#eddie x ftm

[shmeddieshmunson]

The Routine

Eddie Munson x Transmasc!Reader, 18+, cute but then smut, smoking, drinking, making out, fingering, Eddie x You +"good boy"

Smut one-shot ~3k words, minors do not interact

Knock knock knock-knock-knock! You drummed rhythmically on the door with your knuckles.

You scanned the edge of the pool of yellow light that washed over you and the front porch of Eddie’s trailer. Moths and mosquitos flitted around. The park was calm, but you could hear the muffled sound of music and voices from neighboring trailers. Could see vague movement in some of the lit windows behind the curtains.

The warm summer breeze carried away the smoke from the cigarette that hung between your lips, and you could hear the crickets, cicadas, and frogs.

Knock knock! You heard from the other side of the door before it swung open. You whip your head forwards again and come to attention.

“What do you want, punk?” Eddie spits, locking his hip and obscuring the doorway, his voice almost sing-songy with his faux toughness. He’s backlit by the warm lights inside, face highlighted yellow with dramatic shadows. You grin and pull the cigarette from your lips, but he plucks it from your hands and takes a drag before you can even lower your arm fully.

Slightly slack jawed and awkward, you just kind of freeze there in awe, and he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Well??” he demands, his mouth starting to curve upwards. 

“I uh…” you clear your throat, “I’m here to see a guy… about a thing...” There’s a brief pause that feels longer than it is as he exhales the smoke in his mouth. “C’mere–” you lean forward quickly and hook your finger into one of his belt loops, and stuff the other into his hair, pulling him into you for a hard kiss. He laughs into your mouth, finally cracking and relaxing, leaning the front of his body into yours.

“That was really the best you could come up with?” He teases you as he takes a step back, "A guy about a thing?" He moves quickly like he’s going to punch you in the gut, “uhn!” he exclaims playfully, his fist stopping jerkily before it connects, and recoiling. Then he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you indoors with him. 

“Look, I came here to smoke and to make out, not to start writing our comedy show,” you quip back sarcastically.

He walks across the room and into the kitchen and pulls open the fridge door, tongue absentmindedly sticking out between his smiling teeth. 

The trailer already has a smoky haze to it, and you plop down on the worn but comfortable brown couch, beginning the routine you two have developed together over the months. You reach into your jacket’s chest pocket and pull out a small hand painted tin, which you lovingly refer to as your Go Pack. Eddie had gifted it to you for your last birthday, and intricately decorated it with snakes and dice, as well as your initials. 

You run your thumb over the slightly raised design, then pop it open and pull out the spliff that you already have rolled for the two of you. Eddie walks over to the couch with two beer bottles clinking together in one of his hands, and an ashtray in the other. You look up at him and there is a flicker in both of your eyes as they meet, and you flash him a brilliant smile. He sets everything on the small coffee table.

“Care to do the honors?” You ask, head tilted up, looking at him. You motion the spliff and lighter you’re holding towards him.

“Ooo, don’t mind if I do,” he takes them and bounces himself down on the couch, thigh pressed up against yours. The lighter flicks to life and lights up his face as he settles into your side and you rest your arm on the back of the couch behind him. His cheeks hollow around the joint as he sucks in to spark it, and you’re taking in all the details of his soft and angular face. 

He looks at you and raises his eyebrows slightly before billowing a puff of smoke between you. You laugh lightly through your nose, and take the joint from him, your fingers brushing his on the filter. 

It’s his turn to stare as you inhale, but you pretend you don’t notice.

“You always look so hot when you smoke,” he says with a lowered voice, eyes scanning from your lips to your eyes and down again. You let a smug smile creep onto your face and exhale the smoke out of your nose. You take another drag, but instead of passing the spliff you hold it away and lean your face towards Eddie’s. He knows that cue and meets you halfway, parted lips meeting yours as you blow the smoke into his mouth while he inhales, ending it with a flit of your tongue and soft open mouth kiss. You hum into his mouth as he returns the kiss, and holds the smoke for a moment before blowing it out again. “Damn,” he rasps. 

“Yeah, damn,” you rub his shoulder with your thumb and look at him through your eyelashes. Without breaking eye contact you pass the spliff over. The two of you spend several minutes doing this; lazily kissing and admiring each other while you shotgun hits back and forth, and slowly burn the spliff to the filter. You make each other laugh, and cough, and neither of you can keep your hands off of the other. 

That's how it goes.

He pulls away to set the butt of the spliff that went out a minute ago into the ashtray.

“Shall we relocate to the dungeon,” he croaks in a cartoonish voice, and arcs his arm dramatically towards his bedroom. You throw your head back with a laugh, and don’t catch him fawning briefly at your exposed throat.

“Yes please,” you say with a mischievous smile on your face. It was ridiculous how much this boy made you smile. 

You quickly push up off of his shoulder, pinning him to the couch while you get up first. “Hey!” he grunts, and pushes you a little when he catches up a moment later. You both laugh and stumble towards the other room, knocking into each other, racing to get there first. He does, but he steps aside, bows, and sweeps his arm like you’re royalty, letting you pull ahead at the last second. 

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” you coo. As soon as you cross the threshold of his room you start shedding layers, and Eddie clicks the door shut behind you. “My uncle shouldn’t be home until late, but, yanno..” You glance over at him and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Better safe than sorry.” 

He closes the distance between you and grabs the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head for you, before pushing you towards the bed. You happily oblige and fall onto his bed, the blanket cool under your back and you close your eyes and take a deep breath, soaking up his smell. You feel as he presses his shins into the edge of the bed with one of your knees between his. When you open your eyes, he’s looking down his nose at you, long hair falling around his face. His energy has shifted away from the playfulness you came into the room with, and when you meet his eyes again, it gives you butterflies.

“Hi,” you say breathily. He kneels one leg between your thighs, and starts leaning over you, planting a hand by your head on his descent towards your face.

“Hi,” he whispers into your mouth, just barely keeping from brushing his lips against yours, and holding your gaze still through his eyelashes. You lean up to connect with his lips, and the movement shifts you down into his knee on accident. Your breath hitches, but it gets lost in the kiss that’s exploding between the two of you. You move your hips on purpose now for a little bit more of that friction and let your eyes flutter shut. He smirks and runs his free hand down your chest, over your stomach, and grabs the waist of your jeans. He pulls and presses, helping you establish a rhythm against his knee and thigh. 

The intensity of your kisses amplifies, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He sucks on your top lip, and nibbles at your bottom. His tongue traces your teeth. Your hands are running all over his back, up into his hair, and up and down his chest. Restless and grabby. 

He ruts your hips into him with a particular gusto, and you can’t help but moan. 

“Mmmm, get up on the pillows for me,” he rumbles, and he licks a stripe up the side of your neck before yanking the waist of your pants the direction he wants you to go. 

You make a little sound of agreement, and use your elbows to scooch backwards. He drops his other knee to the bed, and watches you wiggle into a comfortable position while he begins the slow crawl up to you between your legs. Again, his dark and intense gaze sends a ripple through you. You can see the slight bulge in the front of his jeans and it makes you throb a little more in your own pants. 

He kisses a line along the top of your waistband, then slowly starts to kiss a trail upwards. Holding himself above you he kisses your stomach, past your belly button, up to your chest. He veers off center and takes one of your pierced nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls over it as it hardens and you take up fistfulls of his hair as he sucks on it. You groan and let your head fully relax back, the feeling of his tongue and teeth grazing your sensitive skin and the metal nestled in it zings into your core. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whimper as he licks and kisses his way across your chest to torture your other nipple. Sucking on one, and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, grunting and groaning when your hands tighten in his hair. You’re already becoming a wet mess for him, and he knows it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t drag it out. 

His hands find their way to the front of your pants again, but this time he pauses. “Baby, I wanna feel you so bad,” he drawls, and you exhale hard at his words. “Can I?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, biting your lower lip a little.

He unbuttons your pants, unzips the fly, and starts pulling down on the waistband of your jeans and underwear simultaneously. You lift your hips into the air to make it easier for him, and he leans down to plant a kiss on your abdomen in response as he slides the rough material down your thighs. When you put your hips down, he sits back on his knees briefly to finish pulling them off of you and then reclaims his spot between your thighs.

Only now, the situation is a bit more intimate. He flashes a rogue smile at you, before zeroing in on the exposed heat between your legs. His rings glint in the light as he brings his hand to you, tracing sporadic shapes beside your lips and across the top of your mound before dancing over your swollen clit. Your eyebrows jam together as you let out a long sigh. You love the feeling of his fingers putting pressure on both sides of your clit, helping it pop out from under the hood even more. He dips his finger into the pool of grool that's gathering at your hole, and draws a string of it away, very obviously enamored, eyes wide. He does it again, but this time, sliding two fingers over your entrance, up your clit, and then bringing them to his mouth to lick off your juices. He moans around his fingers, looking up at you. The hunger that’s burning in his eyes makes you clench. 

“Are you all wet and hot for me? huh,” he murmurs, and drips a glob of spit onto his fingers. He rubs outside of you briefly once more before pushing two of his wet fingers into your cunt and curling them. “Mmmm, yeah, good boyyy,” he groans out, feeling you pulse and drip around his digits. His voice sounds like honey, and he can’t pull his eyes away from your soft skin stretching around his fingers, his rings contorting the skin when he’s deep inside you.

You gasp and swear when his fingers brush up against that rough spot inside you, and you try to keep your hips still with the help of his firm hand pressing down on your abdomen. Then you start babbling pleases and vague begging. Your whines pull him back to this planet, and he looks up at you.

“What is it?” he almost taunts, “you feel good?”

“Yeah, but–” you gasp as he curls his fingers again.

“But what?” He likes making you squirm and struggle, likes making you feel so good you can’t finish your sentences.

“Please, more, I need more,” you look down at him, eyebrows still furrowed, mouth agape, and eyes pleading. 

He laughs lightly and plants a sloppy wet kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan. Flicks his tongue over your tiny erection several times.

“‘More!’ he says,” he teases you, as he pulls his mouth away. But, he doesn’t hesitate to jam a third finger in your wet pussy and pick up the pace. You spew profanities littered with his name, all throaty and loud, your back arching and your hips rutting, but he pushes down from your stomach again, which just makes you flood with more juices. 

The steady rhythm that he’s rocking your body with from the inside out starts to build inside of  you, a deep ache in your guts that makes your legs start to shake.

“God you're such a hot little mess,” he spits between bared teeth. His breath is starting to wrack his body, and his face is scrunched up in lust and focus.

“Ooooo yeah, Eddie, fuck,” you pant, “Eddie you make me feel so good. You– fuck– you make me so wet– nnnn,” your praise and whines are like music to his ears. He doesn’t want you to stop making those sounds, ever.

But he does want to make you squirt.

“Can you take one more, baby?” he asks courteously.  He knows you can, just wants to make sure you want it. You nod your head. “Mmmmm, ask for it then, babe,” he slightly slows his three fingers and focuses on just curling them against your inner walls for a moment.

“Ah! Will you, please–nnnnn….  Please put another in me Eddie, I want you to stretch me out.”

“Ooo hoo hoo, good boy,” he tells you, and he pulls his fingers out of you. You wince at the sudden emptiness. He locks his eyes on your face as he tastes you on his fingers, keeping a steady motion on your clit with his other hand. Then he flattens that hand and speeds up, making you drip and clench and pull your legs together at the shift in feeling. He firmly pushes your legs back apart, and then shoves all four of his fingers into your cunt. You make this animalistic, guttural moan scream as he goes right back into his body shaking rhythm from before. Except now, he’s basically grabbing your whole cunt from the inside, and rocking your hips down into the bed and up towards him, and it’s driving you fucking crazy. 

Very quickly the tension builds inside of you, and before you can even turn your desperate sounds into real words to warn him, your orgasm crashes over you, and a wave of pleasure rolls through your body. You clench and jerk and your pussy floods and gushes around his fingers, the wetness rolling down his wrist and onto his bed.

