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#Eddie Munson x transmasc reader
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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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Eddie Munson x transmasc reader
Tags: smut (18+), trans male reader, lightly implied transphobia (only because it’s 1985 in Indiana, nothing outright or aggressive), (mostly) confident! Reader, desperate! Eddie, fairly neutral language regarding reader’s genitals, brief moment of insecurity due to reader’s identity, I wouldn’t say dom reader necessarily but he definitely directs most of the situations that happen here, marijuana
Note: the author (me) is a transgender man. If any one has any beef with the way reader is portrayed here, I’m sorry but as always, don’t like don’t read.
You know of Eddie Munson, but you don’t know him all that well. You know he’s a metal head, and that he plays Dungeons and Dragons. You know he sells drugs, and drives a van, and lives in the shitty end of town. You know he’s extroverted, and fun, and so fucking cute. You know that you want to get closer so badly, and you just don’t know how. You think that if you had the chance, if you could somehow make Eddie really see you, that maybe he’d like you just as much as you like him.
You see him around, and he just seems so cool. Not cool like popular people cool, cool like….like he just doesn’t care if he’s cool or not. Eddie Munson is cool in the same way that Steve Harrington is cool. Yes, you know, that thought seems like it contradicts the first one, but listen. At first, Steve Harrington was cool because he was popular. He was hot and rich and that was it. All filler, no substance. But then, Steve decided he didn’t care anymore. No, Steve Harrington didn’t give a fuck about being king of Hawkins. He started hanging out with middle schoolers, and that girl from band (who’s totally a lesbian, but that’s neither here nor there). The point is, Steve Harrington became actually cool because he stopped giving a shit about everything except for the shit that mattered to him. Eddie Munson is the same way. He’s cool because he doesn’t care about the shit that small town morons think people should care about. Eddie cares about the shit that he thinks is important, and doesn’t give a fuck about the rest. And that makes him cool.
Maybe it’s like, actually insane of you to piece all of that together. You’ve never had a conversation with Steve Harrington, ever. You’ve talked to Eddie like five times, probably. You’ve talked to the marching band lesbian more than both of them combined. Maybe that makes you super fucking weird. You prefer to think that you’re just incredibly observant. None of this is really the point right now, however.
The point is, currently, that you haven’t totally figured out yet is how Eddie Munson earned the title of town freak. Like, sure, being a D&D playing metal-head in Nowhere, America wasn’t exactly a ticket to popularity, but the way people talked about him seemed a little aggressive for it to be just about his interests. Or…maybe his ‘interests’ are exactly the issue? A guy can dream, anyways.
The point is, you have a plan, and that plan is to buy drugs. It’s totally fool-proof. You’ve smoked plenty of weed, but you’ve always mooched off other people at parties, which means you have no fucking clue how to roll a joint, or pack a bowl, or any of that shit. And Eddie sells weed. It’ll give you something to talk about. Good bonding method. Probably. So you’ll just go to Eddie’s trailer, buy drugs, tell him you don’t know how to do jack shit, then he’ll invite you in. Hopefully. Maybe.
Jesus Christ.
Here’s the thing:
You’re a boy. A man, even. And your running theory is that Eddie Munson is gay. Partially because you really want him to be gay, and also because your gaydar says so. Your gaydar might be biased. Who’s to say, really.
But you’re a man, and Eddie is a man, and you like men, and hopefully Eddie likes men. Two plus two plus two is six. But…Eddie might not, enjoy, per say, the kind of man you are. Eddie is a good guy, if he rejects you, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Freaks and weirdos have an unspoken code like that, just like how band kids and theater kids have an unspoken alliance. But, you’re going to be incredibly realistic about the entire situation: you are in the American Midwest in 1985. You’re doing something terribly risky because you’re, what, horny? You’re going to possibly out yourself because you have an unquenchable thirst for Eddie Munson’s cock?
You need to stop spiraling, because you’re already at his trailer. It’s a quick walk, because you also live in the shitty part of town. Alright, okay, cool, let’s do it. One, two, three, knock.
“Uh, hey man. Can I help you?”
Your mouth goes dry, unlike other parts of you. He’s wearing a cropped band tee-shirt and plaid pajama pants. He looks so warm and soft, it makes you want to shove your hands in his pants.
“Oh, hey, I was, uh, wondering if I could buy off you? I’m sorry if I woke you up,” You say, trying not to stare at the trail of hair on his stomach. You are not successful.
“Oh, yeah man, come on in,” Eddie wanders back into his trailer, and you follow to what you assume is his bedroom. It’s pretty much exactly what you thought his bedroom would look like, covered in band posters and random shit. Looks a lot like your room, actually.
“So I’ve got a few pre rolls, and like, two grams around here somewhere,” Eddie calls out, rooting around for something under his bed. You don’t stare at his ass. You don’t.
“Maybe like, four pre rolls? I don’t know how to roll a joint or pack a bowl, so those would probably be best,” You chuckle, mostly to yourself. You figure that neither of those things are that hard to learn how to do, probably, but you’re also kind of a moron, so. Better safe than sorry. Eddie shoves himself out from under his bed.
“You don’t know how to roll a joint? Or pack a bowl? You’ve smoked weed before, right?” He’s on his knees, staring up at you, wide-eyed. It’s….certainly an image. Down boy. You rub the back of your neck and glance off to the side. There’s a sticky note with a pen drawing of what appears to be Slash, thumbtacked to the wall. He’s so fucking cute.
“I’ve actually smoked a ton of weed, but I’m kind of a mooch. You know, I always get passed the blunt at parties, shit like that, but I’ve never really smoked on my own time,” You admit. Eddie laughs, low and hoarse.
“That’s so sleazy of you, pretty boy. Wanna smoke right now?” He says, plopping himself down on his bed.
Pretty boy.
Lord, strike me down.
“Sure, if it’s not like, inconvenient or anything? I’ll still pay,” You sit down next to him, not too close. You end up too close anyways, because you can smell him. God, you might actually die. He leans over to his bedside table and rummages around for something.
“Not inconvenient at all, sweet boy,”
You swallow hard. It’s not typical straight dude behavior to call a guy pet names, right?
He pulls out a joint, a lighter, and an ashtray.
“Just one joint?” You laugh. He smiles right back.
“What, you’re not cool with sharing?” He puts the joint between his lips. You quickly look away. Don’t fucking stare.
“I don’t know where your mouth has been, Munson,” You lean back on your palms and stare absentmindedly at the ceiling while Eddie lights the joint.
“Mhm, you never know with guys like me,” He hands you the joint. He’s closer than before. Maybe you’re hallucinating.
“Yeah? What’s a guy like you? Metalheads?” You’re not even sure if that sentence made sense. You feel like everything is spiraling out of control, and nothing is really even happening. You hit the joint. Being high could make everything better. Or like, a thousand times worse.
