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tomurderornottomurder · 2 years

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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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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

#reblogs appreciated #trans!steve harrington #steddie headcanon #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #transmasc!steve harrington #Eddie munson x trans!steve harrington #eddie munson x trans reader #robert palmer #ftm nsft #steddie au

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meatmutt-sfw · 2 years

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the first time eddie visits your home, if you have a dog, he will absolutely toss you to the side and baby talk the animal and just lay in the floor with them

alternatively if you have a cat, he will play with their toys and let them climb all over him (if you have a kitten it may or may not end up being carried around in his jacket pocket the entire time he’s at your house)

#🦢. Mutt’s fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x trans reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

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cutfruitbitch · 2 years

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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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lex-drinks-blood · 2 years

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I've Got You

Eddie Munson x Trans Male Reader: reader is struggling with some mental stuff and eddie comforts him, angst, fluff, kisses

Warning(s): mentions of dysphoria, mentions of homophobia

Notes: honestly I've just been dealing with a lot and maladaptive daydreaming about being friends with eddie has slowly started to become the only thing keeping me sane. so hopefully this fic can bring you some comfort as well. you are stronger than you know <3

Eddie had taken you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking your bodies left-to-right much like a mother trying to calm down a baby by rocking him to sleep. You couldn't help but let silent tears fall from your eyes and on to the collar of Eddie's shirt as you hid your face in crook of his neck as swayed you gently from side-to-side.

He turned his head as he reached a hand up to stroke your hair, his lips now pressed to your forehead as he spoke, "Hey it's ok, I've got you now," he planted a quick kiss to your forehead, "I'm right here y/n, I'm right here. I've got you."

You choked on another silent sob, "I can't keep doing this, Munson." your hands made fists around the fabric of his Iron Maiden T-shirt, "The way they all look at me... like I'm some kind of freak," you almost seemed to attempt to bury yourself into him, as if it was possible for your bodies to get any closer than they already were.

His hand traveled from your hair down to your back where he gently ran his fingers up and down in attempts to ground and comfort you, "Well I'm not exactly the king of Hawkins High myself, y/n," Eddie let out a light chuckle, still holding you close.

You lifted your head from his neck to look at him, causing the older boy to loosen his grip on you, "At least-" tears began to well up in your eyes as you spoke as a lump growing in your throat threatened to silence you, "at least people look at you like you're a boy, Munson."

"Hey, hey, hey," Eddie reached out to cup both sides of your face in his hands, the metal of his rings cold against your red, tear stained cheeks, "is that what all this is about?"

You nodded your head, too afraid to meet his gaze as tears fell from your eyes.

He placed his index finger under your chin and shifted your head, attempting to make your eyes meet his, "Just for a second I promise. I just want to look into those pretty eyes for a second while I talk to you ok?"

You kept your eyes on him like he asked but you just nodded in response, to afraid that another sob would escape your lips if you tried to speak.

"Look I don't... I don't really know what you're going through, obviously. But I- um... I want to help," he slowly grabbed your hands in his and held them as he spoke, his thumb making slow circles over the back of your hand, "I mean. I know how much it sucks to be the freak yknow? People have been on my ass since that time they found me kissing Garry B. under the bleachers in middle school so I'm not totally unfamiliar with the whole agenda this town has against queers I guess... I mean... I don't know, I guess that's all I really can think to say right know otherwise I'll just start rambling about nothing and I just- that wont be productive."

You broke your hands away from his and Eddie shuddered, almost scared that he had said something wrong. He took in a relieved breathe when you wrapped your arms around his neck again and despite still being on his lap held him almost impossibly tighter, seeming afraid to lose him, "I almost forget sometimes that you get shit for being with me too..."

Eddie pulled back from you, slightly taken aback, "Woah, I never said that!"

You looked at him empathetically, a hand resting on his shoulder, slightly toying with his hair, "I know that but I just... I mean do you really think people are totally oblivious about us?"