“Good BOY! YES, ooo, come all over my fingers, baby,” cooing and groaning, and his face is flushed, mouth open in disbelief. “You’re so fucking hot, yes,” he keeps the stream of praise flowing, but you’re barely tracking it over the rush in your ears and the sound of your own heartbeat. He pets your inner walls a few more times before you start flinching at the stimulation, and he slowly slides his hand out of you. He kisses your inner thigh, and bites down. You yell a little in surprise, before giggling back into a pant to catch your breath. 

His fingers and his rings are extra shiny in the light now, dripping every now and then, and he is looking at you with the  biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Goddamn, godDAMN,” he says with a slap to your thigh, he bites his lip, and then he moves to lay down next to you.  

“What can I do for you? If you give me a minute you can fuck me…” you start as your breathing regulates, his body warm and sweaty against yours.

“Well, funny story…” he says sheepishly, “I’m actually uh, pretty sorted out.”  You look down without even thinking, and sure enough, in place of the tent he had pitched earlier, there is now a wet spot coming through the denim.

“Oh my god…” your voice is soft and almost a laugh. 

He starts to splutter, looking defensive and not finding the words he wants before you cut him off. “No– good oh my god! Like, oh my god that’s so fucking hot that that made you come in your pants,” you grab his face and study him with your bright eyes and amused smile. “Like it’s a little funny, but holy shit, I love it.”

He lets out one laugh and scrunches his nose at you, “Alright, alright, whatever.” He kisses you so you don’t have to keep talking about it. 

“I’m gonna go roll up another joint,”  he declares, pecks you on the lips, and grunts when he stands up. 

You watch him leave the room with an unwavering smile turning up the corners of your mouth, and glassy eyes. After a couple more deep long inhales and exhales, you trail after him.

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[comet113]

I want a pretty gf, a gf who does her makeup and asks me to help, a gf who wears pretty dresses. as for a bf I want him to be the hottest mf, a druggie, and I want him to look like he smells absolutely vile.

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[transmunsons]

Eddie teaches Steve how to fight. The Munson name might be good for nothing but they were a scrappy lot. Eddie learned early how to throw a punch. His dad said real boys knew how to fight, so put your whole body into it, twist your hips.

Eddie had heard King Steve got his face beat in by the Byers kid. Also heard he might’ve deserved it. And that Byers got off with hardly a scratch. But none of that was his business. He was just trying to graduate.

The second time Steve showed up to school with a face full of bandages, he took pity on him. This time he’d apparently gotten into a fight with that mouthy new kid, the one who gave Jeff the heebie jeebies. They ended up in detention together and Eddie leaned into his space and asked some questions, like “how come you get beat up more than my ducklings?”

Apparently the pretty rich boy had never learned how to defend himself, never needed to. What a waste of muscles. Which is how Eddie ended up giving Steve a lesson in the middle of Ms. Pratt’s room. Keep your fists up, turn your body so you’re a smaller target, shift your weight to your toes, and if you need to: scream.

“What?” Steve lowered his hands, bewildered.

“Yeah, man, just scream.” Eddie said. “At the worst, it’ll give you a second while they’re confused and at best they’ll think you’re nuts and disengage entirely. It’s a win-win scenario.” He shrugged.

“Is that how you fight?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed my reputation around here, Harrington, but half the school wouldn’t touch me with a rainbow colored pole and the other half thinks I’m straight up insane. No one’s gonna fight a crazy person, ‘cause crazy people might just kill ya.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Steve remarked. He packed up the singular sheet of homework he’d tried to do.

“No problem, that face is too pretty to be marked up all the time.”

But Steve couldn’t stay out of trouble for long.

Eddie was trying to see if the new mall theater was as easy to sneak into as the Hawk when he passed by some teens in sailor costumes slumped by a water fountain. One of them pointed at him as he walked by.

“Munson! It worked!”

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[yourftmfriend]

imagine eddie brock being so desperate for you. you hadn’t touched him for weeks. he was so desperate that it was starting to physically affect him.

poor baby couldn’t sleep because of his desperation. sure he tried to get off himself but he just couldn’t cum without your touch. and all he was left with was a leaky and throbbing pussy :(

and venom whispering in his head about how he should ask you for help and how you could make him come undone on your cock in a few seconds or how you’d eat him out like your life depended on it certainly did not help

one day he was just too desperate to go on and decided to tell you about his little problem. his cheeks were flushed and he couldn’t even look at you straight in the eyes as he told you how he hasn’t came for weeks and he’d been craving your touch. you let out a chuckle making him look at you with wide eyes as you tilted your head. you still were fully clothed from work, in a grey suit, which somehow made him even more aroused

“strip” you told him, looking up with demanding eyes. his eyes widened even more before he obeyed. once again he looked at you, waiting for you to give him his next command. you told him to kneel and without question he was on his knees in front of you in less than a second

you slowly lifted up your freshly polished shoe to his pussy making him let out a gasp. “oh? you like this?” you asked while pressing harder on his clit. he desperately held your thigh in attempt to ground himself. you started rubbing slightly as he let out small gasps and whimpers

suddenly your movements came to a halt. he looked up at you with tears in his water line and his brows furrowed. you gripped his jaw slightly. “do it yourself darling” he looked up at you with the same tears rolling down his cheeks before starting to hump your shoe

he felt so fucking dirty. he was grinding on your shoe for gods sake. his heart nearly skipped a beat as you reached up your hand and ran it through his fluffy hair in an attempt to soothe him. he leaned into your touch as he grinded harder. “such a good mutt for me.. doing so good darling” your words make him let out a loud moan as he laid his face on your thigh. “look at you making a mess on my shoe baby… i just got it polished..”

a string of ‘i’m sorry’s were falling from his chapped lips as tears fell onto your pants

his movements got faster as his clit was getting more and more sensitive by seconds passed and it started to hurt so so bad :( but he couldn’t stop. it just felt too damn good to stop. your shoe was now glazed with eddie’s slick as his thighs started to shake

“m’ closee fuckk im so fuckin’ closeee! pleasepleaseplease let me cum pleaseeee” he whined as his movements got even faster. “cum f’ me darling” he let out a loud whine as his movements slowed down, riding out his orgasm

once his movements came to a stop, he was surprised by you once again pressing against his flushed pussy. he looked at you with fear filled eyes as you unzipped your pants.

“who told you that you could stop?”

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[munsonkitten]

Eddie locks his ankles behind Steve’s back, thighs squeezing his sides, and holds him there.

“Stay inside,” Eddie whispers.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, shaking but easy. So soft and so sweet.

He’s still shaking, just resting against Eddie as they try to breathe together.

“You okay, Harrington?” Eddie whispers. He runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, over the scars that match Eddie’s.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Steve whispers, muffled into Eddie’s collar bone.

Eddie’s hands still, he freezes. Still blanketed under Steve’s trembling body, Eddie takes a deep, shaking breath.

“Pussy was that good, huh?” he jokes. Because there’s no way Steve meant that. There’s no way he even said it, nah, Eddie’s just hearing things.

Hearing things he wants to hear.

“No,” Steve says. He lifts his head. “I mean, yeah. Your pussy’s great, man, but no, that’s not — I just had to tell you, okay? It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but you know, I have to be honest because we just… did all that, and it would be wrong for me to not tell you.”

“After we—” Eddie starts, but then all the words catch right up to his brain and he pulls Steve in for another kiss, so heated and full of all the words Eddie wants to say back.

Steve’s still inside him, still covering him with his body. It’s so hot in the room, and Eddie feels gross, but none of that matters because Eddie may feel gross, but he’s loved. Loved in a way he never has been, and that’s—

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie laughs. He thinks he might start to cry, thinks he might be already. “I mean, hell, I think I’ve been in love with you since, like, middle school, so there’s that.”

“You didn’t even know me,” Steve points out.

“Didn’t need to. Knew you were pretty,” Eddie whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “What about you? When did this revelation hit you?”

“At Reefer Rick’s,” Steve answers immediately.

“Oh yeah? Which time?”

“The first time, man. When you had that bottle pressed to my throat. Fuck, all I could think was that you were wild. Wild, but scared, man. Like an animal that shouldn’t be caged, I don’t know.”

“What the fuck, Steve? You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this the whole time?” Eddie jokes.

Steve shrugs. “Didn’t wanna scare you off. You, uh, you’re doing better now, than you were then, and even just, a few weeks ago, you know? And if I would’ve—”

“I would’ve ran,” Eddie realizes.

Steve shrugs. “I would’ve waited longer, you know. Just, you were lying there in nothing but a pair of fucking cut off shorts, squirming, man. You were squirming and whining, and fuck, you would’ve seen how hard I was if I didn’t say something first to beat you to the punch.”

Eddie laughs. “Can’t believe I got you that worked up.”

“You’re a fucking dream, Eddie Munson,” Steve says. “And I don’t wanna wake up from this one.”

And it’s fucking cheesy, it’s so fucking cheesy, but Eddie finds himself smiling, his grin overtaking his whole face. He can’t stop it, can’t contain it, doesn’t fucking want to.

“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Eddie teases.

“Did that actually work?” Steve asks, his grin matching Eddie’s.

“Consider me swept, Harrington,” Eddie says with a wink. “My feet are thoroughly off the ground.”

Steve kisses him again, and he moves them, slipping out of Eddie’s messy cunt, but not letting him go, not going far. He grabs the joint and the lighter off Eddie’s nightstand and lights it up again, taking a hit before passing it over to Eddie. They lay on their sides facing each other, Steve’s arm slung over Eddie’s waist.

“Hoping to get me horny again?” Eddie asks as he brings the joint to his lips.

Steve laughs, ducking his head to hide himself in Eddie’s neck. “I’m hoping I’d get a second round without it, but hey, if it works, it works.”

“Don’t worry, baby, you can have as many rounds as you want,” Eddie promises.

Something has definitely changed between them, but strangely, as Eddie lays in his bed beside Steve, smoking the rest of the joint they were working through earlier, it feels like nothing’s changed at all. They’ve been in love with each other this whole time, been living in each other’s pockets for the entire summer. Steve’s seen Eddie naked before, he’s helped him bathe, helped him change his bandages, helped him brush his hair, and makes sure he’s eating.

All these acts of kindness have never been because they’re just friends, and Eddie knows that now, and he thinks he knew that before, too. He kisses the top of Steve’s head, noses against his sweat damp hair, and holds him closer.

Soon they’ll have to get up and clean up, to wash away the evidence of what they just did, and they’ll get in the shower together, not for the first time, but for the first time when they both know what it means, and Eddie will hold Steve close, and he’ll ask Steve to call him angel and sweet boy, and—

They’ll clean up later.

Now, though, he whispers a quiet, “Yeah, I love you,” and holds him tight, and hears the same three words whispered back.

excerpt from strange as angels on ao3

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Eddie Brock (and venom too!) x FTM reader where eddie and venom love to touch and caress reader especially when readers feeling especially dysphoric.

Eddie Brock (and Venom) x ftm reader

Headcanons

First of all, Eddie and Venom would not treat you different in any way for being Trans. Eddie has always been very accepting, and Venom doesn’t see gender as his species is pretty much genderless, and he just prefers male pronouns.

They wont fully understand dysphoria since they aren’t trans themselves, but they’ll do their best to be there for you. Be that holding your hand when your doing testosterone injections, or if you use T-gel. They’ll also get you a binder, or get you in contact with surgeons if you want surgery.

But if you didn’t want to go to a doctor, Venom can probably do some of the changes to your body if you wanted, like removing your uterus if you wanted it gone. He’ll just go from Eddie to you, chew up the bits you didn’t want, and go back to Eddie afterwards.

But if you want to changes or treatment, they wont mind at all, since you’re a man in their eyes no matter what. They both see gender as something up to you, so even if you come out after you’ve started dating, they’re nothing but supportive.

Eddie also lets you wear his clothes if you want, since sometimes wearing male clothes can help with dysphoria and feeling more masculine.

Venom is the touchiest out of the two, though Eddie loves to be in physical contact with you as well. Venom just creates limbs to grab you and pull you into hugs, he also takes control of Eddies body to hold you.