“Nah, freaks,”
“And what exactly makes you a freak? I never really understood that,” You admit, studying the joint between your fingertips. You’ve always done that when you smoke. You take a hit, then stare at the joint like you’re a scientist and it’s your specimen. Like, hmm, yes, this marijuana is the finest in Indiana, I shall add it to my collection. God, you’re so fucking weird.
“Oh, well, you know, just the typical shit. My hair is too long and my jeans are too ripped and I play children’s games and listen to Satan worshiping music,” Eddie laughs, but it sounds forced and nervous. You hand the joint back to him.
“Nah, I don’t buy it,” You say casually. So casual. So fucking normal and casual. Several expressions quickly flash over Eddie’s face. He settles on suspicion.
“Don’t buy what?”
“I don’t buy that that’s the shit that makes you a freak. Are you secretly a werewolf? Or like, into crazy BDSM stuff? I saw those handcuffs, Munson. Hanging them on the wall like a decoration? Brave,” Eddie honest to god giggles at that. You give him a lopsided grin.
“It’s alright Eddie, I’m a freak too, probably,” you’re doing it, you crazy, brave moron. You’re taking the leap.
“Hmm? And why’s that?” Eddie puts the half smoked joint on the ashtray. Oh, he’s definitely closer now. He turns, sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing you.
“A lot of reasons. Liking boys is one of the big ones, but no one knows that,” you are so fucking stupid. You glance at Eddie while your heart attempts to escape your body via your esophagus. He’s just staring, big brown eyes wide as hell. He leans in closer. God, why is he so close?
“You like boys? You…like like boys?” Eddie whispers. You nod. He smiles, eyes a little watery.
“Me too,” He says softly. You just sit there, smiling at each other like two idiots.
“Cool,” You say softly. Eddie’s staring at you like he’s never really seen you before. Maybe he hasn’t, not like this. Maybe he’s never met another queer person. His eyes are so big, and dark, you feel like you could fall in and drown. He leans impossibly closer, and his hand brushes yours. You let out a strangled sort of noise. Smooth, real smooth.
“I just-“ Eddie cuts himself off. You knock your shoulder against his. Time to finish your leap of faith.
“Eddie, I’m going to be really super honest with you right now. I’m into you, like a lot. I don’t want you to feel, like, obligated, because there’s probably not a lot of other gay guys in Hawkins, but…yeah. Now you know,” You finish lamely. God, why do you keep alternating between weirdly confident and stupidly nervous? Eddie tugs at a strand of his hair, and covers your hand with his.
“I’m not feeling…obligated. I’m also into you. Like, so much it’s probably weird. I’m probably being weird,” He seems like he’s about to start nervous word vomiting, like Robin from marching band. You turn so you’re fully facing him. His face is very, very red, and he seems like he desperately wants to look at you but also absolutely can not make eye contact.
“You like me? I honestly didn’t know if you knew who I was, other than someone who wanted to buy drugs from you,” Eddie shook his head vigorously at your words, his hair bouncing everywhere.
“No man, I noticed you. You just always seemed so cool, like, you knew you weren’t popular and you just didn’t care. Like, that kinda shit doesn’t even matter to you. I dunno, I kinda always wished I was more like that. More like you,” Eddie’s really close now. You adjust the way you’re sitting, moving so your legs are crossed. Your knees touch his.
“You want to be like me?” You ask. Eddie nods.
“Yeah, pretty boy. I just think you’re cool,” His nervous fingers twist his rings. You wish you had something to anxiously fiddle with, too. You decide to pick at a rip in your jeans.
It’s definitely not your imagination. There’s tension, something alive in the space between you and Eddie. All of a sudden, like a switch was flipped. You’ve taken all the leaps, and stuck every landing so far. Your chances are pretty good, it seems. Another leap. Leap leap leap.
You crawl forward, and sit yourself down right in his lap.
Eddie looks up at you, all big brown puppy dog eyes. His hands hover over your thighs, like he has no idea what to do with them.
“Is this alright?” You ask.
“So fucking alright,” Eddie mumbles, and he’s kissing you, Christ, he’s fucking kissing you.
It’s like a dam has broken between you. It’s teeth and tongue and saliva, and you just can’t get close enough to him. His tongue is in your mouth, and fuck, having any part of him inside of you is nearly enough to make you cum in your jeans. He’s gripping your thighs now, and god, those rings.
His hands slide further, gripping your ass. He hauls you closer, so you’re literally sitting on his cock. You can feel the hot press of it through his pajamas.
“Eddie…” You start. Christ, you want it. You want him, so badly it hurts. You ache.
“Mhm?” Eddie hums, and begins to kiss down your throat.
You’ve done a pretty great job at navigating this whole encounter so far, but now that you’re here, your insecurities are getting the best of you. Well, maybe not insecurities, per say, but weird internalized shit. Whatever, you’ll save it for therapy, but for now:
“You, er, maybe don’t- uh…..you probably don’t want to have sex with me. Not that I’m assuming that we were going to have sex,” You blurt out. So cool, so smooth. Moron.
“Huh?” Eddie already looks throughly fucked. His cheeks are red and his hair is wild, and he’s so beautiful.
“I..you like men. You’re attracted to men. And like, I’m…absolutely a man, but maybe….not quite the kind of man you’d sleep with,” You cringe internally. Way to be clear and concise. Eddie cocks his head to the side like a puppy.
“I’m not following,” He grips your waist. Focus, please.
“I have a vagina,” Brillant. Awesome. Foot, meet mouth. Eddie just stares.
“Okay?” He makes a face that you hope means I don’t understand why we stopped kissing, let’s keep doing that.
“So…I don’t have a dick,” You stare back at him. Being transgender in the Midwest in 1985 equips you with a certain sense of realism, which means you know that typically the best outcome of people finding out that you’re trans is that they don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Even the gays don’t always know shit about gender. You’re shooting in the dark, here. Eddie pets your hair.
“Man, I don’t care. You’re a dude, I see you as a dude. I like men, you like men, we’re all gay men here. Right?” Eddie says, like it’s the easiest shit in the world. You look at him, stunned.
“God, I’m going to fuck you,” You more-or-less throw yourself at him. It’s not your fault that basic human decency turns you on.
Eddie flips you both, so he’s on top of you. You’re trapped between his body and his bed, surrounded by him and his clothes and his scent and everything is Eddie Eddie Eddie.
You pull at each other’s clothing urgently. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this, wild and desperate. You’re both down to your boxers, and Eddie’s grinding against you like he aches for it. He sneaks a hand under your ass, pulling you against him even more.
“I need to be inside you, please, please, let me,” Eddie is breathless, face against your neck. It’s kind of cute, how desperate he is. It’s not like you can judge, you’re just as hard-up.
“Please Eddie, c’mon,” Eddie shoves your boxers down around your ankles, then his. He holds himself over you, and his arms shake.
“How…how do you want this to go?” He asks you. You push him on his back and slide into his lap. You hover, on your knees, over his stiff cock. It’s flushed and dripping, and you fucking need it.
