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help me

prompt: "Help me!" word count: 531 rated: e (18+) tags: bondage, blow jobs, begging, name calling (consensual lol)

Steve lets out a frustrated little puff of air, and Eddie can hear a whine building in the back of his throat as his cheeks bloom pink from exertion. He’s sweating, flushed and glassy-eyed, and he looks like he’s about to cry.

The whole thing pushes a savage little curl of warmth through Eddie’s chest, something satisfying worming its way through his brain as he watches him struggle, and he grabs Steve by the chin, angling his face up.

“What do you say?” he asks in a low voice, bending close enough to Steve’s face that he can see the faint dusting of freckles that cover his nose and cheeks. “After I went to all this trouble?”

Steve lets out another sound, pathetic and small, and Eddie watches as he flexes against the restraints tying him to the bed.

“Help me,” he says. His voice breaks, and his eyes fall shut. “Please.”

Eddie lets go and takes a step back, giving him a once-over. He does his best to keep his face impassive as he undoes his belt.

“Help you with what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who begged for this.”

“Please,” Steve says again. “Just –”

“Begged and begged,” Eddie says. He unbuttons his jeans far enough to get his cock out and takes a step toward Steve. “Do you know who begs their boyfriends to tie them up?”

Steve licks his lips, eyes focused on Eddie’s cock as he comes closer. Eddie grabs him by the chin again, forcing him to focus.

“I asked you a question.”

Steve blinks, slow and dazed, and shakes his head as much as he can with Eddie holding his face.

“You don’t know?” Eddie asks. He squeezes Steve’s face harder, enough that his nails dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks. “I’ll tell you who. Sluts, Steve. Only sluts beg to be tied up like you did.”

Steve sucks in a sharp breath, mouth dropping open far enough that Eddie can’t resist pushing the head of his cock past the swollen pink line of his lips and into the heat of his mouth. He shifts his hand to the back of Steve’s head, fingers threading through his hair and tugging as he presses himself in further, watching the way Steve’s eyes stay trained on his face, watery and unblinking.

He pushes in until he hits the back of Steve’s throat and holds himself there, just long enough to see his face twitch, then he pulls back with a hand still fisted in his hair.

Steve comes away coughing, a string of drool connecting him back to Eddie.

“I’m going to ask you again,” Eddie says in a soft voice. “What do you say?”

Steve takes a shaky breath in, teeth dragging over his bottom lip.

“Thank you,” he says, arms still flexing. “Thank you for tying me up.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “And?”

“And I’m a slut,” Steve says. “And – please?”

His eyes drop back down to Eddie’s cock, and Eddie tightens his grip, until he snaps back up to his face. Eddie smiles and nods as he tips him forward again, feeding himself back into Steve’s mouth.

“Good boy.”

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He's been at Steve's house a week before he manages to gather up the courage to ask.

He shuffles into the living room, Steve's old slippers on his feet, Steve's old pajamas hanging off him. He'd lost weight in the hospital. And hadn't gained much back yet, still in too much pain to really have an appetite. But this, it needed doing. He needed it done.

"Steve?" He asks, throat clicking, voice scratchy from underuse. Steve looks away from the tv immediately, hits the mute button, eyes wide and on Eddie.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks, turning his whole body on the couch, towards Eddie, giving him his full attention.

Eddie just nods. Slowly. His eyes going unfocused, staring at the floor.

"Eddie?" And Steve's in front of him now, he hadn't even heard him get up.

"Hmm?" He hums in his throat, eyes still feeling foggy.

"Did you need something?" Steve asks, Eddie's eyes focus, the concern in Steve's voice bring him back into his body. He looks at Steve, nods, says,

"I need you to cut my hair." His lip trembles, he digs his teeth in.

"You... what?" Steve's confused. Rightfully so. Eddie swallows around the fire in his throat, tries to explain it to Steve. This thing he can barley figure out himself. Has a half formed idea at best. He wipes at his nose with the back of his hand, Steve steps a little closer.

"It's just- it keeps- I keep laying on it. And it... pulls. And I'm sleeping and it pulls and I wake up and I can't breathe and it's-" he inhales, sharp and shakey and then Steve is there, his hands on Eddie's shoulders.

"Okay. It's okay. I'll do it. Whatever you want Ed's." He pulls Eddie upstairs, into his bathroom. Stands with him in front of the mirror, scissors in hand.

