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If anyone has any smutty kinky fics/scenes/Tumblr fic you want to see me draw, send them my way! I can't make any promises but maybe!! đ
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âget too close to your muse & you, the artist, will lose all ability to decipher one shade from the next on your palette. keep your distanceâŚâ
fall quarter begins at the curly roots of eddie munsonâs ineffable head, runs itsâ 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.
âsay youâre drawing a bed of flowers,â his professor lectured a few weeks back, âwhat 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 itâs blurryâisnât it? itâs a big blobby blur of nothing. thatâs not very good life drawing, iâm afraid.â
flash forward to the presentâ
the bed is firm but comfortable. reminding you of itsâ presence.
it doesnât 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 canât stay away.
heâs struck by fear and temptation and self-loathing and a beauty that stings like a slap across the face.
eddieâs his roommate, his friend, his muse for the most important project of steveâs 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 wonât let them be together. in which touch is a small death each and every time.
steve flits to eddie like a dragonfly to waterâ
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.
âis it supposed to be soâŚ.erotic?â
eddie arches an eyebrow as steve traces the outline of his cock into his sketchbook.
âitâs not that erotic,â steve says, blushing into his charcoals, âbesides no one will know itâs you. itâs art.â
art is supposed to be weird & naked. now, hold still, & let me draw you.â
itâs definitely erotic.
there are rosesâde-thorned, for safetyâshrouding eddieâs dick & leaving a trail of pink petals across his pale thighs.
eddieâs hand is draped over his head; exuding a certain brattiness, lust, boredomâ
as if heâs 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 steveâs ear while milking him like a simple farm girl with nothing better to do.
fuck.
he canât be this close to eddie without losing his mind.
fuck. fuck. fuck.
itâs just a body. just limbs and a huge cock andâ
eddieâs quiet for a little while which is rare for him, before he pipes up again.
âwhat if we painted the flowers together?â
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.
âthe piece isnât supposed to be very colorful. iâm going for muted tones. thatâs why i picked the pale pinks and whites.â
eddie giggles a little and, itâs so cute, steve has to pinch his own thigh through his shorts just to maintain composure.
âi donât think youâre understandingâthe colors wouldnât change much. except for some more white, if you catch my drift,â eddie pumps his hand over his cock several times and mimes cumming stop the petals, âmight look cool. might get you extra points with that asshole professor of yours. youâve said he likes âshock value.ââ
âiâi guess youâre right. thatâs a prettyâŚ.different and uniqueâŚ.umâŚ.idea. yeah.â
itâs 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 rulesâkeeping a particular distance between artist & muse.
they lay side by side. sunlight streaming in through the blinds & bathing eddieâs spindly fingers in gold as he touches himself.
âharrington, donât act like you havenât been dreaming about this since day one,â eddie snarks, âiâve seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. your eyes are gonna burn holes in my ass if youâre not careful. touch that pretty cock of yours, lemme see you.â
before steve can do anything about it or change his mind, heâs 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.
âdidnât think you thought about me like that,â steve whines, watching as eddie edges himself methodicallyâ
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.
âi like a little pain,â he comments when he catches steveâs wide eyes, âand iâve always was hallucinating the first time i walked into this room and saw you on the bedâthought i was going into the light and seeing an angel.â
âyouâre so full of it.â
âiâd like to be full of you,â eddie breathes against steveâs neck, not allowing his lips to pass the barrier, âbut i donât know if you can handle me, big boy. youâre blushing like a nervous little schoolgirl.â
âam notââ
âare too, &, youâre about to cum just listening to my voice. itâs so crystal clear. look at youâfucking yourself so stupid.â
eddie looks so beautiful.
laying there like a forsaken god locked out of heaven.
steveâs 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 eddieâs shoulder with his freehand & kisses him until theyâre both seeing stars.
celestial explosions of pleasure & truth & this thing thatâs been growing violently between them since the moment they first met.
âiâm cumming. iâm gonnaâfuck steve, itâs gonna be on the flowersâi hope thatâs okayââ
they cum in tandem over petals of pink and white and thornless stems.
steve gets an A+.
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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 hadnât he let Robin take his phone or change the password last night? He had honestly thought if he was that blackout drunk he wouldâve just come home and passed out. But no.Â
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 wasnât more to the story.Â
âHello?â A deep voice answered and he dropped his phone.Â
âOh fuck. Huh?â He was looking at Robin's name, but who was this? Putting the phone back up to his ear, he could only stutter, âI-Iâm sorry, Iâm confused I guess. I was trying to call someone else.â
âWell at least I know your phone does make calls,â he mused. This strangerâs 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.Â
âIâm really sorry, Iâm trying to catch up on what my drunk self decided to do last night,â he winced. âI, um, apparently saved your number under my best friendâs name, for starters.â
The man chuckled and Steveâs dick stirred in his boxers. He was so fucked. âThat 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.â The endearment with the rich silky voice had him holding back a moan.Â
âO-okay. Um, could you tell me your name? Please?â
The man groaned and Steve heard rustling which had him imagining the man repositioning on his bed. Oh shit. âSo polite now, huh? Iâm Eddie. Start on Bumble, for your research.â He snorted and Steve winced.Â
âOh man, itâs going to be bad, isnât it?â Steveâs face flushed and he was glad this stranger couldnât see him.
âNot the worst drunken flirting Iâve been a part of, promise. Now,â Eddie yawned. âIâm going to go back to sleep I think. Some hot guy had me up late last night. Hopefully heâll call me back, though.â Steve couldnât hold back the whimper as Eddie apparently ramped up his flirting voice and his knees almost buckled.Â
âOh my god,â he breathed. âUhhh yeah, Iâm going to do that. Both of those things. Fuck.â
Eddie huffed a laugh and purred, âTalk to you later, Stevie,â before he hung up.Â
âHoly. Fucking. Shit.âÂ
Steve immediately went to the Bumble app and gasped. He had a ton of new matches and messages. Matches that were men. Heâd never made the change to his dating app when heâd allowed himself to face that part of him. Probably for this reason.Â
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.Â
âHoly shit,â 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 heâd 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.Â
There were a few prompts where Eddie had used the voice feature and Steve played the first one.Â
Eddieâs caramel voice resounded in his tiny kitchen and he gasped again. âI 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.â There was another little aggravating chuckle and Steve didnât hold back the moan.