“Alright, sweet boy, lemme grab a condom,” Christ, with the nicknames again. He quickly snatches a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside table and makes quick work of putting it on, and slicking himself up. You reach behind, and steady his cock as you slowly sink down.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie whimpers into your chest. You settle yourself into his lap, his cock fully seated inside you. This is what dreams are motherfucking made of.
“You okay, Eds?” You cup his cheek with your palm. You didn’t know that he’d be like this, that you haven’t even begun to move and he’s already this drunk on sex. He nods sheepishly, and thrusts shallowly.
“You’re just so fucking wet, and tight,” He runs his hands up and down your back, your thighs, your ass, like he has no clue what to do with them.
“C’mon big guy, fuck me like you mean it,” You chuckle. Eddie nods, like the good boy he is. He wraps his arms around you, and begins to fuck in to you, hard and wet. He lets out a plethora of noises, a goddamn symphony of moans and hums and gasps and choked-off little laughs. Fuck, he fills you up perfectly, like God carved out a space inside of you that was meant just for him. Pleasure rolls through you in waves. You were never particularly noisy during sex, but Eddie evidently knows exactly how to get you to gasp and moan.
“Please, fuck, I wanna- shit,” Eddie stumbles over his words, like his thoughts are all jumbled up. You have to admit, your brain is pretty scrambled too.
“Whaddya want Eddie?” You ask. He slows his thrusts and looks up at you.
“I just wanna- this,” He says, and he throws you both forward so he’s on top of you. He hikes your legs up around his waist and pumps into you with wild abandon.
“Jesus Christ,” He mumbles. You grin.
“No, just my name is fine,” You snark. He chuckles, and fists the sheets next to your head.
“God, fuck, I think I’m about to cum,” Eddie pants, rhythm faltering.
“Same,” you admit. You can feel it rising in you with each of Eddie’s thrusts, the slick drag of his cock hot like a brand inside you. You feel like a cup of warm tea filled to the brim, ready to spill. You feel like you’re under a warm blanket on a cold winter night. You feel sloppy and wet and like every second feels impossibly better than the last.
And then you cum around Eddie’s cock.
It’s like stars exploding. Supernova. It’s like a lot of things, and you can’t think of any of them because you are transcending time and space.
“God, fuck, you just creamed on my cock, holy shit, oh fuck-“ Eddie bits down on where your neck and shoulder meet, and cums inside you. You wish you could feel it, but hey, safety first.
Eddie slumps off to the side, out of breath. You stare at the ceiling, body twitching and slick with sweat. You kind of wish you had a cigarette. You look over at Eddie, who, quite frankly, looks braindead.
“Hey Eds?”
“Yeah, sweet boy?”
“Next time, fuck me from behind,”
“Jesus H Christ,”
“I told you, Eddie, just my name is fine,”
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over--and-out · 2 years
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School Grades Suck
Eddie Munson x FTM Reader
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Summary: When you get your period in the middle of class, Eddie jumps at the opportunity to help his boyfriend and take care of him.
Somebody requested an ftm reader and I could use this for that ask, but I'll write something especially for that person.
Warnings: season 4 spoilers but not really, my grammar is probably shit, period cramps/period blood, bleeding when not wearing a pad, Eddie being your personal heater, he makes some sexual jokes, skipping classes, mentions of pads and tampons
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"Hey hey hey hey, babe-" Eddie rushed up to you, his leather jacket in hand instead of on his body and you flinched a bit when he popped out of nowhere.
"What's wrong, are you okay?" You were a bit concerned at his sudden outburst and appearance, confusion blooming through you.
"Yeah, I just can't resist giving you a hug-" and before you could respond, he wrapped you in a tight hug and whispered in your ear. "Yeah um baby you've got blood on the back of your pants, use my jacket to cover it. I can sneak you out of class." Your eyes widened at his words. Shit, you didn't bring a pad with you, or tampons.
Eddie went to pull away but you pulled him back close with a weak call of his name. "H-Hey, do you have any pads left in your locker?" He nodded as he pulled away a bit to fasten his jacket around your waist. He kept his voice low for privacy. "I do, but no extra clothes. Sorry." You deflated a bit until he quickly rushed his next words out. "But I can get you out of class. Just act sick, okay?" You nodded and hugged him before following him to his locker where he snuck you the pad discreetly. Hell, he even followed you to the bathroom and waited outside to make sure you were okay.
When you got to class, you did as he told you to. You acted sick, and the teacher excused you to go to the office.
From there, Eddie was able to take you home. He had you laid down in the back of his van to rest with a heating pad resting on where your cramps were. Eddie was driving reckless, but as safely as he could.
You got to his trailer quickly, and Eddie being the gentleman that he was offered to carry you to his bed but you told him you'd be able to make it on your own. He pouted but nodded, rushing inside with his chains clinking as he moved and he got his bed ready for you to rest. He was darting back and forth to get all these things, and it was a sight that made you smile when you entered the trailer. When you stepped in, without a beat he took your arm and gently pulled you to his room. "Um, lay down, keep your heat-y thingie, what do you want to eat? Drink? Anything like that?" It was adorable how frantic he was.
"Can I just have some chocolate or something warm to drink?" You asked softly and Eddie nodded.
"Chocolate, right. Would coffee work- ow-" he ran into his door and without a break he kept going. "I'll figure it out, I love you, be right back-" and with that he rushed into the kitchen. You laughed softly and laid down on the bed on your side, taking a moment to glance around his room. He had knick knacks all over his room, and you noticed how many things that he kept around so he was reminded of you.
As you moved, you felt that uncomfortable feeling and the wetness of your clothes.
Right, you needed to change.
You got up and stripped down, flattening your hand against your binder before rummaging around Eddie's drawers. You pulled out a pair of dark red boxers that were almost black, and one of his black band shirts. Eddie had come back after you had got undressed, stopping dead in his tracks and staring at you with wide brown eyes. He quickly brushed the dark mess of curls out of his face and you laughed sweetly. He was always awestruck when he saw you.
"Sweetheart, you look sexy as shit..." You blushed a bit. He was a flatterer, Eddie was. "You know, sex helps with cramps is what I've heard." He was teasing, of course. You knew Eddie. If anything, he wouldn't lay a hand on you unless you asked him to. His hands gently rested on your waist and his brows furrowed. "You should take your binder off so you can rest."
You pouted before whining, throwing your head back. Eddie offers a sympathetic smile and gently rubs your waist before kissing you. With a dramatic sigh, he presses his forehead to yours. "I know I know, but it'll help. I'll go get more chocolate for you, babe. I left some m&m's on the dresser." He left for you to finish getting dressed and you groaned.
You hated taking your binder off, especially during this time, but here you are on the bed with your face buried in Eddie's stomach as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing your back.
"Eddie? Am I going to get in trouble for skipping?"