"Where do you want it?" Steve asks, his eyes meeting Eddie's in the mirror. Eddie takes a deep breath, brings his hand up, winces at the pull on his ribs but keeps going.

"Above my shoulders. But like... I wanna still be able to tuck it behind my ears?" He's not sure why it comes out as a question, but Steve just nods, Eddie sees his lips twitch into the start of a smile before dropping again. He reach up, drags his fingers genlty through Eddie hair.

His stomach sinks, his hair is gross. He hasn't washed it in days. Too tired. Too much pain. Too much effort.

"Sorry my hair's gross." He mumbles, lips barley moving.

"It's not. It's fine." Steve assures him, his voice soft, sections out a small lock of hair, he looks at Eddie in the mirror again.

"You're sure about this?" He asks, he looks sad. Eddie hates it. But also doesn't. Because it means Steve sees him, understands him, and how important his hair is to him.

But it doesn't matter right now. That his hair is a peice of him, a peice of the Eddie he'd built to keep himself safe. A peice of his armor.

"I'm sure. Please." He isn't begging, exactly, but his hands fist in his pajama pants, and it feels like it anyway.

"I'm gonna go just above your shoulder at first okay? And then if you want more off we can do that." Steve waits for Eddie to agree and then starts cutting.

Eddie closes his eyes when the scissors sink through his hair. Keeps them closed as Steve works. He stops a few cuts in and tells Eddie to wait there. Eddie sits on the toilet seat as he waits for Steve to come back.

He brings a radio with him, clicks in one of the tapes Eddie made him, and gets back to work. Eddie's eyes stay closed. He finds himself smiling as he listens to Steve hum behind him. Scrunches his nose when Steve full on sings a few times.

Not because he's bad. He's got a really nice voice actually. Eddie loves listening to him sing. But if he didn't scrunch his face he might to do something else instead, something stupid, with Steve so close.

It only takes a couple songs before Steve's hands are on his shoulders, gentle, reassuring, an anchor.

"Okay. It's done. Or at least. Might be. I can take more off if you need me too." His voice is soft in Eddie's ear, Eddie can feel the heat of his chest on his back he's so close.

He opens his eyes and feels his heart flutter in his chest. His head swimming a little. His hair hadn't been this short since junior year. He can see Steve watching him in the mirror.

"Good?" He asks, dragging his lip into his mouth and letting it go again.

"I think so." Eddie says, feeling a bit dazzed, a bit dizzy. And then Steve fucking reaches up with both hands, tucks Eddie's hair behind his ears genlty, his fingers moving down his neck to rest back on his shoulders.

"I could take another inch. It'd still fit behind your ears." Steve's eyes are moving over his head, like he's doing some complex math equation. Eddie wants to cry. His chest tight.

"Okay. Take it." He says, Steve's eyes move to his in their reflections again.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, reaching up and smoothing his hand over Eddie's hair. Eddie nods.

"Yeah. One more inch." He breathes the words out, like he just needs them gone, out of his mouth. Steve smiles at him, untucks his hair from his ears and starts cutting again.

Eddie watches him this time. Watches the way his tongue sticks out as he concentrates, measuring Eddie's hair between his fingers before he cuts. His tongue peaking out between his lips, brow furrowed in concentration.

Eddie watches him and tries to convince himself he actually wanted it shorter. And maybe he did. But he knows too, that he didn't want Steve to stop touching him. Steve's eyes meet his in the mirror and he smiles again. Eddie looks away. His cheeks burning.

"Okay. You're done Munson." His voice is teasing, it makes Eddie's stomach flutter.

"Thanks. Harrington." He teases back. Too soft. He knows. But he can't help it. His voice is stuck in his throat. Steve snorts as Eddie turns, takes a step toward the door.

"Actually. Can I-" Steve stops, his hand curling around Eddie's bicep, stopping him there. Eddie looks at him. Waiting.

"Can I wash your hair for you?" Steve asks, his voice quiet, Eddie barely hears it over the radio.

"My...?" Is Eddie's articulate reply.

"Please? It'll make you feel better. I- I think." Steve stammers a bit, always so endearing when he does that. Eddie loves when he's flustered.

"I uh... yeah okay. If you want." Eddie shrugs, tries to act normal. Like any of this is normal. And Steve fucking beams at him, that beautiful smile on full display.