When you and Eddie are kissing its not uncommon for Venom to shove his way into control so he can kiss you instead, he’s had to learn to summon lips though since kissing sharp teeth isn’t the most attractive thing, unless you like that kind of stuff.

When you are having dysphoric days they both make sure to love on you an extra amount, with lots of kisses and cuddles, they’ll also pick you up and carry you to the couch or bed so they can cuddle and kiss you even more.

If you have days where you don’t want to get touched because of dysphoria they’ll find other ways to comfort you, like bringing you your favorite snacks or watching your comfort movies.

They are also the type to go out of their way to go pick up a gift you book you like, just because. Eddie shows his affection through gift giving for the most part, whilst Venom is more physical affection and bringing you meals.

Venom always purrs up a storm when he nuzzles against you, almost like a big affectionate alien cat. Eddie doesn’t purr, but he still likes to hug you from behind and cuddle into your shoulder.

Expect a lot of grabbing and touching from this relationship, since they’re both touchy people, and Venom expresses most of his love through it. Venom also uses the excuse that it creates positive brain chemicals to cuddle.

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[steddie-luvr]

just thinking about how steve loves eating eddie’s pussy.

like most of the time, he doesn’t need to physically get off. just making eddie writhe and squirm and sob beneath him makes him happy.

he loves licking and kissing and slurping him, loves leaving finger-shaped bruises on his inner thighs and hips.

he loves hearing eddie’s whimpers and whines and groans and moans, loves hearing him cry out in absolute pleasure because of him.

he could eat him for hours if eddie would let him. loves when his pussy gets so wet and messy and sloppy with cum and spit and slick. he loves seeing his pussy get puffy and red from overuse.

eddie loves looking down between his thighs and seeing steve get lost in the pleasure of eating him. his eyes closed, mouth delving into the heat between his legs. he loves seeing how it physically affects him — face flushed, pupils blown wide, hard cock trapped in his pants.

yet, he never focuses on his own pleasure. it’s always about eddie and wanting to please him with his mouth, himself being a second thought.

most of the time, he grinds his hips into the mattress as he goes down on eddie, the mere thought and action of pleasing him and slurping him getting him off.

eddie winds his hands into steve’s hair, pushing his face even more into his pussy, — if that’s even possible — grinding his clit on the tip of steve’s nose. it’s always so good.

steve will moan and hum into his cunt, tongue laving up slick and spit and sweat and cum. he loves the taste of eddie, always has. loves making eye contact with eddie above him, loves seeing his face as he watches him eating him up like the last fucking supper.

if he could die between eddie’s legs, he would. he can’t find a better way to die. eddie’s addicting and he can concur that eddie feels the exact same way about him.

eddie loves when steve overstimulates him, makes him cum over and over and over. loves when his muscles are overused, skin sweat-slick, tear tracks on his face, thighs and legs shaking.

while steve just keeps going — eating. almost as if his mouth and face is sewn in between his legs.

after each time eddie cums, steve kisses all around his inner thighs and pubic bone, hands caressing him before making his way back to his priority.

after about the second or third time of steve eating him out for over an hour, eddie finally understood why all the girls of Hawkins were so head over heels for this man — why and how his reputation came to be.

it’s beautiful, really. both of them wanting the other to feel loved and cared for, wanting the other to feel euphoric.

Tags: @astrayeddie @eiddets @ineffableoutpost @stupid4steddie @steddie-steddie @steddiestains @munsonsleftnut

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[venuscrashed]

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: no pronouns used, not proofread, ooc?

word count: 1k

Eddie Munson. The Freak. The Guitarist. The DnD DM. Your admirer. Eddie Munson, who would always watch you from affair, studying you more than he studied for his tests. Eddie Munson, the one who would look for your face at every performance, despite knowing you would never show up. The same guy who got held back multiple times in high school. The same guy who was standing in the gym watching you, waiting for your practice to be over.

He stood there as he watched you dribble the basketball. Watch as you glide across the court against your own teammates for the drill. He couldn’t help but admire how serious you were about your sport, about your future, something he could learn from you.

His palms were sweaty, heart going a mile a minute. He stood there in a stiff manner while his mind thought of everything that had happened. It was a simple bet, stupid, but simple. All he had to do was pass his last test, a test he took so many times that he should have known all the answers by now. But, of course, he had to lose to Robin. Now that Robin had won, she dared him to finally confess. This happened a while ago but now that you're eighteen it’s fine. Right?

Before Eddie could back it the coach had already blown his whistle. Your teammates high fived each other and broke off into groups. You and your two friends stood around while the rest of the team went off to take showers in the locker room. He watched as they laughed and looked back and forth between the two of you. He almost left right there and then if it weren't for you walking over to him.

His body stiffened, taking two steps back but was stopped once you caught up to him. “Hey Eddie. You need something?” He froze right then and there. He yelled at himself for acting like some lovesick, teenage girl.

“Yeah. I was wondering if I could talk to you.” He watched as you nodded for him to go on. He was going to kill Robin after this. “So, um, happy birthday. You’re finally an adult. Congrats!”

You watched as he did that stupid little smile and stupid jazz hands. You looked down at your shoes with a small smile. Chuckling at his antics before looking up,” Thanks. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten kicked out yet.”

Eddie let out a loud laugh, louder than what he intended. He quickly stopped and squinted his eyes with an internal cringe. God, what you do to him. “Yeah, me too.” His eyes widened after he let out a gasp. “Not like that! I meant I’m surprised I haven’t gotten kicked out. You’re fine! I mean-”

With your hand over his mouth you started laughing. He visibly relaxed and listened to that sound he loves so much. That laugh that got him hooked since day one back when you two met at a basketball game.

It was your first basketball game with their highschool team. He got dragged along by his friends after he told them what his uncle said. Having to go and talk to other kids his age. Eddie dreaded being there but soon found it delightful after he saw you.

You were on the court, it was the first half. The coach put you in the starting line up, dubbing you their star player after watching you in middle school. Your back was to his face while you tried to get the ball. 

His eyes fixated on you, a slight interest growing. It only grew bigger once you had turned around. Gareth had heard him gasp. He looked towards where Eddie was looking, letting his mouth hang wide after he saw your face. 

“Damn,” Gareth had said with a smile. Eddie quickly turned around and hit his friend in the arm.

“Hey man! Dibs!” Eddie yelled, which prompted Gareth to turn to him and start yelling as well.

“You can’t call dibs!”

“Yes, I can!” Eddie screamed, causing students to turn and look at him. “I looked first!”

They argued back and forth. Complaining about the rules of bro code. They caused the majority of the crowd's attention to go towards them.They would have kept going if it wasn’t for a loud whistle that caught their ears.

They both turned in sync. Both of them freezing when they realized it was you that whistled at them. 

“Hey boys! You gonna fight or watch me play?” Your teammates on the court had surrounded you, laughing and playfully teasing. They both watched in a trance. Eddie only grew more fixated when he heard you laughing along with your team.

“They’re so mine…”

Your fingers snapped in front of his face, drawing him back to you. “Hey! What were you going to say?”

With newfound confidence he straightened his back and looked you in the eye. “(Y/N) (L/N), would you like to go on a date with me?” He bowed dramatically like a prince, praying that you would say yes.

There was a long pause before he heard you laugh again. He looked up and saw your blushing face. He finally grew a smile when you rapidly nodded your head.

“Yes, Eds. I will go on a date with you.”

He practically jumped up. Grabbing your hand and leaving a kiss on it with a smile. “Great! I’ll pick you up at eight.”

The both of you smiled towards each other, savoring the moment. Which was quickly interrupted with your teammates oohing and clapping in the background. The both of you looked back at them. Some of your teammates teased you saying “get a room lovebirds” or “they’re married”. Others say “finally” and “it's about time”.

You bashfully smiled, turning back around towards Eddie. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks. He stared at you as you pulled him in and left a lingering kiss on his lips. His smile only grew bigger as he looked away with embarrassment.

Yeah the bet was worth it.

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[prettybrownelf]

helloo, small request of eddie and transmasc reader where they just bicker for fun with each other the whole day (maybe smut or fluff either is perfect) :) tysm

Dinner Time Conversations

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Eddie Munson x FTM! Reader

Summary- Eddie and his boyfriend bicker about space and the ocean as they make dinner

Word Count- 288

Content Warnings- None, Fluff, Short, Just Two Boys Giggling

Eddie giggles in his small kitchen as (Y/n) ruffles his hair behind him. 

They've been bickering about nothing for the last few hours, and Eddie would be a damn liar if he said it wasn't the cutest thing in the world.

“All I'm saying is it would probably take a lot more energy and time to discover space than the ocean!” Eddie laughs as he cracks noodles into the boiling pot of water below him. (Y/n) rolls his eyes playfully as he hops up on the counter, playfully and lightly kicking Eddie in the back as he cooks them dinner. 

“Babe, the ocean is insane. We can easily go to space, but the ocean has so much pressure we can't even get down there. Godzilla could be sleeping down there and we wouldn't even know it!” Eddie lets out a loud laugh as he turns to look at his boyfriend. “Godzilla?” (Y/n) chuckles as he nods. “Yes! We don't fucking know! Anything could be down there!” 

Eddie turns back to the spaghetti he’s making laughing. “I'm pretty sure space has some crazier shit than the ocean.” (Y/n) laughs behind him. “Ok, but who says fish arn't aliens? Look how weird they are. Their definitely not supposed to be on the planet.” Eddie chuckles as he turns back to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as (Y/n)’s hands roam through his long hair. “That's kinda true, fish do look weird, huh?” (Y/n) smiles. “Exactly. I'm right and you're wrong.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes as he leans onto (Y/n). “Yes, yes, you're always right and I'm always wrong.” (Y/n) chuckles as he wraps his arms around Eddie's neck happily.

“Exactly.” 

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson x male reader #x ftm reader #ftm reader #eddie munson x ftm reader

[shmeddieshmunson]

This is Our Year

Eddie Munson x Transmasc!Reader, 18+ as a rule of thumb, fluff, mentions of beer and weed, coming out

Short one-shot 900 words

Eddie is so smitten, and nervous, and batting away any possible shame with his mile long eyelashes. He always feels this way when you’re in the back of his van with him, smoking a spliff, having a lukewarm beer. Even when you’re just looking at him.

He'd fucked girls, and it was hot, but he knew from a young age that Van Halen did not make all the other freak boys feel like this. He felt how he imagined the girls screaming their heads off at their shows felt. The girls who flashed their tits and threw themselves at the band. However, he had yet to meet a boy he actually knew that turned his stomach into knots in the same way. And then you showed up in Hawkins, all leather and spike clad, hair a mess. 

When he finally talked to you, finally made friends, finally hung out with you constantly, and finally fell so head over fucking heels that he couldn't stand it anymore, you confided late one night that there was something he didn't know about you. Something you needed to tell him. 

He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and he struggled to not interrupt you by blurting out his own admittance of feelings. It’s really happening. I knew this was MY year Eddie's mind was already racing with the excitement of what having a boyfriend would be like, just the most absolutely delicious cherry on top.

So when you manage to utter to him that you're trans, his stomach drops. “What do you mean?” he asks, looking distant suddenly. The words are soft, and you can’t tell what emotion is behind them. 

“Well I uh… I wasn’t born a boy. I don’t have a dick. Well at least not a real one… I have always felt like a boy but I had to work to become one.” Luckily the words are finding themselves, because your brain feels like white noise. Did I just fuck up the best thing in my life? You try to hide the fact that your lips are trembling with another long swig of beer.

So... He doesn't like me. The fact that you're trans doesn't make him flinch or pause for a single moment. The apologies and worries that start falling out of your lips, and the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes are lost on him while he tries not to cry, drowning in his own thoughts. He doesn't like me is the only thing eating at his brain. All this and he doesn't--

"Eddie?" And suddenly he's back. He makes eye contact again, and looks so deeply wounded in his huge dark eyes. "Eddie I'm so sorry, I get it if you don't want to be friends with me anymore. Just please don't tell anybody," you're pleading with a crackling voice. "I have to hide it to stay safe, that's why I moved here." You're stumbling over your words and now the tears are dripping out of your eyes. "I really thought--"

"don't want to be friends with you?" His voice comes out fast and desperate and sharp. "I'm fucking in love with you!" It's out of his mouth before he even thinks. 