"No, but I don't want them to be," he pulled your arms back around his neck as he sat with his arms around your waist, "I'm all yours and they should know that," he mumbled into your neck.

You sighed, "Look I know you're doing that deflect from your emotions with humor bullshit that you do, but I love you. So much," you placed a kiss to his cheek, getting some of your tears on his face having yet to wipe them from your face.

The boy below you looked up into your eyes, "L/n?"

"Yes, Munson?

"You are the most handsome boy I have ever laid eyes on, do you know that?"

You rolled your eyes, "Would you say that in front of Nikki Six or Kirk Hammet? Or your beloved Judas Priest?"

Eddie laid a sloppy kiss to your neck and he smirked when you let out a boyish giggle, "They've got nothing on you, pretty boy."

I FINALLY MADE CONTENT I AM SO SOREY FOR THE DELAY I GOT SUPER DEPRESSED AND STARTED NEW MEDICATION BUT I THINK ITS WORKING SO LETS SEE HOW THIS GOES OK WOOOO. so yea I had a lot of health issues and got short staffed at work and oh my god left and right everything was falling apart but apparently my new medicine might also help with my mental stuff so that might be fun. but yes, here is some slightly rushed content. It's kinda old, sat in the drafts for a while. but here it is. here are your crumbs, eat up my children!! (hopefully more to come and more work on requests soon, cause I have some requests drafted !!)

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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number 2!!

So the reader is ftm, and Eddie is obsessed with his voice (he's a singer) his voice is like a destroy boys / destructo disk type.

And Eddie is head over heals when he sings. and even more when he gets m/n to moan.

and if you're comfortable, can you do a kinda heavy make out?

Thanks! (Drink water or I will make you :) )

Hi! Thanks for your patience while I worked on this! Hope you enjoy!

Eddie Munson x Trans Male Reader

CW: Smut adjacent, nothing explicit.

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

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It’s not that Eddie’s angry if what he’s heard is true. In fact, he’d be fucking glad that there is another band in town. But it is nerve wracking. Will these newcomers somehow get faster traction than Corroded Coffin? Will they have to struggle just like they did? Part of Eddie hopes this band is not struggling as much as they did, but something like jealousy that Eddie wishes he doesn’t feel is the hardest part to get rid of.

So on Wednesday, during the evening when Eddie normally would be trying to bury the woes, he travels to The Hideout. The trip is truly speared by the necessity of making sure the band gets paid. After the Tuesday gig, the manager asked if Eddie could come tomorrow to get the cash considering they’d done a bank drop earlier than they normally did but had to after a pretty hefty weekend of festivities. Eddie’s not sure what could’ve caused in a town like Hawkins but he wasn’t going to argue with the one revenue stream that was legal.

Thus landing Eddie here, leaning into the corner of the bar, watching the band play. It’s not metal--decidedly not, but Eddie still finds his head bobbing along to the hefty and heavy hats of the drums as the singer screams into the microphone, “Is this all I’ve ever known?”

It’s punk, a music genre Eddie knew of and listened to occasionally even if it wasn’t what he gravitated too. He’d hoped for this band's sake that soon the genre would have its moment. It felt timely, a reflection of the shit state of the world and demanding change. Where Eddie’s genre of choice was all about escaping and finding some fantastical way out of the misery, this bank charged the misery head on.

“Now I’m crying in a bathroom stall,” the singer croons, a layered haircut bouncing along the side of their face. The ends are flipped out, framing the round face in a way that reads like a warning but also lures Eddie in. All he wants to do is to know the way the rosy cheeks feel under his palm. The voice is definitely singing, but it’s almost mocking as they speak sing some of the lyrics. Eddie’s spine shivers.

Instantaneous as the thought of the sweaty cheeks comes Eddie shakes his head, trying to keep in mind that he is here to get paid from yesterday. But the lead singer’s voice invades Eddie’s brain. He has a feeling as the manager hands over bills and Eddie stuffs it into his pocket, that he’s going to be hanging around The Hideout a lot more often in the middle of the week.