"Okay cool. Just uh... here you can sit here while I get this cleaned up and get a towel and I'll be right back." He's talking fast, his hands flailing and jumping around as he talks. Eddie just nods, smiling at him as he watches him toss Eddie's chopped hair into the trash. Watches him take a lock of it and tie it in a knot, tells Eddie he'll put it somewhere safe. So they'll know when it's fully grown out again.

Steve wipes up the counter and disappears, comes back with two towels a few seconds later. Instructs Eddie to sit on the floor. He sets a towel down for him to sit on and lays the other over the side of the tub.

Eddie lets Steve guide him. His hands gentle as he lowers Eddie's head back over the tub, asks if he's comfortable, Eddie hums an affirmation. Steve makes sure the water is warm, not too hot, because Eddie doesn't like hot water. He gets it perfect. And then starts pouring water onto Eddie's hair.

Eddie's not sure where he got the cup. Or if it was already there for some reason. He means to ask but Steve's fingers sink into his hair and his brain short circuits. The shampoo smells amazing. Minty. It tingles against his scalp in the best way as Steve's fingers move in slow circles.

Eddie's eyes fall closed. He's sure he makes some obscene noise but Steve is kind enough not to comment. His fingers working magic in Eddie's hair. He rinses with warm water, the contrast from the cool minty feeling making Eddie shiver.

He hears Steve laugh a quiet laugh as he does and smiles himself. He hears another bottle pop open and closed and then Steve's fingers are back. Working the conditioner into his hair slowly, massaging it into his scalp as well. His hands moving slowly, with a purpose, for what feels like hours. He pulls back eventually, fingers dragging slowly through Eddie's hair as he goes.

"I'm gonna let that sit for about two minutes and then we'll rinse okay? You doin okay? Not in pain are you?" Steve all but whispers in Eddie's ear. The radio is still playing in the background. But Eddie couldn't tell you a single fucking song that had played since Steve started touching him.

"I'm good. Kinda tired. But that might just be your magic fingers." He peaks one eye open, watches as Steve laughs, shakes his head. He closes his eye again and laughs too. Only it wasn't a joke. Not really. Steve's fingers were magic. Just like the rest of him.

Steve hums along to Queen's Radio Ga Ga as they wait, Eddie tapping out the beat on his thigh as Steve hums and sways. The song ends and Steve scoots closer.

"Ready?" He asks, turning the water back on.

"As I'll ever be." Eddie deadpans, scooting back a bit from where he'd slid down.

"You're not gonna try and put products in my hair and blow dry it are you?" Eddie asks as Steve starts pouring water over him, fingers moving quicker now, moving his hair around to get it clean, he snorts again.

"No. Just wanted to get you clean." He says, pouring one last cup of water over his hair and turning the tap off. He grabs at each side of the towel under Eddie's neck and lifts, pulling Eddie up and wrapping his hair in one smooth motion. Eddie's eyes land on him and he can't help it.

"So my hair was gross. I knew it." He sighs, watches Steve's nose crinkle.

"It really wasn't that bad. But you thought it was. So i figured this would help." Steve shrugged, like it was nothing. Eddie bit his lip as Steve patted and scrunched his hair in the towel, being careful not to pull.

He claps his hands down on his thighs and helps Eddie get back on his feet. Pulls him genlty to stand in front of the mirror again and smiles soflty when Eddie takes the towel off his head and drags his own fingers through his hair.

It's short, leveled at his chin, a little above when he tucks it behind his ears. And he feels... better. Lighter. He shoves his hands up into the back of it, taking a deep breathe when his fingers drag over his neck, it makes him shiver.

"Fuck. I'm gonna be cold now." He mutters, chuckling in his throat, he hadn't thought about that.

"I'll keep you warm." Steve's voice is soft, when he speaks. The tape in the deck clicks and goes quiet as they stare at each other in the mirror.

"I just wanted you to feel better. But I'll gladly keep you warm too. Whatever you need Eddie. I- I mean I'm here. For you. Not goin anywhere." He shrugs after he mumbles through his little confession, his eyes on the floor when he turns to Eddie.

"I feel better." Eddie whispers, bites his lip and decides to be brave.

He steps forward, into Steve's space, Steve lifts his head, hazel eyes darting around Eddie's face. Eddie hears his breath stutter when he leans closer, presses his lips to Steve's cheek, firm.

Wanting no doubt in Steve's mind that Eddie means this. Means to kiss him. Means to pull him into a tight hug after. Means to hum happily into Steve's neck when Steve pulls him close, arms wrapping around Eddie's skinny frame and holding him tight.