"What? No. You said you were sick. It's not gonna matter." He popped an m&m into his mouth and continued rubbing your back. "They're not gonna question it. All you've gotta worry about is makeup work." You groaned loudly and he laughed.
"I hate makeup work. Mrs. Crane's work is the worst." Eddie laughed.
"Yeah, her class sucks. I just skip it."
"Eddie!" You yelled and he winced before looking away as if to say 'that wasn't me. I don't do that.' "You're a senior. You need to graduate, you can't just shit out on your work." Eddie groaned and leaned his head back. "I know, I know. School just sucks but I'll do it."
"You better, Eddie Munson." You gave him a small boop to his nose and he smiled softly.
"If anything, I'll do it for you. And to say fuck you to principal Higgins."
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demibats · 7 months
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eddiextransmasc reader is all i’ve ever wanted
look no further , anon !
eddie x transmasc! reader
cw: reader wearing a binder, insecure!reader, mentions of reader before coming out and socially transitioning, comfort eddie,
you’re laying in bed , listening to eddie narrate the introduction to his most recent campaign . he’s excited , laying on your chest as he adds his dramatic flourishes . he pauses between paragraphs and presses a kiss to your collarbone before setting atop your chest . under him , he feels your chest tighten as you suck in a breath .
“you want me to get off?” he asks , making sure you’re not uncomfortable .
“it’s just my binder,” you reply sheepishly , “it’s just some pressure .”
eddie cocks his head to the side, reaching out to rub a thumb over the apple of your cheek . he’s lost in thought , brows furrowed for a moment , “you can take it off . ‘s jus’ me. gotta make sure my boyfriend is comfy-cozy.” he chimes , thin and pink lips curling up into a smile .
your cheeks heat up, a bit nervous at his comment . eddie’s known since the early years of high school that you felt … different . presenting femininely was never your MO , and eddie’s initial thoughts were that it was punk rock to see a girl defy gender roles in such a patriarchy-dominate world . then when you came out to him , it made even more sense . and he’s been nothing but supportive since , but it still makes the shells of your ears red when he mentions things related to your identity .
you squeak out a small , ‘i know’ , eyes landing on his apologetic smile for a second . his touch comforts you , enough to carefully move from his bed and undress .
respectfully , he looks away from your figure , not wanting his ogling to make you insecure or uncomfortable . you lift the faded Rush shirt over your head , then fight with your binder for a few moments before it’s off . you shrug the baggy shirt back over your torso and exhale a sigh of relief .
“better?” he asks , head cocking to the side out of genuine curiosity . nodding , you slide back in bed next to him , resting your head on his chest , listening to the subtle thrum of his heartbeat .
first eddie x trans masc!reader blurb and i feel kinda proud . i’ve been through this exact same situation with my partner , and feeling accepted as i am makes me all the more happy in my identity . i hope there are some trans mascs out there that read this and know that they’re valid and loved <33
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eddieslov3 · 2 years
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First longer fic with Eddie Munson x Transmasc!reader . I just hope you will like it! In this one Eddie knows you're transmasc and is also madly in love with you, but you're oblivious. So a little sad but with a happy ending ;)! I just hope this is not stupid..
Trigger warnings: Transphobia, Homophobia, mentions of sexual actions, unprotected sex, oral, p in v, , drugs and alcohol (kinda), violence, dysphoria, unsafe binding. How to build a blunt with me (aka someone who never smoked weed). He likes to be called Master. Switch!Eddie and Switch!reader.
Its mostly fluff and sex but with a bit of plot...
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Love, Love, Eddie Munson.
You're just staring at the words on your sheet of paper, your teacher gave you, your mind wandering. Today you woke up feeling super dysphoric and because you also had trouble breathing, you decided that binding wasn't the best idea. Yet you packed the bandages in your backpack. "Y/N are you okay you look so pale" a very familiar and to you comforting voice asks.
The Munson boy is looking at you from the row infront of you. Because usually you did talk to your best friend in Class. Today wasn't one of the days you were all bubbly and talkative. He frowned when you still didn't respond. "Hey.. Y/N." He even fully turned around his chair by now. With a low hum he just stands up. "Hey Mr.B. Y/N isn't feeling well, I'll get him home" he exclaims leaving both you and the teacher confused when he grabs your backpack, he didn't have to get his, because he never brought one like ever. And just drags you along out of the classroom.
Finally you realized what just happened and giggled while he just runs outside with you. Leaving school behind and jumping into his Van. "Come on baby, get in, lets go to my place" he said waving you over grinning. "Oh Eds you're such a mess, thanks for getting me out.. I.. I wasn't feeling well" you admit while getting in the car.
He snorts. "Yeah I know you little idiot", he says it lovingly and ruffles your h/c hair carefully. "I'm sorry that you have to go through that baby" he called you baby. He always does, it makes you feel special since he only ever called you baby. Even when the others are around.
Grabbing the steering wheel and turning the key, he does the little tounge thing and you can't not look at it. You stare at his hands in the process. No no no we can't be thinking about this...
You just think its adorable when he does. "You're doing it again Eds" you say putting your seatbelt on and then putting his seatbelt on for him too. "Doing what?" he asks starting the van and putting on music.
"the tounge thing! Put it away, no one wants to see your tounge!" you laugh and click in his seatbelt. He liked to be careless so you have been sticking with fastening his seatbelt because you don't want him to die. You lean back into your seat and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "So why did you kidnap me out of school again?" you ask him to get back onto the topic.
"You know how I care about you and can, clearly as your best friend, see when you're not feeling well. Especially when I know why~ so that's why we're gonna go to my place and just.. chill and smoke, okay?" he says his eyes focused on the road, but that somehow doesn't help since he isn't the best driver.
That is the last thing you're worried about. Became you're definitely used to his driving skills by now. "Smoking and just not thinking seems great", you respond clicking your tounge when he grins. "Oh please like you ever think at all" he teases trying to cheer you up, which is sadly not working at all. And he hates ut with a burning passion when youre upset. Hell.. he will do Anything just to make you feel better. To hear your beautiful laugh.
Slowly he pulls up to his Camper and parks the van a few feet away from it. As you buckeled him in, he also wants you to unbuckle him. "Baby can you unbuckle me?" he asks, voice soft and his gaze locked on yours. As soon as you hear him ask, you turn around and do it for him, your heads slightly bumping into each other. "Oh sorry Eds, I didn't mean to" you giggle and he just smiles. "Thats my boy" he says and unbuckles you before getting out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
You follow and gently close the vans door. He already has your backpack s you don't have to worry about that one. "Baby come on you're slow today" he calls out as he opens the campers door, smiling brightly as he sees that is uncle is not there.
Patiently he waits for you to walk in first. "What a gentleman you are, Eds" you say while kicking off your shoes and jacket. Even tho the camper wasn't the most beautiful or best decorated, you loved it there. The small bundles of trash from takeout or just old cans of beer and coke or the huge jar full with bottlecaps. Everything made you feel at home and safe. It may sound weird. It maybe could be that whenever you were with Eddie you could just be yourself and not face weird comments from classmates or even your own Family.