After three weeks straight of attending the Wednesday shows, the lead singer seems to approach Eddie head on, though Eddie’s been one to always linger at the bar. “You play on Tuesdays right?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. You all sound amazing by the way. Like really good.” It should come out with a bit more shame and a bit more reservation. But the praise is all to easy to give because each time Eddie hears the band, the more he falls in love with them.

“Th-thanks. You and your band sound great too.”

“Would-would you like to go out sometime?” Eddie asks. “I’d like to get you know you more.” He’s being way more suave about this than he’d ever imagine himself to be. But maybe it’s the setting. It’s not school and he’s not dealing with someone that might even have some pre-conceived notion about him, or be trying to get a story to tell a friend about how they kissed, slept with, or even hung out with The Freak. It’s a bar--two social outcasts who are doing everything they can to let the world know the wrongs it’s committed. It’s just easier because here, there’s no real judgment.

“I’d like that. What did you have in mind?”

It’s a simple question. And the response is less simple, less smooth, because if Eddie’s is honest he anticipated not getting this far. But even though he fumbles through his response, it lands him here, listening through the closed bathroom door as you hum from the otherside. You’d been working on some lyrics for a new song for a week now, singing the chorus of it ever and over throughout the trailer. Washing dishes--you were singing. Taking a quick smoke break--singing.

The sink runs for almost a minute before the door handle creaks with the twist and it opens to reveal a goofy smile on Eddie’s face. “Were you listening to me piss?” you ask.

“Listening to you sing, more specifically. The pee was just a byproduct.”

“Weirdo,” you laugh and step around him to head to his room.

“It’s not my fault that you have a voice that calls out to me like a siren. Really it’s your fault.”

He follows behind you to his room. You settle at his desk and Eddie falls onto the bed behind you. Where you’d normally have a response, your focus zeros in on the notebook in front of you. Eddie watches the way the line of your shoulders tense up. He pushes up, hands taking the meat of your shoulders into his palms. He wastes no time in kneading at them.

“You’re thinking too hard about it.” Eddie trails his lips closer to your ear. They brush a kiss to shell and then down your neck. “Let me help you relax.”

You sigh into the feeling of Eddie’s hands and lips at your neck and shoulders. The song did need to be done by the weekend for rehearsals. But you’d managed to get more done than you thought you would consider the difficulty that it was giving you earlier. Maybe it wouldn’t at all be a bad idea. “You’re lucky I like you,” you tease.

Eddie’s hands slide down from your shoulders to your back, pressing right above your hips firmly. The action makes you groan--mostly involuntarily, as you hadn’t even noticed how much tension you’d been putting on your lower back. His fingers knead at your body and every moan that you let slip through your lips makes Eddie purr into your skin.

If it weren’t for the back of the chair, you’re sure Eddie’s crotch would be pressed into your spine and you’d inevitably feel the growing erection. You only let it go for another minute or two before you reach back for his hands. He pauses at the light hold of your wrist. “Something wrong?”

You shake your head before pushing up from the chair. “No, just want you closer,” you whisper as you press into his chest.

Eddie dips his head, capturing your lips in a kiss. His hold is gentle around your waist, fingers hardly pressing into the hot flesh under the sweatshirt. Your head grows a little dizzy with the feeling of his tender trace. The parting of your lips echoes in the room before you two meet again for another kiss. A grunt falls from Eddie as you push him down onto the bed and you land squarely on his lap, not hiding the sigh at the feeling of his erection pressing up into you.

Though you two hadn’t gone as far to have sex just yet, only being a few months total into the relationship, it still pleased you to know you had this kind of effect on Eddie. He laughs as you rock your hips against his. “Don’t,” he hums. “I know you’re sick and demented and you get pleasure from making me puddy.”

You grin. “Which is why I do it.”

Eddie squeezes at your sides, his hands never go higher than your stomach and you’re thankful that he seems to be aware of how at times your chest causes you discomfort, but right now, you don’t mind his searing touch, so you guide Eddie’s hands up and when his fingers brush over your chest and nipples, your throat loses the battle of suppressing the moan.

