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PROMPTS LIST + SPINNER WHEEL (Bonus Prompts)
Why? WHY?
I wanted to complete the set! We have sub Eddie & Dom Eddie week, and I participate in both, but I'd say a great majority of my stories him end up with him—and his partner(s)—as a switch.
What is a Switch?
A Switch is someone who enjoys more than one kind of role or dynamic within BDSM play.
(Please be aware: this is separate than enjoying the sexual roles of both topping and bottoming. The word you're looking for is Versatile! Topping/bottoming can mean similar things in BDSM, such as a Rope Top or a rope bottom, but that's still not the sexual role.)
What are the rules here?
First of all, this blog is 18+ only. This is a BDSM themed challenge and therefore the whole blog should be considered as for adults only.
This is not the place for Top/Bottom or related discourse.
NO AI WORKS.
Other than that, the only thing I ask is that you write about Eddie (and his partner(s) if you'd like) being a switch! You don't necessarily have to write at least two scenes, one where he subs and one where he Doms, but his thoughts and feelings about being a switch should be present. It should be a part of his life experience, or of the POV character's experience of him.
Any Eddie pairing is allowed. He can even be by himself, if you want.
Any kind of writing and art is allowed.
Any prompt is allowed on any day of the week, I just have them for specific days as a guide. You don't necessarily have to use the prompts either, though I'm interested to see what people come up with for them.
This year I have a Spinner Wheel where you can get extra prompts if you'd like! Use as many or as few as you like, I wanted one for extra brainstorming purposes and I figured I'd share it.
You can combine this with other events.
You can post late too, I'll still reblog it. You'll just miss getting added to the masterlist at the end of the event. Posts are due by JUNE 27TH, 11:59:59 AKDT (UTC/GMT-8) to be included!
Posts will be reblogged on a queue, first come first serve, and not based on which prompts are on which day!
As you can see, the rules are very lenient with the timing/creative side of things, this is intended to be less of a challenge event and more of a themed collection.
How should I format my post?
First, if you want me to see it and reblog it, you have to tag me in the post. Otherwise I'll miss it unless you happen to know a very speedy carrier pigeon.
Then please include Pairing, Rating, Prompts, and any Content Warning Tags. Other than that you can do what you like! I recommend a short summary, and if you have a long post it's polite to put the bulk of it under a cut.
If you don't have a tumblr but want to participate, post on AO3 and send me an ask on here, anon is open. I'll create a post on here with a link to your AO3 work!
Do you have an AO3 collection?
Yes! Once I reply to your post with a 🪢 you may add it to the collection (switcheddieweek2026).
If have any more questions, send me an ask!
Welcome back to another year of Switch Eddie Week!
This year it runs from June 21st to June 27th.
I hope 2026 has been good so far. Let's all take this chance to look at one of the most important things in life--doing what's fun and a little bit freaky.
Here is the FAQ!
This year's prompts are split up into a larger theme and paired with a more sexual sub-theme for each day of the week. You can write any rating for any prompt, and you can mix and match prompts as you wish. The days are mostly for people who love structure or a challenge.
If you'd like extra inspiration check out the Spinner Wheel with more prompts.
SUNDAY: VICARIOUS | COMPERSION
MONDAY: NATURAL | NATURISM
TUESDAY: INSTRUCTIVE | OBEDIENT
WEDNESDAY: SHARING | GROUP SEX
THURSDAY: SELF DENIAL | ORGASM DELAY
FRIDAY: WRESTLING | SEX FIGHT
SATURDAY: MUSEUM | DISPLAY
Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions! Anon is on.
Welcome back to another year of Switch Eddie Week!
This year it runs from June 21st to June 27th.
I hope 2026 has been good so far. Let's all take this chance to look at one of the most important things in life--doing what's fun and a little bit freaky.
Here is the FAQ!
This year's prompts are split up into a larger theme and paired with a more sexual sub-theme for each day of the week. You can write any rating for any prompt, and you can mix and match prompts as you wish. The days are mostly for people who love structure or a challenge.
If you'd like extra inspiration check out the Spinner Wheel with more prompts.
SUNDAY: VICARIOUS | COMPERSION
MONDAY: NATURAL | NATURISM
TUESDAY: INSTRUCTIVE | OBEDIENT
WEDNESDAY: SHARING | GROUP SEX
THURSDAY: SELF DENIAL | ORGASM DELAY
FRIDAY: WRESTLING | SEX FIGHT
SATURDAY: MUSEUM | DISPLAY
Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions! Anon is on.
Welcome back to another year of Switch Eddie Week!
This year it runs from June 21st to June 27th.
I hope 2026 has been good so far. Let's all take this chance to look at one of the most important things in life--doing what's fun and a little bit freaky.
Here is the FAQ!
This year's prompts are split up into a larger theme and paired with a more sexual sub-theme for each day of the week. You can write any rating for any prompt, and you can mix and match prompts as you wish. The days are mostly for people who love structure or a challenge.
If you'd like extra inspiration check out the Spinner Wheel with more prompts.
SUNDAY: VICARIOUS | COMPERSION
MONDAY: NATURAL | NATURISM
TUESDAY: INSTRUCTIVE | OBEDIENT
WEDNESDAY: SHARING | GROUP SEX
THURSDAY: SELF DENIAL | ORGASM DELAY
FRIDAY: WRESTLING | SEX FIGHT
SATURDAY: MUSEUM | DISPLAY
Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions! Anon is on.
Welcome back to another year of Switch Eddie Week!
This year it runs from June 21st to June 27th.
I hope 2026 has been good so far. Let's all take this chance to look at one of the most important things in life--doing what's fun and a little bit freaky.
Here is the FAQ!
This year's prompts are split up into a larger theme and paired with a more sexual sub-theme for each day of the week. You can write any rating for any prompt, and you can mix and match prompts as you wish. The days are mostly for people who love structure or a challenge.
If you'd like extra inspiration check out the Spinner Wheel with more prompts.
SUNDAY: VICARIOUS | COMPERSION
MONDAY: NATURAL | NATURISM
TUESDAY: INSTRUCTIVE | OBEDIENT
WEDNESDAY: SHARING | GROUP SEX
THURSDAY: SELF DENIAL | ORGASM DELAY
FRIDAY: WRESTLING | SEX FIGHT
SATURDAY: MUSEUM | DISPLAY
Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions! Anon is on.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Can I make a fucked up suggestion?”
“Uh huh.”
Steve’s eyes are on Eddie’s fingers where they rest on the lip of his jeans, just above the button. Eddie draws a line with the tip of his index finger: following Steve’s happy trail, lifting his t-shirt and exposing his abs, the soft swell of fat over muscle, the dotted moles, dark body hair. He’s beautiful. “You should look at the pool while I touch you.” He nods at the sunroom off the kitchen. “I can push you up against the glass and make you look.”
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5k | rated E | written for @switcheddieweek day 6: ‘exposure’ + ‘glass’
Reminder!
This event ends tonight at 11:59:59 AKDT (UTC/GMT-8). Get your submissions in before then to get put on the masterlist. That will be posted by the end of tomorrow night!
If you have late submissions, I'll still reblog them and you can add them to the collection once I comment with a knot emoji. You'll just miss out on getting added to the masterlist.
For @switcheddieweek | prompt: roleplay | pairings: steddie, hellcheer, steddissy | WC: 4674 | CW: pretend cheating |this can be read as a sequel to Eddie’s Pet but is a standalone
Summary: Chrissy leaves work early to surprise her wife. Turns out her wife has a surprise of his own.
AO3
Eddie parked his van down the street from the Cunningham house, a smug grin on his lips. Mr. Cunningham should be at work by now, meaning her sweet wife was home all alone. He grabbed his case of milk and walked down the block, eyes darting from side to side. Thankfully, no one was around except the other house wives; he’d pay them a visit later.
He rapped his knuckles on the door, waiting patiently until it opened to reveal Mrs. Cunningham, in a yellow polka dot rock-a-billy dress. The skirt flared at the hips, falling to mid calf, the white collar was crisply ironed, and the top few buttons were undone. A White apron was tied around his waist, protecting the dress from any spills.
“Delivery.” He smiled, holding up the six pack of glass milk bottles. With a smile, Steve accepted the case.
“Thank you, Mr. Munson. Why don’t you come in out of this heat for a moment while I grab your payment from the kitchen.” Steve said, holding the door open for Eddie to step into the foyer with a grateful smile.
“Mighty kind, Mrs. Cunningham.” While Steve moved to the other room, Eddie toed off his boots, placing them on the mat by the door. He took his time following the other man, double checking the rooms to make sure they were alone.
As he stepped in the kitchen, he stopped short. Steve was bent over at the waist, his ass in the air, wiggling back and forth enticingly.
“My my my. What a pretty sight.” He murmured, stepped up behind Steve, and pressed his rapidly hardening dick against the man. “What time will your husband be home?” He asked.
“Around six, we have time.” Steve replied, grinding back into Eddie. Eddie grabbed Steve’s shoulders, turning him around, and pushed him back against the counter. He kissed the man roughly, shoving his tongue past his lips, grinding their hips together.
Pushing the collar of the dress open, Eddie yanked harshly on Steve’s nipples, before leaning down to suck them into his mouth. The man tossed his head back, with a cry, shoving his hands into Eddie’s hair, holding him in place.
Without removing his lips, Eddie lifted Steve by the thighs, sitting him on the counter, and settled between his legs. He ran his hands up Steve’s skirt, finding him bare underneath.
“No panties today, baby? Does your husband know you’re such a whore?” He growled as he grasped Steve’s cock.
“Knew my milk delivery was today. I wanted to be ready for you.” The other man keened high in his throat as Eddie twisted his wrist.
“Let’s go to your bedroom. You don’t want all your neighbors knowing how much a slut Mrs. Cunningham is, do you?” Eddie stepped away and helped Steve down.
Hand in hand, they dashed to the bedroom, pushing each other into the walls, to kiss greedily along the way.
Steve unbuttoned Eddie’s shirt before shoving him down on the bed, tossing the apron away. Quickly, Eddie pushed his pants down far enough for his cock to spring out, slapping his stomach.
Steve’s eyes widened, before he wrapped his lips around the head, bobbing up and down.
“Fuck, you really are a slut. This isn’t the first cock you’ve sucked is it?” Eddie groaned, fisting Steve’s hair and forcing him down. Steve gagged, pulling off with a gasp.
“I need you inside me, Mr. Munson. Please.” Steve said as he crawled onto the bed. Eddie reached around to his hole, and chuckled when he felt the base of a plug.
He yanked the plug out, quickly replacing it with the tip of his cock. “Do you stretch yourself out waiting for your husband? Does she like you ready and waiting?” A sound registered in his brain, but he didn’t care to investigate.
Steve cried out, tossing his head back. He lowered down, slowly impaling himself until he was fully seated. Eddie gasped at the tight warm heat around his cock, bucking his hips up hard.
“The milk man?!” A voice yelled from the door to the bedroom. Both men stilled, turning to see Chrissy Cunningham glaring at them, with her hands on her hips.
Chrissy Cunningham was a good husband. She went to work for ten hours a day to keep her wife happy and in the level of luxury he wanted. All she asked for in return was a hot meal on the table, a drink, and her doting wife between her legs. It wasn't much all things considered.
But, for the past few weeks she's noticed he's been distracted. Dinner was no longer ready when she got home, instead taking hours to finish. He wouldn’t go down on her, citing a headache, and once he even brought her the wrong cocktail.
