lostalioth kinktober for all my past kinktober fics etc.

☆ MY BLOG IS 18+ MEANING MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!! ALL OF THESE FICS INCLUDE SMUT AND EACH WILL HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS.

day one → body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky

day two → dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harrington 

day three → high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson

day four → bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker

day five → creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson

day six → face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector

day seven → piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes

day eight → pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester

day nine → obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett

day ten → overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara

day eleven → semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant

day twelve → dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson

day thirteen → cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington

day fourteen → free use + primal play w/ logan howlett

day fifteen → lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes

day sixteen → edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers

day seventeen → caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester

day eighteen → double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie

☆ hope you enjoy my babes!! please send me feedback, don’t be shy to comment or reblog your reactions to the days as i love seeing how you guys feel about my fics :) thankk you so much for reading and supporting my writing if you do and if you don’t for whatever reason that is perfectly fine as well!!

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Rating: Explicit Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Stranger Things Kinktober, Steddie Kinktober (Stranger Things), POV Eddie Munson, bored and ignored, Bottom Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Butt Plugs, Dildos, Praise Kink, Face Slapping, Anal Sex, Riding, Doggy Style, Hair-pulling, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial, Spit Kink, body painting, Degradation, but its all very soft and loving, or like mean and loving maybe, Miniature painting Series: Part 8 of hey baby, I could use just a little help: kinktober 2024, Part 3 of deeds that move the wheels of the world Summary:

“Good boy,” Eddie says with a smile, and then picks up the Gothmog miniature he’d been working on. “Now,” he says, considering it with a little smile, “do you think his cloak needs to be a darker gray?”

kinktober prompts: dom/sub & colours

[blckbrrybasket]

31. “Body Electric”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

꒰Cucking + Breeding Kink꒱ - 1.9k

• unprotected sex, cuck!eddie, teasing, consent checking/color system, cream pie, somewhat feral Steve?

kinktober m.list

If someone had told Eddie a year ago that Steve Harrington was fucking his girlfriend in front of him with his consent, he would have laughed in their fucking face. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington with his girl? No way. And now, well they weren’t exactly friends.

The two were never super close, but they trusted each other. There was no way around trusting each other after being forced together in a group to save the world, or whatever. A year later and they still had somewhat limited contact. Having so many mutual friends now left them seeing each other more and more.

Apparently the trust went deeper than Eddie was consciously aware, because when thinking of a guy to sleep with you for Eddie to watch, you both ultimately landed on Steve. The two of you were always up for trying new things, so when Eddie proposed him being cucked you didn’t shoot down the idea.

You were intrigued to say the least and you were both aware of how Steve looked at you. He was no homewrecker, always keeping a safe distance, but when Eddie called him to ask if he wanted to sleep with you? At first he laughed awkwardly, thinking it was a cruel joke, but when that notion was cleared he had immediately said yes.

You were smart, hot, and he got to fuck you in front of Eddie, a perfect deal. Steve had no qualms with Eddie, but he did love the idea of cucking him. Of course Eddie set ground rules, the biggest one being not doing anything you wouldn’t like. The second? That Eddie is in charge even when he wasn’t the one fucking you.

Steve groaned at it, but agreed when Eddie threatened to find somebody else. Truthfully, there was no one else he could think of, but it didn’t hurt to make Steve sweat a bit. Day of, you restlessly sat on the bed while Eddie welcomed Steve into his trailer. Your legs dangled off the side of the mattress, feet dragging over the worn carpet to settle your nerves.

A creak came from the ground and you perked up, head lifting to see Eddie with Steve standing behind him. Your eyes bounced between them, Eddie being the first to walk over to you. “You’re sure you want this, right?” You murmured an “uh huh”, chin in between Eddie’s ringed fingers when he leaned down to kiss your lips. 

Instantly any doubt melted away, soothed by his chapped lips. “Okay. Anytime you want to back out,” he whispered against your lips. “I say red,” you finished, giggling against his lips as you repeated what he had said multiple times. Eddie pulled back, cupping your cheek to shake your head from side to side.

“Don’t be a brat when I’m about to let Stevie fuck you.” The reaction to the name was instantaneous, both you and Steve groaning at it. Eddie chuckled, pecking your lips quickly before backing up to sit on a chair he had set near the corner of his room. Steve took his cue, entering the small room. “Eager?” He smirked at Eddie already being prepared, getting flipped off in response.

However, Steve was not easily deterred, making his way to stand between your legs. “This okay?” He made sure on top of Eddie's earlier worries. You rolled your eyes at him, “Kiss me already.” Steve chuckled. “Bossy? We’ll fix that.” And god, you didn’t know how true that statement would be. You always assumed Steve only had one mode which was gentle loverboy. 

The first half was very tender. It was a clear change of pace from how you and Eddie usually ripped each other's clothes off of each other. Steve liked to build up suspense, treating you like you were made of glass. He had slipped each piece of clothing off until you were watching with rapt attention as he finally took his own clothes off.

You sighed, hands hovering before you touched his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be so hairy,” you laughed, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest. Steve couldn’t help but be proud, unable to see Eddie’s pouty expression but he could guess it was present. Steve’s hands found your arms, guiding you to lean back as he climbed between your legs. 

He purposefully laid you upside down on the bed so he could give Eddie a closer view at your face when he fucked you. “Are you ready?” Steve asked. Your head naturally tilted back to look at Eddie, making Steve tut. “Ah, ah, not him. I asked you.” Steve’s thumb and index finger pinched your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Yes.”

He grinned, hands sliding down to grab your thighs, lifting them to press to your chest. Steve slid his arm to the backs of your knees, keeping them up. His other hand traced over your mound to slide down between your folds. “So wet already,” he mused. “Is she always this wet, Eddie?” Eddie scoffed, listening to the slick sounds as Steve played with you. 