"I'm not going anywhere either." Eddie breathes into his shoulder, presses another kiss there, into his shirt, like a promise. Steve squeezes him tighter, Eddie thinks he might be crying. His chest fluttering against Eddie's as he breathes shakily.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" Eddie asks, lets Steve pull away a bit so he can see him. Eddie was right, there are tears in his eyes, but he's smiling as he looks at Eddie.

"Yeah. Course you can. You can sleep there every night if you want. Forever." Steve says, nuzzles into Eddie touch as he wipes tears away from his flushed cheeks.

"Forever huh?" Eddie teases, kissing acoss Steve's cheeks genlty as he laughs, it's wet, and wobbly, and Eddie is so fucking in love with him already.

"Yeah. Forever. Or however long you want me I guess." He shrugs again, dismissive, as if he really thinks Eddie would ever give him up.

"Forever sounds good to me. Not fucking letting you go now I've got you." Eddie whispers, his hands holding Steve's face, Steve's hands on his wrists, holding him too.

"You're gonna keep me forever?" Steve asks, his lip trembling as he looks at Eddie with hope in his teary eyes.

"Forever and ever, if I can." Eddie nods, and it seems to break Steve. He sighs, grabs at Eddie's pajama shirt and tugs him forward. Their lips crash together, a little rough at first, their teeth clicking until Steve seems to calm and slow down. His lips move genlty against Eddie's, soft and slow, and when he pulls back he's smiling again, his crooked little half smile that Eddie loves so much.

Steve scrunches his hair a few more times and then drags Eddie upstairs, gets them both comfy in his bed. And he holds Eddie as they fall alseep, pressing kisses into his hair and against his temple before sleep takes him.

Eddie wakes up warm. Drapped across Steve's chest as the sun hits them. He feels lips press into his hair, smiles when Steve makes exaggerated kissy noises. But he keeps his eyes closed, nuzzles deeper into Steve as he feels his fingers press into his hair.

Eddie hums as they drag through a few times, nimbly untangling rats or snags as they move. He sinks deeper into Steve, his heart fluttering as Steve's hand moves through his hair genlty, scratching at his scalp as he goes, before settling against the back of his neck, his thumb moving in slow cirles against the newly exposed skin.

Eddie whimpers into Steve's chest and snuggles closer, Steve keeping him warm, just like he promised. Eddie couldn't wait to spend forever with him.

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"Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself."

Steve Harrington gifs 4/?

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what, like it's hard?

rating: EXPLICIT / NSFW tags: boys so horny, fucking on a table, Eddie being surprisingly flexible ✨for @blubblesandink at my BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST for the prompt: "What? Like it's hard?"

It’s crazy, because Steve’s never been exactly the playboy this goddam town’s always hyped him to be—he’s no blushing virgin but he doesn’t actually notch his goddamn bedpost, Jesus Christ.

Though he is glad he got around as much as he did, considering where he finds himself now: he’d never have ended up in bed with Lacy, who he caught eye with at a swim meet they had to stay in a hotel for, and who wasted no time at all less asking and more instructing Steve to fuck her in the ass. Sure it was one time but hell if Steve hasn’t benefited from the experience in practice given his current partner—his…his always partner, if he’s honest, and it’s on that cusp between appropriate and too-soon-to-say-it, still, but only just: but that doesn’t change the fact that Eddie’s it for Steve, and, yeah.

It was good to have some practical idea of what the fuck he was doing, for this first time. If he knew where Lacy was now, he might like, send her a fruit basket: thanks for making sure I’d be ready to please the love of my life three years later, or something.

Anyway: back to where he finds himself now.

Which is fucking said love-of-his-life, on said cusp-between-when-it’s-too-soon-and-fully-acceptable-to-say-as-much, on the table in the kitchen that honestly, Steve has spent his entire teenage life questioning the reason for because one, it was too goddamn big for life, two, they already had a too-goddamn-big-for-life table in the dining room, plus the island with stools also in the kitchen, and three: his parents were never here to use any of it anyway.

Now, though, Steve takes all of it back, the island and the dining room table but especially this specific table in the kitchen: no question what it’s made for.

Fucking Eddie senseless on top of. Obviously.