âThis cannot be real.â Steve made himself go back to the beginning of the messages, knowing it was going to be embarrassing.Â
It was worse than he could imagine.Â
(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.Â
âHow are you functioning already this early? You were fucked-â
âRobin, I have a code red! A double code red. I donât-â
âWh-huh? What?â
âApparently I drunkenly hit on this fucking gorgeous dude on Bumble last night and itâs, oh shit,â he rubbed at his face with his free hand. âWell, maybe I didnât fuck it up completely because I just accidentally called him and he seemedâŚâ
âSeemed?â Robin prompted. He could hear her smirk through the phone.Â
âHe didnât seem put off. Like at all. He told me to catch up on our messages and call him back.â
âThatâs very cute.â
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.Â
(2:34am) Thanks, youâre 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 Eddieâs pictures and screenshotted his embarrassing nonsense and sent it to Robin.Â
âOh my god, Steve.â
âBobbi I swear to you I donât remember any of this but I mean I do think his voice is like the sexiest thing Iâve ever heard. His morning voice was like-â he groaned and Robin made fake gagging noises at him.Â
âYou said you accidentally called him today? So he gave you his number even after all of this disgustingness?â
âOh, yeah! And I somehow saved his number as you. So when I tried to call you this morning it was him.â He navigated back to his messages and opened the text thread for đŻ Robin BobinđŚâOh no.â
The messages werenât much more coherent but Steve understood what Eddie had meant when he said it cleared up some things on his end.Â
âI was texting him thinking I was texting you⌠about him⌠oh my god, Rob. What did I drink last night?â
(3:39am) hes soooo so so soooo forgoes
(3:39am) gorgus
(3:40am) gorgeus
(3:48am) Lol oh yeah?
(3:49am) I hope youâre home and safe, babe.
(3:50am) yah Iâm 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
âJesus Christ.â He chugged the rest of his coffee and sunk into the couch. âDude I kept demanding he call me but then yelled at him⌠thinking he was you calling. Telling you to stop calling me because âthe love of my lifeâ was going to call. Iâm never drinking again.â
âWhy did he put up with this? And still wants to talk to you! You must have some amazing pictures on your profile,â she laughed.
âWell you picked them.â
âOh,â she scoffed. âThen of course heâs in love with you.â
The texts kept coming.Â
(4:02am) want to lik ur face
(4:06am) Youâre cute.
(4:19am) boo I threw up âšď¸
(4:22am) Aww sweetheart are you okay?
(4:34am) malljng asleep
(4:35am) Me too. Get some rest, honey.
âHeâs so fucking sweet and amazing, Robs. All this shit I was doing and he was just worried about me. I canât call this guy back. I canât believe he answered when I called and woke him up.â
âHe clearly likes you, dipshit. Call him back!â
He tortured himself for the rest of the morning going through the messages on Bumble. He saved his number properly (Eddie đĽľđĽľđĽľ) and saw in his call log heâd missed a few calls and a FaceTime call from him the night before.Â
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 âthrowbackâ picture of him in his Scoops Ahoy uniform from years ago. But Eddie had commented on it, âYou wouldnât happen to still have this outfit, would you? đâ
Unsurprisingly, on a picture of Eddie in big black boots Steve had said, âI want u tk stomp on me w this boots.âÂ
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 Eddieâs voice prompts to continue to torture himself. How could he be so attracted to someoneâs voice? Their recorded voice, even. In person it had to be mind melting.Â
He texted Robin, triple checking that it was the correct thread.Â
(1:08pm) what if I move to Guam?
(1:09pm) that means you havenât called him yet?
(1:09pm) ofc not, Robin! Iâve already made a huge ass of myself
(1:10pm) if heâs interested in you he apparently likes huge asses đđđ
Steve groaned.
(1:10pm) why am I best friends with you again?
(1:11pm) cuz weâre 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.Â
âUm. Hi?â
âHi. I know I told you to call me but I figured Iâd jump the gun since I work later. Didnât want to miss you.â
âThatâs okay. Iâm, uh, Iâm very embarrassed, honestly.â He covered his eyes with his hand and scrunched into the couch. âI promise I donât do things like this.â
Eddie made a soft comforting noise. âItâs okay, Stevie. I promise it wasnât offensive. Intriguing, actually. Endearing.â
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.Â
âYouâre okay, though? I was mostly worried about you.â
âYeah, Iâm fine. Thanks for being so nice while I was being a menace.â
Eddie laughed. Steve pressed the phone against his face trying to get it closer to him. âYou werenât being a menace, sweetheart.â His honeyed voice cascaded over him and he made another simpering noise. âWhatâs got you all whimpery then?â
âFuck. Your voice,â he whined. He shouldnât 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.
âOh that was for real? I assumed that was just a line.â Eddie definitely made his voice even more dark and sexy and Steve whimpered for real. âMaybe itâs a good thing you never answered last night. Wouldâve kept your promise but been too out of it to remember.â
âKept my promise?â
Eddie chuckled. âYou told me you could come just from my voice.â
âFuuucckk. I mean maybe, Iâm hard from just listening to your prompts- uhhh,â he groaned.Â
âOh really?â His voice changed again to a more dark and sultry tone and Steveâs hips jolted up with a low moan. âGod you really are, arenât you?â
Steve did a little breathy âmhmâ and Eddie groaned, low and dirty.Â
âOh my god.â 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. âEddie-â
âHoly shit, if you keep saying my name like that Iâll be coming in my pants right after you.â
Steve grabbed the back of the couch to stop himself from reaching for his throbbing dick. He whined again, feeling so desperate already.Â
âYouâre okay, angel. So you went out last night? With your friend?â
âOh shit. Y-yeah. Finals are over.â
âAre you in school?â Eddieâs voice seemed to shift again but Steve just shook his head. Then realized he couldnât see him.Â
âAh- n-no, Robin, my friend. Sheâs in her last year of college. Iâm, uh, not.â A less fun version of humiliation clenched his guts.
âRobin is the one you saved my number under? You seem close.â
âYeah. We met in high school. Sheâs, can we not really talk much about her, like right now?â
Eddie laughed. âSure, baby. I get it. You wanna hear more about me, huh?â He could picture the exact smirk he bet was spread across his face.
âFuck, sure. Anything. Please just keep talking.â
âYouâre so sweet,â he said. âYou by yourself? No roommates we have to worry about?â
âAh- no. Just me. Apartment neighbors, but theyâve probably heard worse-â
âOh yeah? You get loud, baby? Gunna be loud for me?â He sounded downright pornographic now. Dark and filthy and Steve wanted to roll in it.Â
âGod, how are you doing this? Iâve never- ah, shit- This is weird, right?â
Eddie hummed. âNot weird, Stevie. Itâs so sexy, hearing you get all flustered over me. If it makes you feel better youâre the first person whoâs been this interested in my voice,â he chuckled again and Steve moaned. âYou gettinâ close, angel?â Steve made a noise he hoped was affirmative. âNot touching yourself, right? Wanna see if you can do it with just me talking,â he dropped his voice low and sultry again.
