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noahsarkh · 16 days
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You know what- *transes your favourite ship*
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comfortablynumb · 6 months
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Okay but like I get it Eddie
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Because trans fem Steve Harrington’s hot
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nymime · 7 months
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I been looking some pics of Dita Von Teese, And holy shit, my mind just say Steve Harrington or Stevie Harrington, specially the ones in lingerie…. and corsets too.
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pics: here
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steddie-heart · 8 months
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There is something very transgender about Steve Harrington
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stevieweek · 30 days
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How it works: Each day has a theme that you can mix and match with the prompts provided. Or you can ignore all of this and just post brand new (continuations are ok!) Stevie content and tag this blog 🩷 Day 7 is no-Steddie day though, I'm sorry.
Rules: Tag your content and put nsfw under the cut and you're good!
Info/FAQ:
All Stevies are welcome. Non-binary, genderqueer, cisgender, gender fluid etc. As long as Stevie is exploring the feminine aspects of gender spectrum.
Additionally, Stevie in any relationship and friendship, as well as on her own is more than okay.
Ran by @fuctacles
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fuctacles · 12 days
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Eddie Munson Collectible
For @subeddieweek Day 4 | T | 1115 | transfem Steve, playing dress up, fluff, established relationship, Eddie in a dress :3 and I've included a lil doodle | Ao3
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"What are you doing?"
Eddie jumps a foot in the air at the sudden intrusion, grasping at his chest. 
"Fuck!" he yelps, eyes bulging at his girlfriend, who suddenly appeared at the doorframe, leaning casually against it and observing his antics. 
It's not like she was being stealthy, and his music wasn't turned up that loud either. He was just too preoccupied with whatever he was doing to notice her coming back home.
And that thing seemed to be trying on Stephanie's dresses. 
"You scared the shit out of me. Do you want me to die?" he wheezes. But she doesn't care about his heart right now. What she cares about are his hairy shins sticking out from her yellow summer dress. 
"Were you playing dress up without me?" she asks, raising her eyebrow. 
Eddie gulps, grabbing the flowy fabric absentmindedly. 
"Uh, yeah? I was kinda curious how it feels."
Stevie is silent for too long, but when he looks up, all he sees is her glowing smile. 
"Well, why didn't you say so?" she asks cheerfully.
She steps into their bedroom and opens their wardrobe wider. She hums and ahhs until she finds the thing she's looking for, pulling it from between the flowing fabric. 
"I got this one because it reminded me of you. It's not really my style, you know."
It wasn't and he thought as well when he first saw it but you don't question your girlfriend's wardrobe choices, especially when it took her so long to get comfortable in dresses. Stephanie preferred flowy, girly clothes with puffs, lace, and gathered fabric. This was a black, off-shoulder bodycon with flowy, Stevie Nicks-type sleeves.
"Well?"
Eddie looks in the mirror, where he's drowning in the sheer volume of Stevie's puffy sleeves, and the sunny yellow fabric clashes with his pale skin. He nods.
"Okay, let's do it."
Stevie's grin is so wide he's afraid for the well-being of her cheeks. (He'd kiss them better if needed, of course.) She hovers over him, impatiently helping him unzip the dress he has on so he can change. 
"You weren't so excited the first time we had sex," he murmurs under his breath, muffled by the fabric he's pulling over his head. She hears it though, and slaps his arm, almost making him lose his balance due to his immobilized state. 
"I've had sex before, but never saw the man I love wear something so pretty for me."
Eddie blushes instantly, reaching for the dress held up for him. They've said the L-word before but it overwhelmed him a little bit every time. He felt like he'd never be over the fact he was dating such a beautiful girl. So bitchy, sporty, and yet interested in his hobbies. 
He was the happiest man alive, so what was letting her play with him like he was a doll? She didn't have it in her childhood so Eddie would be happy to provide now.
The fabric has a lot of give, so he doesn't feel trapped in it despite what his reflection suggests. More like snugly wrapped. It's short, pulling up above his knees, and the line of his collarbones looks extra bony when displayed like that. His shoulders aren't very wide, but the contrast of his pale skin to the skin-tight blackness makes them pop out more. And the sleeves...
He can't contain his glee and starts flapping them before Stevie has the chance to fully zip him up. They are long and flowy and fun.
"It's like my ren faire shirt," he says, spreading his arms to see the full extent of the fabric. "Heh, I feel like a bat." He grins up at his girlfriend and finds her eyes sparkling with joy too.
"You look like a princess," she offers instead. He seems appalled at the comparison.