Eddie drops his head a little, listening to the sound of your pleasure rolling around his brain. “God I love that sound,” he whispers into your throat. His lips kiss square in the middle, tongue falling the pressing of his kiss. “I love it so fucking much.”

You release another one, fingers gripping at Eddie’s shoulders to keep you steady. “Please.”

It’s a plea, Eddie knows that. For what? Not even you can tell, but Eddie drops his hands to your thighs getting a tight grip and then tosses you into the pillows. His crawl up your body is slow and tortuous but when his hands finally settle against, holding your waist and his lips seal around yours, you hum at the weight of him pressing you into the mattress.

“Thank you,” you exhale as Eddie moves his kisses down your jaw.

“Any time, baby,” he whispers back. His teeth trace the bone of your chin before he trails his tongue back down over your throat. Your moan comes out shaky. “Any fucking time.”

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Steve “Six Nuggets” Harrington

And

Eddie “this is music!” Munson

What do you mean something bad happened? No it didn’t

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lolzskye · 2 years

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we deserved eddie. please give him back. please?

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x little!reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x trans reader

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xxhornyonmainxx · 1 year

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Dysphoria Hoodie Pt 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson X TransMasc!reader

Warnings: Blindfold, jerking off, nipple play, mild cum eating

AN: Sorry i totally forgot I was gonna write a part 2

His warm breathe on the back of your neck sends a shiver down your spine. The black bandanna temporarily blinds you, once tied, Eddie begins kissing along your cheek, down your neck. He lays behind you, legs spread, pillowing your head with his chest. His fingers rest under your chin, giving him the room he needs to mark your neck. He takes his other hand, playing with the hymn of your shirt, pulling it up, his fingernails lightly scratching your abdomen.

You squeak due to him pinching your hardened nipples. His head rest on your shoulder, as he moves the hand from you neck, to your belt, undoing it effortlessly. After zipping your jeans, he shoves his hand into your pants, immediately finding your whimpering nub.

“Mmm”, Eddie moans behind you, “I love your perfect cock, you know that?”,

He pauses his fingers causing you to groan, “Grind into them, c’mon”, you grind your hips in circles, being teased by his still fingertips, “I want you to cum like this”, he whispers into you ear. Eddie bites your collar bone over you shirt, bringing you closer to the edge.

After what felt like forever of grinding, hips sore, you ejaculate all over Eddie’s pale fingers. Both of his hands move to your waist, flipping you to straddle him. He fixed your pants, then brings his fingers to your lips. Once you clean your orgasm off of his fingers, he removes your blindfold.

“You’re such a good boy, did that feel good baby?”, you grips onto his belt, undoing the loops, “I wanna make you feel good”, Eddie’s smiles grabbing your wrist, “yeah?”, you nod.

He undies his pants, pulling down his jeans and boxers revealing his hard cock. You start by gathering pre-cum from his two then use it as lubricant, jerking his cock, your other hand moving to grope his balls. You lean forward, taking Eddie’s lips between your teeth, sneaking your tongue into his mouth.

You squeeze his member, increasing the pace of your pumping, his eyes squeezed shut, moaning into your mouth. Without warning, he burst, cum painting your shirt white.

“Shit”, Eddie curses, “my bad”,

“Do worry it’s fine”,

“Guess you’ll just have to wear one of mine?”, He smirks.

Taglist: @fanfictioniseverything

#stranger things smut #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x trans reader

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loverforstrangerthingsfics · 2 years

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The stages of dating ...... eddie munson[This is long]

[ I just think the song matches the vibe so I suggest listening ]

The meeting

:you had met eddie through the party because you were just like eleven but older and you understood the world more than her

:you had the same story plot as el because you escaped together

: you guys together were unstoppable so while you stay in Hawkins while the byers were in California you stayed with the wheelers

:befor you meet eddie you had a crush on Steve so it took a while for him to peek your liking

:people thought dnd was weird and you were one of the people

:so when most of the party met him you met him to

:so when lucas was busy with basketball mike ran to you so you can fill in

:[Mike out of breath] ed-eddie I found your sub for dnd

:"sup I'm y/n .... let's cut to the chase you obviously need me sooo in return I want my homework done for the rest of the week by you munson because I am supposed to be with nacy right know stuffing my face and binge watching horror movies so do I have my self a deal"?