âOh my god,â Steve was reeling. How was this possible? âYou need to run a 900 line or something.â Eddie laughed again, a real laugh and Steve could picture him throwing his head back, hair flying. His neglected dick throbbed at him.Â
âI think itâs just you, babe. Which is fine for me. I donât usually like this sort of attention. But youâre so genuine about it. You just want someone to take care of you, huh?â The words and the rich silky tone had him moaning again, dick jumping in his sweats.Â
âYes,â he breathed. âSo close, please,â he gasped out, letting his hips move uncontrollably.Â
âDoing so good, Stevie. Gunna make a mess for me? Youâre 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 Iâd fold instantly.â
Steve whimpered loudly, then shoved knuckles in his mouth, suddenly self conscious about his noises.Â
âHey, let me hear you. Want you to be loud for me, câmon. Know youâve gotta be so close, little one. Gunna come so hard. I know,â he crooned. âYouâve got me close, too. Picturing you all sprawled out for me, all needy and desperate. Wouldnât be able to keep my hands off of you if I was there.â
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.Â
âPlease,â he cried out.Â
âOh, honey, I know. Youâre so perfect, so sweet. Making me crazy. Bet you looked so good when you went out last night, yeah? Couldnât stop thinking about it. Did you dance? Let everyone see you? Did you let them put their hands on you? Slide in behind you?â
Steve groaned and said, âUh huh.â Eddie groaned back.Â
âYeah, but then you came home and found me. Chose me instead. Because you knew Iâd give you what you really needed. Isnât that right, baby?âÂ
He was squirming around so much now and constantly making little punched out moans and whimpers. Eddieâs voice in his ear was just right, saying just what he needed to hear and going straight to his cock.Â
âYeah, yes Eddie. Fuck- oh oh,â he rocked his hips, getting a tiny bit of friction against his boxers.Â
âCâmon, you can do it. So fucking hot, baby. Maybe weâll try this again when I see you. Lay you out across my lap and just talk to you. Huh? Think weâd make it? Before I lost my mind and fucked you?â
Steve cried out, almost dropping his phone. âOh fuck, oh my god-â he panted and shoved his phone back to his face. âPlease-â
âYeah, youâd be begging for my cock huh? And Iâd give it to you. Would give you everything you wanted. So fucking good for me. Now come.â The growl under his voice sent Steve spiraling.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âOh. Hi.â 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.Â
âHi baby. Well? Let me see.â
âOh my god,â he panted. But he turned the camera around to pan down to the growing wet spot in his sweats, his legs still jumping.Â
âFuck, youâre so ridiculously hot.â
Steve turned it back to his face again but covered it with his hand.Â
âDonât do that, honey. Youâre perfect. That was the hottest thing ever.â
Steve peeked out from over his hand. âReally?â
âReally. When can I see you? What are you doing tomorrow?â
Steve giggled. âTomorrowâs free.â
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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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âHarrington!â Eddie called from the stock room of the Family Video. âNeed your help!â
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 â even with the new inventory, but Eddie, Steve and Robin werenât 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 didnât care. She had more quiet time for reading. She could put on her own music and nobody would complain if theyâre 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. âA little help?â
âI donât know how you want me to help,â Steve said, feeling his throat go dry. He crossed his arms. âWhat are you even doing anyway?â
âI was wondering if I could break through this,â Eddie said. âLike if my wrists were bound? If I could break it.â
âIf your wrists were bound,â Steve repeated.
âYeah,â Eddie nodded. âLike if I was kidnapped or held hostage.â
âYou were taping your wrists together,â Steve said slowly, his eyes traveling down Eddieâs body to his wrists.
âTo see if I could break free,â Eddie completed his sentence. âNow bind me.â
âOkay,â Steve breathed, stepping into Eddieâs space. He took the roll of tape from Eddieâs 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 couldnât wait to see Eddie test his strength. Heâd wonder if he could convince Eddie to try it on him, as well.
âTighter,â Eddie commanded. Steve obeyed. He wrapped it around tighter three more times, letting Eddie test the restraints before giving a nod. âPerfect. Now cut it.â
Steve leaned down, taking the tape between his teeth and tearing it, leaning back to pull it apart.
âFuck ââ
Steve looked up at Eddie as he laid down the end of the tape. He had a grin plastered on his face â 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.
âThat was hot.â
Steve rolled his eyes, taking a step back. âOkay, Eds,â he said, gesturing to his bound wrists. âDo your thing.â
Eddie yanked at his wrists, the tape didnât 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 couldnât 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 couldnât hold back any further.
Steve nearly pounced on Eddie, his hand quickly covering the bound wrists above Eddieâs head. Eddie audibly swallowed. âSteve?â
âI think ââ Steve breathed, collecting the thoughts buzzing around his head. âI think we need to take the tape home with us tonight.â
âHome?â Eddie asked, his eyes big like a baby deer.
âYeah,â Steve said, nodding slowly. âThink you look real pretty tied up like this.â
âYeah?â Eddie asked. The realization suddenly dawned on Eddie of what Steve was asking. âYou like me tied up, big boy? Like me on display for you?â
âKeeps you in one place, doesnât it?â 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. âOh the things Iâd do to you like this, Pretty boy.â
âFuck,â Eddie moaned. âBathroom. Now.â
Eddie slipped out of Steveâs grip with ease as he pulled Steve towards the employee bathroom. âRobin! 15 minute break!â
âDisinfect the room, you perverts!â She yelled back.
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie kinktober#kinktober#steddie ficlet#//myfic#I scheduled this in the future to post when I should be doing shit so if itâs cross posted on ao3 or twitter itâs me#if itâs not then I actually did shit who wouldâve thought#please imagine Eddie fighting against the tape like that one episode of Reno 911 where the kid is fighting against the cuffs
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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:
Eddieâs probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steveâs 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! ⤾ď¸
Eddieâs probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steveâs 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 âThank you so much for the private lessons. The last research project is done. I look forward to working with you closely in the future,â 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 canât tell her about this, itâs 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.
Itâs three days until Christmas and Eddieâs stoned in his childhood bedroom, his uncle at work because even this close to the holiday, the old man canât catch a break.