Something was going on, maybe he was bored? So, today she decided to take the afternoon off and surprise him at lunch. They could go out to a fancy dinner, go out on the town.
“Honey?” She called as she stepped into the house. There was no answer, he must be on the other side of the house. Slipping off her jacket, she placed it on the hook but stopped short. A pair of black boots sat by the door; ones she didn’t recognize.
Quiet as a mouse, she crept through the house looking for her missing wife. Strange sounds came from the master bedroom and she rushed toward it, pushing the door open. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.
There on the bed was her beautiful wife; but, he wasn't alone. Underneath him was a man in all white. His shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were pushed down just enough for his cock to fuck the man above him.
Her wife’s dress, the one she bought because the yellow color looked so pretty on him, was rucked up, the top three buttons undone, his chest hair peaking out, his nipples were angry and red. Their hair was messy and lips kiss swollen, like they couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other. They hadn't even noticed her, still moving against each other, lost in the feeling of their bodies.
“The milk man?!” She shouted. All movement in the room stopped as the two men turned to her.
“Chrissy! What are you doing home?”
“I thought you said your husband was out!” They yelled at the same time.
“I came home to surprise you. I thought you'd been distracted lately and now I see why!” She rushed the bed, slapping Steve hard across the face.
“Honey, let me explain.” Steve tried. But Chrissy didn't want to hear it.
“How long as this been going on?” Chrissy asked.
“Wait, a second.” Eddie said, dropping the act. “Chris, if you want to turn this into a threesome you have to seem more okay with catching us than angry about it.”
She paused for a moment with furrowed brows before nodding and stepping away from the bed.
“Right, okay. Sorry Stevie.” She said and kissed him on the cheek where it was red from her slap.
“It's cool.” He replied. The tent he was pitching in the dress hadn't waned at all.
“Yeah, Stevie likes getting smacked around. Don’t you?” Eddie teased, grinning smugly at their friend. Steve rolled his eyes even as blood rushed to his face.
“Can I try again?” She stepped back through the bedroom door.
“Go for it.” Eddie said. He looked back at Steve, grabbing his hips, and pulling them back into the scene.
“What would your husband say if he knew you were fucking the milk man?” The man laughed as he thrust up into Chrissy’s wife.
“She'd say that you should have invited her.” Chrissy smirked as she entered the room. Both men froze turning to her with wide eyes.
“Honey, you're home!” Steve said and tried to scramble off Eddie's lap.
“No don't stop on my account.” Chrissy said dismissively, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“You heard the lady.” Eddie smirked. He moved Steve’s hips up and down, fucking him on his cock. Steve threw his head back and darted his eyes to the side.
“Honey, I’m sorry. He just fucks me so good.” Her wife whined. Chrissy stood, moved closer to the two men, and took Steve’s chin in her hand.
“Yeah, baby? Maybe I should give him a try then.” Chrissy whispered before pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips.
“There’s enough of me for both of you.” Eddie cut in, interrupting their kiss. He stuck his tongue out, flicking it teasingly. Chrissy removed her pants, climbed up, and straddled Eddie’s mouth, facing Steve.
“Stick your tongue out.” She demanded. With a groan, Eddie stuck his tongue out flat. She ground her hips against it, rubbing her clit against the wet heat.
Steve huffed impatiently as Eddie’s hips stilled, his hands left the man’s hips and gripped Chrissy’s thighs, spreading her wider until she was sitting flush with his face.
“Eds, I’m gonna crush you.” Chrissy whined, breaking character for a moment. With a scoff, Eddie let her lift up a little.
“First of all, you won’t. Steve’s sat on my face and I’ve been fine.” Eddie began, Steve nodding in agreement.
“Second, if I die, I die. Smother me with that sweet sweet pussy.” He growled, pulling her down again. He thrust his tongue into her as far as he could, flicking against her g-spot.
A moan escaped her as she trusted him to tap out if he needed. Turning back to Steve, she pulled him in for a kiss.
“Is the milk man leaving my pretty wife hanging?” Chrissy asked with a smirk. Steve whined and nodded pathetically. “Guess you better fuck yourself huh?”
Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s chest, lifting his hips nearly all the way before slamming back down. Eddie moaned into her cunt, as Steve set a brutal pace.
“Slow down, honey. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” Chrissy whispered condescendingly, pushing her hands down onto Steve’s thighs. Both men groaned at the slow pace she set for them.
Eddie’s tongue flicked her clit, then he sucked it into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. His nose ground against her entrance as he worked his jaw, making her legs tremble.
“I’m close, Mr. Munson.” She cried out, reaching back to take his hair in hand and shove him deeper into her pussy. He moaned in pleasure, his hips bucking up into Steve as she ground into his mouth.
Steve gasped and reached for her, grabbing her clothed tits, and tweaked one of her nipple, sucking the other one into his mouth through the fabric of her shirt.
“Ah!” She cried out as her orgasm rushed through her. When it was over, she slid off Eddie’s face.
“Who knew Mr. Cunningham tasted so sweet?” He panted, red faced with glistening lips, grinning from ear to ear. Laughing brightly, she leaned down kissing her boyfriend deeply, moaning at her taste on his tongue.
“Now what?” She asked. Steve’s hard dick leaked pre-cum onto Eddie’s stomach and a part of her wanted to leave him hanging just for the hell of it.
“What do you want to do next, Chrissy? It’s your show.” Eddie reminded her. After a moment of thought, she jumped from the bed, darting to the backpack by the bed.
“Mrs. Cunningham, lay down on the bed face down. Mr. Munson, stand behind him.” She directed as she dug through the bag. As they got into position, she yanked on her harness, attaching her favorite dildo to it. It was a mold of Eddie’s dick and it tickled her pink to fuck him with himself.
Eddie stood at the foot of the bed, his pants now around his ankles, as he waited for her. When he spotted the dildo of his cock, he blushed bright red from his hair to his stomach.
Grabbing Steve’s hips, she maneuvered him down the bed until his ass was on the edge, flipping his dress up to expose his ass. Then, she took Eddie’s hands and put one on each side of Steve, guiding his cock to rest an inch inside the other man’s hole.
“Don’t move.” She commanded. Dropping to her knees, she spread Eddie’s ass getting a good look. Without warning, she licked a long strip from his taint to the base of his spine, dipping her tongue into the dimples on his back.
“Shit.” Eddie murmured. His hips jerked forward, causing Steve to cry out.
“I said don’t move.” Chrissy gripped his hips hard, pulling them back into her waiting mouth. She spit on his hole, shoving her tongue inside.
With a free hand, she snagged the bottle of lube out of her bag, slicking up two fingers. She thrust them both inside next to her tongue, knowing Eddie liked a little bit of pain.
“Fuck!” Eddie shouted and his knees nearly buckled, legs shaking with the effort to hold still. Slipping out her tongue, she added a third finger, spreading them a little to stretch his hole.
“Chr-Mr. Cunningham, please.” Eddie gasped, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on Steve’s hips.
“Please, what Mr. Munson? Is my wife’s ass not enough?” She pouted mockingly as she sped up her fingers. They were too short to reach his prostate, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
“Please, please. Mr. Cunningham fuck me.” Eddie cried, his hips twitching minutely back into her hand. Chrissy stood and pulled her fingers out, pressing her chest to Eddie’s back.
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” She lined the dildo up and pushed in hard, forcing him forward into Steve. Both men cried out at suddenly being filled, Eddie threw his head back at the duel sensation.
“What’s a matter, Mr. Munson? I thought you said there’s enough of you for both of us.” Chrissy smirked. She gave them a second to adjust while she turned to Steve.
“Hey Steve. The cock in Eddie’s ass is the same as the one in yours.” She said thrusting her hips forward. Eddie whined in response, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of her hips or her words.
“I bet it feels amazing then, doesn’t it Eds.” Steve panted, moving his hips back. Eddie groaned, leaning his head on Steve’s shoulder.
“Answer him, baby. Does it feel good getting fucked by your own cock?” Chrissy asked, pulling out nearly all the way, then shoving back in to the hilt.
“Fuck! Yes, yes it feels so good. I love fucking myself on my cock.” Eddie cried. Chrissy did it again and again, setting a quick pace.
Eddie ground into Steve, unable to fuck him properly, and the man whined in discontent. Chrissy slowed to a stop until only the head rested inside her boyfriend.
“Now, now Mr. Munson. You’re not treating my wife very well are you?” Chrissy murmured. “Fuck him good and deep.” With a gasp, Eddie pulled out of Steve, impaling himself on Chrissy’s strap. He thrust into Steve, keeping the pace slow and steady.
“Is that the best you can do?” Chrissy tutted at him, grabbed his hips, and pulled him back onto her cock hard, then shoved him forward quickly. “Like this, Mr. Munson. My wife likes it hard and fast. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Fuck. Yes, I love it.” Steve huffed in agreement, rocking back to take Eddie deeper. Chrissy matched his thrusts, keeping Eddie trapped in between them.
“Oh god.” He cried putting one hand on Steve’s hip and the other on Chrissy’s as he fucked Steve and himself. She rotated her hips until Eddie let out a long keening whine.
“There it is.” She smiled, nailing his prostate on every thrust. Moans fell from the two men as Eddie sped up, fucking them both harder.
“Oh shit, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He cried out, turning to find Chrissy’s lips. “Can I please, Mr. Cunningham? Can I fill up your wife?” He moaned against her mouth.
“Already? You didn’t even get my wife off first?” She sighed disapprovingly. A sound Chrissy’s never heard Eddie make escaped his lips as tears sprung to his eyes. When she only raised her eyebrows in expectation, a few tears escaped as he sighed in frustration. Chrissy licked them up and thought he never looked more beautiful.
Eddie snagged Steve around the waist, pulling him flush against his chest, forcing his cock deep inside the other man. Steve cried out, digging his nails into Eddie’s arm, no doubt nudging him closer to the edge.
“Cum, Stevie. Please cum for me.” Eddie cried and wrapped a hand around Steve’s cock, stroking it quickly and sloppily.
“Shit!” Steve shouted as ropes of cum shot out of him damping the inside of his dress. Chrissy glanced down watched his hole flutter around Eddie’s cock, squeezing him tightly.
“Please, please, please. Let me cum, Chrissy.” Eddie begged, fucking himself back harder, impaling himself deeper.
“I wanna feel his cum inside me.” Steve whined.
“I don’t know. Should I really let the milk man cum in my wife when he’s been fucking him behind my back?” She asked, reaching up and flicking Eddie’s nipple piercing.
“Oh fuck! Please, Mr. Cunningham. Let me fill up your wife. I promise I won’t do it again.” Eddie cried, his hips thrusting sloppily now.
“Not without me anyway.” She said, biting down on his shoulder. His whole body trembled against hers, he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.
“No-not without you I promise.” Eddie panted, his teeth dug into his lip and his eyes were shut tight against the pleasure.
“Good boy.” She murmured. Twisting and pulling at his nipples, she sucked a mark into his skin.
“Fuck, Please!” Eddie sobbed, tears falling in earnest. His head lolled side to side and he smacked Steve’s ass punctuating his cry.
“Cum.” She said pounding into his prostate relentlessly.
Chrissy watched with rapt attention as Eddie threw his head back, eyelids fluttering, mouth dropped open with a silent scream. He curled forward, shoving deeper into Steve making the other man whine with over stimulation.