The silence is so loud. 

You blink. He blinks. You open your mouth to say something, but instead you just go slack jawed. No way.

"I--" he shuts his mouth again. 

You just stare at each other, the most locked in, intense, eye contact that either of you has ever experienced in your young adult lives.

"that's... why... I wanted to tell you..." You eventually whisper. You swear his whole face changes, but he's still looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed and lips jammed together just like before. But there's a glimmer in his eyes now, a twitch in his brows. 

You can't stop fidgeting with your hands, or staring at his huge doe eyes. He looks like a fucking baby cow, jesus christ.

"So you don't care?" you finally confirm. He shakes his head in an almost unnoticeable motion. "It's one thing to be gay OR trans, but being both is just..." You trail off, almost letting thoughts of the last town you lived in consume you. You look up again to see a grin threatening the edges of Eddie's lips. He looks more like himself again. That spark in his eyes through his eyelashes, his face starting to crinkle with the smile he’s failing to hide.

You blink and then his lips are crashing onto yours and he's grabbing your face, while you tangle your fingers into his long hair as quickly as you can. He pulls back, and both of you have huge grins and tears on your face. 

“You almost gave me a fucking heart attack,” he teases. You start to spew apologies and worry again, launching into how “this information hasn’t always gone over well in the past” and how you figured that you were just “doomed to keep it secret” and never let someone in close again after this, because if, “Eddie Munson thought I was truly a freak, there wasn’t any hope!”

He leans forward and laughs into your mouth, giddy, and kisses you again. He can’t tell if he’s high off of the spliff or the emotional rollercoaster he just came out on top of. This is our year.

#eddie munson #eddie x transmasc #eddie x ftm #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #I literally haven't written in years please give me any feedback or anything! #my inbox is open please be gay with me #my writing

[huboi]

you’re a real boy

ft. steddie

summary — eddie and steve comfort their dysphoric ftm boyfriend (this is polyamorous)

cw/tw — FEM ALIGNED DNFI! mentions of deadnaming, transphobia, jason (he’s his own warning tbh), reader can’t wear a binder due to medical reasons, mentions of eating food. lmk if there are any more <3

note(s) — made this cause dysphoria has been hitting hard, hopefully this can comfort some other ftm who are struggling with dysphoria. sos if this isn’t that good, I’m not the best at writing in this format. btw this is quite short but I hope you enjoy :)

today had been a difficult day for you. being constantly deadnamed due to the fact that you haven’t come out yet (for obvious reasons), and people just being assholes about your identity. jason was mainly one of these people, since he somehow managed to find out about you being trans. of course he was an asshole about it, saying how you weren’t a real man and such.

when you met up with steve and eddie after school you just couldn’t help but bawl once you were in steves car, eddie the one hugging you due to the fact steve was too busy driving. when they arrived at eddies trailer they sat you down onto the couch with both of them on either side. “what’s wrong honey?” steve asked, holding your hand in his. you explained to them how you’ve been feeling dysphoric throughout the entire day and have been thinking about wether you’re a real boy or not.

eddie left his position on the couch, confusing you for a second, when he came back with one of his shirts did you understand. the boys let you change in the bathroom into the shirt that was a bit too big for you, which hid your chest from view. when you came back into the living area, you noticed that there was a blanket over the couch and some snacks and drinks on the table.

eddie and steve both have you a big hug when they noticed your tears of joy. “if you feel like it, we can have a take out for dinner tonight” eddie suggested, you nodded against his chest.

steve made you look him in the eyes and said “you are a real boy (y/n), you’re our handsome boy”, he then proceeded to give you a small kiss on the forehead, eddie doing the same not long after.

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[transmunsons]

steddie text posts pt 3

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[male-yn-simping]

Hii! Can you please make a soft fluffy Eddie x trans YN pov. You both get into bed after a long day when Eddie notices your still wearing your binder and tells you to take it off so you do and it ends with Eddie comforting you because of dysphoria.

I Know

Eddie Munson x FTM! Reader

After a long day of work and then watching Corroded Coffin play, all you wanted was to cuddle with Eddie and sleep.

Too tired to change, you slipped your shoes off and flopped onto Eddies bed. Eddie smiled lovingly at you as he slipped off his jeans and laid next to you, wearing boxers and a Metallica t-shirt. As Eddies arms wrapped around you, you lifted your head slightly to kiss him. The kiss was soft and sweet. Exactly what you needed.

Pulling away though, you felt a tightness in your chest. You winced in pain as the consequences of wearing your binder all day caught up to you, but you decided to ignore it. Eddie couldn't tho.

His hand fell to your cheek as he moved your head up to look at him. His eyes were filled with worry as he looked at you.

"Have you been binding all day again?" He asked, his tone soft and caring. You're eyes looked anywhere but Eddies face as you nodded slowly. With a soft sigh, Eddie sat up and pulled you up with him. He kissed you softly as his hands played with the him of your, well HIS, t-shirt.

"You gotta stop doing that, baby" He mumbles against your lips.

"I know, it's just difficult. I hate not wearing it, especially in public" You admitted, your eyes watering slightly as guilt washed over you for making him worry.

"I know. I know baby. But you're safe here, alright?" He tugs softly at the him if your shirt, a wordless question in his gesture. You nod in response and raise your arms as Eddie pulls the shirt off. Your eyes fall to your lap as your arms instinctively wrap around yourself.

"Hey. It's okay." Eddie kisses you again, his thumb gently running along your cheekbone as he comforts you. "You're okay baby. My wonderful, perfect, handsome boyfriend"

Eddies smile grows as he speaks, a sense of pride coming over him as it still amazes him at how YOU agreed to be HIS boyfriend.

"Can I take this off?" He asked softly as his fingers traced along the band of your binder. You nodded again and he took it off, quickly handing you back the t-shirt so you would be more comfortable.

After slipping it back on, you couldn't help but pull him in for a passionate kiss. A silent 'thank you' to Eddie for taking care of you.

#stranger things x male reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x trans reader #eddie munson x ftm reader

[munsonkitten]

strange as angels

| steddie | 8600 words | explicit | tags/read on ao3

Eddie squirms on his bed, lying on his stomach with the seam of his shorts hitting his cock just right. He can’t do any more than that, though, because Steve’s sitting just a few feet away, taking a hit off the joint that Eddie passed over to him before he had gotten comfortable where he currently is.

Fuck, weed makes him horny. Most things make him horny, but the weed paired with the summer heat paired with Steve Harrington in the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen, nothing but a white wife beater covering his torso, well, it’s a fucking recipe for disaster. A recipe for wetness spreading between his thighs, something tingling and warm where he can’t touch.

He groans, face buried in his pillow. The seam of his shorts pressing perfectly against his cock. The heat around him and the heat between his legs is nearly unbearable. He needs to do something, but that’s just another problem.

Eddie hasn’t been able to get off since March. He tries, he tries a lot, but as horny as he gets, he just touches himself and touches himself and suddenly it’s an hour later and he’s made no progress, his pussy has dried up, and his cock fucking hurts. Every single time.

“You okay, man?” Steve asks. Rough and deep, throat scratchy from smoking. Without even realizing what the fuck it does to Eddie to hear him like that.

God, he needs to stop smoking with Steve. They need a new hobby, something else they can do during their hangouts, because honestly, Eddie’s been crushing on him since middle school, and it’s only gotten worse. This pent up sexual frustration doesn’t fucking help, that’s for sure.

Eddie turns his head on the pillow, faces Steve. He takes a breath.

“I’m fine,” Eddie huffs. “Just fucking…”

He shakes his head and rolls over onto his back.

The pressure on his cock alleviates, but he still throbs in his shorts, still pulses with need and desire. He knows it’s fucking useless to even acknowlege the feeling in his underwear, knows he won’t get anywhere even if he tries. Won’t get anywhere if he kicks Steve out and tries to get himself off like he wants.

“I’m high,” Eddie says instead. “And being high makes me, uh, horny, I guess. So just, you know.”

“Oh,” Steve breathes. “I can, like, go in the living room. If you wanna, you know, do something about it.”

“No,” Eddie sighs. He sits up, plants both feet on the ground, watching as his toes sink into the carpet beneath his bed. “Nah. I haven’t been able to.”

It’s embarrassing, admitting it to Steve. He can’t look up at him, not as heat settles in his cheeks, as his hands shake in his lap.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks. “Haven’t been able to touch yourself?”

“I mean,” Eddie starts. “I get horny I get my hand down my pants, try and try, and then I never get close enough to cum.”

He doesn’t say that it’s usually because something in his body ends up hurting in a way that isn’t fun or that he gets into his head about one thing or another, or just… Just general fucking dysphoria over his body. He doesn’t tell Steve there are reasons for it because he’s already said too much.

“Oh,” Steve says. He stretches forward from Eddie’s desk chair and puts the joint out in the ashtray on Eddie’s nightstand.

Eddie thinks this is it, Steve’s just gonna get up and leave. Eddie’s said too much, shared too much. He’s never had a guy friend he’s spent this much time with, not one so close to his age. His band’s too young, the Hellfire kids are too young, he wouldn’t talk about any of this with them, wouldn’t dream of it, but Steve — well, now Eddie doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to talk about it with Steve.

But then Steve leans back in the chair again, spreads his legs out with his hands clasped over his stomach. He gets comfortable, and Eddie watches him, careful not to meet his eyes.

“How do you do it?” Steve asks.

Eddie’s head snaps up and he finally looks at Steve’s face. “What?”

“Well, you get your hand in your pants, right? Have you ever tried taking them off? Getting all spread out and naked?”

What is happening right now?

“Uh,” Eddie says. “Not really. Tend to just stick my hand in there and touch my dick till I finish. Don’t really need to take them off. I mean not that I never do, but I just—”

“Try it,” Steve says, nodding toward him.

“What? Now? Are you fucking — you, what, you’re gonna sit there while I get naked?” Eddie splutters.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Steve says quickly. “Just, you know, I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Not when I’m about to jerk off!” Eddie reminds him. “Helping me bathe when I’m half-dead is not the same thing.”

“Hey, man, I’m just saying,” Steve says, putting his hands up in something that looks like surrender. But then he fucking continues. “I’ve gotten a lot of people off, you know? I could give you a few pointers.”

Eddie stares at him. He waits. Waits for Steve to laugh and say he’s just kidding, waits for Steve to punch him for even considering saying yes.

Waits.

And nothing. Steve just watches him back, head tilted forward, eyebrow slightly raised. He still has his hands clasped over his stomach, legs spread so casually. Eddie could fit between them, nose along Steve’s zipper and pull it down with his teeth — and no, he tells himself. He can’t afford to think like this.

“Hey man, if you don’t want to, that’s fine,” Steve says after a while. “I shouldn’t have — I mean, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by asking, or anything. It’s just, you know, I’ve had some friends and we used to, like, jerk off in the same room sometimes. No big deal. I mean—”

“Steve,” Eddie blurts out. He doesn’t want Steve to say anything else about how he and Tommy Hagan used to jerk it together. He doesn’t think he could handle it without fucking dying. “This is fucking insane, but I — okay.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie swallows, nods. “Yeah, I mean — fuck, man. It’s been… A really long time.”

Steve nods encouragingly. He sits up a little bit straighter, hands on the edges of his seat to push himself up. He looks like he’s going to stand, and then slumps back into the desk chair with a little sigh.

It’s like he wants to… Like he wants to get closer. Touch.

And the thing is, Eddie would fucking let him.

“Alright,” Steve says. “Uh, then take off your pants, okay?”

Eddie nods and stands up from the bed. He tries not to think too hard about it — Steve has seen him naked before, that’s not a problem at all. Steve had to help him a lot after everything in March, and he had already found out by accident that Eddie is trans. Eddie hadn’t wanted to expand the number of people he’s out to by letting anyone other than Steve and Wayne help him with his recovery.