Heâd 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 â because 16-year-old Eddie didnât have a bed frame with a headboard so 29-year-old Eddie gets to go without while heâs visiting Wayne â and pulls up Steveâs contact.
Itâs only 8:15pm, a perfectly reasonable time to contact a professor about a homework question. That is, if it wasnât 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 professorâs 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.Â
âHello, Steve Harrington speaking,â a voice answers after the third ring.
Eddieâs 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.
âHello?â Steve says again, knocking Eddie out of his momentary stupor.
âHello, professor,â Eddie chirps, cringing when he realizes how eager he sounds. He tries to backtrack. âSorry, I know itâs late, and youâre probably with family, and â shit, why did I think this was a good ideaââ
âWhoa, Eddie?â Steve interrupts, not sounding the least bit angry, but almost⌠happy? Definitely surprised, but not in a bad way, Eddie thinks.
âYeah,â Eddie breathes. âItâs me. Sorry. I know you told me to call you if I needed anything, but I wasnât sure if you were serious.â
âI was serious,â Steve says. âIâm just surprised. I didnât think youâd actually take up the offer.â
âOh? Why not?â
If Eddieâs phone had a chord, heâd 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.
âWhy donât you tell me why youâre calling instead,â Steve prompts gently. âWhat do you need?â
So many things, Eddieâs mind supplies.
âI- uhâŚâ he stammers instead, trying to come up with a good reason to have bothered his (former) professor this late during holiday break. âI wanted to know if youâll be available next semester to do more private lessons. Seeing as Iâm not on your roaster for the spring.â
Thereâs some shuffling in the background that Eddie canât decipher before Steve speaks up. âOh? Well, I donât see why not. Iâm only teaching two classes so I can focus on my next manuscript, so Iâll have a bit of free time that Iâd be happy to dedicate to my favorite.â Thereâs a short pause before Steve tacks on, âStudent.â
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 Steveâs voice is enough to have him leaking into the fabric. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
âGreat,â Eddie chokes, a little high pitched even in his own ears. âGreat. Iâll still be free Thursday evenings if that works for you.â
Steve hums, more shuffling happening for a moment. âSure, that works for me. But, Eddie, I canât exactly offer you reprieve on a project or anything if youâre not my student next semester. And while I would love to assume youâre asking for the sheer opportunity to learn, I have to askâŚâ
Thereâs a pause, during which Eddieâs heart migrates to his throat.
âWhat do you really hope to gain from these private lessons?â
Eddie can feel himself starting to sweat, even though heâs only wearing his boxers and the heater in the old trailer is shit.
âIââ he mutters, âI guess⌠um⌠whatever youâre willing to give me?â 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. âCome on, Eddie. You can do better than that. Whereâs all those words you poured into your research projects? All that confidence when youâre claiming Jonson was a self-important asshole for publishing his complete works in seven volumes?â
Eddie bites his lip hard to prevent a whine from escaping, squeezing the base of his dick harder to keep from coming.
âDunno what my options are,â Eddie tries. Heâs 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 doesnât have to think. Between the weed coursing through his bloodstream and Steveâs voice coursing through his synapses, heâs entirely out of his own control, and he needs more of this weightless oblivion.
âWell,â Steve grunts. Thereâs more shuffling and a quiet goran. âI can talk to the department about a GA placement. Make you my assistant for the semester.â
Eddieâs 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 heâs going into for this program.
âOr,â Steve continues, âI could offer an independent study course. One unit to help knock one of those extra required ones down for graduation.â
Thatâs also a fantastic offer. Some of those units are meant to go toward writing his thesis, but he doesnât want to take them all at once and end up paying more in the long run.
But thatâs not why Eddie called him. Itâs 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.
âWith respect, sir,â Eddie hedges, knowing this is already a dangerous game that theyâre playing, but too down bad to consider quitting now. âGetting to spend more time with you is all the incentive I really need.â
Itâs quiet on the other line for a moment, long enough for Eddie to start panicking again.
âTell me, Eddie,â Steve says, his tone still deep and inviting. âAre you willing to be a good boy for me?â
This time, Eddie doesnât prevent a low groan from escaping him, slouching on the bed as he squeezes his cock again, his legs falling open automatically.
âYes, sir,â he mutters, almost a whine, but not quiet. Not yet.
âI meant what I said, you know. In those little messages. You really donât know what you do to me, baby boy,â Steve rasps. Eddie thinks he hears the click of a bottle opening, a soft groan breathed into the phoneâs speaker right into Eddieâs fuzzy brain, before unmistakable slow, slick sounds begin. âThe amount of times Iâve had to fuck my fist right after you leave my officeâŚâ Steve continues, his voice a little more ragged than before. âGod, the janitors would be pissed at the messes Iâve made.â
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.
âOh, sweet thing,â Steve coos. âToo eager to use lube?â
Itâs like Steve really is watching him; how does he know Eddieâs just raw-dogging his dick like this? Heâs 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 heâd have to put the phone down to get it open, and he doesnât want to miss a second of hearing Steve jerking off for him.
âWhy donât you put a couple of fingers between those pretty lips for me? Get your hand nice and wet before you hurt yourself,â 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.
âThatâs it, baby boy. Suck on those pretty fingers for me. I bet you look so good with your mouth full.â
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 Steveâs voice whispering filthy praise in his ear.
âAlright, baby. Now get your hand on your cock and let me hear you sing for me.â
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 canât stop it.Â
âThatâs it, pretty one. Let me hear you. God,  you sound so good.â
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 Eddieâs too-loud ones.Â
âI bet you look so pretty all laid out, touching your cock. Are you naked, Eddie?â
Eddie gasps, twisting his fist around the head of his dick and nodding dumbly. âY-yes, sir.â
âAre you wet for me?â
Eddie looks down at this cock, the head deep red and spurting pre-come like a leaky faucet.
âSo fucking wet,â Eddie pants, eyes squeezing shut so he can focus on the sounds Steve breathes into the phone.
âI want to eat you out, baby boy. Would you like that? Bend you over my desk and spank your ass âtil itâs red before tongue fucking you âtil you come all over yourself?â
âSteve ââ Eddie keens, feeling his balls draw tight, right on the edge.
âGonna come for me, baby? Thatâs okay. Come whatever you want to. Iâm not stopping until Iâve finished,â 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.
âFuck yeah,â Steve mutters, before loosing a deep groan of his own that lets Eddie know his professor is coming as well.
Thereâs 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.
âYou okay, pretty one?â Steve mutters after several agonizing minutes.