“That’s it baby, fill my wife up to the brim.” Chrissy grinned, grinding into Eddie a few more times. She glanced down, biting her lip as she watched Eddie’s hole clench down around the mold of his cock. It went on for a while, every thrust of Chrissy’s hips extending his orgasm until he tapped her hand.
She pulled out and stepped away, giving him room to pull out of Steve too. Chrissy spread Steve’s ass, watching Eddie’s cum slide out as his gaping hole clenched around nothing. When she let him go, Steve crumbled to the floor.
He quickly spun her around, pulled off her strap, and laid her on the bed. Eddie took her chin in hand, pulling her into a deep kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth, caressing it gently. At the same time, Steve pushed her legs apart, lapping at her cunt.
“Mm, fuck Eds she’s so wet.” Steve groaned before diving back in. Without breaking their kiss, Eddie slid a hand down her body, pushing a finger inside her. The squelching sound of her throbbing pussy filled the room and if it wasn’t for the twin groans from the men, she would be embarrassed. As it was, she couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure they bestowed upon her.
A second finger entered her and the angle let her know it was Steve’s. She moaned softly as the two men finger fucked her at different speeds. Steve sucked her clit into his mouth, while Eddie added a second finger, crooking them, and rubbing along her g-spot relentlessly.
“Cum for me, Mr. Cunningham.” Eddie murmured. “Cum on the milk man’s fingers and your wife’s tongue.” Steve added another finger, bringing the total up to four, the brief burst of pain only turning her on more.
“Oh.” She squeaked, tightening around the fingers inside her. Eddie’s lips were back on hers, swallowing any other sound she made as her cunt fluttered.
Gasping, she snagged Steve’s hair shoving him into her pussy, as her back bowed off the bed. Eddie licked up her neck, sucking along her pulse point, no doubt leaving a hickey.
“Keep going.” He said to Steve, pulling his fingers out to add his hand to the back of the other man’s head. Steve replaced Eddie’s fingers with his own, keeping her full, and finger blasted her hard and fast.
Panting for breath, Chrissy cried out when Eddie pushed her shirt up, biting along her tits and pinching her nipples.
“I’m close.” She warned them, as a third orgasm made itself known.
“You’re gonna squirt all over Steve’s face, understand?” Eddie asked. It wasn’t a question and she knew if she didn’t, he’d keep going until she did.
“Yes, sir.” She said, pushing two fingers into the fresh mark he left on her neck. Groaning at her actions, Eddie kissed her messily, nipping and biting her lips. He ground his hips against her side, his dick, already hard again, pressed into her hip.
Twisting her wrist, she grasped his cock, stroking it in time with Steve’s hand inside her. Eddie dropped his head to her shoulder with a pained gasped.
“You want me to cum again, pretty girl?” Eddie asked softly.
“Yes, please want to feel it.” She sighed as she gripped him tighter. He thrust into her hand, biting his lip hard, and shooting ropes of hot cum onto her stomach.
“You’re turn gorgeous.” Eddie whispered, his kisses turning gentle and tender. Crying out against his mouth, her body jerked as she came again, grinding into Steve’s face. The sounds of her wetness filled the room, getting louder as she gushed on Steve’s tongue and fingers.
“Good girl.” Eddie sighed once she relaxed back into the bed. They let go of Steve, who took his time lapping at her until he stood up, cock rock hard.
Steve looked at Eddie pleadingly, eyes darting down to the pool of cum drying on her stomach.
“Ask her, sweetheart.” Eddie said, eyes on Chrissy’s face. She looked between their faces and Steve’s cock with a calculating look.
“Go head.” She said trying her best to sound unbothered.
“Thank you.” Steve sighed as he took his cock in hand, jerking it quickly and efficiently, adding his cum to the mix on her stomach.
“Clean it up.” Chrissy said to Steve with a smirk. At first, it looked like Steve would refuse, but a crooked eyebrow in his direction had him bending over, licking up every drop. “Show me.”
Steve crawled up the bed and opened her mouth, showing the pool of cum resting on his tongue. She grabbed his chin, directed his mouth to Eddie’s, and watched as they kissed.
A few minutes later, when the cum rested in Eddie’s mouth, she pulled him down to her, kissing him soundly. They made out sloppily, passing the mixture of cum and spit back and forth a few times before Chrissy swallowed it down, sticking her tongue out to show them it was empty.
“Fuck that was hot.” Eddie sighed gazing at her adoringly. With a giggle, she sat up, stretching her arms above her head, Eddie kept a hand on her thigh.
“Shower?” Steve asked as he climbed off the bed, stripping his dress off and tossing it into the dirty clothes basket, Eddie and Chrissy following suit. He led them into the en-suite, turning on the shower to let the water warm up.
“The perks of doing this at your house Stevie, is this shower.” Eddie laughed as water rushed through the multiple shower heads. Chrissy’s family had money, but not like Steve.
“And the privacy.” Chrissy shrugged. She still lived with her parents and Eddie’s trailer was the opposite of sound proof; it was nice to be somewhere no one could actually catch them.
“True. I’m just happy they installed this stuff before they left me the house.” Steve laughed. Once the water was ready, they stepped into the warm spray, Eddie wrapped his arms around her small waist, resting his chin on her head.
“You did amazing, love.” He said, kissing her hair. Chrissy twisted in his arms, pressing their lips together lightly.
“Thank you, baby. Can I wash your hair?” She asked. Eddie nodded, taking a seat on the bench in the shower.
“Stevie, sit here.” Eddie gestured for the other man to sit on the floor. When he did so, Eddie lathered shampoo into his hair as Chrissy did the same to him.
“Ugh, what is this a cheerleader slumber party.” Steve complained even as he leaned back into Eddie’s touch.
“No, those had way more hair care and way less sex.” Chrissy commented. Eddie snorted unattractively, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“You never like sat in a circle and fingered each other?” Steve asked her, skeptically.
“Not once. Why? Did the basketball team jerk each other off?” She retaliated, expecting him to grimace in disgust. Instead, he blushed, eyes darting to the side.
“They did, baby. That’s why they were all so weird.” Eddie laughed, rinsing the shampoo from Steve’s hair, handing the detachable head to Chrissy.
“That explains so much.” She admitted.
They took turns washing each other, teasing, and laughing until the water grew cold. Eddie let her dry him off before he returned the favor, pressing kisses on her skin every once in a while. They sipped from the water bottles Steve set up earlier then cleaned the bedroom, Eddie stuck close to her side, touching her whenever he could.
“Why do you always hold onto me?” Steve asked him once they were laying down on fresh sheets. Chrissy was in the middle, Eddie spooned up behind her, his hand grasping Steve’s bicep. At the man’s question, Eddie drew his hand back resting it on Chrissy’s stomach.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, burying his nose in Chrissy’s hair. She glared at Steve, hitting his chest lightly with the back of her hand. For a moment he looked offended, until he heard Eddie’s soft sniffle.
“No, no, no. It’s not a bad thing!” Steve rushed to reassure his friend. “I was just asking, that’s all.” Grabbing Eddie’s hand, he returned it to his arm, placing his own on top to keep it there.
“He likes to know you’re still there. Keeps him calm after an intense scene.” Chrissy whispered, running her fingers along Eddie’s arm soothingly.
“Oh, that makes sense. It’s like drinking a Gatorade after a game. You need it to replenish your emotional electrolytes.” He nodded solemnly. Chrissy gaped at him, before bursting into shocked laughter, Eddie joining in.
“I mean, that’s basically correct.” She said once she recovered even as Eddie continued cackling behind her.
“Gotcha. You guys do this every time?” He asked, likely thinking about the first time the three of them hooked up and the night ended similarly.
“Pretty much.” She said, snuggling down into their embrace.
“Do you not?” Eddie peaked out over Chrissy’s shoulder with furrowed brows. Steve shrugged, looking away with a blush.
“Never thought about it.” He admitted. Chrissy sighed, knowing her boyfriend was about to give Steve the importance of aftercare speech he gave her after their first time.
“Nap first, proper sex etiquette after.” She said before a yawn helpfully forced its way out of her mouth. Eddie pressed a kiss to her neck and scoot closer to her, pulling Steve in tightly.
“Okay, fine. But you better be ready for a lesson, Harrington.” He said firmly. With a roll of his eyes, Steve pulled the blanket up over the three of them, settling into the embrace.
“Can’t wait.” Steve replied sarcastically.
As her eyes slipped shut, she tapped Eddie’s hand four times, their silent sign for I love you. Smiling when she felt the answering taps on her back, she slipped into unconsciousness already planning their next scene.
Written for @switcheddieweek's June 28th prompts: Roleplay and Forest!
Steddie | Rated: E | 3.8K | CWs: They play rough together! | Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, BDSM, Anal Sex, Switch Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Predator/Prey, Trauma, BDSM Scene, BDSM as therapy, Biting, Pretending to be the monster who almost ate the guy you're fucking and then fucking him
[ AO3 ] (Link leads to chapter 1, this story is now complete!)
Eddie and Steve get to know each other better, and Eddie brings up something that might help with the whole briefly dying until Steve brought him back to life thing.
Excerpt
Usually he’d do it in public first—something that skims the surface of intensity, at a sex party or a dungeon—but he knows Steve. Eddie briefly died in his arms, right? Steve worked way too hard to get him to live just to show up years later and murder him.
Though, when he had reasoned that out with himself, the idea made him freeze for a full minute, staring down at a half constructed sandwich with his stomach rumbling, the butter knife limp in his hand. It could be an interesting thing to roleplay—like maybe Steve has a world of baggage too, and maybe Steve would love it if he could control that old situation better in a fictional reenactment that involved like, Halloween props and a box of condoms...
Dom Steve Month 2025 - Kink Prompts - Week One : Knots + Stevie Week 2025 - Day 1 : Cottagecore + Switch Eddie Week 2025 - Non-Kink Prompts - Day 4 : Art - T4T Steddie - 28.06.2025
For this one I decided to combine prompts from the @domstevemonth, @stevieweek and @switcheddieweek events 😊💕
Dom Steve Month 2025 - Kink Prompts : Week One - Knots | Strength / Week Two - Worship | Denial / Week Three - Impact | First / Week Four - Caught | Marking
Dom Steve Month 2025 - General Prompts : Week One - Crisis | Mirror / Week Two - Honesty | Wish / Week Three - Letters | Clothes / Week Four - Parents | Date
Stevie Week 2025 : Day 1 - Cottagecore | Prom / Day 2 - Cryptid | Hospital / Day 3 - Horror | Princess / Day 4 - Jock | Pride Parade / Day 5 - Mall | After Party / Day 6 - Convention | Punk / Day 7 - Fantasy | Crop Top
Switch Eddie Week 2025 - Kink : Day 1 - Latex / Day 2 - Humiliation / Day 3 - Spit | Fluid / Day 4 - Aftermath / Day 5 - Non-Verbal Negociation / Day 6 - Exposure / Day 7 - Roleplay
Switch Eddie Week 2025 - Non-Kink : Day 1 - Sunrise | Sunset / Day 2 - Elbow Grease / Day 3 - Perfume / Day 5 - Dancing / Day 6 - Glass / Day 7 - Forest
t4t Steddie with Domme Stevie and Switch Sub Eddie - 28.06.2025
Stevie : "You're doing so good for Mommy, babyboy~ Letting me wrap you in ropes this way, and making such a beautiful artpiece out of you~ It makes me so happy that you'd let me dom you this way, sweetheart~"
Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background, shadows effect, and the lace motifs and flowers pattern on Stevie's dress
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / AO3 post 3 / Bluesky NSFW post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post
Written for @switcheddieweek's June 25th and 27th prompts: Art, Aftermath, Exposure, and Glass!