“Yeah, she is.” Eddie tongued at the inside of his bottom lip, blood flowing to his hardening dick. This wasn’t about him though. While you were too preoccupied with Steve thrusting two fingers into your pretty pussy, he would know if he jerked off. This was about you. Eddie wouldn’t receive any pleasure and yes that’s what he wanted, but it didn’t make his hands loosen from their fists. He must have been whisked away in his thoughts, interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“I think she’s loose enough,” Steve commented, looking down at you. “You think you’re ready to take me, honey?” You nodded, cunt drooling over Steve’s sticky fingers as he pulled them from you. “Words, sweetheart.” “Yeah, yes, please, Steve.” He smirked, grabbing his painfully hard cock, letting your legs settle back to a more natural position. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand, swallowing when you saw the girth of his length. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You looked up at Steve, relaxing back at his words; Eddie relaxing the moment he saw you sink into his bed. His dark eyes were trained on the two of you, watching Steve press into you. Eddie’s heart thumped precariously as he waited to see your reaction. Your face was scrunched up, but you were still breathing steadily, taking it perfectly.

Steve pressed his hand to the side of your head, breathing in deeply. “Knew you could do it.” Your eyes fluttered open, staring up at his pleased expression. He was everywhere, at least you felt like he was. The burn of the stretch began to taper off, faster now that his thumb was playing with your clit. He felt your ridged walls contract and he chuckled. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed in a breathy voice, eyes sliding shut again as you tilted your head back. Slow and soft is once again how it started off. Deep thrusts brushed against all the spots your fingers couldn’t reach. You were so deep into the pleasure you could barely register when his thrusts began picking up.

It wasn’t until you heard Eddie’s groan, opening your eyes to look at him, did you notice how your view was unsteady, shaken by each pound. Steve drove back into you repeatedly, unashamed moans spilling from his lips. You hiccuped, chest rising before falling when you cried out. “Shit, Steve,” you groaned, head turning back to him.

His perfect hair was a mess, loose strands curling on his forehead and bouncing with his movements. Steve flicked his eyes up to watch your face, irises eclipsed by lustful pupils. “Yeah?” He grunted. “So beautiful. You’re so…beautiful.” He blew out the air from his lungs, leaning against your body now.

Ducking his head, he wrapped his lips around one of your soft nipples, sucking on it. It was enough for him to whine, tongue laving over it as he raised and lowered his head as if he was trying to manually make it harden. Steve’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot, eyes glancing up at you as you gave a strangled moan.

He smirked around your tit, popping off to bend over you. Steve’s chest pressed to yours, bodies tangled together while your guts tightened together, his spit on your chest smearing onto his chest hair. “Steve, Steve, oh…Eddie!” Even without Eddie being the one to fuck you, you couldn’t help but moan your boyfriends name. Steve’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly, glancing at Eddie who looked ready to leap out of his chair. 

He shot Eddie a look as if to say ‘stay seated.’ and some other unmentioned choice words. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, looking back down at you as he grew close to finishing. Eddie caught on to what he was planning, glaring immediately. 

“Steve,” Eddie grumbled the warning, hand retightening into a fist on the top of his thigh. Steve grinned salaciously, “I know, I know.” he responded to your mewls, choosing to ignore Eddie. “He’s being mean right?” Steve knew what he was doing, eyes glinting as he stared eddie down, mouth lowered by your ear. You didn’t know why Eddie was being mean, or about what, but it sounded right in your blissed out state.

“You want it, want my cum…but what Eddie says goes, honey.” The seed was planted, making you realize what Eddie didn’t want. “Eddie please,” you begged him to let Steve cum inside you, needing it. Eddie clenched his jaw, teeth straining under the force. “Babe..” he started, but you were too far gone to realize that you were being bratty. “Please, please, please,” you cried, tears collecting on your waterline. You were so close, unable to cum without confirmation.

“You should give her what she wants.” Steve hummed, bouncing your ass off his hips as he continued thrusting within you, teetering on the edge. It was a dangerous game, though, it was one that paid off. “Go ahead,” Eddie conceded. Steve’s lips curled up into a more sinister smile when he received permission.

Steve pressed his sweaty cheek to yours, skin sticking together. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum, of my babies? Fuck you so full…let you swell with ‘em.” Eddie’s eyes widened as you deliriously nodded, sob ripping through you as you clenched around Steve’s cock.

Even Steve seemed surprised by the outburst reaction. “Oh, you want that? Want to be full of my babies, fucking nasty.” he laughed, hips stuttering as he tapered off into a groan. His balls tightened, slapping once more against you before he stilled for a second. “Yes, yeah, take my cum, honey. Make it take.” Steve’s hot spurts of cum filled you up as you shook at the feeling.

Eddie licked his teeth with a laser focus on you as you seemed to fight to cum. Steve’s fingers found your clit, pinching it to send you spiraling. White hot stars bloomed beneath your eyelids as you came, back arching against Steve. Steve chuckled breathlessly, looking back at Eddie.

His hips resumed, grinding forward to push his cum deeper into your cunt. Eddie’s unamused expression came back as he spoke up, “That’s enough.” Steve pants, nodding compliantly as he slowly came back down to earth. His palms rubbed at your hips, hissing as he pulled out, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy.

You tensed at the feeling, his cum seeping out onto Eddie's comforter. You didn’t want to let go of the feeling, cunt feeling so warm and gooey. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mused, looking at your spent body, getting up.

Steve was already checking on you, hand smoothing over your head. “Are you okay, honey?” In a daze, you give a dopey smile and laugh. “So good.”

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DAY 26

Eddie has a howling wolf poster, I know it to be true.

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