âMhmm,â Eddie hums, mouth dry and body completely wrung out. âYeah, âm perfect.â
âYeah you are,â Steve agrees, that delicate condescension back in his tone. Eddie can feel himself being tugged toward sleep, and of course itâs like Steve already knows. âClean yourself up a bit, baby, and then you can sleep all you want.â
âWill youââ he starts and then stops, not wanting to voice his thoughts out loud and come off too needy after everything.
âIâll stay on the phone with you until youâre tucked back in bed,â Steve answers, all-knowing as always. âAnd after Christmas we can talk about your private lessons for the spring.â
Eddie doesnât meant to whine, he doesnât, but Steve just fucked his brains out without being anywhere near him and he doesnât want to wait four days before he talks to him again.
âOh, baby, itâs okay. You can still call me whenever you need something. That offer still stands,â Steve promises.
âOkay,â Eddie replies. âThank you, sir.â
âAnytime, Eddie. Really.â
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie kinktober#sub eddie munson#the questionable ethics of professor/grad student relationships
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@cranberrymoons this is hot ur hot. also iâm fucking obsessed with this dialogue:
Eddie lets out a little huff, shoulders slumping. âYou know I hate the word boyfriend. It makes us sound like teenagers.â
âToo bad. You want to pour candle wax all over my ass or whatever it is youâre planning, youâre not going to call me your whatever while youâre doing it.â
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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 Steveâs cheek, following it with a kiss.
âEd - wha-â Steve stammers out, feeling very hot in the face.
âReward sticker,â Eddie explains. âFor being the best little barista in Hawkins.â
Oh.
Steve isâŚinto that, and it must show on his face, because Eddie absolutely cackles.
âKeep being a good boy for me,â he says. âAnd thereâs plenty more where that came from.â
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Or: Eddie finds a way to make his compliments stick
#stranger things fic#stranger things kinktober#steddie kinktober#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington/eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3#my fics
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Only Have Eyes (For You)
Kinktober prompt: Lingerie
Eddie loses a bet. Or Eddie wins a bet?
#Steddie#Steddie Kinktober#Kinktober#Steve wears lingerie#I don't think this one is as good as my choking one#But this is PWP and that one was lots of feels lol
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OH BOY HERE WE GO
Welcome to the Stranger Things Writers Guild Kinktober Event! (Join the server here!)
This is an event for anyone in the ST community! We'd love to have some new people joining us (and if you're in the server you'll get some fun roles depending on how many prompts you complete!) We decided to include both sexual and non-sexual kink prompts that are still near and dear to the heart of the kink community. Rules:
This event is open to both authors and artists.
You can use both prompts for the one day if you like, or just one, or you can skip that day if neither of the prompts hit right, it's up to you!
Use the tag #stwgkinktober2024 and tag the @strangerthingswritersguild blog.
We will be adding a đ for non-sexual prompt posts and a đ for sexual prompt posts to let you know it's bee added to our queue!
Remember to appropriately tag and TW your works.
This is an 18+ event. Minors DNI.
No bullying or harassment.
Have fun!
Run by @withacapitalp, @penny00dreadful and the STWG mods. Prompts also under read more
Hate Sex/Hands
Brat/Collar
Leather/Dom-Drop
Blindfolded/Safeword
Mean/Negotiation
Uniform/Safety Scissors
Bondage/Traffic Light System
Impact/Accidental Sub-Space
Praise/Aftercare
Size/Sharing Clothes
Exhibitionism/Ownership
Somnophilia/Sleeping
Toys/Cologne
Edging/Suits
Wax Play/Cuddles
Sex Pollen/Movies
Free Use/Pretty
Roleplay/Practice
Wet Dreams/Sweaty
Worship/Sub-Drop
Riding/Neck
Bloodplay/Bath
Rough/Comfort
Masked/Souvenir
Glory Hole/Adrenaline
CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)/Taste
Tentacles/High
Phone Sex/Voice
Free Day/Feather
Degradation/Safe
Costumes/Spooky
#reblog#steddie kinktober#stwgkinktober2024#writing prompt#Kinktober 2024#kinktober#STWG#Stranger Things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson
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More kinktober fun with Ghostface steddie!
You can find the uncropped versions on Twitter or pillowfort
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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 đĽ°
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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
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ff kinktober 2024#this time eddie is out of their weekly skin care routine since he wont stop all the kissing but OH NEXT WEEK#he'll get both a face mask and a hair mask#since steve started this combined routine eddie is shining he never been so moisturized#anyway. back to kinktober! happy to combine both prompts this time c:#my art#check og post for inprnt link
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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. Heâd thrown comfortable clothes on because he wasnât planning on seeing anyone. So yeah. Maybe heâd forgotten about Robinâs biweekly game night and maybe heâd forgotten that his pants were too big and his shirt a bit too short. The gasp behind him made him remember.Â
âAre those?â
He straightened up from where heâd been bent over to scrounge for food in the fridge. Oh no.Â
âOh no. Fucking hell, Eddie. Câmere. Câmere.â He hissed as he shoved him into his bedroom and shut the door. Eddie gaped at him.Â
âPlease donât tell anyone. I just wear them⌠because they make me feel⌠pretty.â
Eddieâs eyes were as big as saucers and Steve couldnât look at him. He twisted the hem of his shirt in his hands and looked down. He really didnât even know Eddie very well. He was a new addition to their game night, tagging along with Nancy and Jonathan. Jonathan had raved about Eddieâs music and art, Steve couldnât remember if they were in the same class or had met somewhere else.
âYou are.â
âWhat?â
Eddieâs face was flushed and he was pulling his hair in front of his mouth now. Why was he nervous?
âYou are pretty. Even more with the panties,â he was sliding his hand between his to stop his fidgeting. Hearing Eddie say the word made him groan. âCan I?â
Steve nodded, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to but being pulled in by this energy crackling between them.Â
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.Â
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 Eddieâs and his face closed off and he stepped back, dropping both hands away from Steve.