So yeah, Steve’s seen him naked, he’s seen him get undressed. It’s in a different context now, of course, but as Eddie unzips his shorts, he can pretend it’s all the same.

His denim shorts hit the floor, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, just a pair of light briefs because even his regular boxers were too hot to put on today. He isn’t wearing a shirt, didn’t bother to put one on when Steve came over, having asked Steve if that was okay. You’re a dude, aren’t you? Steve had scoffed. Why would I care if you don’t wear a shirt?

And Eddie didn’t mention the one tit he has left, the fact that he hasn’t always been seen as a dude, but Steve never mentions it, so Eddie never does either.

Steve’s seen him naked before.

He pushes his underwear down, lets them slip down his legs into the pile of material around his ankles. His hands cover his crotch, not really meaning to, not with any intention, it just feels like the thing to do.

“Gonna hide from me?” Steve teases.

And honestly, what the fuck?

Eddie doesn’t even know what’s happening right now. Doesn’t really know how to process all of this, but his cock is throbbing under the attention, pulsing with the need to touch himself. He doesn't think he’s been this horny since before the bats tore him to pieces. He could probably get off without Steve’s help, but that might be wishful thinking.

Besides, Steve’s the whole reason Eddie feels this way right now. He knows that.

“Not gonna hide,” Eddie breathes, mostly to himself.

He turns, places a knee on his bed and climbs back into it, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving the covers pushed to the end of the mattress. Nothing between them, no more pretending this is just what it always is.

Eddie spreads his legs as he gets comfortable, angled out from the corner of his bed, propped up by the corner of the walls. He feels the sticky heat from the room settle on his bare skin, the slight breeze coming through the window, the waft of air from the box fan pointed toward his bed. He feels all that, but most of all, he feels Steve’s eyes on his body.

“Go on,” Steve encourages.

He rolls the chair forward, feet moving him across the floor until he’s just two feet away from the bed. His new angle has him looking right up between Eddie’s legs, has him close enough that he could reach out and touch Eddie’s ankle, his shin.

“Are you sure this isn’t weird, man?” Eddie asks. “I mean, you know I’m — I, uh, you know, man. I’m a fuckin’ queer. I mean, having you here, that’s… you know.”

Eddie winces, waving his hand helplessly, a vague gesture round the room as he searches for the words he doesn’t really want to say. Doesn’t want to admit.

“I know, Ed,” Steve says softly. “I know, and it’s alright.”

Eddie releases the breath he’s been holding and shuts his eyes. He forces the words out, something painful in the vulnerability. “Just… I’m not gonna not be thinking about you while I do this.”

“Eddie,” Steve says in a way that makes Eddie’s eyes open. Giving him his full attention. “It’s okay.”

Eddie nods. “Right, so then I’m just gonna…”

He gestures down toward himself, down toward his cock, hard and alert, sticking up out of the thick, dark hair surrounding it. Steve’s eyes follow down, and Eddie nearly misses the way his tongue darts out and wets his lips. Without meaning to, Eddie moans quietly in the back of his throat, a quiet noise he can’t help.

He’s never felt… Desired. He’s never had anyone look at him like this, when he’s bare and spread open.

Eddie closes his eyes, needing to focus, and slides his fingers over his cock. He twitches beneath his touch, that good, warm feeling spreading through him. It starts off how it always does. Good. Touching his cock always feels good at first, always makes him think he’ll get there eventually.

He rubs his fingers over it, slides them down to his hole to gather the wetness there, and brings them back up. He works them slick and sloppy over his cock, hearing the wet noises he makes. He can’t help the little breathy groan that escapes from his lips, can’t ignore the one he gets in response from Steve.

He goes quicker, presses against himself harder, quick little strokes to get him closer but—

“Slow down.”

Eddie stops completely, looks over at Steve. He’s still sitting there, casual as ever.

“What?” Eddie breathes.

“Slow down, Eddie. Go fast like that and you’re gonna, like, burn out,” Steve says. “Go slow, ease yourself into it.”

Eddie listens, of course he does. When Steve’s using that voice, looking at him like that, all parted lips and spread legs, Eddie can’t even think of not listening.

He slides his thumb over the top of his cock, back and forth over the short length of it. It’s not enough, not fast enough, not building enough. He’ll be here for fucking hours if he keeps up this rate, and honestly that’s just as bad as not getting there at all. He doesn’t fucking have time to spend hours getting himself off, not when he used to do it in fifteen minutes and go back to whatever he was doing like he never paused in the first place.

He closes his eyes, lets the feeling wash over him, doesn’t go any faster because Steve didn’t tell him he could.

His breaths come out a little faster when he hears Steve shift, hears the fabric of his shorts rustle a bit. Eddie doesn’t look, doesn’t need to know. Just the idea that Steve might be touching himself, or needs to, at the very least, adjust himself in his shorts, is enough to make Eddie tremble with need.

“Slow down,” Steve says again.

Eddie fucking whines. He didn’t realize he sped up until Steve said it. He’s just desperate to force an orgasm after so long without. He slows down again, slides his fingers over his dick in languid movements.

“Ed?”

“Mhm?” Eddie opens his eyes, looks over at him.

“Going okay?” Steve asks. He has his hand cupping himself through his shorts, not moving, just holding. Eddie wants to watch him, wants him to get naked and spread himself out just like Eddie is.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “Going about the same as it normally does at this point.”

That’s actually a fucking understatement.

“That’s good,” Steve says. “Have you ever tried fingering yourself?”

Eddie nods, a little too jerkily. “Yeah, but I can’t reach too good anymore.”

With that, he dips his fingers lower, slides one over the entrance of his hole. He dips the finger just inside his pussy, feeling the stretch in his shoulders and back as he tries to reach further. Ever since he got hurt, it’s been harder, he can’t quite get much deeper than his first knuckle.

“You don’t have a toy or anything?” Steve asks.

Eddie slides his finger in, ignoring the aches spreading through his body. He spreads his legs open further, feels the painful click in his bad hip when it’s too far, and has to pull his finger out, gasping with the pain. He clutches his hip as he moves his leg back into a more comfortable position, and then he feels a hand settle over his.

He opens his eyes to see Steve leaning over him, hand still on Eddie’s hip. He rubs at the spot, massaging the pain away. He’s done this before — Eddie’s hip, his shoulder, his back, any of the problem spots he’s had over the last few months. Steve has massaged him, held him up, kept him steady, used his big hands as a brace when Eddie just needs some extra support where it hurts.

This hand burns.

Red hot with fire, with the look in Steve’s eyes.

“I asked you a question,” Steve says, voice low in the way Eddie likes it. He shivers.

“Could you repeat it?” Eddie pants.

“Do you have any toys?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, man. Too expensive. I’ve, uh, used the handle of my hairbrush before, back before everything, but…”

He trails off, shaking his head. It’s been a while. It doesn’t feel right using the thing he leaves in a shared space on the bathroom counter.

“Poor baby,” Steve murmurs.

A moan punches out of Eddie, the name swirling around him and holding him tight in a warm embrace. Baby, baby, baby.

“You must be so desperate to get off,” Steve continues.

“I am,” Eddie whispers.

He starts touching himself again, cock between his knuckles. He slides his thumb over the tip, entire body twitching with sensitivity.

Steve is so close still, leaning over Eddie’s body with his hand still cradling his hip. The point of contact is so minimal, so routine, but it feels like he’s being touched everywhere. Like Steve’s the one working his fingers over his cock.

He wants that. Wants Steve to touch him, to be the one to get him where he hasn’t gone in so long. He wants Steve’s fingers inside him, knows they’d stretch him just right and hit exactly where Eddie needs them, thick and long, and perfect. Steve Harrington is fucking perfect.

Steve goes back and sits down on the chair again, and Eddie watches him, watches the way he settles and puts his hand back over his own cock. Eddie can see the bulge in his little shorts, can see the way his cock is straining to get free. It’s big, Eddie knows that. The thought of it inside him, oh god. Eddie screws his eyes shut again.

He can’t keep thinking about it.

“What do you like, Eddie?” Steve asks softly, leaning in closer.

“I don’t — I don’t know,” Eddie pants, tilting his head and opening his eyes.

“No? Nothing?”

“I don’t know, man,” Eddie says helplessly.

“Is this all you do, baby? You just touch your pretty cock? What do you think about?”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie groans. Zings of pleasure shoot through him, his dick throbbing and twitching from the words. “I like when you say shit like that.”

“You like a little praise, I get that. Like being told you’re doing a good job,” Steve says thoughtfully. “What else?”

“I don’t know, man,” Eddie says. He drops his hand to the bed, spreading his legs a little bit further to feel the air on his cunt. What he thinks about is Steve Harrington’s huge hands gripping his hips as he fucks his huge cock into him. That’s what he fucking thinks about.

He digs his fingers into his thighs, trying to distract himself from the thoughts. His cock pulses, and he can see it twitching between his legs when he looks down. He digs his fingers in deeper, wishing he could do it hard enough to bruise, settles for digging his nails in instead.

“Think you might like a little pain, too, though, huh?” Steve asks, drawing Eddie’s attention back to him.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods. He looks… He looks about as wrecked as Eddie feels. Raw and splayed open, entire body thrumming with arousal. That’s how Steve looks, parted lips and half-lidded eyes. “I think you do. Digging your nails so hard into your thighs I’m scared you might bleed, man, and your dick is fucking… twitching, like I can fucking see it, Jesus Christ. Like, seems like you like that a little bit. And if all those tattoos are anything to go by…”

“Y-yeah,” Eddie admits. “Yeah, I like… A little pain.”

“Pinch your nipple, then,” Steve suggests. “See if that does anything.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Doesn’t do much for me. I’ve tried.”

“That’s okay,” Steve whispers. “What about, uh, spanking?”

“What, you’re gonna bend me over your knee and spank me, Harrington?” Eddie asks, and well, he doesn’t hate that idea. Okay, that actually sounds really good, but he doesn’t know if that’ll help him get where he needs to be.

“I was gonna suggest you spank yourself,” Steve says. “Slap your, uh…”

He gestures between Eddie’s legs.

“My cunt? Are you serious?”

“Try it,” Steve says. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

“No, no,” Eddie says quickly. “Fuck, I’ll try anything at this point.”

“That’s right,” Steve says with a nod. “You’re desperate, baby, I know.”

“Jesus Christ, man,” Eddie huffs. If he’s called baby one more time he might cum untouched.

Without another word, Eddie lifts one hand and hesitates just a few inches above his crotch. He looks over at Steve, see the way he looks at him so intently, sees the way his eyes are fixated on Eddie’s cunt, and it’s — Eddie usually feels a bit dysphoric about the parts he has, wishes he had something else between his legs, but he feels like he doesn’t even have the brain power for those feelings to creep up on him right now. He doesn’t have it in him to think that Steve might be looking at him right now and seeing a girl.

Steve’s clearly getting off on this, he’s turned on, Eddie can see that. He can see the slight twitch of Steve’s hand over his shorts, like he’s trying not to be too obvious about touching himself.

Eddie brings the hand down, hearing the wet slap that fills the room. The blow isn’t as sharp as he’d like it to be, his pubes kind of ruin that skin on skin contact he wants, but it’s still good. It still makes him close his legs around his hand and moan out.

“Was that…?” he starts. “How was that?”

“You tell me, Eddie,” Steve says. “You’re doing this for you, not me.”

And that’s — well, Eddie kinda likes the idea of it being for Steve. He likes the idea of punishing himself and being told whether or not it’s good enough.

“I think I should try again,” Eddie whispers.

Steve nods encouragingly.

Eddie lifts his hand and brings it down again, hitting his dick dead-on and crying out. He shakes, legs closing around his hand again, and takes a few deep breaths.

“That was a good one, Eddie,” Steve says. It heightens everything Eddie’s feeling right now, spreads warmth through his whole body to hear that. “Did it feel good?”