Eddie:every day beside friday I have stuff to do

Yn: so deal ?

Him:.....deal

:it only took you a few minutes to learn because you scammed through your powers and got any information about dnd there is

:and ofcorse you won the game and that impressed him

The asking out

:he was formal ,came to you because you were friends so he wasn't so scared to ask you out

:so eddie asked you at lunch

"So y/n what about you and me Sunday at the movies "

Y/n:eddie who the fuck goes out on Sunday that's me day how about this Friday?

"Of course babe"

"Were not there yet munson "

:the date went great you both ate till you couldn't and laughed at the stupid movie that played

The dating

:hanging out in his trailer

: playing dnd together

:stealing his clothes

:getting a hell fire shirt

:you got to spend more time with Dustin and the boys and you got more closer to Erica

:using your powers for easy stuff

"Ed's I just read there mind and there definitely talking about us"

"Those ass holes"

:binge eating

:being lazy

:going to school and rocking your grades [with cheating of course]

:random drives at night and I love yous

:doing everything together

:him teaching you how to play guitar

:modeling for eachother

:showing him your powers

:random singing matches

:making mistakes for eachother

:laughing at each other

:being confident within eachother

Pictures and videos of you guys

You telling him his hair isn't all that

You being drunk at 2 in the morning and saying this

Playing a game of dnd

You after using your powers [Imagine your race and gender]

Id like to add one more stage .... grief

:you always thought why not you why did I not use my powers to save him then you realize el , Mike, hopper, max, Lucas, all of them... they all need you alive well.. you needed your eddie alive you were not even living when he dead

:the guilt took over you, you changed you weren't the same withought him

:you did the best you could for him trying to live life the way he would

:people say sooner or later it gets better it didn't kinda

:but your family and the people around you made life worth living again

:you would visit his grave and play the guitar for him

:you would tell him all the good and bad news

"Yeah and then they walked away like nothing happened "

: u tried to move on really

:but you did move on ... to steve

: you always felt bad like you shouldn't move on but then you would remember

A month ago...

"Hey y/n what would happen if you passed like would you want me to move on "

I think it depends..... on the person and how much you loved them I would want you to because you deserve happiness like I do so yes I would want you to because I would never want to see you hurt and not happy I'm not saying you have to or need to but you would know when the time is right

"Yeah I guess so y/n I would want you to move on to and if you do I hope they treat you good you deserve happiness so I would want you to move on "

And that's why I love you

"Come here gimme a kiss "

End of flashback

:know you remember why you loved

The " freak" eddie munson

"All my tears have been used up......... on another love "

And that is the start of the stages series

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After show high

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Warnings ⚠️ piss, spit, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, use of pet names, not beta read we die like men

Also a quick note about my content, please do not tag it with femme/women related tags or comments. I'm a masc enby and write this stuff for gn and masc readers. Of course women and femmes are allowed to enjoy it just pls be respectful thx

It was a late night at the hideout. Eddie and the others were on stage preforming their newest song and you in the crowd along with a few older drunks. Red and blue lights twinkling on the ceiling, surrounding Eddie's face in a halo of light. He always looked so beautiful while preforming.

Halfway through the song during a solo on the drums Eddie picked up a beer bottle. He took a quick swig before spitting it back out onto the crowd. It filled your stomach with a warm feeling, you knew it was just part of the show but you also felt like it might have been for you.

The man on stage had been chugging drinks all night, alternating between warm bottles of water and beer. It's a wonder that he didn't need any bathroom breaks, maybe it was the adrenaline. Deep in thought you didn't realize the show had come to a close.