âYou really think that?â Steve closed the distance between them again.Â
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.Â
Steve stayed standing and pulled his shirt off.Â
âSo pretty,â Eddie breathed. âShould get you a bra to match, would look great on your tits.â
Steve gasped and Eddieâs gaze shot to his face. âOh, he likes that, huh? Like being a pretty girl, huh? Show off your pretty things and get all the compliments?â
Steve swallowed. Heâd 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.Â
âFuck, youâre loving this. Your pussy all wet for me?â
Steve whined, palming his dick through the soft fabric. âYeah,â he huffed. Heâd never felt this way before. Eddieâs 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.Â
Eddie sucked in a breath and Steve watched his fingers twitch with the need to touch. He didnât 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.Â
âTurn around, baby, let me see,â he directed. Steve giggled as he let out a punched out moan when he showed him the cheeky backside. âGod damn, can I- please,â before he could get the rest of it out Steve had turned and straddled his lap. Eddieâs hands grabbed handfuls of his ass and stared at his barely contained dick.Â
Steve writhed on his lap, sliding his hands into his thick curls.Â
âLook at you, Stevie. So fucking gorgeous.â 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. âSo sorry, sweetheart. Here you go.â Steve sucked the thumb into his own mouth when it was offered. âHeâs such a needy thing, look at him all spread out on my lap in just his little panties. Practically begging for it.â
Steve nodded around the thumb, loving the way Eddie was staring at him and speaking about him like he wasnât there.Â
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 couldnât stop it.Â
âSettle down baby. Iâm gunna take care of you.â He licked up the length of his dick through the fabric. âGunna ruin these little panties, howâs that sound? Iâll buy you so many more,â he mumbled against his balls.Â
âPlease,â Steve whined. His fingers tangled into Eddieâs 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.Â
âWow, Stevie, quite the impressive collection,â 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.Â
Eddie propped one of his legs up and after shoving the panties aside slid wet fingers across his hole.Â
âGunna make a mess in your pretty little panties for me, darling?â Steve squirmed as Eddie pressed a finger in to rub against his prostate. He leaned forward to rumble in his ear, âCome for me and then you can ride my cock, pretty. So I can watch these tits bounce.â He pinched into his pec muscle and Steve came with a shout. âThere we go, so good for me.â
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 Eddieâs jeans and yanked them off his legs, impatient. Eddie held his panties to the side for him as he sunk down onto him.Â
âSo pretty. This is what he needed, huh? Fucking himself on a cock in his dirty panties?â
âOh my god,â 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.Â
Eddieâs 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.Â
âGo ahead, babydoll, come again for me. Fill up these panties. You got another one in you, right?â
Steve came untouched thinking about all the filthy things Eddieâs voice and eyes promised.Â
@lighthousebeams
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#mine#Steddie#steve x eddie#steddie smut#Stranger things smut#steddie Kinktober
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â hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i donât 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 donât 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 itâll 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 didnât get to.
â i do not do taglists on any of my fics and kinktober is no expection however you can follow my library acc â @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.
â 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 â body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky
day two â dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harringtonÂ
day three â high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson
day four â bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker
day five â creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson
day six â face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector
day seven â piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes
day eight â pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester
day nine â obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett
day ten â overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara
day eleven â semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant
day twelve â dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson
day thirteen â cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington
day fourteen â free use + primal play w/ logan howlett
day fifteen â lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes
day sixteen â edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers
day seventeen â caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester
day eighteen â double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie
â hope you enjoy my babes!! please send me feedback, donât 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 donât for whatever reason that is perfectly fine as well!!
#lostalioth kinktober#kinktober prompts#kinktober 2024#kinktober 24#steddie x reader#steddie smut#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester smut#steve rogers smut#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter smut#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#steven grant smut#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#marc spector smut#loki laufeyson smut#loki laufeyson x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester smut#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut
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Private Lessons
Written for Steddie Kinktober Bingo and cross-posted on ao3!
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Teacher-Student Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Sort Of, way too much information about Renaissance literature tbh, Flirting, flirting via Google Docs, Age Difference, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Steve is kind of a perv, but Eddie is DEFINITELY into it, Masturbation, Kinktober
Summary:
Grad school wasnât exactly in Eddieâs grand life design, but heâs not really complaining. Especially not when his Renaissance literature professor is the hottest person heâs ever seen.
Or: English Grad student Eddie has an insane crush on his professor, and when Professor Harrington offers his star pupil private lessons in order to give him more than the usual lecture accounts for, Eddie jumps at the chance.
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Grad school wasnât exactly in Eddieâs grand life design, but heâs not really complaining. Especially not when his Renaissance literature professor is the hottest person heâs ever seen.
Professor Harrington was the talk of the school from the moment Eddie set foot on campus. The youngest grad professor in the department â though thatâs not saying much when most of them look like theyâre five minutes from incurring rigor mortis â Dr. Steven Harrington is a world-renowned scholar in Renaissance and Early Modern texts, has publications ranging from âHow Shakespeare could be gayer: An analysis of Antonio charactersâ to âWhen life gives you Lemons: Early Modern plot themes in Slash Fiction.â And Eddieâs read them all.
If he applied to this grad program in the hopes that heâd get to take one of Harringtonâs classes, thatâs nobodyâs business but his own.
And now he is, sitting front row every Monday evening for three and a half hours, studiously writing notes and asking questions on any and everything Professor Harrington lectures on.
Harrington is even more gorgeous in person. Faint salt and pepper mixed in with soft chestnut hair that practically defies gravity, wire-rimmed glasses that frame his expressive caramel eyes, a body to die for under sharp trousers and button-up shirts that he often rolls the sleeves on. Thereâs a tiny tattoo of a robin on his left forearm just below his elbow that Eddie wants to see up close, wondering if thatâs his only tattoo or if heâs hiding more delicious ink beneath the professional layers he wears to his lectures.
Yeah, sometimes itâs hard to pay attention to what Harrington is saying when heâs looking like a walking wet dream every time Eddie sees him.
It doesnât help at all that heâs also incredibly charismatic and a huge dork. Harrington is a font of knowledge, and sometimes he goes off on tangents about early modern printing processes or how much he hates one particular academic for stealing his research years ago. Eddie genuinely thinks heâd be fine listening to his professor wax poetic about just about anything and heâd be hanging off of every word the entire time.
Other students in his class are less subtle about the fuck-me eyes they give their professor, but Harrington, ever the consummate professional, ignores it all. Which is fine, really, because Eddie knows itâs kind of a moral gray area to be lusting after a professor, even if theyâre both well past the age where they could be considered âyoung adults.â Hell, Eddieâs pretty sure heâs the oldest person in his lectures at 29, but Dr. Harrington is easily in his 40s so the age gap is as unceremonious as it is taboo. And even if his crush wasnât entirely in his own head, heâs prepared to beat up every one of his classmates for half a chance that Harrington would turn his regular âGood job, Eddie,â into a âGood boy, Eddie.â
Eddie knows heâs probably doing too much to get Harringtonâs attention, always raising his hand more than any other student and doing every bit of extra credit he can like itâs going to win him some kind of Nobel Prize, but he genuinely likes the material so itâs easy to get involved in the discussions.Â
His overenthusiastic involvement does earn him an exciting benefit two months into the semester, though. Harrington asks Eddie to hang back after class to discuss one of the latest reading responses, and Eddieâs mind immediately goes to all of the ways he fucked up by saying that Robert Greene may not have been entirely wrong for the way he dragged Shakespeare considering the way the bard had similarly dragged him by writing a fool character based on Greene. Heâs got a million apologies already waiting on his tongue while the rest of the class files out, leaving them alone in the classroom.