"But you're the princess," he points out with a pout. His arms never stop moving the fabric. 
"Nuh-uh." Stevie shakes her head. "I'm a queen."
Eddie huffs, putting his hands on his hips dramatically. 
"You know these are two different titles. It's not hierarchised."
Stevie rolls her eyes. 
"What's the rule, baby?" she asks, eyebrows raised. Eddie sighs.
"No nerd talk in the bedroom unless we're role-playing," he recites.
"Correct. Now be a good doll and spin," she instructs, making a circling motion with her finger. Eddie does so, the sleeves swooshing around him. "You look so hot," she says with a groan. 
Eddie stops to eye himself in the mirror. He should probably take off the socks he was still wearing, they weren't a fitting addition to a dress. 
"I should lose the socks," he says out loud, looking for confirmation. 
"Sit down," Stevie instructs immediately. He takes a couple of steps back to sit on the edge of the bed and she kneels in front of him to pull off his socks for him. She kisses his bony knees while she's there. "You're so pretty," she says, looking up at him. "And all mine to play with."
Eddie's heart thuds harder at the double meaning. He pushes her face away, groaning.
"Stooop!" 
She giggles, falling back to lean on her hands. Her loving gaze is still on him.
"Can I? Please."
Eddie huffs.
"Of course you can." What a silly question.
He'd never deny her anything. So he lets her sit behind him and brush his hair back, style it up to uncover his neck, and frame his face. Lets her swap his hoop earrings for a pair of dangling roses and put lipgloss on his lips. All the time he's facing the mirror, watching himself being pampered with care and love.
Once she's done, Stevie wraps her arms around him and leans over his shoulder to face the mirror as well.
"My pretty metal doll. Collector's edition."
Eddie snorts. 
"Don't laugh. This shit is priceless," she scolds.
"I should have never told you about collectible figurines," he sighs.
"Too late. Now I'm hooked."
She put her fingers under his chin to guide him into a kiss. It's a soft caress at first, but soon he gives in, leaning into her warm chest to get consumed. He sucks on her tongue like it's the only thing keeping him alive and sighs into her mouth when her hands wander, giving extra attention to his exposed collarbones and thighs. She leaves a trail of goosebumps on the insides of his thighs and he knows the tight dress will hide nothing.
Stevie squeezes his sides before parting, giving his lips one last lick, and finds him in a daze, eyes blown and under her spell. The prettiest doll to play with.
"How do you feel about wearing heels?"
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penny00dreadful · 10 months
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I'm sorry I can't stop thinking of the comedy of errors that would come from mtf Steph living with Robin in a big city modern AU (or even not) and the two of them having to retrain themselves not to react with absolute disgust whenever anyone asks if they're a couple because pre transition when they might have looked like a cis/het couple from the outside they could react with twisted faces and tongues out and ew whenever anyone asked because that could at least pass for cute but now??
Now when they're asked if they're a couple and react with disgust it looks downright homophobic and leaves them in a panic, scrambling for an explanation.
And Steph is really hoping she hasn't fucked up too bad with that super hot metalhead across the hall if she could just get her fucking words to work.
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detachedfacade · 1 year
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After telling Robin, Stevie started to feel more comfortable in her gender expression. She realised she didn't have to change too much about her wardrobe, didn't have to wear a dress to feel pretty. she could still pass for male in public and feel some affirmation if she rolled up her jeans, wore tighter shirts or scoop necks, wore earrings and jewellery and styled her hair so two strands framed her face. if she wore chapstick and light blush that helped too. it was subtle, it was passable, and Robin always looked at her before they got out of the car and said "You look so pretty today."
and stevie would say "its not too much?" Robin would shake her head and say "its perfect."
And stevie would hold her breath for a moment, relish the final seconds in the car with Robin before heading out to be Steve again.
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Eddie was the first of the friends to catch on to Robin calling her Stevie. it wasn't that Eddie called her Steve often anyway, normally big boy or more recently pretty boy. but slowly he packed that in and started saying stevie, and although it was gender affirming, she missed the pet names, she missed the flirting. But Eddie was gay, so no matter how big her crush was, there was no way he would ever love her for who she truly was. not any way other than platonically.
Robin suggested the three of them go out, to a bar in the city. it was one stevie had been to before, before she had realised who she was, when she thought it was just liking boys. Eddie wrapped his arm around her, his lips almost touching her ear to speak above the music and said "I'm going to get some drinks, what you drinking baby girl?"
"Whatever you're having" she had replied, though it wasn't true, she didn't love Eddie's taste in alcohol, usually vodka heavy and bitter. But her head was spinning from the way his heavy lidded eyes lingered on her as he said baby girl, a look that seemed to read as, am I right? are you okay with me calling you this?