While the others were packing up the long haired boy jumped off stage and ran up to you, kissing you deeply. "hey babe, enjoy the show" he said while moving his kissing to your jaw.

"yeah it was amazing, I'm always pumped when you play" you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him closer to you. Giggles leaving your throat as he kisses lower and lower.

How about we take this somewhere a little more..private?" Eddie's voice noticably deepened at the last word. With your stomach fluttering and face flushed you quickly pulled him to the back of the bar and into the bathroom.

He pushed you into the stall and locked the door behind his back. You were stuck between the cold porcelain of the toilet and Eddie standing above you. He quickly undid his belt and zipper, pulling his pants just below his thighs. He held his cock in his hands in front of your face. "sorry love before we get to the main event I need to take a leak" you looked up at him, noticing he wasn't taking any measures to move you out of the way.

Instead he just tilted your head back and took your jaw in his large hands. "open up for me lovely" he purred and you did as he said, staying as still as you could and closing your eyes. After a few seconds of silence a warm stream hit your lips and tongue, the man above you letting out a satisfied groan. It filled your throat and overflowed a small bit, dripping to your chin and chest.

Maybe you were still buzzed but at that moment it felt like the most amazing place you could be. Eventually the stream died down and Eddie removed his hand from his cock and put them on your face and in your hair. He smiled down at you lovingly as he saw his work. "just one more thing babe" he moved his jaw and spit in your mouth, letting it mix in with his piss. "now swallow". Nervously you closed your mouth and swallowed, your mouth now feeling empty and the satisfying feeling in your chest gone.

Without realizing it a whimper left your mouth and you looked up at Eddie with expecting eyes. "aw is someone still feeling needy? It's alright pup I'll take care of ya" he grabbed your face roughly and forced your mouth back open with his long fingers. "I'll fill that cute little mouth up in no time"

His other hand held his cock as he stroked it a few times, letting it harden before pushing it towards your waiting mouth. A moan left your lips as he slowly pushed it inside, the warmth once again filling your stomach and chest. When your eyes fluttered to look at him what you saw was probably the most beautiful thing in the world.

Eddie had one of his pale ringed hands in his hair, holding it back to let you look at his face. His soft brown eyes blown out and almost completely black. A red tint on his cheeks leading down to his neck. Teeth biting into his pouting red lips. "fuuuuck babe I've been waiting all night for this" he whined

Feeling a sense of pride you let your tongue move against his cock, feeling every part it was able to. A whimper left his throat and he bucked up into your wet mouth. "God I want to fuck this throat so bad, it's so warm and tight"

With permission you made sure to relax your jaw and throat, pushing your head into his hand. A shocked expression made it's way across his features before his signature grin came back. Fisting your hair tightly he bent over your sitting figure and began fucking into you. Drool and tears starting to flow all you could do was sit and let him use your throat. Groans and moans tore from him, no longer worrying about getting caught, just about finding release.

You closed your eyes and let your other senses take over. Everything was so warm and soft and his musk surrounded you, it was almost heavenly. Above you Eddie rambled on loving praise "that's it baby, take that dick." "So good for me, love that little throat of yours" and mixes of "Jesus fucking Christ and oh god's" this eternity of pleasure ended all too soon though as you could feel Eddie's thrusts start to falter and his moans become cut off and shakey.

With a handful of thrusts left Eddie quickly slammed as deep as he could in your throat before cumming. More warm, thick liquid filling your body and making you whole. A loud broken groan left Eddie's throat as he finished, humping your face gently to get the last of his orgasm out of the way.

Slowly he pulled your face off his cock and smiled down at you, looking as messy as you felt. "how about we take this back to the trailer?" He laughed and rubbed your face comfortingly, trying his best to clean the spit off the bottom half of it. Still high from the moment you nodded quickly and stood up. Pushing past to get out of the stall.

"woah woah woah not so fast lovely, we still need to get you cleaned up and me zipped up" Eddie motioned to his crotch, pants almost around his knees and cock messy and hanging. Your face grows warm and you nod quickly, letting him guide you towards the sink.