And Steve’s got a good rhythm now, enough momentum that even this heavy-as-shit solid whatever-wood is shifting a little, cracking a little, and Eddie’s moaning just, just dirty in a way that’s so fucking sweet and Eddie’s clawing at him, he often does, a little frantic and a little feral and Steve’s still got his shirt on, they’d honestly barely got through the door and locked it behind them when they started dismantling one another with purpose, with Eddie flinging himself back on the closest solid surface for Steve to work his ungodly-tight jeans over his ass, then past his thighs and rolls them off his ankles so they’re free for hiking up to hook over Steve’s shoulders, for Steve to spread him his so and work him quick and practiced and that’s something Steve’s never had before, with anyone: the kind of familiarity with a body—and a body he adores, and fucking worships, at that—where he can slip inside and know exactly where to touch, where to tease, how to give, and it’s a particular kind of high, honestly. And Eddie: Steve knows Eddie did faceless backroom shit in Indy, but he also knows he’s the first person Eddie got naked for, with, so he likes to think at least some degree of that giddy joy’s a shared thing.

Eddie chokes out a cry, a whine as Steve drives in again and he’s babbling, he’s panting mostly Steve’s name and that’s…that is unspeakably fucking hot, always, always, and Steve’s got a hand steady at Eddie’s hip, and another tracing his hole, relishing the hint of the clench and flutter of it, and Eddie’s gonna tear a fucking hole in his shirt and Steve is going to fucking come too quick for the rip of it, and he’ll fucking keep the shirt and wear it around whenever he can and he’ll have a perpetual half-chub for the memory but he’ll get hard in his goddamn boxers on command for the blush he knows’ll stain Eddie’s cheeks to see it, so yes, yes he welcomes the way Eddie’s nails dig and then catch, when he gains purchase and pulls on Steve’s collar and—

And lifts himself up to crash his lips to Steve’s, sloppy and panting, breathless and messy, needy and overwhelming and—

His legs are still over Steve’s shoulders; Steve’s still buried in him to the fucking balls, and Eddie’s kissing him he’s air and they’re drowning.

Steve might fucking already have drowned, and this is the last little firings of his brain on the way out because, because—

Jesus fucking Christ, that’s not just hot, that’s fucking insane, and Steve’s pace falters for it, lost to the image, to the feeling of Eddie’s tongue in his mouth and his own ceding fuck control as Eddie sucks, gasps, never lets go of Steve’s shirt as he clenches around Steve’s dick and holy fuck—

But then Eddie whines, so fucking long, the pitch of it keening and Steve jolts, because what if he hurt himself, what if—

“Fuck, babe, are you okay?” Steve lifts a hand from Eddie’s hip to Eddie’s cheek, gentle, so gentle; “did I hurt you, fuck—“

But then Eddie groans, and looks up at Steve, flushed and sweaty though his bangs as he pouts:

“Hurt my stomach,” he whines a little, and it’s a…a frustrated sound, a petulant thing—and Steve hasn’t been genuinely dumbstruck, like, actually fucking speechless when it comes to Eddie? In a while.

Leave it to this fucking man.

“Just, let me try a different angle,” and Steve sounds determined, like it’s a goddamn mountain to climb, as he leans back a little, adjusts his grip on Steve’s shirt and pulls himself up and that’s the thing: he wasn’t clawing so much as grabbing for leverage, tearing the shirt to get to Steve’s lips and…

Honestly, that might be goddamn hotter.

Eddie tries, grunts, realigns, huffs, repeats the process a whole four times before he hums into Steve’s mouth and starts kissing again in earnest, or else, fuck: devouring Steve and mouthing sloppy, slick as he pants heavy:

“Told ya,” and his grin is traceable with Steve’s mouth; “proceed.”

And he sounds so wrecked and so fucking cheeky all at once and Steve’s gone on him, he is so goddamn gone, and between the two of them Steve’s got the core strength to get back to business, but he fucking depends on Eddie’s steady biceps to balance him as he fucks Eddie’s ass and his mouth all at once, as best he can, uncoordinated and a little bit crazed and it’s fucking spectacular, it’s immense and unhinged and goddamn glorious, and Steve just, he’s, it’s—

They’re gonna crack the fucking table one day, and Jesus Christ: he looks forward to it.

——

(And, if later—much later—they’ve made it to a bed and they’re kissing just as full but slower, deeper somehow, and Eddie does the whining again, Steve still asks if he’s okay.