Eddie Munson x Reader | Rated: E | 7.5K | CWs: N/A | Tags: Gender of Reader-Insert is Not Specified, POV Second Person, Community College, Alternate Universe - College/University, Exhibitionism, Switch Eddie Munson, Public Nudity, Public Masturbation, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Nude Modeling, Oral Sex, Reader-Insert
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Summary & Excerpt
You take the first step into living out a deep fantasy of yours, and that's thrilling enough, but something happens to take it a little further than you intended on.
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Fuck it—might as well go for the whole experience, it’s not like this will take very long. You’re already hot and throbbing, and adrenaline zips through you with a rush of freedom that forces a violent shiver through your body. You step up onto the platform and at first you just stand there with your arms by your sides, imagining it. A bright room in the middle of the day, filled with all of the weirdly hot nerds that aren’t too rancid in personality to take elective art classes. You fill in a few generic faces—you’ve probably seen them on TV—because despite the average beauty of the next generation of accountants, the pickings at community college are still pretty slim.
I'm gonna be so real this was not supposed to be this long. I let the muse guide my hands.
Sequel to Hold You Tight
For @switcheddieweek | prompt: “exposure” “glass” | rating: E | pairings: Steddie, Gareth/Eddie | WC: 7133 | CW: none | Eddie uses pussy, cunt, and clit for his bits.
Summary: A month after the best night of his life, Steve’s back at the Izzy 6 searching for Eddie. Too bad Gareth’s on guard dog duty. Can Steve earn Eddie’s forgiveness and pass Gareth’s test?
Eddie lets Gareth take the reins for a fun night, he has more fun than he thought he would.
Or Steve and Eddie meet again at the Izzy 6. Steve is looking for forgiveness, Eddie's looking for fun, and Gareth makes sure they both get what they want.
the POVs are split up on AO3 if you want to read it that way
AO3
Steve
The first time Steve entered the Izzy 6, he was shocked to say the least. It was different from a dance club or a bar. The booths were soft to the touch, the lighting was gentle, and everything was clean. His first visit almost ended in disaster, until a beautiful man in a chest harness rescued him from an aggressive Dom.
His deep brown eyes pulled him in and soon he found himself on his back, cuffed to a bed. Afterwards, he fell asleep with heart full. When they woke up, Eddie made sure Steve was feeling okay, gave him his number, and asked Steve to call with a hopeful smile. Steve promised he would…then never did.
Like an idiot.
For weeks, Steve's returned to the club in an attempt to apologize, but every time he chickens out. Instead, he had unsatisfying hook ups with people who looked exactly like the other man. It was ridiculous, it was embarrassing.
The few times they made eye contact, Eddie's expression would harden before ignoring him altogether. It broke his heart when someone else had Eddie's undivided attention but he'd be the worst kind of hypocrite if he was pissed at him for it. Especially when those big brown eyes would find him again, wet with the wrong kind of tears.
The next time Steve saw him, he wouldn't run. Eddie mentioned he and his friend Willow were regulars, all he had to do was find them, explain, and ask for a second chance.
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Steve thanked the attendant for the white wristband, tucking it under his sleeve for the time being as he scanned the club; but he didn't see Eddie. He shuffled through the crowd, leaned against the bar, and waved over Toni, the bartender.
“He’s not here yet.” She said gruffly and handed over his usual rum and coke. The angry set to her lips seemed to be worse today; but Steve had no idea why she was always so grumpy. Everyone he met said Toni was the nicest of all the bartenders.
“Do you have a problem with me?” Steve asked before she could move away. Toni raised her eyebrows incredulously.
“You’re joking right?” She huffed. When it was clear he was serious, she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and mumbled something under her breath. If Steve had to guess it was along the lines of lord give me strength.
“Look kid, I’m not going to tell you what to do.” Toni sighed. “But Kas is a friend of mine. You seem like a nice guy, but every few days you show up here looking for him then end up fucking his doppelganger.” Steve flinched even though she wasn’t wrong.
“So, what should I do?” Steve mumbled.
“Talk to his guard dog.” Toni snickered and tilted her chin over Steve’s shoulder. He turned around and spotted Eddie entering the club; but he wasn’t alone. A shorter man with shaggy blond hair held his hand as they wove through the crowd.
“What’s his name?” Steve’s eyes followed them to an empty table. Now that he got a good look, Steve realized this guy was always nearby anytime he spotted Eddie. Sometimes they were playing together, sometimes they were playing with other people, but they were never far apart.
“That’s Willow. He’s your best bet of talking to Kas but he’s protective as hell, so tread carefully.” Toni set two glasses in front of him. “This is their normal order. Good luck!”
“Thanks.” He said as he grabbed the Mojito cocktail and whiskey sour. Before she let go, Toni leaned into his space menacingly.
“If you hurt him in a way he doesn’t like again, I will unleash that pain on you, tenfold. Do you understand me?” She glared. It felt like he was being scolded by his mom.
“Yes, ma’am.” He mumbled. With a satisfied nod, she released the cups, and shooed him away.
He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, before he made his way to their table. As he approached, the two watched him, Eddie with sad curious eyes, and Willow with a deadly glare. Setting the drinks down in the middle of the table, Steve wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.
“May I sit?” He asked.
Willow glanced at Eddie with an eyebrow raised in question. They seemed to have a silent communication before he back to Steve, nodding once.
“What do you want?” Willow asked once Steve was settled. Steve glanced at Eddie but he wouldn’t look at him, keeping his eyes on the table.
“Can I talk to Kas alone please?” He asked even though he knew the answer.
“No chance in hell.” Willow sneered. Then with a complete shift in personality, he gently touched Eddie’s shoulder speaking softly. “Baby, why don’t you go over to the bar and catch up with Toni? I’ll find our playmates and get a room.”
“Yes, sir.” Eddie smiled and slipped from the booth, snagging the cocktail off the table as he went, still ignoring Steve. He hated to admit how much that stung.
“Let me level with you Strider.” Willow glared. “I don’t like you. And before you assume it’s because I have feelings for Kas or anything like that, I don’t. We fuck, we’re friends, it’s not more complicated than that.” The man shrugged.
The crazy thing was, Steve believed him. There was no hint of a lie, no underlying heartbreak, not a hint of jealousy. Which meant that whatever Willow said, Steve knew was pure protectiveness.
“I don't like you, because you’re a coward. You ask my best friend to make love to you, don't call, then show up night after night, getting his hopes up, just to rip it away.” He sneered. “Knowing Kas, he already forgave you. Hell, he'd probably give you a second chance. But I'm not one to let go of of something so easily. Don't say it's not my business, I'm the one who always picks up the pieces when he gets his heart broken.”
Hearing that gutted him. He'd been so afraid of falling too hard and too fast with no one to catch him, that he never bothered to find out if Eddie jumped too. Seems he was lucky enough to have a parachute. A parachute with spikes.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him, honest.” Steve said. “What can I do? I’ll do anything!” And he would. Any height, any hoop that Willow presented him with, he’d jump through with no hesitation.
“Anything?” The man smirked. Steve gulped, dread filling his stomach, but nodded anyway. Willow explained what he wanted from Steve, each word pierced his skin and burned him with fire. “You in?” Willow raised an eyebrow. He knew he could refuse and still talk to Eddie, even if Willow was making it seem like he couldn’t. Eddie didn’t seem like the type of guy to be friends with someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer. And he had to admit, every thing Willow said went straight to his cock.
“I said anything, didn't I?” He gulped. Willow smirked, drank the whiskey like a shot, and tapped the table twice.
“Stay here.” Willow dipped out of the booth, dashing to Eddie's side. He leaned in, kissing him softly and deeply. Steve could tell even from this far away that Willow’s tongue roamed in Eddie's mouth.
When they broke apart, they kept their heads together speaking adamantly until they both turned to him.
Eddie's eyes met his for the first time in a while. Nervously he waved, wiggling his fingers back and forth. Eddie lifted his hand and crooked his index finger just once. Before he could second guess it, Steve was out of his seat and across the bar.
“Willow says you're sorry for not calling and that you want to make it up to me.” Eddie asked with a light lilt in his voice.
“Yes. I am and I do!” Steve agreed falling to his knees at Eddie's feet.
“You won't dip out on me again?” He asked again.
“Never.” He promised. A manic grin spread wide across the man's face and he took hold of Steve's chin tightly. Eddie leaned in as if to kiss him, but instead he bit his cheek harshly, then jumped to his feet.
“Follow me.”
Steve rose to his feet, but a look from Willow had him on his knees again.
“He didn't say you could stand.” The man reminded him. Toni was right, he was a guard dog.
Obediently, Steve crawled on all fours behind the two men until they came to a stop in one of the two big back rooms. There were already people here, fucking or watching; but, Eddie clapped his hands loudly drawing all eyes to him.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between. If you’re eyes are free, please direct them to the man on his knees.” Eddie called joyfully. The room grew quiet, only the occasional moan from preoccupied couples could be heard.
Blood rushed to his cheeks as dozens of eyes fell on him. He did his best not to squirm under the attention, but he wanted to run and hide. But more than that, he wanted to follow Eddie's orders.
“Willow, please fill the audience in on Strider’s transgression.” Eddie’s eyes burned into his skin as he spoke.
“He broke a promise he made to our beloved Kas.” Willow said condescendingly. Steve was thankful he didn’t tell the whole room everything, that at least would be kept a secret.
The prickling of white hot humiliation rose under his skin as the room booed him, like an artist who sang the wrong words. The worst part was the way his cock hardened in his jeans. Why was this turning him on?
“You know what we should do?” Eddie asked and whispered into Willow’s ear. Willow smiled and slowly made his way to Steve’s side.
“You know, Kas is putting on a show later.” Willow whispered. “He’ll need a marker.”
A hand in Steve’s hair pulled him to his feet, forcing him forward.
“Take your clothes off.” Eddie demanded with a sneer. A shiver ran down Steve’s spine and he shakily removed everything. The soft, sweet Eddie from a month ago was gone and in his place was someone mean and vindictive. But, god Steve loved it.
Someone whistled when he was finally naked, no doubt his blush spread from his face down his chest. Eddie snapped his fingers, pointing at the ground. Kneeling at the silent command, Steve bit back a curse when Eddie’s boot landed on his shoulder.
“All the way.” He sneered forcing Steve down onto his elbows. “That’s what I thought.” Eddie crouched in front of him, yanking him up by the hair. The rough treatment made him keen.
“Show the room your hole.” When he didn’t immediately listen, Eddie slapped him hard across the face, enough to snap his neck to the side. Moaning, he dropped to his chest and spread his ass, exposing himself to the rapt audience. It was awful, it was exhilarating. His dick kicked up against his chest.
“You like that? Need everyone to see you?” Eddie asked before mocking laughter echoed through the room. “Holy shit, you prepped your asshole before coming here?”
“Yes.” He mumbled in embarrassment. He heard it before he felt it, a glob of spit landed on his stretched hole, causing him to cry out.
“Should we let everyone spit on you?” Eddie whispered. The thought made shame swirl deep in his gut, his hips squirmed, and he whined, though he wasn’t sure if it was because he hated the idea or he loved it. Thankfully he didn’t have to make that choice.