While Eddie disappeared to the bar Stevie pulled Robin aside and said "do you think Eddie would still like me if he knew?"
And Robin replied "of course he would he has a bunch of trans friends."
Stevie sighed and said "I mean...more than friends."
And Robin looked down and frowned and said "I don't know, Stevie. But, sexuality can be fluid. I suppose we could try and find out?"
Stevie frowned, but before she could ask "What do you mean?" Robin was pulling her into the bathroom, and pulling out some makeup from her bag. mascara, eyeliner, bright red lipstick. the stuff stevie had been too afraid to try.
When they returned to the dance floor it was clear Eddie was looking for them. He grinned widely "Thats where you've been huh? You girls and your make up." He said, handing them their drinks. "You look beautiful babe." he said, leaning into Stevie's ear. Lingering far longer than he would a friend. And then he took Robins hand, and she took Stevies hand, and they snaked their way through the crowds of people and into the center of the dance floor. And Robin held Stevie's hand, while Eddie held her gaze. And she felt loved and she felt safe and she felt that it would be fun, at the very least, continuing to harbour her crush.
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sillyguypoststhings · 2 months
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Ms Harrington pt 2/?
pt 1/ pt 3 /
Maria.
Maria harrington.
It had been months since she’d had a real conversation with her parents but suddenly they were home for the week. It was said over the dinner the dinner table;
“You know your Nonna hated us for naming you Steve. She hated how American it sounded.” her mother said as she cut her steak.
Her father chewed, swallowed, and wiped his mouth, “Indeed, she was a real pain about it to. Said if you were a boy we needed to name you Stephano and if you were a girl we had to name you Maria.”
Causally— like her world hadn’t been shattered, like her facade of masculinity didn’t finally crack.
Maria. She could have been Maria.
Maria. She wants to be Maria.
“You're lucky we didn’t listen! Steve’s a strong name for a man.” he supplied.
It came with nausea and the feeling of her skin itching like she doesn’t fit inside of it.
The rest of dinner was silent but her- Maria’s mind was buzzing. It stayed that way till the next morning and through the drive to indy. Till she was in the club and talking with James.
In the place where she feels safe enough to say it for the first time. “Maria Harrington” and wasn’t that wild.
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yikesharringrove · 2 years
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Au idea I’ve been thinking about for weeks but don’t have the juice to write:
Trans girl Stevie moves to Hawkins in sophomore year. She’s moved with her family so she can be stealth throughout high school.
And everything’s cool for awhile. She’s a cheerleader, she has friends, she’s popular, the guys are always asking her out.
But then she gets outed.
And Hawkins turns on her, because these people are narrow minded fuckheads that can’t stand anyone out of their idea of what’s “normal”.
But you know who isn’t normal? Who’s never been fucking normal a day in his life?
Eddie.
Eddie decides to be her friend. Bc clearly she needs one, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck abt something like gender, not when there’s campaigns to be written and guitar riffs to be played.
And he introduces her to the guys in his band and the guys in his party, and he uses his freak wild card status to stand up for her. To stare at the people that are threatening her and threaten them right back.
They’re close. They’re best friends.
And Eddie has a HUGE crush on her.
(Who wouldn’t?)
So it’s fucking devastating when Billy comes to town.
Eddie is with Stevie when she first spots him. And his stomach sinks when her eyes flick over his body, just like all the other girls at Hawkins High.
And Eddie likes himself. He’s not all that bright, but he’s a good person, and he’s fun to be around, and he’s pretty good lookin’ too.
But Billy is clearly hot. Way hotter than Eddie can even be.
But he and Stevie dismiss Billy because he’s the type of person they don’t hang around.
He’s the type of normal that thinks they’re disgusting.
So Eddie isn’t seething with too much jealousy when Billy hits on Stevie, loudly, and in front of everyone.
He’s more worried about Tommy H. and the particularly hurtful slur he yelled at Stevie while explaining to Billy why he shouldn’t ask her out.
And he holds Stevie’s hand while she fights back tears because why can’t I have anything? One guy hits on me and Tommy has to ruin it all.
So Billy isn’t really a blip on Eddie’s radar.
Not until he and Stevie are hanging out at Eddie’s after school. Passing a joint back and forth in front of his shitty trailer, sitting in rickety camp chairs.
He doesn’t know where Billy comes from, just realizes that all of a sudden he’s in front of them, hands in his pockets, face unguarded as he looks at Stevie.