“Sore, Stevie,” he moans and burrows against the side of Steve’s cheek and Steve holds him, cradles him close even as he chuckles.

“I’m kinda guessing that’s what happens when you bend yourself in half like a fucking folding chair, babe.”

And Eddie tips his neck back and frowns, actually, kinda looks bewildered, and while it’s adorable it’s also confusing: did he forget that stunt he pulled, sexy as fuck and kind of goddamn unheard of, like a gymnast or a fucking tantric sex god or some shit.

“What, like,” Eddie finally says, licking his lips with those big button eye stretched wide; “like, it’s hard? Or something? Was that not, like, normal—“

And Steve can’t fucking have that lilt of apprehension in his boyfriend’s voice, nope, he doesn’t stand for that shit and moreover: he’s definitely not standing for it when it comes to this.

“Eds, baby, it was amazing,” Steve assures him until the light’s back full-force in Eddie’s gaze, in, just, the whole of his face, his entire presence and being and just…Eddie; “you just might’ve pulled something.”

Because again, like, tantric sex god.

But then Eddie’s back to looking confused as fuck as he repeats, like the words are fucking foreign:

“Pulled…something?”

And so: if later, Eddie reveals that he definitely thought a pulled muscle was a whiny jock myth, because oh that one time it could have happened when I fell off the roof, I just figured that was the broken bone or well, I mean, the stage dive bruised the fuck out of me that time, kinda though it was just the bruises or well, Steven, forgive me if the bat bites were where I was focusing my attention, not the muscle strains, Jesus H.?

Steve thinks he is entirely within his rights to laugh his ass off at his beautiful, adorable, absurd, accidental-sex-god of a boyfriend.)

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transmasc chests for a queer art show!! the higher saturation yellow makes them look golden hehehe <3

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Steve Harrington gifs 2/?

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written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: pin | words: 388 | rated: T

"Here."

Eddie barely has time to register the word before Steve shoves something at him. He blinks down at it, stomach swooping when he catches the sight of the familiar fabric. "Is this..."

"I didn't mean to keep it as long as I did," Steve tells him. He worries at his bottom lip, like he's not sure how Eddie is going to react. "But there was blood all over it and some of the pins were missing and I... I wanted to fix it. Before I gave it back."

"You wanted to..." Eddie takes a deep breath and slowly unfolds his battle vest. A pressure builds in his chest as he takes in the pins and badges scattered over it, some obviously new while others are as known to him as himself. "Steve."

"Yeah?"

"I can't believe you did this," Eddie lets out in a rush of breath, voice shaking a little.

"Dustin explained to me how much it meant to you," Steve says softly. "I didn't find some of the old pins, but I got new ones I thought you'd like?"

Eddie's eyes go from the new Sabbath pin to the D&D red dice pin to the... "Did you get me a bat pin?"

Steve shrugs and his lips twitch up a little. "I thought it'd look cool."

Eddie snorts and hugs the vest to his chest. "You thought it'd look cool."

"It could also be, you know, kind of an inside joke?"

"Aren't the matching scars enough?" Eddie asks and then bumps Steve's foot with his own when Steve ducks his head. "It is cool, though. Thank you. You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to," Steve cuts him off. He stares at Eddie with those hazel eyes of his, always so intent and focused. "I wanted to, Eddie."

Eddie swallows and doesn't miss the way Steve's eyes flicker down to his throat. "I don't know how to thank you."

Steve sighs. "You don't have to thank me."

"What if I want to?"

Steve looks at him, eyes widening a little, and his gaze drops down to stare at Eddie's mouth this time. "Oh?"

Eddie licks his lips and leans in, brushing the softest of kisses to Steve's lips. "Thank you," he whispers.

"You're welcome," Steve says back, right before he pulls Eddie in for another kiss.

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#accurate #also exactly 7:42 now so #about me

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OKAY series of polls about sock preferences because i'm a curious autistic fuck:

(if you don't wear socks don't answer any of the other questions)

#I do not and the rest of the questions making me go 😑 explains why lmao #about me #tumblr polls

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#yuuuup #driving. doing dishes. right before I fall asleep lmao #writing things #about me

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Chris Evans as Steve Rogers Captain America: The First Avenger

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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

"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?"

#loveeeeee okay this one might be my new favorite lmao #sub eddie week #steddie #transfem steve harrington #eddie munson #boys 👏 in 👏 skirts 👏#and your drawing 😩🥰#stranger things fic #q

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