“No, you’d like that too much.” Eddie laughed viciously. Each sneer or cutting remark when right to his dick, pre-cum dripped from the tip onto the floor. Eddie tapped his balls with his boot, making him flinch. The room laughed when he whined.
“You can’t cum yet.” Willow said. Steve forgot about him, though he assumed that was by design. He kicked Steve’s legs apart and wound rope around his waist.
A few loops went around each thigh, then they criss crossed along his thighs, on and between his ass cheeks, and around his waist until Willow tied it all together. Willow knocked Steve’s hands off his body, added a few more knots, and his arms were attached to his sides. The rope on his ass kept him spread, meaning he’d be on display until he was freed.
“Open.” Eddie tapped his lips. As soon as it was open far enough, a dick gag was shoved down his throat, his eyes rolled back at the weight on his tongue; then he remembered the crowd. He glanced around the room and saw several people actively watching. An embarrassed whine slipped from his lips as he closed his eyes tightly.
Once the gag was secured, Steve stared at the ground, trying to hide. But Eddie forced him to see the crowd by his hair.
“Behold the promise breaker.” Eddie laughed. Steve’s gut twisted knowing he put himself in this position, this was the most humiliating moment of his life. His dick had never been harder. Any dignity he had when he walked in here was long gone and he’d never get it back. He’s not sure he wanted it back.
Willow helped him to his feet and he flushed deeper when his dick bobbed, a string of pre-cum connected the tip to his stomach. A black marker forced it’s way into his hand and Willow ordered him to hold it.
“Now then. Thank you for your time, but I have a prior engagement.” Eddie dispersed the crowd and took hold of the rope around Steve’s waist.
“Are you going to follow me on your own or do I have to drag you?” Eddie asked lowly. The dick gag filled his mouth, drool dripped down his chin, but there was no way he was missing out on what happened next. He stepped closer to indicate he’d follow.
Without another word, Eddie left the big room, making his way toward a viewing room. It was only then, that Steve noticed Eddie’s wrist band was white.
Admittedly, Eddie’s been in a slump since Steve never called. It was stupid to get his hopes up in the first place; it’s not like they met at a coffee shop or something. There wasn’t a first date or getting to know each other. But, Eddie woke up with Steve’s arms around him and he hoped they could be something more. Turned out Steve didn’t agree.
Late at night, he’d toss and turn, remembering the look in Steve’s eyes when he whispered pretend that you love me. He had a habit of falling too fast, but he’s never let that stop him. Who cared if he got his heart broken if he was loved for a while? But, Steve didn’t have the decency to love him before stepping on his heart; he didn’t even to let him down easy.
Instead, Steve showed up night after night at the club, hooking up with people who could be Eddie’s twin, but only after making sure Eddie saw him. It wasn’t just mean, it was cruel. Eddie'd get his hopes up every time that Steve would come over and talk to him, say hi, anything! But every time, his heart hurt a little more.
He should take a break, go to a different club or stay at home; but, Gareth said it was letting Steve win. That’s why he didn’t say no when Gare said he had a plan to get him out of his slump, make him forget all about Steve, and clear his mind.
It’s been a while since Eddie subbed, frankly he hasn’t been in the mood. But he trusts his best friend, so tonight, he’s letting him make all the decisions.
They pulled up to the club, and got their respective bands from the attendant. Gareth helped Eddie put his on and laced their fingers together, grounding Eddie to the moment. It was a silent I’ve got you to Eddie, but it told the other patrons you have to go through me. Even on nights when they played with different partners, Gareth had been nearby, keeping Eddie safe with his protective nature.
Smiling at his friend, Eddie let himself be led to a booth, where they talked about the night. Gareth wouldn’t tell him everything just asked him who he'd be comfortable with; Eddie made him promise no strangers, only repeat partners. It was Friday so he’d have plenty to choose from. Movement across the bar caught his eye and he tensed. Steve was on his way over.
“Gare, what should I do?” Eddie asked quietly. Gareth looked over his shoulder with a glare.
“I’ll handle it.” He promised.
“May I sit?” Steve asked after he set down two glasses. It was their usual order: a Mojito and whiskey sour. Eddie rolled his eyes, Toni must have helped him out.
He kept his eyes on the table, knowing that if he looked at Steve he’d fold immediately. And he knew he shouldn’t forgive him too easily. Gareth’s gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts.
“Baby, why don’t you go over to the bar and catch up with Toni? I’ll find our playmates and get a room.” Gareth whispered softly. Their eyes met and Eddie saw the fire burning in his friend.
“Yes, sir.” Eddie smiled. He grabbed the Mojito off the table and made his way to the bar. He sipped it with a grimace, this was normally Gareth’s drink but he wouldn’t give Steve the satisfaction.
“Letting the guard dog off his leash?” Toni laughed when she spotted him. With a nod, Eddie glanced over his shoulder to see them talking. Or rather, Gareth talked while Steve shrunk in on himself. Unlike the first time, Eddie let Steve cower; he knew whatever Gareth was saying, Steve deserved.
“Yeah, speaking of...” Eddie said raising the drink in question. Toni glanced at it and laughed.
“Feeling, bratty tonight, Kas?” Toni asked before she handed him a whiskey sour. “Here, on the house.” Eddie tipped the glass in thanks and drink them both while he waited.
A few minutes later, Gareth came up behind him, grabbed his chin, and kissed him softly. A swipe of his tongue had Eddie’s lips parting to accept it into his own mouth. Eddie loved kissing, he sucked gently on the appendage, tangling their tongues together. When Gareth pulled back he tried not to follow his lips, biting back a whine.
“Do you mind if we change things up a bit tonight?” He asked. “Strider wants to apologize and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
Eddie glanced over to the table, finding Steve watching them closely. Thinking about it, he already forgave Steve, if he wanted another chance, Eddie would give it happily; Gareth on the other hand, could hold a grudge like nobody’s business. If Eddie wanted no bad blood between those two, he’d have to appease his guard dog.
“What did you have in mind?” He asked buzzing with anticipation.
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Tonight has already gone better than Eddie thought it would. A naked and bound Steve trailed behind him as he went to a viewing room. He didn’t know all that Gareth had planned tonight, but if he knew his friend it would be amazing.
Anticipation bubbled in his gut when he finally got to the room Gareth reserved for them. The beauty of a viewing room was the glass window. It could be toggled to be a one way mirror or transparent.
“You want to see your audience or ignore them?” Gareth asked as he brought up the rear. “Your choice, baby.” Baby. Gareth only called him that when they were playing; but sometimes it still surprised him how much he liked it. Eddie wanted to be someone’s baby all the time; not Gareth’s but someone’s.
Shaking his head, he gave the window a considering look. There was usually at least a few people in the audience, but at a Kas and Willow show? Standing room only.
“Keep it dark. I want to experience whatever you have planned without worrying about putting on a good show.” Eddie decided. With a nod, Gareth left the window as is and moved Steve around until his ass was pushed against the glass. Steve whined around the dildo down his throat and jerked away from the cold window.
“Don’t move until I tell you.” Gareth growled. His tone changed completely when he smiled gently at Eddie. “Baby, you wanna go take a look at him from the other side while I get everything set up?” He offered.
Eddie nodded excitedly and darted from the room to the other side of the wall. There was already a few people getting ready to watch the main event, the pre-show was Steve’s ass squished against the glass where his hole winked teasingly. If he looked carefully, Eddie saw the slight tremble in his hands as they flexed around the marker he held. That's when he remembered Gareth's words.
“Kas is putting on a show, he’ll need a marker.”
Did Gareth plan what Eddie's thinks he did? He bit his lip as arousal grew hot in his belly, pre-cum dripped from his cunt, damping his thighs. The crotchless panty harness Gareth insisted he wore suddenly made sense.
Dashing back to the room, Eddie rocked on the balls of his feet, excitement coursing through him.
“Did you like what you saw?” Gareth asked once he noticed Eddie’s face. Eddie glanced at Steve and decided to keep the energy from earlier in the night.
“You’ve seen one needy slut, you’ve seen them all.” He shrugged. Steve’s needy whine seemed to proved his point. In reality, seeing Steve all bound and helpless with his hole on display was driving him insane. He hoped he got a chance to fuck him tonight.
“I want you to get undressed as much as you want, and lay on the bed.” Gareth said softly. Eddie slipped out of his pants and jacket, opting to leave on his cropped tank top. His surgery scars had been bugging him this morning so he appreciated the choice to keep them covered.
Eddie climbed onto the bed and laid back, waiting for his next instruction.
“Good boy.” Gareth praised. The words settled under his skin like a blanket, wrapping him up with their warmth.
“Now, I won’t restrain you tonight if you promise to be good while everyone’s using you.” The phrasing made Eddie dizzy. Everyone. Oh fuck, it’s been so long since he’s done this type of thing. It was exactly the type of attention he needed.
“Yes sir. I’ll be good for them.” Eddie murmured. Gareth leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips in thanks.
“I know you will be, now let me get you ready.” Gareth snagged a bottle of lube off the side table, slicking his fingers. He tapped Eddie’s thighs and he spread them without hesitation. Gareth wrapped a hand around his calf, pulling it up to hook on his waist, then pet against his rim, pushing one finger in; but finding Eddie already relaxed, added a second.
Eddie moaned quietly at the stretch, the slight burst of pain disappeared into pleasure with every thrust of Gareth’s hand. Pursing his lips, he silently asked for a kiss that he wasn’t denied. Their lips moved together as slick sounds filled the room. A third finger pushed in next to the others and Eddie sighed contently.
There was a sound like the unbuckling of a belt before Eddie felt the pierced head of Gareth’s cock against his pussy. He gasped when he realized what was about to happen.
“Please do it.” He sighed.
“You got it, baby.” Gareth grinned then pushed into Eddie’s wet cunt. He writhed as Gareth slid in inch by inch.
“More, please.” Eddie whined. The conflicting sensations coursed through him and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to push back onto Gareth’s fingers or forward to take more of the delicious cock filling him up. Luckily, he didn’t have to choose. Gareth sped up both his hand and his hips, thrusting into Eddie’s g-spot.
“Oh shit.” Eddie cried before Gareth shoved his tongue in Eddie’s mouth muffling his moans. He felt Gareth everywhere, all his holes were filled just the way he liked it. The wet sounds of their coupling echoed in the room, raising Eddie’s pleasure to a fever pitch.
“Want to cum?” Gareth asked against his lips. Eddie nodded frantically, he was so close already. With his free hand, Gareth reached around the harness and rubbed Eddie’s clit, flicking the hood piercing. Eddie’s back bowed off the bed as he clenched around the cock and fingers inside him, his cry of ecstasy lost in Gareth’s mouth.
“Good boy.” Gareth murmured as he pulled out, Eddie whimpering at the losses.
“Wait, wait you didn’t cum.” Eddie gasped when Gareth went to tuck himself away. His eyes softened at Eddie’s pleading gaze as he pulled the harness back into place.
“I’m not letting anyone cum in your pussy, baby. Not even me.” Gareth cooed. “I’ll give you a load in your mouth or you ass if you want.”
“I wanna taste you and feel your cum all night.” Eddie pouted. He knew he was being a little bratty, but he didn’t care.
“Hmm, I’ll make you a deal.” Gareth said, running his hands through Eddie’s thick hair. “You can suck my dick until I’m close then I’ll cum in your ass.” That did sound good, but not good enough.