âListen, professor, Iâm so sorryââ Eddie starts, but Harrington holds up a hand, silencing him all at once.
âItâs a bold claim you made in there, Eddie,â the professor says, leaning back against the whiteboard and crossing his arms.Â
Eddieâs face flushes, whether from mortification or the way Harringtonâs muscles shift under his shirt is unclear. He tries to think of an excuse as to why heâd make a dig at one of his professorâs favorite authors before settling on, âWould you believe I had an aneurysm before writing that?â
Harringtonâs eyes narrow, assessing Eddie as he tries not to squirm, before shrugging, his face breaking into a grin. âI might, except all I said was it was bold, not that you were wrong.â
Eddieâs brain stops short for a moment. âW-what?â
Harrington snickers and reaches over to a stack of papers to pull Eddieâs, right from the top. âI have a proposition for you, which youâre welcome to turn down without explanation.â
Eddieâs heart beats double-time in his chest. He knows itâs delusional, but heâs had many fantasies of Harrington saying words just like those ones and then bending him over the nearest desk.
âA proposition?â he tries not to choke out.
Harrington hums as he scans over the paper again before handing it back to Eddie. A red A+ is circled at the top, which is a common sight, but still makes Eddie swell with a little bit of pride.
âI get the feeling sometimes that Iâm not doing my part in giving you enough material during lectures. So I wanted to offer a compromise. Once a week we can meet in my office, and Iâll give you a private lecture on any topic of your choice as long as you write a 1000-word research project on it before the next meeting. In exchange, Iâll wave your final project.â
Eddie blinks at his professor owlishly for a moment. The math doesnât make sense considering the final project is 20-pages minimum and what Harrington is suggesting would mean writing almost double that over the course of the next 8 weeks, but like hell is Eddie going to turn down the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with his gorgeous professor discussing their mutual love of Renaissance literature.
âDeal,â he agrees easily.
Harrington smiles, a big one that lights up his face for a moment before schooling it into kind neutrality once more. âWonderful. Email me your availability and weâll go from there.â
Thatâs how Eddie finds himself once a week doing the absolute most work heâs ever done in his life, and Harringtonâs class isnât even his only one.
Itâs worth it, though, for the two uninterrupted hours of Steveâs attention every Thursday evening. They cover a wide range of topics, and Steve never gives him shit for interrupting to ask more questions because that just means Steve gets to talk more about his passion. Itâs one thing, Eddie thinks, to watch the man lecture to a class of semi-enthused grad students once a week, and something else entirely to watch him go on about something Eddie asks him to talk about. If brain boners are a thing, Eddieâs had a continuous one for this man for weeks.
Heâs also had an innumerable amount of real boners, but he gave up caring about cranking one out to mental images of his hot professor two weeks into the semester. What Harrington doesnât know wonât hurt Eddie, and it helps his brain not turn to actual mush every time he has to be in the same room as him again.
Eddie quickly gets into the habit of sharing his working docs with Harrington â Steve, his professor insists after their sessions go on for a few weeks â so he doesnât have to worry about it slipping his mind later. Sometimes Steve will open the doc while Eddieâs still working on it, a tiny random animal popping up in the corner signaling Steveâs presence. It happens at odd hours, which Eddie supposes is fair since he knows now that the professor has a weird sleep schedule thanks to his own academic work. In the moments where Eddie finds himself and an Anonymous Axolotl both up at 2am, he likes to pretend like Steveâs watching him do something other than writing about the latest discussion topic. Like Steveâs actually in his own bed, his laptop resting on his lap, wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs (or maybe nothing at all) and touching himself while he watches Eddie do the same.Â
Eddie didnât know academics could make him so goddamn horny, but by the time the end of the semester approaches, heâs basically Pavloved himself to pop a boner every time the tiny Anonymous Giraffe or whatever appears.Â
The last two weeks of the semester, Eddieâs mostly in attendance out of obligation (and to ogle Steve more) since he doesnât actually have to do the final project. His last meeting with Steve is the week before finals, the professor telling him he should take the week off to relax and get some actual sleep because heâs more than earned it.
As such, Eddieâs determined to make the final research project for their private lessons the best one yet.
Itâs almost 3am when the tiny Anonymous Moose in the corner disappears for the night, and Eddie blinks blearily at the words on his screen that are starting to blend into a big blob. Heâs well past the 1000-word mark at this point â 2041 the last time he checked â and he knows he should end it here and go to bed, especially since he hasnât actually put more words on the page in over an hour.Â
He checks his word count again just to remind himself that he did more than enough and â
Wait a minute.
That canât be right, he thinks. Eddie highlights paper from bottom to top, hitting the keys to display the word count again.
âWhat the hell?â he mutters to himself, undoing the highlight and trying again. The same number pops up: 2069. Thereâs 28 words unaccounted for that heâs pretty sure even in his sleep-addled state he didnât write.
He tries highlighting it all again and thatâs when he sees it: down at the bottom of the doc under all of his writing are several words he, in fact, didnât write, but he didnât see them before because the font was the same color as the page itself.
He doesnât have time to squeal over there being a secret message because the message itself nearly gives him a heart attack.
Itâs too bad the semester is over. I was hoping to see you bent over my desk with those tight black jeans around your ankles at least once.
Eddieâs pretty sure his heart stops and starts several times as he reads the words over and over again.
He double-checks the doc access, and sure enough itâs only Steve that has it, which meansâŚ
âOh, fuck,â Eddie groans, his erection from before coming back with a vengeance when he realizes his insanely sexy, insanely intelligent professor whom heâs been pining after for four months is flirting with him in secret in his Google docs.
He palms himself over his boxers, trying to manifest the stupid Anonymous Whatever to pop back up so he can keep up the illusion that Steve really has been spying on him, and then a thought occurs to him.
What if this isnât the first time Steveâs done this?