There he took some wet paper towels and first wiped himself down. Afterwards stuffing himself back in his pants and loosely redoing his belt. Next he took some extra paper towels and held the back of your neck. As gently as he could wiping your face and neck clean. "what a messy baby you are, can't wait to get you home and ruin you" the purr of his voice made your knees weak, thankful that he was holding you.

After cleaning you up he lead you from the bathroom to the parking lot where his beat up van was sat. After guiding you in and buckling your seatbelt for you he got himself situated and turned on some music, letting it play quietly to keep you in your relaxed state.

When you two got back to the trailer you immediately ran to the bedroom, peeling off each other's clothes. The rest of the night and early morning hours were spent getting high and getting fucked

End

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Marriage (Smut Suit)

Summary: Eddie Munson/Reader; after your wedding you and Eddie take a moment for both of you

Smut (dress) Fluff

“So what’s the one condition you want before getting married?” Eddie smirks and you roll your eyes.

“After we get married.”

“You going to take me for all I’m worth once I make it big then sweetheart?” He laughs when you nod.

“Mhm; gonna steal all your fans and go on tour with you, become more popular. But seriously; after the wedding..”

“You want to cut the cake?”

“We do that together..” You don’t know why you’re so nervous; you’re sure Eddie will agree no matter what.

“I want to take like thirty minutes; it can be less, but just us, before we go to the party..”

“So you want to spend time together once we’re married..” Eddie jerks himself back and you laugh already know he’s going to be overdramatic.

“Y/N! How could you??? The mere thought of spending time with me after we’re married; spending time with your husband; you monster!”

You smile back at him and rest your forehead against his.

“So what are you thinking right now?” You watch his eyebrows furrow.

“We’re married.” He smiles as he says it and you nod waiting for him to expand.

“Seriously Eddie; what are you thinking?”

“I’m going to have to wait for another four hours at least; till I can fuck you.”

“Seriously?”

“Mhm; I’ve been thinking about what you’re wearing under there…” His hand drifts over your thigh and you lean closer to him.

“You thinking the same thing about me?” He smirks and you shake your head.

“Why are you assuming I’m wearing anything under this?” You laugh a little when his hands tighten on your thigh.

“Y/N do not tease me like this…” Your hand trails up his arm as you lean in.

“Who said I’m teasing you pretty boy?” You kiss along his jaw and can feel him tense.

“Y/N we have to go soon…”

“We have fifteen minutes; that’s long enough for you to at least enjoy yourself.”

“We have fifteen minutes huh? That’s far too much time; bet I can fuck you twice against that table; make you come at least three times before that.”

“Three times?”

“Mhm, once with my fingers..” He trails his hand up your thigh, fingers hooking into the waistband of your suit.

“Once with my mouth…” It’s his turn to kiss down your neck and you bite down a moan as his fingers pull at the belt you’re wearing.

“You have to leave that on otherwise my pants will fall down in the middle of cutting the cake…”

“When have we been one for tradition? And you didn’t hear the third way I’ll make you come…”

“With your dick?” He laughs a little and nods, but then smirks.

“Screaming my name actually.” He kisses you as he says this, hands pulling the suit you’re wearing.

“Be good and hold this for me darling..” You whimper a little as his fingers drag over you.

“So good for me already; bet you’ve been thinking about this all day?”

“Yes..” You whine against his mouth and he grins keeping up the teasing tracing he’s doing.

“Eddie…” You groan when he kisses you, fingers of the hand not occupied with the rest of you pushing you back towards the table.

“You’ll be good for me right?” You don’t respond verbally, just nodding as Eddie curves his fingers; hitting every spot that makes you see stars while he bites at your neck.

“You’re a vampire I swear.”

“Only for your love.” He grins before biting down on your lip in order to keep you quiet; as you squirm against him feeling your first orgasm while you’re married.

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xxgothwhorexx · 1 year

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Trailer Park Trash: Prologue

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader.