“I want you to breed me.” Eddie whined, if he was standing he’d stomp his foot. A sharp look from Gareth made him curl his shoulders; he wasn’t going to get what he wanted for sure now. But Gareth only sighed and shook his head fondly.
“I can’t say no to you.” He mumbled under his breath. “If I breed you, you don’t get anyone else’s cum. Got it?”
That brought Eddie up short, that could be a dozen loads of cum he’d miss out on. After a moment of consideration, he nodded in understanding. He wanted his cunt filled.
“Please breed me, sir.” Eddie whispered, rolling over onto all fours and opening his mouth. With a nod, Gareth moved around the bed, holding his dick out for Eddie. He groaned as he tasted himself, swallowing the length of Gareth’s cock in one go. He took it down his throat, cutting off his airway until he pulled back with a cough.
Gareth grabbed his head, shoving him down again, holding him there. His eyes watered as he struggled to breathe through his nose. Finally Gareth relaxed his hand letting Eddie pull off. He repeated the pattern until his cock kicked up in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie released his dick with a pop and flipped around, spreading his legs.
Without warning, Gareth shoved his cock back inside Eddie’s cunt, fucking him in deep rough strokes.
“Thank you, sir.” Eddie sighed. He leaned his forehead onto the bed, letting Gareth use him for his own pleasure.
“Here you go, baby.” With a grunt, Gareth stilled his hips deep inside, filling Eddie to the brim with his cum. Moaning at the feeling, Eddie clenched down, milking the cock inside him.
“Hold still.” Gareth said as he pulled out, replacing his cock with a pussy plug that Eddie recognized. That cheeky bastard must have brought it from home.
Eddie laid back down and watched as Gareth walked over to Steve. He marched him over to Eddie’s side, took the marker from his hand and wrote people served on Eddie’s thigh.
“Oh, fuck.” Eddie murmured biting his lip, his assumption was correct. The opened marker went back to Steve who did his best to draw a line under the words.
“You better get the count right.” Gareth said harshly. His eyes softened when he saw Eddie’s glassy eyes. “You ready baby?” Eddie blinked slowly at him, his eyelids were heavy but he wanted everything Gareth wanted to give him.
“Yes, sir.” He mumbled. Gareth snagged an average sized dildo from the toy cabinet, put a condom on it, and hooked it up to Eddie’s harness, slipping a bullet vibrator into the little pocket for later. Then, he walked over to the window, pushing the transparent button for a moment. Eddie glanced over and saw every seat was filled, with people standing in the empty space. Just as he predicted.
“It’s time. Those of you who were chosen to enjoy my boy here are free to come in whenever you want.” Gareth waved at the crowd before turning the window dark again. A few seconds later, the door to the room creaked open.
Darren, one of the other regulars, entered in with his girlfriend on a leash.
“She’s being punished, so she’s not allowed to cum. But, she’s gonna ride your boy.” Darren said, speaking to Gareth, completely ignoring Eddie.
He hoisted the puppy onto the bed, slid her down onto the dildo, and moved her hips up and down, setting a pace that looked brutal.
He whined when he realized he wasn’t going to feel anything this way, but the plug in his cunt reminded him he wasn’t alone. While the puppy rode him, someone else entered the room and pressed their dick to his lips.
“Ah, ah. Hang on.” Gareth said and handed the man a condom. Eddie pouted at Gareth, furrowing his brows.
“You agreed to this.” Gareth reminded him. Eddie sighed and opened his mouth, kitten licking the tip before taking the head in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, digging it into the slit.
The reward of salty pre-cum was missing, and as the puppy on his lap was pulled off, her whine of discontent made him ache in sympathy.
“My turn.” Darren said. He took one of Eddie’s thighs in each hand, bent him in half, and pushed his cock into Eddie’s ass. He cried out around the cock in his mouth, as Darren pounded his ass in quick short thrusts.
The cock in his mouth shoved in deeply, releasing into the condom before the person pet Eddie’s face gently. Darren’s hip stilled as he too came.
Three tally marks were added haphazardly to his leg.
The next group flipped him to his chest, so the strap was poised to fuck guy’s ass. He thrust forward, when another cock made it’s way into his hole.
The guy behind him didn’t move, making Eddie do all the work, fucking the guy in front of him and fucking himself back. When the guy he was fucking came, Eddie hoped there’d be some on the bed for him to at least lay on, but even he was wearing a condom.
Gareth really covered his bases. His cunt pulsed around the plug inside it and he decided it was still worth it even if he missed the feeling of cum splashing on his body.
Before long, his mind grew hazy and he got lost in it all. On his back again, a dental dam was laid over his mouth before someone sat on his face. Dammit, not even pussy. He thought as he darted his tongue inside, before flicking the clit.
The weight on his hips, was replaced by a cock in his ass. His jaw was stretched around a dick, his tongue worshiped pussy. He could feel his clit pulsing in time with his heart, he was so wet his cunt squelched whenever someone dropped down on his hips or pressed his thighs together, the plug inside him pushed against his g-spot sending pleasure coursing through him.
He had no idea how much time had passed but he didn’t care, he could stay like this forever. Over and over, he was used so many times he lost count of how many people he’s serviced. His hole and jaw were sore, his nose was filled with the scent of sex, and he’d never felt better.
“I’m going to let Strider have a turn, is that okay?” Gareth whispered into his ear. He glanced over to the window where Steve’s cock leaked steadily as he gazed at Eddie in awe.
“Yes, sir.” But when Gareth stepped away, Eddie grabbed his hand. “I want to fuck his ass.” He murmured. Gareth smirked and kissed his lips softly.
“You got it, baby.” He walked over to Steve and whispered something to him that made Steve nod frantically. Steve stumbled over, covered in drool and pre-cum.
A gentle hand pulled him off the bed where Steve took his place. He got another view of Steve’s hole and leaned forward to spit directly on it. Gareth reached between them and turned the vibrator on, shooting a jolt of pleasure through Eddie’s body.
“Go ahead.” Gareth said. Immediately, Eddie shoved his strap into Steve pounding in hard and fast. The vibrator bumped against his clit every time their hips met, and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“I’m gonna cum. Sir can I?” Eddie asked. He wished he could fuck Steve for longer but he’d been close for a while already.
“Go for it.” Gareth said and Eddie slid in deep, grinding his hips into Steve’s ass, clenching around the plug in his pussy hard. His legs trembled and he would have fallen over if Gareth hadn’t been there to support him.
Once he pulled out, Gareth turned the vibrator off, put Steve back in the corner, and helped Eddie sit, adding a tally.
The throbbing between his legs was worse when he sat down, the plug pressed right against his g-spot, and he desperately wanted Gareth’s cock again.
“You’re doing such a good job baby. Do you think you have it in you for one more?” Gareth asked softly, gesturing at himself. Eddie nodded eagerly and climbed into Gareth’s lap.
As Gareth worked the dildo out of the harness and opened his jeans, Eddie kissed along the other man’s neck, nipping and biting playfully.
“Let’s get this out, huh?” Gareth said, fingering around the plug. He pulled it out gently, and replaced it with his cock.
“Fuck, baby you’re soaked.” Gareth groaned, bucking his hips up. “You love being used, don’t you? Like making so many people cum? Even when you don’t get to feel it.”
“Yes, yes. Love it.” Eddie cried out as he bounced in Gareth’s lap. “You’re so deep like this. Feels so good.” He whined. Gareth ran his hands along his sides, gripping tightly.
“Kiss me.” Gareth demanded. Eddie leaned down and locked their lips together, slamming himself down, taking Gareth’s cock deeper. Panting breaths mixed between them, and Gareth shoved three fingers back inside his abused ass.
“Fuuuck.” He groaned. “I love when you fill every hole. Please, put something in my mouth.” He begged, dropping his mouth open.
With his free hand, Gareth placed two fingers into his mouth, pushing down on his tongue. Eddie hollowed his cheeks around them, swirling his tongue like they were a cock.
“Yeah, you like me in every hole? Want me to fuck them all at once?” Gareth asked. Eddie moaned high in his throat as he tightened around everything inside him. “Turn the vibe on, baby. My hands are busy.” Gareth said shoving his fingers deeper in his ass and throat, meeting Eddie’s hips thrust for thrust.
Eddie reached down and clicked the button on the vibrator. As the vibe sent buzzing pleasure through his body, Eddie squeezed Gareth’s cock, making the man groan.
“I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Breed you deep. Show Strider how to take care of you properly.” Gareth panted. He changed the angle of his hips, nailing Eddie’s g-spot over and over.
“Fuck, fuck!” Eddie cried around the fingers in his mouth, drool dripping down his chin.
“Cum for me, then I’ll breed you.” Gareth said. Eddie’s eyes rolled back into his head, his limbs shook, a scream tore out of his throat, as he clamped down around Gareth’s cock and fingers. A few more thrusts of his hips, and Gareth stilled releasing deep inside Eddie’s cunt.
Gareth slid his fingers out of Eddie’s mouth and ass slowly, letting Eddie settle into his body a little at a time. The softening cock slid out of him, but Gareth pushed the plug back in before any cum could escape.
“There you go, baby. Bred nice and full. It’ll take for sure.” Gareth promised, kissing him lightly. “You did so well, honey. So good for me. Perfect for me.” Gareth whispered. The praises washed over Eddie, holding them in their embrace, leaving him feeling lighter than air.
The soft words continued as he guided Eddie out of his lap and onto the bed, before he grabbed some wet wipes off the nightstand, keeping a hand on Eddie’s ankle the whole time. The grounding touch helped him stay calm and settled as Gareth got to work wiping the sweat from his body, and any cum that escaped around the plug. The lack of cum on his skin was odd after a session like this but he had to admit it made clean up a whole lot easier.
The marker laid on the bed so Eddie took the opportunity to add the required tally; his eyes widened at the amount of them. He sat up quickly, counting again.
“Damn Willow, did you invite the whole club in here?” Eddie laughed. There were 55 tallies on his leg. He counted a third time just to be sure.
“It’s a Friday night.” Gareth reminded him. Eddie shrugged conceding the point.
“You want some clean boxers?” Gareth asked, holding up his backpack; but Eddie shook his head.
“It’s fine.” Eddie pulled on his pants and jacket from earlier, then turned at the whine from the corner of the room.
“Oh, shit. Sorry Strider, let’s get you out of this.” Eddie said and attempted to walk across the room. His shaking legs wouldn’t let him as he crumbled back to the bed. “Uh, Willow?” He asked Gareth.
Gareth may not be Steve’s biggest fan, but he was a good dom. He led Steve to the bed next to Eddie, freeing his mouth first, then got to work untying the ropes. Eddie surveyed the man, raising his eyebrows at his dick. It was still rock hard, red, and angry.
“What happened there?” Eddie asked confused. Did Steve not like watching Eddie with other people? That might be a deal breaker, he wasn’t going to give up his lifestyle for the man.
“I wouldn’t let him cum.” Gareth shrugged as he rubbed circulation back into Steve’s legs.
“Every time I got close, he squeezed the base of my dick.” Steve explained. “If it were up to me I would have cum like five times. You were so hot.” He admitted.
“I guess you’ve earned the right to ask for forgiveness.” Gareth said pursing his lips. “Just don’t hurt Kas again or I’ll kill you.”
“Noted.” Steve said before turning to Eddie. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I got in my head about it and hurt you. I didn’t mean to, please give me a chance to make it up to you.” Steve’s big pleading eyes held his gaze. While he wanted to pretend like he was still upset, Eddie couldn’t do it.