With one hand still grasping his cock, squeezing rhythmically to relieve some of the pressure, Eddie swipes over to his Private Lessons folder and starts opening all of his past papers. He scrolls to the bottom, highlighting page after page, uncovering message after message that Steveâs left for weeks with Eddie being none the wiser.
Itâs hard not to watch your lips as you talk. I bet theyâd feel amazing wrapped around my dick.
Eddie moans outright at that and slips his hand under the waistband of his boxers to tug at his cock while he reads the rest. Some are complimentary, but most are downright filthy and Eddie feels like heâs going to pass out from all the blood rushing from his brain to his groin.
Youâre so expressive when you get going on a topic you love. I wonder how expressive you are when you cum.
Those fucking pants are going to be the death of me.Â
God youâre pretty when you smile. Those fucking dimples. I want to lick them every time.
Do you have any idea how hard you make me? How difficult it is to get through a lecture or a private session without pinning you to the desk and eating your ass right there?
Eddie comes with Steveâs name on his lips, shaking and shivering through an orgasm so intense just from words on a page.
When his brain reboots and his soul returns to his body, Eddie is left staring at the screen of his computer, the cursor blinking in time with his heartbeat and his hand tacky with cooling come.Â
âHoly fuck,â he breathes, using his clean hand to close the laptop and shove it away.
The semester is over. He doesnât have any reason to see Steve again before winter break commences, and he doesnât have him on his class roster for Spring.Â
But like hell is he going to leave this alone now that he knows his professor wants him back.
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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:
âGood boy,â Eddie says with a smile, and then picks up the Gothmog miniature heâd been working on. âNow,â he says, considering it with a little smile, âdo you think his cloak needs to be a darker gray?â
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31. âBody Electricâ
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington
ę°Cucking + Breeding Kinkęą - 1.9k
⢠unprotected sex, cuck!eddie, teasing, consent checking/color system, cream pie, somewhat feral Steve?
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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 âthe hairâ Harrington with his girl? No way. And now, well they werenât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât like. The second? That Eddie is in charge even when he wasnât 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 didnât 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. âYouâre sure you want this, right?â You murmured an âuh huhâ, chin in between Eddieâs ringed fingers when he leaned down to kiss your lips.Â
Instantly any doubt melted away, soothed by his chapped lips. âOkay. Anytime you want to back out,â he whispered against your lips. âI say red,â 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.
âDonât be a brat when Iâm about to let Stevie fuck you.â 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. âEager?â 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. âThis okay?â He made sure on top of Eddie's earlier worries. You rolled your eyes at him, âKiss me already.â Steve chuckled. âBossy? Weâll fix that.â And god, you didnât know how true that statement would be. You always assumed Steve only had one mode which was gentle loverboy.Â
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. âI didnât expect you to be so hairy,â you laughed, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest. Steve couldnât help but be proud, unable to see Eddieâs pouty expression but he could guess it was present. Steveâs hands found your arms, guiding you to lean back as he climbed between your legs.Â
He purposefully laid you upside down on the bed so he could give Eddie a closer view at your face when he fucked you. âAre you ready?â Steve asked. Your head naturally tilted back to look at Eddie, making Steve tut. âAh, ah, not him. I asked you.â Steveâs thumb and index finger pinched your chin and turned your head to look at him. âYes.â
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. âSo wet already,â he mused. âIs she always this wet, Eddie?â Eddie scoffed, listening to the slick sounds as Steve played with you.Â
âYeah, she is.â Eddie tongued at the inside of his bottom lip, blood flowing to his hardening dick. This wasnât 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 wouldnât receive any pleasure and yes thatâs what he wanted, but it didnât make his hands loosen from their fists. He must have been whisked away in his thoughts, interrupted by Steveâs voice.
âI think sheâs loose enough,â Steve commented, looking down at you. âYou think youâre ready to take me, honey?â You nodded, cunt drooling over Steveâs sticky fingers as he pulled them from you. âWords, sweetheart.â âYeah, yes, please, Steve.â 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. âHey, hey, itâs okay.â
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. Eddieâs 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. âKnew you could do it.â 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. âGood?â
âYeah,â 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 couldnât reach. You were so deep into the pleasure you could barely register when his thrusts began picking up.
It wasnât until you heard Eddieâs 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. âShit, Steve,â 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. âYeah?â He grunted. âSo beautiful. Youâre soâŚbeautiful.â 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. Steveâs 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. Steveâs chest pressed to yours, bodies tangled together while your guts tightened together, his spit on your chest smearing onto his chest hair. âSteve, Steve, ohâŚEddie!â Even without Eddie being the one to fuck you, you couldnât help but moan your boyfriends name. Steveâs eyes narrowed imperceptibly, glancing at Eddie who looked ready to leap out of his chair.Â
He shot Eddie a look as if to say âstay seated.â 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.Â
âSteve,â Eddie grumbled the warning, hand retightening into a fist on the top of his thigh. Steve grinned salaciously, âI know, I know.â he responded to your mewls, choosing to ignore Eddie. âHeâs being mean right?â Steve knew what he was doing, eyes glinting as he stared eddie down, mouth lowered by your ear. You didnât know why Eddie was being mean, or about what, but it sounded right in your blissed out state.
âYou want it, want my cumâŚbut what Eddie says goes, honey.â The seed was planted, making you realize what Eddie didnât want. âEddie please,â you begged him to let Steve cum inside you, needing it. Eddie clenched his jaw, teeth straining under the force. âBabe..â he started, but you were too far gone to realize that you were being bratty. âPlease, please, please,â you cried, tears collecting on your waterline. You were so close, unable to cum without confirmation.
âYou should give her what she wants.â 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. âGo ahead,â Eddie conceded. Steveâs lips curled up into a more sinister smile when he received permission.
Steve pressed his sweaty cheek to yours, skin sticking together. âWant me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum, of my babies? Fuck you so fullâŚlet you swell with âem.â Eddieâs eyes widened as you deliriously nodded, sob ripping through you as you clenched around Steveâs cock.
Even Steve seemed surprised by the outburst reaction. âOh, you want that? Want to be full of my babies, fucking nasty.â 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. âYes, yeah, take my cum, honey. Make it take.â Steveâs 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. Steveâs 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. Eddieâs unamused expression came back as he spoke up, âThatâs enough.â 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 didnât want to let go of the feeling, cunt feeling so warm and gooey. âJesus Christ,â Eddie mused, looking at your spent body, getting up.
Steve was already checking on you, hand smoothing over your head. âAre you okay, honey?â In a daze, you give a dopey smile and laugh. âSo good.â
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