"Wanna drink something?" he asks you while you mindlessly walk to his room. "Can I maybe have a coke?" you then ask. He nods and grabs two cans and then hushes you into his room. Not really thinking about it you just crash into his bed, not long after he joins you. "So now can you finally really tell me whats wrong?" he knows, but on the other hand he also knows that it helps you when you can rant about it.
"nothing..." He already rises an eyebrow. "Ok ok fine, i couldn't bind this morning my lungs hurt from.. from binding too long and possibly wrong but how would I know" you ramble as he sets down the cans of coke on his nightstand. You run a hand through your hair. "So I didn't bind.. my mom called me her.. beautiful girl... And dad agreed." Your voice pitches a little when you say 'beautiful girl' just undermining how much you HATE when she calls you that. Because you did tell her you were trans.. she simply didn't care.
You quietly sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eddie lays down next to you, he's on his side, head propped against his hand. His other hand finding its way to you face wiping the tears carefully.
"she just doesn't care and it hurts Eddie.. its hurts so so much" you turn so that you can snuggle into his chest, not long after his arms wrap around you comfortingly. "Shh its okay.. she doesn't understand.. amd maybe she never will. But I understand and will never.. ever. You hear me baby. Never allow people to hurt you, even if it's your parents. No especially if your parents hurt you." he mumbles. "Really?" you ask sniffling.
He the looks at you, looking slightly hurt, you can tell that he is being dramatic. He lets go of you and swiftly brings his fist um to his heart collapsing onto the bed. You begin to laugh. "Oh no Y/N. You hurt my little black heart" he exaggerates and looks at you. You start laughing. "That's my beautiful boy.. no my beautiful manly man. You're manlier than me even, like have you seen me? I wear skinny jeans, babe" he said. Playing with his hair before sitting up again.
He grabs his weed and starts rolling a blunts always you look at him in awe. "You're Lite so good at this.." you look so awestruck everytime I do this" he mumbles doing the tounge thing again. "That's because I can't do it and try to copy your technique..." You say, telling the half truth. The other half being that you are literally crazy about his hands. He acts like he doesn't notice, but he always does. You're not particularly good at hiding shit from him. "You wanna try and roll one again?" he suggests. "We can do it together step by step.. come here" he pulls you closer and then goes to grab his grinder.
"that one I know, that's your Iron Maiden grinder, give that to me I can work that thing" you proudly say. He holds out his weed to you and you an smell him. He smells like cedarwood mixed with something that reminds you of how the sea smells with a tint of weed. But not the kind that smells awful. No. He just smells so fucking good. You just wanna lean into him and forget the world. Instead you grab the weed. "How many buds do we want?" you ask and he hands you two. "Just got a new delivery so as much as we like, which is two.. as of now. Wouldn't want you going home high as fuck" grinning he puts them in the grinder for you to crush them.
"That's right pretty boy" he says while breaking a cigarette for you, so that you can add tobacco to the blunt. You reach for his drawer. "Your filters were in your drawer right?" "Uh yeah the papes are there too" he says but he already has two filters between his lips. "Eds, can I have the one between your lips so we don't waste filters?" you ask, since he has two filters lodged between his lips. Grinning you reach out and take one, that's when he winks at you. "Thanks" you reach for the papes and give him one. "Now carefully look what I'm doing. I first take tobacco and put it in." You carefully watch and repeat the steps. "Now" he takes the grinder and empties it onto a small tray. "Some weed, make sure to spread it all over the tobacco" since he is concentrated his tounge is sticking out again, so does yours now tho. Doing as he says you smile, you knew these parts, what was hard for you was the blunt rolling. "Now the filter and then we roll" he states looking over. You're really focused on not fucking up. "Yes just like that. You're doing great" he smiles.
"now look how I roll it" he lifts your chin from your work and makes you look at his. With a few and quick movements, and him licking the pape, while you bite your lip, the blunt is done. "Voila" he grins. "Okay I can do that" you say, mostly to yourself. And then try, and to your surprise it works. You lick the pape and he looks you dead in the eye. "What?" you ask and roll the blunt. Not perfect but it works. "You're just adorable Sweetheart"
He grabs the blunt from your hands and sticks it between his lips. "Lets try, shall we?" Quickly he lights it and takes a hit, handing the blunt over to you. As always you take a hit just like him and lean down on the bed. His eyes scan you and you hold out the lit blunt. "Mh take it from me" you mumble and of course he does. After a few seconds of holding the smoke you puff it out in little circles. Eddie taught you one day and since then you like to show him every now and then.
Grinning widely he looks down at you and keeps smoking. "Good boy~" he purrs while softly blowing his smoke in your direction. "Thanks Master" you jokingly say and he just shoots you a weird look. "Mhh I like the sound of that" he mumbles but you're too distracted with sitting back up. "Mh what?" You ask and he just takes another hit, putting the thing aside and begins tickling you. "Eddie Stop!" you exclaim trying to push him away, beginning to laugh. "I will not, you little mischievous Idiot" he laughs lovingly while keeping to tickle you. This goes on for a solid ten minutes, but you actually don't mind. He is distracting you and you couldn't be happier.
He then gives up eventually, but you are still laughing and he can't help but look at you lovingly. "You're so pretty.." he mumbles and reaches out to cup your face.
A little confused you blink up at him. Without properly thinking, you answer. "No you are." He looks at you. Eyes to lips and back. You bite your lower lip slightly nodding. You don't need words, you just understand eachother. Slowly he leans in for a soft, pure and passionate kiss, slowly deepening it when he uses his thumb to open up your mouth a bit more, deepening the kiss. Slowly he pushes you down onto the bed, careful not to hurt you. "Eds.. I-"
"No, just.. let me know if you're okay with this.." he almost stumbles over his words but they still come out right and soft. Nodding you allow him to go further. "But.. just so you know.. I mean you know already- the point is. I have a vagina.. and you know." you reply while he just nods. "I know and that is okay." he continues, now slowly undressing you. If it is the weed that made you brave or him treating you like royalty, you just feel awesome.
Hesitantly you reach out for his shirt, carefully removing it from his body, tossing it somewhere next to the bed. Running your hands over his chest smiling and blushing at the same time. He chuckles. "You're adorable, you know that right?" he asks, while also tossing your shirt away, since you were already feeling bad in the morning, you had only thrown on a sportsbra, which he was quick to remove aswell. "Wow.. Y/N you're..."
Somehow this made you nervous so you covered up instinctively, he starts shaking his head slowly. "No need to Sweetheart, you're more than beautiful.. Handsome. The most handsome" he starts to leave small trail of kisses down your neck, then up again to your ear. Carefully he pulls you closer his hands toying with the hem of your underwear, you prefer to wear boxershorts, makes you feel manly.