And he’s apologizing to her.
Apologizing for what Tommy said about her, spurred into by his flirting.
Says that was fucked up of Tommy to say, and that he thinks it’s fucked up that Tommy was spreading her business around, and that it’s fucked up that Tommy treats her that way.
And Stevie looks as stunned as Eddie feels, and barely gets out that she’s used to it, most people think she’s a freak.
And Billy says ‘I don’t’ and the Eddie is truly truly full of rage bc Stevie fucking blushes, and giggles, and tucks her hair behind her ear like she’s in a fucking romantic comedy.
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noahsarkh · 16 days
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Hopping on the Stephanie Harrington train because how can I not?? I live for T4T steddie
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bowiebond · 2 years
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Transfem Stevie fucking her transmasc boyfriend Billy, and not even taking her skirt off; in fact it’s practically covering the deed, hiding where they’re connected, Billy’s jeans hanging off one leg that’s wrapped tight around her waist, groaning into her mouth as she gasps and moans. Billy’s nibbling and licking at her ears, her neck, everywhere that’s so very sensitive, laughing as she practically humps into him, so desperate to get off. Billy curls his hand into her hair and tells her she’s doing so well, my princess, such a good girl, and Stevie is melting, moaning into his mouth as she tries to kiss him, sloppy at best with how good she feels fucking into Billy’s warm, wet hole.
Stevie cums when Billy says he loves her, loves her pretty lips and big brown eyes and you’re so pretty, baby, my pretty girl — she’s a goner. Keeps thrusting, whimpering and whining until she’s too sensitive to even pull out, cum leaking out around her length. It takes Billy only a few strokes of his t-dick after he gets his hand between them before he’s cumming too, panting and satisfied. Loves feeling Stevie’s cum leak out of him, loves having his girl so deep inside. Stevie nuzzles his neck and they just lay there for a while, soaking in the others warmth and closeness.
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hoffmannwrites · 1 year
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Every fan art of Stevie Harrington I’ve seen has her with just..GIANT fucking tits. Like huge. And I love it because 1) She loves boobies (cannon) 2) she has big tittie energy
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mischivarien · 11 months
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I think they should get married:)
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stevieweek · 14 days
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Stevie Week Prompts are here
How it works: Each day has a theme that you can mix and match with the prompts provided. Or you can ignore all of this and just post brand new (continuations are ok!) Stevie content and tag this blog 🩷 Day 7 is no-Steddie day though, I'm sorry.
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Save A Horse, Ride A Freak
(FtM!Eddie x MtF!Steve)
Word Count: 1,398
Summary: Eddie begs Stevie to ride his face, and while Stevie is nervous she’ll be bad at it… she’s actually quite good.
Warnings: NSFW (MDNI) gendered terms for genitals, use of names like “ma’am”, degredation, praise
Eddie has always been the type to initiate things, be the one making the demands while Stevie just seems to follow along. He’s usually a top, for lack of a better term. He doesn’t mind it being that way, in fact he enjoys it, but sometimes he does think about what it’d be like the other way around. Stevie has thought the same thing too. She’s thought about grabbing Eddie by his long hair and fucking him from behind. Getting him down on his knees and fucking into his throat until his lips were all swollen and dripping from his own drool and her cum… God, she would always get carried away with her thoughts, but she was always too anxious to execute them. What if Eddie didn’t like being submissive? What if this was how he liked it and he wanted to stick to it? Sure, it was a bit of a bummer, but she wanted him to have fun.
The aura of tonights little session seemed a bit different, and it had Steve a bit perplexed. Eddie was whining, letting Stevie take the lead in their heated kiss. His hands still wandered, but seemed to only wander very little. He had done this quite a few times now, maybe he wanted to have her on top for once, or maybe he was just playing a trick on her? She had no idea, and had a hard time reading anything Eddie did to begin with, so she pulled away.
“Are you alright? You’ve been acting weird these last few times and uh- I have no clue what’s going on- do you want me to do something different? Or-“ she began, but was cut off by a loud whine from Eddie.
“Jesus christ babe I want you to just- can you fuck me up? Like, just once? Twice maybe? Push me against the bed and drill me, sit on my face and fuck my throat I don’t care just- for the love of god would you please just dominate me once?” He finished, letting out a nervous laugh before covering his face. He knew Stevie was dense but not this dense. He had hoped she’d get the message at some point, but to no avail…
“Oh.” Stevie whispered out, sitting upright and staring down at the man. She felt dumb that she hadn’t caught on to that yet! And here she was, shirtless and looking stupid as she tried to wrap her mind around what her boyfriend just said. “You want me to… you want me to sit on your face?” She spoke, giving him a little smirk.