“Yes,” Eddie breathes.

“Good boy,” Steve says. “That’s what matters, right? Feeling good?”

Eddie nods. If he wasn’t before, then being called a good boy would’ve done it for him. It settles deep in his gut, warm and tingling. He’s being a good boy, he is, and he’ll show Steve he can keep being one. It falls so easily from Steve’s lips, the ease with which he calls Eddie a boy making Eddie swell with something euphoric. People who find out don’t always treat him right. Sometimes they find out and flip right to calling him a girl, calling him by the wrong name — but not Steve. Never Steve.

It’s so simple, to be called those two simple words, but it means a lot to Eddie. Maybe it shouldn’t, maybe it’s bare minimum, but it’s still something important to him.

Steve’s important to him, and Eddie wants to show him just how good he can be. He’s desperate to show him.

He spanks himself a few more times, making each one better than the last. The last one stings the most, his pussy and dick sore from the blows. He feels like he could float away, each smack of his hand bringing him right back down to earth and then sending him away again. He feels light, floating in a way that has nothing to do with the weed he was smoking earlier.

He wants more. Wants it to be Steve’s hand coming down on his heated skin.

“That’s enough,” Steve tells him. “Give your poor dick a break.”

He would, he so would, but he’s fucking throbbing. He wants to go back to jerking himself off, wants to shove his fingers in deep, if only he could. Wants, wants, wants.

Most of all, he wants Steve, and he doesn’t know how to ask for him.

“Steve,” Eddie breathes. He puts his hand back on his dick, needs to touch himself. Thinks he might be getting closer — he just needs Steve. Needs Steve to take away all the thoughts that stop him every other time he tries.

“Yeah?”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to say it. He’s stood on tables and yelled to the entire cafeteria, he’s sung and played guitar in front of the entire school, he DMs with everything he has, never ever feeling nervous, but he’s never had someone this close, has never felt so vulnerable.

This audience of one feels so much bigger than the rest of them. Steve Harrington is everything, and Eddie is scared. He’s scared to ask, he’s scared to fuck up, he’s scared to be this open and raw with someone, and he doesn’t know what to say.

He shakes his head.

“Eddie Munson’s finally run out of words,” Steve comments, not meanly, or anything. It’s like he’s truly in awe of this progression. Like he can’t believe Eddie’s speechless because of him. Eddie can’t really believe it either.

Eddie just nods. He stops touching himself, reaches out to take the hem of Steve’s tank top in between his fingers. Tugs.

“What is it, Eddie? Need you to talk to me.”

“I can’t reach, but you —” he swallows. He tugs on his shirt again, trying to urge Steve into taking it off. “You could?”

It seems to take Steve a second to recall the previous conversation, now feeling like ages ago to Eddie too, but then he gets a sharp intake of breath in response, and Steve tugs his shirt over his head. Tosses it down to the floor, and Eddie’s seen Steve shirtless, but not like this. Not when he’s about to touch Eddie. And that’s what’s going to happen, Steve’s definitely getting ready to touch him, hopefully fuck his fingers into him and help him cum for the first time in months.

“I could,” Steve says. “I could. Just tell me—”

“Steve,” Eddie whines. “Please just touch me.”

Steve ends up on the bed between Eddie’s legs, knees planted on the mattress, outer thighs touching the insides of Eddie’s. His fingers slide over Eddie’s hole, rubbing at the wetness, spreading but not dipping inside.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks.

“Y-yeah,” Eddie breathes. “It’s fine, right? You said — you said, you and the guys—”

And Eddie knows Steve said nothing about touching each other, but he doesn’t fucking care. He just needs it so bad.

“No, yeah,” Steve says quickly. “Yeah, it’s — just giving a friend a hand, right?”

Eddie nods in agreement because yeah, that’s exactly what this is. He doesn’t need to think about what else this could mean because Steve says it’s normal. Eddie doesn’t have to worry about being the freak — the fag — because Steve is okay with this. He’s doing this.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie pants. “Just — I’m… You know I’m not a girl, right?”

Because he has to say it. He needs to know that Steve knows. Cunt and tits (one tit) don’t make him a girl, and Steve needs to know that. If Steve wants to say this is something friends do, something that doesn’t have to mean anything, Eddie at least needs him to acknowledge—

“I’m gay, Ed,” Steve whispers. “It’s okay, I’m — yeah, into guys. Don’t worry, man. Never seen you as anything but a guy, okay? Not gonna start now.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes. Okay.

Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool. Steve Harrington just came out to him and now he’s pushing one finger inside Eddie’s cunt. Just a typical fucking Friday afternoon. Except it’s not because—

“This is my first—” Eddie blurts out. He cuts himself off, swallows. Says softly, “I’ve never done anything. With anyone.”

“Then I better make it good for you, huh?” Steve says.

Eddie shivers, the low rumble of Steve’s voice right in his ear making him tremble with need. He nods, a quiet moan falling from his lips, just a little noise that fills the room.

The finger inside him is long, presses and touches experimentally. Eddie finds himself panting, squeezing down around it to make it feel thicker inside him.

Steve laughs quietly, head dipping and pressing into Eddie’s neck. “Gonna push me out, baby.”

“Sorry,” Eddie whispers.

He brings his hands up, slides them around Steve’s waist, touches the scars on his hips and back.

“That’s okay,” Steve says. “Just feel good, okay? Let me help.”

Steve pulls his finger out and moves, settles on the bed beside Eddie. He lays on his side and wraps his arm around Eddie’s waist, pulling him flush to his body. Eddie’s arm and side press to Steve’s chest, the thick hair brushing against Eddie’s skin.

“Is this okay?” Steve asks, face right next to Eddie’s on the pillow. He hikes Eddie’s leg up, hooks his arm underneath his thigh, and slides his fingers through the wetness on Eddie’s skin, up to his cock.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“Good.”

Steve pushes two fingers into Eddie’s pussy. They go in easier than Eddie expected them to, he’s so turned on. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this wet before, doesn’t usually get anywhere near this, but right now he has Steve Harrington pressed to him, their sweaty bodies sticking together where they touch, and he has two fingers inside him that he’s dreamed of, and he can feel Steve’s cock digging into his leg. Sue him for being affected by all of that.

“Good?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods, mouth falling open as Steve moves his fingers just right. It’s so much better than anything Eddie’s ever tried himself. The feeling of a warm body pressed against him, the feeling of someone else’s fingers inside him, it’s fucking — it’s a lot. It’s a lot, but it’s not enough at the same time.

His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he wants to crawl toward that warmth, wants to crawl inside Steve and stay there, if only he can feel close to him for a little while longer. The feeling suffocates him, sucks all the air out of his lungs, and he turns his face toward Steve.

“You okay?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods, adjusts himself so Steve can thrust his fingers in deeper, feels the stretch in his hip as he hooks his leg over Steve’s thigh. He feels like he’s contorting himself, trying to become one with Steve.

“Not enough,” Eddie tells him.

“No?”

Eddie shakes his head. He doesn’t know how to ask for more, doesn’t know what’s going to be too far, but he wants more. More fingers, something harder and faster, anything.

“What do you need?” Steve asks.

“Don’t — don’t make me ask,” Eddie blurts out. He can’t. What he wants — he wants Steve. He wants him forever, wants to keep him. Wants Steve to love him.

That’s the core of it. Eddie’s in love with Steve, and he just wants to be loved back.

“More fingers?” Steve asks, sliding a third in with the other two.

The stretch hurts for just a second and then eases into something pleasurable when Steve starts rubbing his fingertips inside him.

Eddie gasps, nods. His eyes slip shut, and he breathes, “Yeah. Yeah, good, Steve. That’s great.”

Steve hums in response, something low and rough, close. And then Steve’s lips are pressing to his chin, and Eddie lifts a hand to cup Steve’s jaw because yes, more, please, and he tilts Steve’s chin, tilting him so their lips can slot together.

And Eddie’s never kissed anyone in his life, might be doing it all wrong, but now he’s kissing Steve Harrington, and the world isn’t ending, so he might be doing okay, afterall. Steve’s fingers move in and out of him at the same pace their lips slide against each other, and it’s all so good, and it’s almost enough. It’s almost enough and Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s chin and starts to touch himself, working his fingers slowly over his dick like Steve told him earlier, and he’s getting close, he thinks. He’s going to get there.

Steve’s fingers stop, he pulls back. Eddie stops his own hand, slowly opens his eyes to look at Steve.

“Is it okay if I take my shorts off?” Steve asks softly.

Eddie nods because yeah, of course. It’s only fair.

Steve slips out of bed, leaving Eddie alone for just a few agonizing seconds. He drops his shorts and briefs to the ground, and steps out of them, his cock slapping against his stomach as it springs free.

“Christ,” Eddie breathes. He wants it inside him, thinks it might break him in two.

“Don’t feel like you have to touch me, or anything,” Steve says, crawling back into bed and taking up his previous position. “This is about you, yeah? Helping you out. Don’t worry about me, alright? Just feel like I’m losing circulation if I keep those on.”

“Hey Steve?” Eddie says.

“Mhm?”

“Shut up, please.”

Steve laughs, pressing his nose into Eddie’s neck. “Which part?”

“Can I? Touch you?” Eddie asks. He wants to. Doesn’t even know why Steve would say he doesn’t have to. “It would probably be mutually beneficial.”

“Mutually beneficial, huh?” Steve repeats. He tugs Eddie’s leg up again, pressing his fingers back inside.

His cock brushes against Eddie’s thigh, wet at the tip where it touches him.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. Summoning all his bravery, he adds, “I mean, surely giving a friend a hand could extend to, uh, more.”

“You mean…?”

“Don’t make me say it,” Eddie whines. He doesn’t want to be the one to put it out there because if Steve doesn’t want that, if he doesn’t wanna go that far, then what? Sure Steve’s gay, or whatever he is, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to go all the way with someone like Eddie.

“I really think I need you to, baby, because what I want and what you want might be completely different things, and I need to know—”

“What do you want?”

“I… Want to make you feel good,” Steve says. “I want to fuck you until you can’t think of anything else.”

Eddie moans, turns his head to catch Steve’s lips in another kiss.

“I want that,” Eddie says. “I think that would get me there.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods.

“You have condoms, baby?” Steve asks.

And, fuck, no he doesn’t. He did before his room got swallowed up, but he never got a chance to use them before they expired and got lost to the Upside Down. No, he doesn’t, but—

“No, but I mean, you were telling me you got tested just a couple weeks ago, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugs. “I guess I did tell you that.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, and I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Yeah, but Eddie—”

“I can’t get pregnant,” Eddie says before Steve can bring it up. “So don’t even worry about that. I’m, like, completely obliterated in there. Bats took my ovaries, man.”

“Well, that’s… Lucky?”

Eddie barks a laugh. “That’s one way to put it, yeah.”

Steve laughs too, pressing his face to Eddie’s chest as he moves over him. He gets up, fits himself back between Eddie’s legs.

“I do, um,” Eddie says. He opens up his nightstand drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lube. He hands it over to Steve.

“You have lube but no condoms?” Steve asks, looking down at the bottle.

“Don’t even—” Eddie starts. He shakes his head. “I was in Indy a few weeks ago getting a tattoo from my friend, you know, because he has a little operation going on in his apartment, you remember, it’s the one I got on my leg? Yeah, well, he had lube in his bathroom in his apartment, so.”

“So you took it? Why?”

“I don’t know, man!” Eddie huffs. “The idea of walking into a sex shop and buying it, like, makes my skin crawl a little bit, and they don’t fucking sell it at Melvald’s, and I thought, maybe if I tried something new, I’d be able to get off, but like I showed you, I can barely fucking finger myself, and I dont have anything to—”

“Okay, okay,” Steve whispers. Soothes him with a gentle touch to his stomach.

Eddie falls silent, lets himself settle under Steve’s touch. He’s getting worked up, a bit overwhelmed. He’s so desperate to get off, it feels like he’s vibrating with arousal. He doesn’t need to be interrogated about stealing lube from his buddy’s apartment. Not that Steve’s doing that it’s just—

“You’re okay,” Steve says.