Softly you take them off while looking at Eddie in the process. He just looks at you in awe, putting a strand of hair infront of his mouth. Clrearly blushing and pulling you close into a loving and pure kiss.
You can twll that he means it. Slowly he pulls you closer, kissing you slowly while you put your arms around his neck. You can feel his erection against your pussy, making you whine. "Oh fuck baby" Eddie hums into the kiss, rocking his hips slightly. Resulting in you moaning. "Eddie, please.." you say, voice breathy and shaking.
He continues and you start to rock against him. Grinning he looks at you. "Oh baby, you're so desperate for your master, arent you?" he asks, voice hoarse. His hands find their way to your ass and he holds you still while starting to massage it. Pressing your lips together yoy fight the urge to let out a lod moan. Instead you whimper and nust nod. "Use your words, Sweetheart~" teasingly he squishes your butt and then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.
"may I?" he polietly asks, and waits for your approval before continuing. You nod and look at him, lust in your eyes. With a slight chuckle he pulls on your underwear, with cooperating to take it off, the underwear flies across the room. "Fucking hell you're already so wet for me?" his tone shifted, his voice an octave lower while he lays you down on the bed to admire you. "Jesus H Christ.. you are even hotter than I could have imagined" he blurts out standing up to free his erection making you gulp. You bite your lip and immediately crawl up to him.
Licking your lips and looking up at him now it's his turn to whine. "Don't look at me like that, Baby" he warns you, but patiently waits for you to to do something. Finally close enough you adjust yourself. "I wanna give you a blowjob.. Please.. Master." you say giving him the best puppy eyes. "Mhhh fuck okay" he gives in pretty easily. "You're so fucking hot.." he mumbles while you take his cock in your hands and start licking the tip slowly. Trying to muffle his whines he bites his lip, lacing his fingers into your hair, grabbing it lightly. The power he now has over you makes you even wetter, you're basically dripping for him.
He throws his head back, his eyes rolling back with lust. He gently pushes you towards his lengh, just for you to lick all over and then take him fully in your mouth. "Fuck Sweetheart you're perfect" he moans through grittet teeth looking back down at you. While deepthroating his cock you innocently look up at him which makes him grunt, rutting his hips against you. You let him slip out of your mouth, licking your lips.
Now a little more confident, you stand up pushing him down onto his bed, crawling over him. "Now let me fuck you" you say running your hands over his chest, up to his throat scratching him a bit. He moans your name along with a few profanities. "Oh please do fuck me... You're literally so hot" he points out grabbing your butt and massaging it while pulling you into a heated kiss. You automatically deepen the kiss and just lay on top of him. His erection pressed to your lower belly, you grin into the kiss and start moving against it
"JesusH Christ, Y/N Sweetheart, you're being a tease" he grunts but still continues kissing you. "I know Babyboy" you tease him even more, your hand slipping between the two of you, running a hand over your wet pussy whining while doing, before using it to tease him even more, he can't thake hiss eyes off of you.
You coat his cock with your wetness as he moans your name again. "Fuck Baby" you say, slowly jerking him off teasing yourself with his tip. He starts to get impatient and grabs your hips slowly pushing himself into you. Both of your moans mix and you dind it extremely hot when he just carelessly moans, especially when he sits up, as he is doing, leans back a bit on one hand using the other hand to hold you in place, fucking you just right. "Fuck Right there keep going" you whimper and start moving against him.
Both of you moaning eachothers names and nicknames, when you call him Master again he starts moving a little faster, you lace your Hands around his neck, holding yourself steady. Which leads to him leaning forward to use his free hand to rub your clitoris. "I'm cumming" you moan at the pleasent feeling of him now hitting the right spot. "Me too Babyboy" he whines. Working to your highs together always gets you. As you feel his warmth fill you, your body reacts by climaxing aswell, juices mixing, him being out of breath, his locks sticking to his face from the sweat that build up.
For a moment the two of you continue moving, causing you to quickly climax again. "Fuck that was hot, not gonna lie" he admits grinning while slowly pulling out of you, carefully. He then gets up to grab a towel, slowly and as careful as possible to clean you up. "God I'm so in love with you Eds" you finally admit while he is cleaning up your pussy. With a slight chuckle he looks at you. "Good because I also am deeply in love with you, Y/N"
I so hope this didn't suck, I hope this made some people happy ;) and just hope you also like it. And just saying my inbox 📥 is open for ANYONE who needs help or just someone to vent or just if you wanna send me cute pictures of your pets! Have a Lovely day and just know you can also suggest things for me to write! I'm also open to write for different fandoms and ofc different stranger things characters!
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emsgoodthinkin · 7 months
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Thinking about Eddie watching his trans-masc boyfriend Steve getting his groove back after top surgery.
He wakes up from a loud thumping in the garage, sees an already brewed cup of coffee waiting for him on the kitchen counter, along with some bacon.
He goes to track Steve, ears picking up at a certain playlist he’s got goin
A certain playlist that’s only ever blaring when they’re in the mood or feeling joyous about something.
He smiles behind the coffee mug, in his perspective he can see Steve topless, bench pressing, sweat rolling down his proud and healed scars. Nike Air Maxs and those same tight gym shorts he’s had since high school that Eddie could never get enough of.
He leans against the doorframe watching just a little while longer, watching him jump rope and thrust his thick hips to Simply Irresistible by Robert Palmer; his favorite song since 88’
“He certainly is” Eddie mutters to himself already getting a boner
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shmeddieshmunson · 2 years
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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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alexs-playground · 2 years
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eddie taking trans!bf shopping to get more masc clothes after reader comes out to him
Thank you so much for requesting Anon! Enjoy.
Eddie Cloth Shopping with Trans!Boyfriend!Reader
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CW: mentions of transphobia. Lots of fluff and supportive Eddie.
no season four spoilers
You came out to Eddie a few months into your relationship. You felt bed hiding from him especially knowing he would be more than supportive of you. You were just scared of how that would affect your relationship
Eddie like I had recently stated was more than supportive of you and glad you came out to him
He loves you so much it doesn't matter what gender you are as long as you are happy to be yourself and he can still give you all his love he doesn't mind whatsoever that he is dating a trans guy
Eddie wants to see you comfortable, so when he sees you struggling to keep your cool when you are hanging out 'cause of your dumb clothing Eddie is quick to throw his jacket on you and zip it up so your 'feminine' clothing is hidden
by the time you leave his trailer after hanging out you are taking home half of his unused wardrobe
"Eddie I can't take all of this! You didn't even look at what you gave me!"
"Don't care sweetheart! It all will look better on you anyway" he says as he shoves you into your car before you can make him take the stuff back
No matter what you guys tried though Eddie's pants would not fit for the life of you...they were either too long, too skinny, too big, or very worn out and needed to be trashed
as a solution you stake a trip to the Starcourt mall when it was still up and running and decided to buy you some new clothes, so you weren't just wearing hand-me-downs from your boyfriend but mainly for pants
Eddie wasn't even going to join you till he thought of how dangerous it could be for you to shop for men's clothing by yourself when you aren't passing.