“I forgive you.” Eddie threw his arms around Steve, pulling him to his chest. “You can make it up to me by buying me dinner tomorrow.”
Gareth watched them snuggle for a second before he cleared his throat.
“Sorry you two but we can’t do that in here. Viewing room rules.” He grabbed the club toys and put them in the to be cleaned bin. Then he handed Steve his clothes, he must have picked them up earlier.
“Come on, there’s a room behind this one.” Eddie said as he stood. Since his legs were still shaky, Gareth held his hand, guiding him through a back door and into the private room.
Quickly, Steve pulled on his clothes before he cuddled up to Eddie’s side. Gareth grabbed them some more water and they each sipped in silence for a moment.
“Willow?” Eddie called. Normally he’d call him by his real name back here, but he didn’t know how comfortable he was in front of Steve.
“Hmm?” Gareth yawned.
“Thank you. You’re amazing.” Eddie said, grabbing the man’s hand and pulling him into a hug. “Don’t forget you need snuggles too.”
Gareth chuckled and let himself be pulled into the bed, where Eddie flopped on top of him.
“You too, Strider.” Gareth said with a roll of his eyes, and snagged Steve’s wrist, pulling him into his other side. “This doesn’t mean I like you. But Kas does and I refuse to let you drop. That would make him sad and I can’t have that.” Gareth explained.
The three stayed like that for a while talking through the scene, sharing what they liked and what they didn’t. When they were all back on stable ground, they parted.
With a last kiss to Eddie’s cheek and a glare at Steve, Gareth exited the room to give them a moment.
“You better call me. Gareth won’t forgive you a second time.” Eddie laughed as he turned back to Steve.
“I will. I make a lot of mistakes, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.” Steve promised.
“Good.” Eddie smiled. They stared at each other for a moment, before Steve cupped his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie sighed kissing back, happily. Eddie put his hand on top of Steve’s holding him close.
“You like Italian?” Steve asked. Eddie nodded. “Tomorrow night, Enzos?”
“That’s like the fanciest place in town, Stevie.” Eddie exclaimed.
“You deserve fancy.” Steve whispered as he kissed him again. Eddie bit his lip in thought before nodding in agreement.
“We’ll have to bring Willow a doggy bag.” Eddie said.
“I will bring Willow a porche if it meant he wouldn’t glare at me anymore.” Steve admitted. They finally left the room to find Gareth glaring at Steve again. “See.” He nodded at the man.
“Let’s get a drink.” Eddie giggled as he wrapped an arm around both men. Eddie knew Gareth’s ire wasn’t completely satiated, but he didn’t mind the over protectiveness.
“Toni calls you my guard dog.” Eddie whispered in Gareth’s ear. “Should I get you a spiked collar?”
The blush that spread along Gareth’s cheeks was worth the shove he received in response.
Tales of Eddierotica Chapter 2: I vant to suck your...
Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. One day, Steve finds out exactly what's been going on inside the mind of his roommate all these years.
Rated E | 5.7k words | Ao3 link
Chapter 1 | [Chapter 2] | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Overall tags: crack treated seriously/porn with a plot, modern/no-UD AU, friends to lovers, bisexual Eddie AND Steve, steddie as roommates, switch Eddie/Steve, vers Steve/Eddie, Eddie has a crush on Steve (and is horny about it), writer Eddie, the prose is so purple it has passed out from a lack of oxygen, friend fiction/erotica, so many bad puns and word play
Chapter-specific tags: vampire AU, vampire Steve, virgin Eddie, blow jobs, mind control, exposure/nudity, butt plugs, master/pet dynamics (mind the tags but the erotica is at all times silly)
Written for the @switcheddieweek event, fulfilling the "exposure" (and also technically "glass" in that glass windows appear in the text) prompt!
Find the full chapter on Ao3 to read it in all of its comic sans glory, but enjoy a snippet below the cut (as well as tags). Pink is Eddie's writing below.
The bed’s silken sheets whispered against his bare legs as he flung the covers away from his body, trying to get comfortable in the stuffy room. But alas, the nightgown he was wearing once again slid up, exposing his nether regions to the air. Edward flushed and yanked the garment that tormented him so back down. Unfortunately, it was a lot shorter than the ones he was accustomed to wearing back in England, where people tended to be a bit more prudish in their sensibilities. Why, he was himself nearly about to be engaged, and Edward hardly dared to gaze upon his future fiancée’s ankle. Chasing after those led to naughty thoughts, after all.
“Ah, it appears ve do not have the same reservations here in Transylvania, for most of us sleep in the nude,” his host, the Count Lesteven de Tigercourt, had explained with that peculiar lisp of his, after pressing Edward for the reason why he reddened so when holding aloft the tiny nightgown. “I promise you, the bed vill not make any untovard levd comments about the pale creaminess of your thighs or the pilloviness of your tender bitable lips.”
And so, without much recourse unless he wished to sleep in his wet suit (or for that matter his birthday suit), Edward had slipped the flimsy shift over his wiry and somewhat hairless body. As he stood there, trying to force the fabric to fall lower than the apex of the slight curve of his buttocks, the raven-colored hairs upon Edward’s nape had arisen for the first time that night. Glancing out the window into the darkness and rain beyond proved fruitless. And yet, the feeling of being watched by eyes unseen had not abated in the hours since he retired to the bed.
At last, Edward could take it no longer. Perhaps a midnight stroll around the castle would calm his racing heart enough for sleep. Picking up a candelabra with one hand and the other firmly grasping upon the hem of his clothes to preserve his modesty, he ventured forth into the gloom beyond his quarters.
Read the rest on Ao3!
Tagging folks who reblogged/commented on the first chapter but feel free to tell me to buzz off. Third chapter will probably be published next week or the week after depending on how quickly I can pull together the plot-elements as opposed to just the erotica. (Also thank you to y'all who commented, overwhelmed by the love rn ;.;)
technically part two to this but can be read standalone
rated e | 2165 words | also on ao3 | no cw | tags: switch eddie, switch steve, light bondage, light spit kink, camera, established relationship, dirty talk, wall sex (more like wall masturbation? wall frottage?), coming in pants, come eating (more like licking)
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Steve’s looking at the wall like he expects it to grow hands or a hole to fuck. He might back out. He may finally have a reason to say no and mean it.
Eddie’s watching from the chair, tied up in a way that would allow him to get himself out if there’s an emergency, but not thinking about it. He can’t ruin the illusion of being unable to move.
He’s more fascinated by Steve standing in front of the wall, naked except his boxers, biting his thumbnail nervously. He looks like he’s either gonna run away or pass out. Hopefully he does neither of those things, but jury’s still out.
“You gonna get closer or are you gonna fuck into the air and hope it’s enough?” Eddie asks when the impatience wins out. He can’t sit here all night waiting for Steve to be brave; He’s gonna force him to be brave or to say he can’t.
“Shut up,” Steve says back.
Eddie raises a brow and lets out a breath. “I’d rather not, actually. I’m supposed to talk you through this, right?”
Steve shrugs. “I don’t need anyone to talk me through it.”
“Okay. Get your boxers off and get started, then.”
To his credit, Steve immediately does as he says. His boxers pool at his feet and he steps closer to the wall. There’s nothing in this space, no pictures or trinkets that might fall if Steve gets carried away. He’s almost definitely gonna get carried away. Eddie got him so worked up before they started this, he’s already desperate.
It’s gonna be so fun to watch.
Even better to see the recording.
He glances at the camera set up on the counter to the right of Steve. The red light is flashing, and he hopes the angle they tested works as perfectly as it did earlier.
“Go on,” Eddie doesn’t feel like being patient, not with ropes digging into his wrists preventing him from getting his hands on Steve’s hips to physically guide him. “You were so desperate a few minutes ago.”
“That was when it was your thigh,” Steve snaps at him. “The wall isn’t your thigh.”
“Nope. It’s the only thing you can use, though.”
Steve’s not supposed to touch his dick at all, not even if he needs to adjust himself against the wall. That’s the main rule for this. That and making sure he paints a nice picture with his cum.
He moves in until he’s almost completely against the wall, face turned towards Eddie. He’d prefer if he looks at the camera, but he doesn’t mind that much if he can watch in real time now. He’ll just file it away in his Memories That Will Go To Hell With Me folder in his head.
He winces.
“Cold?” Eddie asks with a grin. His apartment has terrible insulation. He keeps a space heater in his bedroom for the winter, and the rest of the time he just wears layers. The walls are always cold, the floors are even colder.
Maybe next time he’ll make him use the floor.
Steve whimpers in response. Eddie clenches his fists, feels like he might go insane with the rope burning his wrists. A constant reminder that he can look but can’t touch, can lead but only from a distance.
“Doesn’t feel as good as my hand or my mouth, huh?” Eddie continues through his teeth. He’s grateful he stayed half dressed for this. He can kind of hide how hard he is in these pants. Steve’s too far gone right now to even notice.
“Cold,” Steve says with his cheek pushed against the wall. There’s an absolutely hideous wallpaper in the kitchen, something that could not have been the decision of any sane human being. Having Steve against it like this might make it a bit more tolerable in Eddie’s mind. “Hard.”
“You wanted to come, right?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah.” It’s breathy and whiny all at once and it makes Eddie’s cock jump in his pants. Jesus, he may have overestimated how normal he can be about this.
“You should fuck the wall, then, baby.”
The baby comes out a bit mean and Steve whines again.
His hips start to move slightly, but his dick is hidden out of view. Eddie thinks the way he’s got his hips tilted is to show the camera more than him. He may just have to deal with it.
The light catches on something on the wall, shiny.
Spit is dripping down the wall, a single track of drool that’s gonna hit the floor. Eddie could make him lick it up after. He’d do it. Steve does everything Eddie asks him to, including humiliating himself on his hands and knees licking the floor.
“Move faster.” He immediately starts going faster, letting out breathy moans every time the head of his dick catches on the wall. It can’t feel that good, only getting limited friction on the head and one side. “You like using the wall? You know how much I hate this wallpaper. You should ruin it so they have to let me paint over it.”
Steve smirks, but groans when he turns to face the wall entirely. Eddie catches him letting out a shaky breath as he slows down again.
“I can’t,” he says quietly.
“You can’t what?”
“Come. I need more.”
“No, you don’t. You come untouched all the time. Just pretend the wall is my leg,” Eddie shifts in his seat, tries to get a tiny bit of relief on his leaking dick. He can feel a wet spot spreading across his crotch and he knows if Steve turns his head, he’ll see it. He can’t give him the satisfaction. “You love rubbing yourself off on my leg like a dog. This isn’t any different.”
“It is,” Steve whines. He’s still humping forward, though. Still desperate and needy. “Not warm or soft.”
“Baby,” this time it’s softer when he says it. He can’t help it.
Steve’s so…gentle. There’s so much softness inside him. Eddie’s lucky to get to see it, to hold it in his hands and shape it into the love that’s right for them. It’s still new, this affection they freely give. It makes the mean words they spit back and forth taste like burnt sugar.
“You know how to stop if you need to,” Eddie reminds him. “But if you don’t need to, then you need to fuck the wall.”
Steve moans. He pulls away just enough for Eddie to see the tip of his dick glistening with precum. It’s an angry red, probably from a combination of being on edge and the roughness of the wall. He’s gonna be sore later.
Eddie will kiss it better.
“Go on,” Eddie tells him. He’s persistent because he knows Steve wants him to be. “Get yourself off.”