Eddie nods. Yeah, he’s okay.

“I’m going to finger you a little more, okay? Can you be good for me? Let me take care of you?”

Eddie doesn’t know why that does it for him, doesn’t know why he’s so willing to let Steve just do whatever the hell he wants just as long as Steve keeps being so sweet with him. The thing is, he just feels so safe with Steve in a way he never thought he could with anyone.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.

“Good boy,” Steve says. He pushes two lubed fingers into Eddie, sliding so much easier than before.

Eddie moans, cock twitching from the words and from the fingers. Steve rubs his thumb over it and Eddie thinks he might die. He might just drop dead right here because he feels good and no one’s ever touched him before and it’s so much. It’s so much, so much more than when he does it himself, and he needs more, he needs so much more.

He needs too much.

Steve works three fingers in and out of him, leaning over so he can press a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. It’s intimate, something secret and warm between the two of them. Eddie knows this isn’t just something friends do, he knows that, and he can see it, he thinks, when Steve pulls away, that they’re both on the same page.

He hopes they’re both on the same page.

“You ready, Eddie?” Steve asks, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. He pulls his fingers out and searches the sheets for the discarded bottle of lube.

Eddie nods, spreads his legs even more. He winces when his hip turns too far, and then Steve is there, gripping him gently, and turning him onto his side. Big hands, strong muscles, moving Eddie with so much ease.

“This’ll be more comfortable,” Steve tells him, fitting behind Eddie.

His chest presses to Eddie’s back, the lengths of their bodies touching, sticky with sweat, heated with arousal. Eddie can feel Steve’s cock against him, hot and hard, pressing between his asscheeks, sliding up against the small of his back.

Steve reaches between their bodies, lifts Eddie’s leg, slides it forward until Eddie knows his cunt is on display. Steve sets Eddie’s leg down on the mattress, and then Eddie feels the wet head of Steve’s cock slide against him, right where he needs it most, and this is it, he thinks.

He’s stretched open as Steve pushes in, the fingering and all the lube helping. Steve takes his time, working just the tip of his cock into Eddie’s dripping cunt, letting it pop in before he pulls back out again. Eddie hears him add more lube, and then Steve pushes in deeper on the next try, forcing a moan from Eddie’s lips.

He turns his face toward his pillow, takes the fabric between his teeth and clamps down to muffle the sounds falling out of him. It’s good, feeling Steve against him, it’s so good feeling him inside, knowing he’s taking his time because Eddie’s never done this before.

Steve Harrington is fucking sweet, and he’s fucking Eddie so sweetly, and Eddie wants to keep him. He wants to keep him for as long as he fucking can.

“You okay, baby?” Steve whispers, sliding his arm around Eddie’s waist.

“Mhm,” Eddie hums, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Doesn’t hurt, or anything?”

“No, no,” Eddie says, lifting his head and turning it. He can just turn his head enough to see Steve over his shoulder, to see the way his hair is sticking to his forehead, sweaty and damp. He can see the way his lips part as he breathes, little rapid puffs like he might be just as affected as Eddie is. “I’m so good, Stevie. Please keep going.”

“You’ll tell me if you need to stop,” Steve says, no room for argument.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell you,” Eddie pants.

Steve pulls out until just the head is left inside Eddie and then he slides all the way in, pressing so deep Eddie thinks he might die in the best way. He feels it, feels how hot and thick and hard Steve is, feels him everywhere.

He slides in and out, never leaving Eddie’s body more than a couple inches before pressing back in impossibly deep. He slides so easily, hitting Eddie in all the spots that make him tremble. He’s being loud, he knows he is, and he almost, almost feels bad for his neighbors who have to hear it, but he also doesn’t really give a fuck.

He feels too good to give a fuck about anything other than Steve fucking him just right, a hand settled over his stomach and pressing down, holding him so close.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive, hm?” Steve comments, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder. His hand on his stomach moves, slides down until it’s between Eddie’s legs.

His fingers graze over Eddie’s cock, featherlight and Eddie tenses up, a loud moan breaking free.

“More,” Eddie demands. “Please, Stevie, need more.”

“You beg so nicely,” Steve murmurs, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s neck. “I can give you more, baby. You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie pants. “I’ve been so patient, baby, please touch me.”

Steve does, working Eddie’s cock in time with his thrusts. It’s so much, so good, the dual sensations inside and out of Eddie’s body, spreading like wildfire through his limbs and in his core.

It takes him a second to understand what exactly that means, the warmth in his gut that he hasn’t felt in so fucking long.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve whispers. His hand works faster. “Good boy. I can feel you, angel, can you feel that? Tightening around me so hard, oh, fuck, Eddie. You close?”

“Yeah,” Eddie gasps, the word punching out of him as he rocks himself against Steve’s hand and on his cock. He’s so close, so much closer than he’s gotten on his own in months, and it’s different than he’s ever felt.

He gets right up to the edge, about to tip over and Steve doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking him through it, working him like his life depends on it, and Eddie might be screaming, but it doesn’t fucking matter. Not when he feels like this, like he’s on fire in the best way possible.

Eddie thinks he definitely dies and goes to Heaven when he cums. It’s too much, too powerful, ripping through his entire body and crashing over him. He clenches down so hard on Steve’s cock that he feels it slip right out of him, leaving him with just the hand on his cock, working him over and over speeding up, never relenting. He bucks his hips up into Steve’s hand, grinds himself against it as he gasps and cries out.

His pussy throbs long after he’s done, tingles with the aftershocks. His heart rate returns to normal and he’s left with this bone deep satisfaction. He’s never felt this sated in his life, has never felt this — complete.

“Christ, man,” Steve huffs. “You needed that.”

Eddie nods, cranes his neck so he can see Steve, so he can bring him in for a kiss over his shoulder. Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss, wet with spit, uncoordinated on Eddie’s part because he does not have control over his body anymore, that’s for sure.

“You didn’t cum,” Eddie pants when Steve pulls away.

“That’s okay, sweet boy,” Steve murmurs, and Eddie doesn’t want to dissect what that does to him. Doesn’t have enough of a coherent thought after coming his brain out to feel anything other than warmth over it. “This was about you, yeah? You needed some help, and you were so good.”

“Want you to,” Eddie says. “Want you to feel good, too, baby.”

Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, eyes slipping shut. He nods. “I did. I do feel good, Eddie. Helping you? That makes me feel good.”

“Steve,” Eddie whispers. “I want you to cum inside me. I’ve been good, right?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you’re so good,” Steve tells him. “But you just came really hard, man. I don’t want to hurt you if you’re sore.”

“Stevie,” Eddie sighs. “We established I like a little pain, right?”

Steve nods, takes a deep breath. “Okay, yeah. If you’re sure.”

Eddie reaches down between his legs and guides Steve’s cock back to his hole. He feels it catch, pop just inside, and he whines, angling his hips so Steve can slide back in.

Steve’s arm settles around his waist again as he rocks into Eddie, trying to get enough leverage to fuck into him faster.

“Hold on,” Eddie whispers.

Steve stops, face buried into the back of Eddie’s neck, panting into his skin.

“Wanna—” Eddie starts. He doesn’t know if he should ask, if it’s too much, if it means too much, but he realizes he wants it desperately. Wants— “Wanna see your face, baby. When you cum in me, I wanna—”

And then Steve is pulling out and grabbing Eddie by the hips, moving him until he’s on his back with his legs spread, and Steve fits himself in between them, and pushes back inside. He bends over Eddie, quickly thrusting into him, grinding deep as he presses kiss after kiss to Eddie’s lips.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to slam deep, so deep Eddie thinks he might break, and shake apart over him. He kisses him, lips slack as moans fall between them. Eddie drinks them down, holds Steve tight as he cums hard inside him.

And then Steve slumps against him, cock still pulsing and twitching inside him, and Eddie can feel the added wetness of Steve’s cum, can feel it leak out with each twitch of Steve’s hips.

Eddie locks his ankles behind Steve’s back, thighs squeezing his sides, and holds him there.

“Stay inside,” Eddie whispers.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, shaking but easy. So soft and so sweet.

He’s still shaking, just resting against Eddie as they try to breathe together.

“You okay, Harrington?” Eddie whispers. He runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, over the scars that match Eddie’s.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Steve whispers, muffled into Eddie’s collar bone.

Eddie’s hands still, he freezes. Still blanketed under Steve’s trembling body, Eddie takes a deep, shaking breath.

“Pussy was that good, huh?” he jokes. Because there’s no way Steve meant that. There’s no way he even said it, nah, Eddie’s just hearing things.

Hearing things he wants to hear.

“No,” Steve says. He lifts his head. “I mean, yeah. Your pussy’s great, man, but no, that’s not — I just had to tell you, okay? It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but you know, I have to be honest because we just… did all that, and it would be wrong for me to not tell you.”

“After we—” Eddie starts, but then all the words catch right up to his brain and he pulls Steve in for another kiss, so heated and full of all the words Eddie wants to say back.

Steve’s still inside him, still covering him with his body. It’s so hot in the room, and Eddie feels gross, but none of that matters because Eddie may feel gross, but he’s loved. Loved in a way he never has been, and that’s—

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie laughs. He thinks he might start to cry, thinks he might be already. “I mean, hell, I think I’ve been in love with you since, like, middle school, so there’s that.”

“You didn’t even know me,” Steve points out.

“Didn’t need to. Knew you were pretty,” Eddie whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “What about you? When did this revelation hit you?”

“At Reefer Rick’s,” Steve answers immediately.

“Oh yeah? Which time?”

“The first time, man. When you had that bottle pressed to my throat. Fuck, all I could think was that you were wild. Wild, but scared, man. Like an animal that shouldn’t be caged, I don’t know.”

“What the fuck, Steve? You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this the whole time?” Eddie jokes.

Steve shrugs. “Didn’t wanna scare you off. You, uh, you’re doing better now, than you were then, and even just, a few weeks ago, you know? And if I would’ve—”

“I would’ve ran,” Eddie realizes.

Steve shrugs. “I would’ve waited longer, you know. Just, you were lying there in nothing but a pair of fucking cut off shorts, squirming, man. You were squirming and whining, and fuck, you would’ve seen how hard I was if I didn’t say something first to beat you to the punch.”

Eddie laughs. “Can’t believe I got you that worked up.”

“You’re a fucking dream, Eddie Munson,” Steve says. “And I don’t wanna wake up from this one.”

And it’s fucking cheesy, it’s so fucking cheesy, but Eddie finds himself smiling, his grin overtaking his whole face. He can’t stop it, can’t contain it, doesn’t fucking want to.

“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Eddie teases.

“Did that actually work?” Steve asks, his grin matching Eddie’s.

“Consider me swept, Harrington,” Eddie says with a wink. “My feet are thoroughly off the ground.”

Steve kisses him again, and he moves them, slipping out of Eddie’s messy cunt, but not letting him go, not going far. He grabs the joint and the lighter off Eddie’s nightstand and lights it up again, taking a hit before passing it over to Eddie. They lay on their sides facing each other, Steve’s arm slung over Eddie’s waist.

“Hoping to get me horny again?” Eddie asks as he brings the joint to his lips.

Steve laughs, ducking his head to hide himself in Eddie’s neck. “I’m hoping I’d get a second round without it, but hey, if it works, it works.”

“Don’t worry, baby, you can have as many rounds as you want,” Eddie promises.

Something has definitely changed between them, but strangely, as Eddie lays in his bed beside Steve, smoking the rest of the joint they were working through earlier, it feels like nothing’s changed at all. They’ve been in love with each other this whole time, been living in each other’s pockets for the entire summer. Steve’s seen Eddie naked before, he’s helped him bathe, helped him change his bandages, helped him brush his hair, and makes sure he’s eating.

All these acts of kindness have never been because they’re just friends, and Eddie knows that now, and he thinks he knew that before, too. He kisses the top of Steve’s head, noses against his sweat damp hair, and holds him closer.