Hawkins is full of one-track minded douchebags whose words of you being transgender and queer would spread so quick and would wreak Havok
If we are being honest Eddie would struggle to help you out because he has no clue how to shop for others so while you sit in a dressing room Eddie wander all around the store picking out things that would seem to be your size and style.
If you are into the same style as him you are in luck, if not Eddie tries his best to pick out things that remind him of you.
Eddie keeps an open mind to not pick tight clothing or anything too loose.
When you are trying on clothes Eddie calmly sits outside the dressing room looking out for any lurking eyes, unless you tell him he is okay to join you
if he does join you, he makes it a fashion show and goofs around and make jokes with you if something looks absolutely ridiculous cause it doesn't suit you.
Eddie pays for everything!!! He saved up money from his deals and his actual job. It was his way of saying thank you for entrusting him with such an important part of you.
this is very short 'cause I was a bit stumped on what to write. I apologize that this is a bit long overdo it had just been sitting in my drafts :(( -Author
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mattisaharrington · 1 year
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Eddie Munson x Trans masc! Autistic!reader
TW: Transphobia , SH , abusive parents (I guess that's all , tell me if I missed anything!)
Sorry this one is short! I'll write more on the next<3
🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤
"Good morning D/N!!" My mother yelled as she pulled my curtains to the side , I groaned burying my face in my pillow , I hate when she does that. "...mom!...that name..!" I murmured sitting up "We already talked about it D/M , I'm not gonna call you Y/N , you're my daughter , I know what's the best for you" She growled walking away , closing the door with a terrible loud noise.
"𝑫𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓" "𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖" her words repeating over and over in my head while i put on my most masculine stuff , of course second-handed since that my mom wouldn't give me my stuff I had to find a way. I was a completely mess , i'd probably have gone insane if it wasn't-
"Y/N!!"
...Eddie , A loud honk along his voice , a wide smile grew across my face "Comin'!!" I ran , tripping over my feet to get to my boyfriend's van before my mother could say anything. "How's my rockstar goin'?" Eddie said ruffling my hair , he looked just like an angel , big chocolate brown eyes , dimples and barely noticeable freckles , just like a dream, "I...I am good!" I didn't want to make him worried , the last time he saw my scratch marks he looked so upset , I didn't want to see him like that again "Great! Because today we're gonna do only fun stuff" he said with excitement on his voice , kissing the top of my head , I loved to see him like that and couldn't help but to flap my hands "Oh sweetheart , you're so adorable sometimes" he kisses my cheek then started to drive off.
"So , the thing with your mom , it got any better?" I shook my head , looking down to my hands , holding them together , Eddie replaced with one of his own "Babe , I know that things haven't been good to you but hey, today is our day , just the big boys , no girls , no boring mom , no one to tell you how to feel" he smiled warmly at me "Eddie! The car!" I almost yelled "Sorry!'' he laughed softly "You're such a dork!" I chuckled tapping on his hand with my fingertips "And you love it" he leaned in close , planting a soft kiss on my lips.
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vamp-hollow · 2 years
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Hey! i feel like there not enough eddie munson x male/gn reader so I'm stepping up! i am a new writer so my apologies if my writing is a tad bit weird, but I will write fluff and spice but not straight smut or pwp. ill try and do as many requests as I can! (I ALSO DO BLACK READER STORIES AND FTM STORIES!)
thanks!
-GHOST
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cutfruitbitch · 2 years
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Eddie Munson x transmasc reader (the trans part isn’t explicitly mentioned but it’s important to me that you know)
Tags: dom! Reader, sub! Eddie, face sitting, implied service kink
“What do I have to do? Say please? Bake you a cake? Seriously, just say the word,” Eddie looks like he’s about to cry, and wouldn’t that be nice? Those big, brown eyes, brimming with tears. Excellent. He’s on his knees, looking up at you, hands clutching your jeans. You’re obviously going to give in eventually, but first:
“I dunno Eds, give me a minute to think about it,” You tell him gently. You love that Eddie is a desperate, wet dog of a man. You love that the first time you fucked, he only lasted five minutes. You love that sometimes when he eats you out, he cums in his jeans, untouched. You love Eddie Munson dearly, but especially when he’s being pathetic. You run your hand through his curls, and he leans forward, resting his forehead against your thigh. Your leg is pressed down the length of his body, foot planted between his spread thighs. You can feel his cock against your shin; he’s hard enough to cut diamonds.
You lean down a little, and grasp his face, fingers digging into his soft cheeks. It makes his mouth pout out a little, like a silly fish.
“I’ve decided to let you, because you’re a good boy. Now, lay down on the bed,” You tell him. Eddie immediately scrambles over to the bed. You rid yourself of your jeans and boxers, and position yourself so you’re kneeling over his face, hovering. You stay there for a moment, just watching. Tears are fully rolling down Eddie’s face now. You’ve never met a man so desperate to eat pussy in your whole life. He’d eat you out for hours and never ask for anything in return. You think that if you told him that you’d never fuck him again, that he’s only allowed to go down on you, he’d probably be perfectly fine with that.
“Please,” He whimpers. You brush his bangs away from his forehead.
“I like it when you’re on your back, that way you can’t hump the bed like you’re in heat,” You whisper, lowering yourself so you’re fully seated on Eddie’s face.
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in retaliation to the continued posts sent to me that are shitting on the piece i put up.
A) At me next time you fucking coward
B) this not only is discouraging to readers but
C) heavily discouraging to writers.
D) You're fueling my ever growing need to write more ftm fics with taboo kinks to shut you shit biscuits up.
Friendly reminder that kink was started by a trans person. I get personal preferences, but to publicly post instead of scrolling by? Clown behavior sweetheart.
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theunburntsblog · 2 years
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༆Rock out༄ ||E.M||
Gn! Masculine-alligned Reader, No pronouns used,, fix-it type !
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||Summary: Eddie has graduated from Hawkin high, he focuses more on his music. Him and his band 'Corroded Coffin' has their first big show. You and Eddie have been best- friends for a few years now, bonding over music, doing all dumb shit together. Will this progress into something more? Or will damage be done. ||
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-backstage-
"Ready to rock on, Jackass? " You smiled brightly at him, as to wish him good luck for what's to come.
"You bet it, L/N" He grins in response before lifting you up and spinning you around backstage. You grumble into laughter
"What's the matter, Y/N, Scared you'll lose?" He sings out jokingly grinning at you, You roll your eyes hitting him a bit harsh in the rib , making him groan out "OW! OKAY OKAY ITS ON!"
"Like you'll win!" As both of you fool around and fake wrestle, limbs flying around in the air as you struggle out of his grip.