Eddie’s face went bright red and he huffed, crossing his arms. “I said what I said.” He spoke, trying to hide his bashful state with arrogance. Stevie let out a giggle and stared down at him for a moment contemplating whether she should or not. “…but what if I crush you?” She murmured, “I don’t want to hurt you or anything…”
Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing onto the hem of her shorts, a pleading look on his face. “If you did, I’d die a happy man, now get up here, Harrington…” he grinned, tapping his lips with his fingers before letting out a laugh. Stevie only rolled her eyes and slipped her shorts and panties off, revealing her half hard cock.
Eddie’s eyes scanned over her body before letting out a delighted giggle, his hands going straight to her hips before looking up at her.
“How do you want this-? Like… my ass? My dick? What?” Stevie asked, getting a bit red in the face for having to be so crude about it. Eddie hummed in thought for a moment before gently grabbing her by the base of her cock, squeezing gently, “dick.” He said simply, giving her a big grin. She let out a little whimper and gave him a nod, “alright alright- I got it,” she laughed, gently slipping up and closer to his mouth before stopping. “You’re sure about thi-“
“Oh my god, Stevie, please.” Eddie whined like a child, stomping his feet impatiently too, just to go with it. He was being dramatic, but all he wanted was his girlfriends cock in his mouth.
Stevie giggled and gave him a slow nod, gently positioning herself over his face and slipping herself down into his mouth. God, it was so warm… so inviting. She could feel herself twitch and harden more-so as she cascaded down further to the back of his throat, earning herself a gag from the messy haired man under her.
“Fuck… that- that feels good…” she whispered, watching him silently. Eddie gagged around her length, his own arousal beginning to work its way up. He was harder than ever, his cunt dripping onto his boxers. God, he could feel it. The way she just eased down into his throat made him melt into putty in her hands.
She decided to test the waters, bringing a hand down to his hair and gripping onto it tightly before she drew herself out, then gently slid back down his throat. “G-good boy…” she whispered, her eyes never leaving him just to make sure she got a good reaction.
And by god, was his reaction heavenly. His eyes fought to stay open as he moaned around her, bucking his hips up into absolutely nothing but the now painful and teasing feeling of his boxers and jeans. This was perfect, both of them couldn’t get enough of one another in that moment, and they had only just started. Eddie gripped onto her hips, watching her as she would pull herself back and sink low into his throat, repeating this motion. She relished in the noises of the soft gagging and moaning coming from Eddie’s mouth, along with the sputtering from the excess saliva collecting in his mouth. He was covered in his own drool, some dripping down his cheek as he kept his tongue out to give her enough room to slide deliciously down his throat with ease.
She was practically dripping down his throat by now, her cock red hot and seeping at the tip. He could feel it… it felt like something out of a porno he had watched.
She tugged on his hair a bit harder and bit her lip, letting out a moan, “fuck- such a g-good little slut… you like when I use you like this, hm? When I make you my little whore?”
Those words sent Eddie’s blood running straight to his clit, his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric. He wanted to move his hands, give himself some sort of release, but Stevie was quick to stop him. “Ah ah, no. You can touch yourself when I’m satisfied…” got it?” She grunted, pulling from his mouth to let him speak. What followed were sputters and coughs as her spit covered cock was set free, his eyes going glossy. “Yes ma’am-“ he struggled to get out, looking utterly blissed out.
She was not expecting that one. It was so simple, yet so fucking hot. Something about Eddie Munson calling her ‘ma’am’ sent a shockwave down her spine. She bit her lip and let out a small giggle, slipping back down into his throat as she began to thrust a bit harder. “Good boy…” she gasped, gripping onto the bed frame.
It didn’t take long for her to get closer to the edge, letting her mouth hand open and small words of praise and expletives spilling from her parted lips.
Before she could reach orgasm, she pulled out from Eddie’s mouth and grabbed his hand, setting it onto her cock. “You know what to do-“ she gasped out, and Eddie was quick to move his hand along her length, leaving his mouth open with his tongue peaking out of his mouth.
Stevie’s orgasm was quick to envelope her entire body, a shiver running down her spine and a loud moan escaping her lips as she shot her load onto Eddie’s face, getting it in his hair, on the apples of his cheeks, his eyelids, his tongue, his chin… needless to say, he was well painted.
Eddie licked up some of the cum from his chin while Stevie wiped off the bit that was on his eyelid and he smiled up at her, giving her a daring look.
“My turn.”
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