Soon they’ll have to get up and clean up, to wash away the evidence of what they just did, and they’ll get in the shower together, not for the first time, but for the first time when they both know what it means, and Eddie will hold Steve close, and he’ll ask Steve to call him angel and sweet boy, and—

They’ll clean up later.

Now, though, he whispers a quiet, “Yeah, I love you,” and holds him tight, and hears the same three words whispered back.

ao3

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[trashheath3n]

Modern trans Steddie Au where his parents just leave him with a credit card cuz they don’t want to take care of him and one day they see a $10k charge on their account and he’s like “lol new car” but he actually got top surgery

A couple months later they get a $5k charge and Steve’s like “new car broke down” but he’s actually just paid for half of Eddie’s top surgery (cuz Eddie would never let him pay for it all but even he can admit $10k would take him too long to save)

#gay #cute #stranger things #t4t #st #steve x eddie #steve harrington #Steve #trans #lgbt #eddie munson #modern #modern au #t4t mlm #ftm t4t #steddie #t4t love #t4t steddie

[tomurderornottomurder]

any other way; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x ftm reader

summ. strangers to friends to lovers w/ eddie munson n ftm reader.

gen. fluff mostly, angst

tw. swearing, dated language regarding lgbt topics (it's not much), reader refers to self as a woman once, internalized transphobia, implied homophobia, reader implied to be stealth

wc. 2.5k

note. i love this greasy little freak

- if you're not already into the music he's into, he will introduce you to it. if you are though he's like "you're so cool, babe." even before you start dating

- you're both big ol nerds but while you're quiet he's quite the loud mouth

- aka he, the extrovert, adopts you, the introvert, kind of

- he sees you sitting alone at lunch and practically swoops you up. he comes over and introduces himself with the offer of his hand before coming to your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. he invites you over to his table before leading you over.

- all the hellfire kids are super welcoming and though you're quiet, they don't mind. they joke around with you like you've always been one of them :')

- plus eddie has you sit by him to check on you

- adding on to that, after you guys are more comfortable he touches you a lot like squeezing your shoulder and stuff to make sure you're good and just cause he needs to touch you all the time

- very touchy feely dude

- anyway back to the plot ish,, he really wants you to join hellfire. he brings it up whenever he can. he really likes you and he loves DnD so naturally he wants his fav person to like his favorite thing

- when u finally give in he's so happy!! like dancing around n shit like he was when chrissy recognized him :)) god he's so cute

- he'll even twirl u around n shit he's fucking adorable

- so, now that he's convinced you, you guys meet after school to fill out character sheets, come up with ur character, and for him to shamelessly flirt (not that he doesn't do that all the time already)

- dude is so fucking hyped and he really enjoys explaining everything to you, he gets a real kick out of it

- every question you have is answered and in probably more detail than you need tbh

- honestly, besides him just being fixated on DnD, he wants to spend more time with you so he goes on and on

- then you're late and he's like you wanna ride back? 👀

- you take him up on his offer and he tries not to be too obvious about it but he plays his favorite songs and is watching you to gauge your reaction

- man nearly crashes but he's good (?) at being distracted while driving

- you make it home in one piece and eddie bids you farewell, watching you to make sure you get inside safe before driving back the lonely drive to his house

- this man loves to shred on his guitar for you, does it to impress you too. it's really cute, he'll get all hyped up and be on his knees, leaning back as he does a solo or honestly just to make you laugh

- your laugh is his favorite thing in the world <3

- he LOVES making you laugh, man. he will go out of his way to get you to laugh because everyone at school already thinks he's a freak so what's the harm? (especially if it charms you)

- dude is a sucker for your approval which isn't like him when it comes to anyone else

- he's always trying to learn more about you, especially since you're quiet

- randomly asks about your interests all the time

- okay so you've joined hellfire, right? and have spent some time with eddie and on your own creating your character and familiarizing yourself with everything

- well guess what happens now,, you get the hellfire t-shirt!!!

- it does something to eddie everytime he sees you wearing it 👀

- he's a little upset though that you usually wear layers over it :( but when you see him on a DnD night as you walk into school or something, you'll pull up the rest of your layers to show it to him and he just cheeses so hard

- god, if you've never seen heart eyes irl before when you do that you have

- also he notices how you're always dressed in layers even if it's ninety degrees but he just attributes it to keeping with your style cause he'll do the same

- once while hanging out with him after hellfire, he notices you're actually talking and kind of a lot or at least more than usual

- it clicks in his head after about the third time you do this alone with him, that you're comfortable with him

- man literally almost weeps

- one time you're actually joking around with him and tell him he has stubby fingers. he looks so shocked and can't even come up with a comeback. he enjoys this side of you.

- also makes him wonder why you'd even notice that 👀 but he never says anything

- okay so whether you smoke or not he'll invite you to smoke sessions but also!! will not pressure you to go if you don't wanna :)

- "it's cool, man. you don't wanna smoke, you don't wanna smoke." he shrugs nonchalantly.

- he runs into you a lot while you're out walking your dog. eddie loves animals but he's also a bit terrified of them. so when your dog barks at him he's like it's not gonna kill me, right?

- you laugh at him and introduce him to your dog and his rocker-boy attitude instantly melts away. he's talking in a high pitch baby voice and everything.

- he often joins you on your walks. you talk about everything and nothing. he also notices that you're not dressed in so many layers and you're constantly fidgeting with your shirt.

- you two start talking a lot and hanging out a whole lot. after some time, you guys just kinda get together. like it literally just happens

- but a couple weeks in it hits you that you still haven't told him yet and it wasn't that you didn't want to, no, it's just so fucking hard. you don't wanna lose eddie.

- you try to ignore it for a while n pretend you're cis and everything is fine but it's not and eddie can tell. he doesn't know how to broach the subject and hopes you'll bring it up first

- when you do get the courage up to tell him, he comes home to find you sitting anxiously on his couch. you ask him to talk and he of course says yes.

- "eddie, please remember i love you,"

- it sounds like you're going to break up with him and eddie starts to feel sick.

- "so please," you practically beg as you look at him with soft eyes, "don't hate me after i tell you this."

- eddie can't stop the churning in his stomach, are you really about to break up with him?

- "i'm a transsexual."

- well that's not what he was expecting to hear

- "i was born a woman but i'm a man. and i love you, eddie," you feel like you have to add that in since you're dealing such a big blow. "i hope this doesn't change things between us," you continue on shakily, playing with your hands as well. "i still wanna be with you but i thought you should know." you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment expecting him to maybe hit you or something but all that hits you are his words

- "i love you, too, y/n, no matter what."

- that's like a jolt of electricity to your heart. you jump up and wrap your arms around eddie in a tight hug, head resting against his chest, and eyes squeezed closed. tears spill silently as you hold onto eddie for dear life.

- eddie wraps his arms back around you and kisses your head. "i could never hate you, sweetheart. never," he finalizes with another kiss to the top of your head.

- it's the 80s and trans ppl especially ftm ppl aren't really known about or are grouped together with gay ppl so you'll have to explain a bit further to eddie but he's very understanding and supportive

- (i personally, headcanon him as trans but anyway)

- he becomes a bit more gentle with you after this, not because you're trans or anything he just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :')

- much like steve with robin, he keeps the fact that you're trans to himself (as he should). he knows it's your right to tell people and not his, plus he would never want to risk your safety.

- he's always careful with you at school and in public because as much as he likes showing you off, he wants to keep you safe. but if you're alright with it, he's practically got you hanging off his arm

- y'all are like the power couple of hellfire lmao and they're equally annoyed and supportive :) they'll fake gag when you kiss n shit but they're happy for y'all

- you two mainly hang out at eddie's trailer, random nature trails, or just out in the woods. besides just being with each other, y'all's favorite thing to do is bug steve n robin at family video. robin loves u two but also is constantly like i hate you guys lol

- oh my god, remember how i said he's touchy feely?? dude LOVES to cuddle. he lives for it.

- your head on his chest while he combs his fingers through your hair? yes, please!

- he loves it when you guys just hold each other, laying in his bed n watching whatever's on tv or a horror flick robin or steve recommended. he's also a little spoon big time idc what anyone says, man loves to be held but spooning isn't his main thing

- his favorite is when you lay on him whether it's your whole body or just your head on his chest or in his lap

- you have got to play with his hair while you're cuddling, laying, or sleeping together. honestly, even if you're just sitting around, any time really. with your hands in his hair, he's putty in your hands. literally moaned one time when you did it, hair pulling kink much?

- another perk of being eddie's bf is coming along to his shows. his bandmates love you but they always make fun of eddie when he's being all love dovey with u. several of them ask why the hell you're with eddie n will jokingly flirt and are met with smacks to the shoulder by eddie but it's all in good fun

- mmm eddie loves holding your hand. at first he's kinda self conscious cause he gets sweaty hands around you cause he gets nervous n shit but at a certain point, he doesn't care and he knows you don't either

- please hug this man

- he understands that you don't always want to with your chest and all but god when you do? he's in heaven. he loves bear hugs, squeeze him til he's paste and he'll be satisfied

- man is touch starved that's why he savors it so much and just like you, he'll be randomly averse to touch. you guys are great at checking in with each other about it (steve thinks it's so cute, he saw y'all doing it once outside family video then robin caught him being soft about it and she hasn't stopped teasing him since)

- when your dysphoria hits hard, eddie's  almost always on top of it. he knows you well and you two are harmoniously connected, so he's very aware of your discomfort. still there are times where you've got to tell him because he won't realize

- mans will wrap you up in blankets to make you comfortable and also because he loves being wrapped in blankets.

- if you're not already in his clothes - he's noticed it's something you do when dysphoric- he'll go through his drawers asking u which u want to wear and literally dresses you himself unless you're uncomfortable. but it's nice to have someone take care of you so you don't have to think about it :')

- if you're okay with it, he'll cuddle you and this is like the one time he's big spoon lol. or he'll have you face him so you can bury your face against him and he runs his hands through your hair and to kiss your head :'))

- dude, whatever and i mean anything that you need, eddie's gonna get it for you. heat pack? no problem. obscene amount of your favorite snack? he's on it! playing that song you love that he hates? only for you, baby ;)

- such a fucking dad. very attentive n great at bad jokes.

- may not be able to cook the greatest but he will do his very best for you, results are mixed.

- back to clothes sharing. he loves sharing clothes!! literally one of his love languages (cough cough, giving his vest to steve, cough cough). he adores you in his clothes and he finds it funny when he catches you taking his clothes. like he'll be strolling into his room and you look like a raccoon in trash before you stand frozen with an armful of clothes

- "what're you doing?" he asks playfully.

- "nothing," you respond before poorly hiding the clothes behind yourself.

- he just laughs and walks over to give you a kiss.

- don't think you're exempt from him stealing your clothes cause he will. and honestly you feel like he pulls them off better than you.

- at some point, you don't know which clothes are yours or his and neither does he

- omg he'll let you wear his rings and stuff and he LOVES it. he's smiling so big like a lovesick teen :))

- also if some of the rings are too big he's gonna laugh at you hehe or if they're too small and get stuck lol

- one day you two are just lying around on his bed. you're both quiet, doing your own things but together. he strums on his guitar lazily while you absentmindedly sew a patch onto the knee of a pair of his jeans which allows your mind to wander. your dog also lies with you two at the foot of eddie's bed.

- your thoughts wander from yourself to eddie and how he sees you and how he's with you. "hey, eddie," you look over at him.

- he turns and looks at you lazily but full of love. he can't help smiling just looking at you. "need somethin', sweetheart?"

- "just wondering," you look at him quickly before looking down at your hands. "why're you with me, ed?"

- he looks genuinely surprised you'd ever ask him that. he even chuckles out of disbelief, "what?" he looks you straight in the eye as he leans over a little bit. "why wouldn't i wanna be with you?" he takes your hands, squeezing them.

- you shrug, pouting your lip, and tears pricking your eyes. "i don't know. just maybe if i was cis-"

- "hey," he says sternly, squeezing your hands again to bring you back to him. "i can't imagine you any other way. and i wouldn't want to."

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