Knowing he would never harm you in any form, you wrap your legs around his waist trusting him to support your weight as you both spin. You reach up flinging your arms around. Eventually you both grow tired as Eddie settles you down, laughter dying out as deep breaths take over the backstage room .
"You know, Munson I'm fucking proud of you, show the world your talent." You shove his chest playfully.
"Aw, L/N are you getting all soft on me?" He places a hand over his heart pretending to fall dramatically and you chuckle "oh you're full of shit!" Eventually it was close to time, Gareth was calling him over.
Quickly, He waves his arms around you like a magician and goes "and for my next trick!... I run away!" Before walking off to his bandmates.
You giggle at his failed humor and leave backstage going to over within the crowd, sitting down in your preferred seat.
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On Stage
The stage lights dims, The equipment is on stage, The band appears. People are cheering them on, screaming their names As you cheer with the crowd, giggling like mad in excitement.
3,,, 2,,, 1
Eddie reaches his arm up pointing upwards before he strokes his guitar strings in a fast motion. The band begins to play an original song. The Crowd grows wild, cheering them on and especially making comments of Eddie the cheers of fangirls "STOMP ON ME!",, "MY NUMBER IS 44-", as well as girls sitting on their boyfriends shoulders screaming "IM SINGLE FOR YOU!",, not to mention the fanboys saying "FOR LEGAL REASONS I'M NOT GAY"
Eddie seems to smirk at all the attention raising his eyebrow at all of the fans screaming for him, he seems to soak up the attention.
You frown, jealously pouring within your gut making you heated. But you wanna support your friend so you brush it all off even though you're very close to snapping.
The song gets more intense as fans cheer and Headbang their hair all in sync with eachother. Cheering the band on as fans continue to compliment and praise the life out of Eddie.
You try to enjoy yourself and the music as Eddie licks his bottom lip down at his fans just to mess with them. Then he walks over jamming out, going over to a very attractive person, reaching over and holding their hand, caressing their skin. You scoff at that, folding your arms over your chest flexing your muscles through your shirt, titling your head to the side.
Eddie walks backwards, headbanging as his hands fiddle with the chords, playing beautifully as the song ends.
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One song left !
After a few original songs, you grew more and more bitter about how Eddie was interacting with his fans. Yet, you reasoned that it's stage presence and it's performative.
Eddie's eyes search for you within the crowd, when his eyes meet yours and he winks as the outro song starts and it's the intro to your favorite song: 'Rock Me Amadeus'. Your eyes light up immediately smile as Eddie continues to look at you, flipping his hair back and forth with his bandmates.
You giggle at his antics, rocking out with the crowd before realizing the bitterness in your heart was because you loved him. You LOVE Eddie fucking ' freak' Munson and it shows.
You smile brighter as the song fades into your ears, you cheer him on "SHOW EM WHOSE BOSS!" Dancing to the beat, poorly swaying your hips lightly just having fun and Eddie catches on, staring you down giggling to himself at your poor dancing.
Eventually the song ends and the fans cheer louder. The stags dims once more as the Eddie flips the crowd off as an ending motion and the crowd cheers louder.
You ran out of the crowd to backstage where the band is heading, seeing Eddie you tackle him to the ground, giving him a bear hug. "Man, you did not!" Eddie grumbles in pain before adjusting himself "Man, I did." He smiles up at you before flicking your forehead.
You giggle at the impact playfully saying "ow Man, that hurts". Eddie rolls you both over stands up. Then helps you back up off the ground "I'm guessing you liked the show" he did finger gun movements.
You roll your eyes, blowing some of your hair out of your face well tried blowing the strands/coils out of the way until Ed's just helps you move it. "That better for you, sweetheart?" You punch his chest gently "as if I needed your help, unlike you I can graduate high-school without retaking senior year" Eddie gasps dramatically "oh that's fucked up, don't be like that!"
You look at him and his band before pulling him away to talk to him privately. "Hey, eds? Can we talk and not fuck around for a moment?" Eddie raises an eyebrow looking at you, his eyes filled with curiosity and worry "what's up, Y/N?"
You look down, gaining the courage "I know this is like so stupid and I know you don't even swing that way I just- I don't know. I think I'm in love with you. I was just so.. so bitter over your fans it's so stupid I just, forget it"
Eddie starts grinning like the menace he is "so you drag me over to make out with me, cause I don't really mind that part, listen I don't know if you're forgetting the whole bandana thing or how I played our song we love.. but I gotta admit L/N. You're fucking mind-blowing, now kiss me."
Your jaw just drops, eyes all wide, eyebrows perched together. Your whole face just saying 'are you being legit.. like you want me to?' Ed's urges you on, pulling your waist to his indicating he really wants this just as much as you do.
You take a step, getting closer to his face brushing your nose against his. Before Eddie just gets all impatient so he kisses you deeply.
You quickly match the movements of his, putting your fingers into his curls. As the kiss turns more passionate and full of love until you both have to break off for air. "I guess that settles it, my place? Horror movies? Pizza?" Munson smirks at you as you reply "I think I would like that."
Honorable mention because they helped me with this one ! @thegirlwhohides
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saturntales · 2 years
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hello,
i'm planning on writing some imagines, x readers and stuff on here!!
i'm new to writing on tumblr, most of my works were on twitter/ao3, but i noticed that it may be easier to do on here.
i'll mostly focus on male readers, gn readers and trans ftm readers, so feel free to request all kinds of stuff, fluffs, nsfw and all!
fandoms i can write for:
jjk
bnha
death note
stranger things
devilman crybaby
genshin impact
honkai impact
dislyte
valorant
NO NSFW ABOUT MINORS
i DON'T write about real people, only fictional characters.
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werewolfautizzy · 2 years
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i can not deny that i am in fact not immune to the charm of eddie munson. it’s been a while since i was involved with the stranger things fandom. but i come here humbly asking for a eddie munson x my oc roleplay(i apologize for being cringe). i’m looking for someone who can play a solid eddie. this will be a mxm role play and i will say my character is transmasc so i need someone who can be respectful about that.
i got a couple ideas but i’m not sure if they’re any good it’s been a while since i’ve done a roleplay and even then i was never too good at fandom based plots. so if you have any ideas feel free to shoot them my way. i am not too good with dark themes but a bit of angst is ok with me. i’m more looking just for plots that will be *intresting*. i also do AUs something like a vampire /werewolf au or zombie apocalypse could be fun but im open to a lot of stuff!
i am 18 so i’m looking for people around my age(18 to early 20s), no -18 if we plan to do smut.
alright that’s all, i don’t know how fond people here are of cc x oc roleplays but i promise i am a pretty good writer(even if i am a little dusty) and i’m pretty friendly and love making interesting characters! so plz reach out i’m like desperate here i need some serotonin—anyways if you’re interested comment or just dm me. we can rp through dms or if you prefer i can give my discord.
ok bye friends🫂🤍
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prettybrownelf · 19 days
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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
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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
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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.” 
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