Reader: Trans Guy . Goth . Femboy . 18

Warnings: This takes place in my own version of Hawkins and ignores the canon timeline and events.

Summary: Reader has just moved to Hawkins, on the first day of school he meets Hellfire.

Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic series, the pacing and grammar aren't perfect but I hope to improve.

First Person Perspective

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I moved to Hawkins for a new life, I'd spent far too much of mine pretending to be someone else. I had grown sick of people I no longer knew calling me by a name that was never mine, so I packed my bags and left.

Why Hawkins? It's actually very simple. I'm repeating my final year of highschool, I don't have the time to work a full-time job and it's suspiciously cheap to buy a place in Hawkins.

I decided to buy a trailer, it'd be easy to maintain and the initial payment wouldn't leave me broke for a month.

...

On the first day of school I walked in wearing my school-appropriate clothes. Based on the stares I was getting Hawkins hadn't seen many goths.

Morning classes went by sluggishly, I was met with snarky comments from my teachers in every class. The bell rang for lunch, I gathered my things and made my way to the cafeteria.

Walking through those doors was overwhelming, the room buzzed from all the chatter, a group of teens ran past almost knocking me over. My attention locked onto someone standing on a table. He's attractive, confident and making fun of social hierarchies.

"-BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!!!" he shouts, after a brief confrontation with one of the jocks he sits down at the table, he's surrounded by an odd group all sporting the same logo on their shirt. Looking around the cafeteria it becomes clear that I won't be welcomed by most of my peers, I decide to try my luck with the hot guy and 'Hellfire'.

"Is this seat free?" I gesture to an empty chair.

"uh-" the group exchange glances then turn towards the guy sitting at the head of the table.

He smiles leaning forward, "You may sit" he makes a large sweeping motion with his arm.

I take a seat, without missing a beat the group resumes their earlier conversation. I want to join but decide to stay quiet, it seems like their friend had ditched them for the basketball team.

The guy stood up abruptly, "It seems luck is on your side little sheep, we have our replacement" all eyes turn to me.

...

And that's how I was indoctrinated into a Satanic cult...

Not actually, turns out Hellfire is just a DnD club. I filled in for their basketball friend that night, luckily I knew enough about DnD to get through the session without a hitch.

After the defeat of Vecna we decided that celebratory pizza was in order. Dustin called shotgun before we set foot outside, the rest of us crammed into the back of Eddie's van.

"BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP, IT'S GONNA BE A BUMPY RIDE!!" Eddie yells over the music booming through his stereo.

When we arrived at Surfer Boy Pizza everyone was in a tangled pile on the floor.

"GET OFF ME!" Mike squealed.

"OUCH!!" Jeff squeaked.

"WHOSE ASS IS IN MY FACE!!?" Gareth shrieked.

Eddie was cackling from the drivers seat.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP ME MUNSON!!!"

...

We all stuffed our faces with pizza, I held the record of three whole slices in my mouth at once.

The guys were both horrified and impressed by my talent, Eddie didn't say a damn thing but the look on his face said it all.

Mike attempted to beat my record only to start choking on the second slice, thank the devil Dustin knew the heimlich maneuver.

After everyone had eaten more than their fill of pizza Eddie dropped them all home, I was the last stop.

"Where do you live pretty boy?" Pretty boy?! Jesus fucking christ this man was gonna be the death of me, my palms were so fucking sweaty.

"The trailer park, just go straight then make a left turn" I start giving directions only to be cut short.

"You're my new neighbor!" His face practically lights up.

"Wha- You live in the trailer park too??" How had I not noticed him??

"Hell yeah! Trailer park trash man!" He raised his hand for a high five, when our hands meet he intertwines our fingers.

I feel the heat rising in my face, my ears and cheeks burning. We remain holding hands for the rest of the ride, I never want this to end.

"Looks like we're here pretty boy" He turned to me, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Yeah I guess we are" He squeezes my hand before letting go.

"See ya tomorrow then"

"See ya then" I hop out of the van and go inside.

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