The words are said with enough authority that Steve closes the small gap and does it without hesitation. One hand is behind his back and the other is against the wall, holding him steady so he doesn’t end up with bruises on his beautiful face. He’s going faster now, letting out barely there grunts as he tries to find the pleasure he needs.
Eddie is rutting up into the air, wishing he had Steve in his lap, riding him until they both came.
“Fuck me,” Eddie says under his breath, shaking his head to try not to come.
“Can I?” Steve asks. “Please?”
“So polite. But you know you can’t do anything until you come on my wall.”
Eddie forgets for a moment that there’s a camera recording all this, that he had the brilliant idea to keep this on tape forever. The camera beeps once, drawing Eddie’s attention away from Steve to see the red light is gone.
“Shit. Hold on,” Eddie manages to grip the rope between his fingers and pull them loose, dropping them to the floor. He stands and goes over to the camera, frowning when it doesn’t turn back on. “I think the battery died.”
“I’m gonna die if I don’t get to come in the next minute,” Steve whines. “Fuck the camera. C’mere.”
Eddie does as he’s demanded. What else is he gonna do? Waste time getting the backup battery in the other room and potentially miss Steve painting his wall? Not fucking likely.
He leans on the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he stares at Steve’s sweaty face. He’s being good, not stopping his movements even though he slowed a bit when Eddie got up.
“Not sure what you’re waiting on,” Eddie says as he looks down at Steve’s leaking dick. He’s gotta be in more pain than pleasure right now. “You gonna come or what?”
“Get on your knees.” Steve’s panting, glassy eyes silently begging him to do what he wants.
Eddie drops to his knees easily. He likes the view from down here. It’s a little different tonight since Steve’s facing the wall, but he’s eye level with the show. Can’t complain about that.
“Do it. Come for me, baby.”
Eddie’s a little shocked when he does. He started to worry that maybe the wall wasn’t gonna be enough and he’d have to touch him.
But the writing— or cum —is on the wall.
Eddie feels his own dick twitch in his pants and the moment he covers it with his palm, he’s coming, too. He’s not usually on a hairpin trigger like this, but he’s starting to think Steve’s ruining his stamina. He’s just so fucking hot when his knees nearly buckle and he bangs his hand against the wall, when he whispers Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, baby, Eddie as he catches his breath.
He’s leaning his head against the wall, breathing heavily when Steve nudges his knee with his foot.
“Clean it up.”
Eddie blinks up at Steve, mouth hanging open in awe and bewilderment.
“What?” He asks, hardly able to speak at all.
He feels completely undone, everything around him shifting into a new universe within seconds.
“I saw you staring earlier. Lick it off the wall.”
Steve takes a step back, giving enough room for Eddie to scoot in closer. He’s surrounded by heat and legs and Steve’s soft dick nudging against his cheek. There’s still some spit dribbling down the wall, but most of the mess he can see is cum.
He doesn’t feel any shame when he starts to lick the wall, moaning as the taste consumes him. It’s salty and bitter, a hint of sweetness that drives him crazy. It’s so Steve.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Steve groans, hand covering the back of his head and gripping his hair. He’s rough. Eddie loves when he’s rough. He’s shoving him forward until his tongue is flat against the wall, nose pushed uncomfortably into it so that he can barely breathe. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? You love tasting me anywhere you can.”
“Mhm,” Eddie whines. He can’t do anything else with Steve pushing him into the wall harder.
“Get it all. Can’t have anyone seeing what you made me do.”
His hand loosens after another minute and Eddie takes in a deep, shaking breath. He turns his face and rests his forehead against Steve’s thigh.
He laughs once, then twice, wrapping his hand around Steve’s ankle.
Steve’s fingers are running through his hair, calming him.
“That was hot,” he says and Eddie can hear the smile in his voice. They always get up to some crazy shit and Steve always acts like he’s surprised it worked out for them. Maybe he is. “Hotter than I thought it’d be.”
“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I didn’t make you lick anything off the floor like I wanted to,” Eddie kisses the mole on his thigh before he looks up. “I think my knee wiped it up.”
“Next time,” Steve shrugs like he’d be into it. Shit, he’s smiling like he’d be into it, too. “Wanna get cleaned up?”
“Only if I can suck you off in the shower.”
Steve pulls him up and kisses him, hard and bruising. “If I ever say no to that, fuckin’ slap me. And not in the way I like.”
“Deal.”
It’s hours later, when they’re both almost asleep, that they both remember the camera.
Eddie sits up and looks down at Steve, who is already laughing into his hand.
“We gave it back to Jon with the tape in it,” Eddie joins him in laughter, leaning down to hide his face in the pillow. “Oh god. He’s gonna see your entire naked ass.”
“Maybe he’ll bring us the tape without checking it,” Steve hopes out loud. “Or at least recognizes what it is before my whole ass is out.”
The phone rings next to Eddie’s bed and they know who it is before Steve manages to answer.
“You guys are never borrowing this again. Actually, take it. Take the whole thing. I can get a new one.”
Tags: Switching; Sub!Eddie; Dom!Steve; Rock star Eddie; Movie star Steve; Modern AU; Blindfolds; Lace; Lingerie; Toys; Collars; Humiliation; Dirty talk; Finger sucking; Dry humping; Blow jobs
“Eddie Munson’s newest boy toy.”
Steve reads out the headline in the same bored drawl that he recited the last two articles in, but a faint tremble of amusement is creeping in. Even without being able to see, Eddie can picture him perfectly: phone balanced in one hand, the other fiddling softly with the remote on the armrest, the barest of smiles grazing his lips.
“Subheading, wait for it: … Who's the face behind that ass? God, who comes up with these? Do you think this is serious or some silly joke?”
Silence settles over the room, only disturbed by the low hum of the toy buzzing against Eddie’s prostate. Steve lets it linger, just long enough for the warm coil of arousal in Eddie’s belly to settle back in. Just long enough for the dull, painful tingle in his knees to start bothering him again, now that there's nothing to distract himself. Just long enough for him to start wondering if he should answer the question.
Then again, Steve was pretty clear in his instructions.
Kneel.
Head down.
Don't make a sound.
It's a bit strange. For all that Steve loves to test Eddie’s patience when their positions are reversed - always wiggling and whining and pleading at him with those big, wet eyes of his - he has no tolerance for disobedience when he's the one calling the shots, not even on a good day.
And today is not a good day. Today, Steve is pissed.
“It's common knowledge by now,” Steve reads, casually turning up the vibrations of the toy, “that Eddie Munson has a type. Corroded Coffin’s frontman likes his men young, athletic and shapely. And what can we say? His newest catch, spotted recently at luxury BDSM club The Hideout, clearly ticks all of those boxes.”
There’s another beat of silence. Eddie hears how Steve fiddles with the remote again, and this time, the pattern of the vibrations changes. Not a constant buzz anymore, but a slow ebb and swell, each crest sending delicious shockwaves of pleasure into his leaking cock. His fingers twitch, longing to touch himself, but he keeps his arms crossed behind his back just like Steve told him.
“There’s pictures, too,” Steve says. “I don’t need to describe them, I think?”
He doesn’t. Eddie has seen them approximately a hundred times since the first article came out this morning - and even if he hadn’t, he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the way Steve looked that night. How the lace hugged his legs and thighs. Dark, shimmery black contrasting beautifully with his tan skin, matching the color of his shorts and collar. The broad lace blindfold - the same one Eddie is wearing right now - making his lips look all the more shiny and pink. Eddie still remembers how he begged and pleaded against it. Steve doesn’t like having his vision impaired, least of all when they’re out in public. He says it makes him feel exposed and helpless, but Eddie was feeling a little mean that day, so he stayed firm.
In retrospect, it was probably a good thing. Paired with the low light of the venue and the distance from which the pictures were snapped, the blindfold makes it near impossible to make out features - apart from Steve’s strong jaw and the spectacular swoop of his hair, maybe. Steve should be happy about it, truth be told.
Except he isn’t.
“Fans are, of course, dying to know who Eddie’s newest sugarbaby is,” Steve continues. “Knowing him, it’s probably only a matter of time until we find out. … Well, I’m sure they’d fucking love that, huh?”
A long, slender finger hooks itself through the o-ring of Eddie’s collar and pulls. Not very harshly, but since Eddie doesn’t see it coming, he still yelps in surprise and struggles to maintain his balance, not daring to bring his hands forward to support himself. The sudden shift in position nudges the toy a bit more firmly against his prostate. The next vibration comes reliably and relentlessly, and he moans, precome dribbling onto the fabric of his lace stockings.
“You told me,” Steve says, voice suddenly very close to his ear, “that place was discreet. You told me I didn’t have to worry about it, and look where it got us. What if anyone recognizes me, have you thought about that for a- … Are you smiling?”
Eddie shakes his head as well as Steve’s hold on the collar will allow, biting the inside of his mouth to get the treacherous little tug of his lips under control.
Did he plan for this? Fuck, no! The Hideout is discreet, usually. They’re probably moving heaven and hell as they’re speaking, trying to figure out who snapped the pictures and sold them to the press. Whatever poor bastard did it will rue the day he ever set foot into the club.
But no place is ever truly safe, and they both know it. Steve better than him, probably. Being the only child of Hollywood’s most beloved celebrity couple, he was practically raised on the big screen. Steve had his first movie contracts under his belt before he could even walk, way before Eddie ever dreamed of picking up a guitar. Hell, if anyone is anybody’s sugarbaby here, it sure as hell isn’t Steve.
“Well,” Steve sighs. His hand has released its hold on the collar and is travelling up, tracing the shape of Eddie’s bobbing throat, the curve of his jaw. “At least one of us seems to be enjoying himself. Now, how do you plan on making it up to me, huh?”
Eddie turns his head, searching and finding Steve’s thumb and sucking it into his mouth. Steve makes a low, pleased sound from somewhere deep in his throat and Eddie’s neglected cock twitches.
“That’s your solution to everything, huh?” Steve murmurs. A foot pushes itself between Eddie’s thighs, and he moans, swirling his tongue around the finger in his mouth. “Sucking my cock? Well, I don’t think you’ve earned that today, have you?”
Eddie hollows his cheeks, bobbing up and down on Steve’s thumb while he grinds himself against Steve’s leg. If he looks pathetic and desperate enough, maybe Steve will change his mind.
Steve, as if he read his thoughts, laughs softly.
“God, the sight you make. Wish the fucking tabloids could see you like this. Maybe that’s what we should do, huh? Maybe I should get the leash and take you out. Maybe I should let them see what a dumb little slut you are.”
He won’t. Eddie knows he won’t. Unlike him, Steve still cares about both of their reputation. It's cute, in a way.
But God, the thought of it? The thought of Steve parading him around like this, naked and exposed for everyone to see? Feeling a dozen and more eyes on him, even with the blindfold on, burning into his skin while he kneels at Steve's feet, the perfect picture of discipline and obedience?
“You're actually getting off on that, huh?” Steve’s voice is a low, awed rumble. Eddie whines when the finger slides from his mouth, but Steve makes a soft shushing noise, cupping a hand to the back of his neck to pull him closer. The scent of his arousal is strong and heady, and the tip of his cock is slick as it nudges Eddie’s bottom lip. He opens up and eagerly presents his tongue. Waits.
Steve sighs, and the grip of his hand on Eddie’s neck goes a little gentler. “Alright already. You know I can't say no to you when you're like that. If you make it worth my while, I might consider letting you come.”
Eddie has every intention of making it worth his while.
