#transmasculine steve harrington

[intothedysphoria]

When they were in drag, Billy went by Holly.

Apparently it was a reference according to Eddie Munson. A queer icon from the 80s. Steve looked Holly Johnson up one night and admitted he could see why Billy would be drawn to him.

They didn’t really care about gender. Most times Steve saw Billy, they were blending masculine and feminine clothing together seamlessly, not caring about the abuse people hurled at them on the street.

Steve wished he cared that little about how he was perceived.

It might have been two solid years of watching Kalvin Garrah before realising how disgusting those ideas were but Steve still paused at even wearing the colour pink, worried it would somehow negate his transness. All ideas of Steve’s masculinity dependent on a fucking colour.

The very definition of toxic masculinity.

Billy could probably see how insecure Steve was in his identity and that was the reason they never even glanced his way. They spent most of their time at death metal concerts or drag shows, talking to interesting people.

Steve was probably the least interesting man alive.

And of course he was hopelessly in love with Billy.

Well, maybe infatuated was a better term for it but the general gist was there.

So he hung around places that were noisy and crowded and everything Steve hated just to get a look at them. They were absolutely spectacular every time. It almost made all the stress worth it.

Robin asked him why he didn’t just talk to them. Steve responded that he’d talk to Billy when she talked to Heather.

Both of them took a moment to think about how disasterously single they were that night.

Eddie’s birthday took them to a punk bar. Steve wasn’t quite sure how he’d been invited but apparently him and Eddie actually were friends. It was nice, actually being someone’s friend, not just being in a clique.

What Eddie hadn’t mentioned was how loud it would be.

Steve made it through about three songs before he broke. It was clearly a very friendly environment but he just couldn’t cope. Instead he sat on the sidewalk outside, hands shaking slightly as he tried to calm his breathing.

The sensory overload bordering on panic attack was interrupted by the most beautiful voice Steve had ever heard.

“Hey man, you ok?”

Standing above him was Billy Hargrove, dressed in denim head to toe, small bits of glitter adorning their moustache.

Steve could feel his brain leaking out of his ears as he nodded, not sure what to say.

Most people would have walked off after that.

Billy stayed with him the entire night.

They talked to him about their cat, their baby sister, their annoying boss. Steve returned some nervous responses until he gained more confidence and found that talking to Billy was shockingly easy.

It was kind of a bummer when Steve realised he’d have to make his way back to Robin to give her a ride home but she was already arm in arm with Heather, flashing him a thumbs up and waving wildly.

Out of the many things Billy was, they were also incredibly forthright.

Because they just looked Steve dead in the eyes and asked to kiss him. Steve said yes and despite the having to jump wildly because he was so much shorter, it was incredible.

The next morning Steve found himself sitting on the floor of Billy’s apartment while they did his makeup and it was the most at peace he’d felt in a long time.

[steddieas-shegoes]

saturate me, i can't get enough

rated e 4,066 words cw: please read full note below the cut in regards to terminology used in this ficlet/warnings A really big thank you/shoutout to @patchworkgargoyle for proofreading this and giving me a few great suggestions to make sure this was absolutely perfect for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! Also available on ao3.

This labor of love (and smut) is for my favorite transmasc Steve truther, Gerry. I am so grateful for your contributions to this fandom, and I am even more grateful that you welcome me into your chaos (Tig threads I'm lookin' at you 👀). While I may still not think my writing could be a gift to anyone, let alone a talented writer like you, I will just be positive that you'll enjoy this for what it is which is soft and tender fuckin'.

A VERY SERIOUS NOTE FOR EVERYONE ELSE: I am very much a cis woman. I spoke with Ger before even starting on this because I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with me even attempting to write transmasc Steve. I am using masculine and feminine terms for lower anatomy that he uses in his own fics and his own life with his express permission to do so. If you think this might be a trigger for you, please don't read. I wrote this specifically for Ger, and realize that it may not be for everyone. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing!

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If Eddie had known what exactly he was getting into when he asked Steve on a date, he probably would have done it a lot sooner.

He tugged on the silk ropes around his wrist, just tight enough to keep him in place on the bed, but still loose enough that he knew he could pull out of them if he had to.

Steve refused to tie them any tighter.

“Need you to feel safe with me, Eds,” he’d said with a soft kiss to his lips.

As if he could feel anything other than safe with him. As if he hadn’t spent the last five or so months falling in love with him, learning what makes Steve Steve, figuring out how he could fit in Steve’s life.

Somehow, Eddie ended up naked first, tied up in his own bed, breaths heavy with anticipation of what was to come.

And he had very little idea of what was to come.

He’d already been surprised at how quickly Steve took charge of their date, their first kiss, the torturous ride back to Eddie’s apartment where Steve’s hand just brushed against his cock every minute or so.

Now, he was at Steve’s mercy entirely.

Just the thought of Steve leaving him like this while he touched, and kissed, and bit every part of his body was enough to have him leaking.

“Can’t believe how good you look like this,” Steve groaned from his spot between Eddie’s legs.

Oh, his shirt was off.

Finally.

Eddie whined as he saw Steve’s one and only tattoo, a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, on his left side just under the scar from his top surgery.

He wanted to trace the outline with his tongue, maybe mark it up so that it wasn’t just black ink, cover him in purples and blues that would take days to heal.

But he wouldn’t be able to do that now, not with his hands tied above his head and his legs spread wide enough that he couldn’t get leverage to pull himself up or Steve down.

Next time.

“Steve, please,” Eddie begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for at this point other than touch.

“Sorry, baby. You’re just so distracting.”

Eddie knew he was blushing, could feel the heat on his face and neck, on his chest.

His hands were sweaty where he had them clenched into fists, somehow already overwhelmed before even being properly touched.

Steve’s fingers glided across his chest, pausing to pay attention to his only nipple, laughing to himself when Eddie jumped.

“Sensitive? Maybe this one got all the nerves from the other one being gone,” Steve smirked as he leaned down to flick his tongue over the soft, pink flesh of his one remaining nipple.

It was like an electric shock, a fire burning through his veins and Steve’s tongue was the match that lit it.

He arched his back, chasing the feeling as far as he physically could, pouting when Steve pulled away.

“Hey,” Steve touched his cheek, smiling when Eddie relaxed into the touch. “I know we’re moving fast, but I kinda wanna take my time with you. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, thankful that Steve said it first.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of going as far as they could as fast as they could, not at all. Eddie would be happy with anything.

But taking their time?

He would take all night.

“Wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea,” Steve whispered, breath hot against his lips as he leaned back in.

“Me too,” Eddie’s voice trembled.

Steve’s palm settled against his chest, no doubt feeling how hard and fast Eddie’s heart was beating, but not saying anything about it.

Eddie could feel his pulse in his fingertips, in his toes, in his hair.

“You like being tied up?”

Eddie nodded, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and letting his mind drift to thoughts of being like this hours.

“You want me to do what I want? Not let you pick?”

Eddie didn’t even care about his teasing tone, his knowing smirk.

He wasn’t asking for an answer, he was asking for control, and he already had both.

“I think you want me to take over, ride your face maybe? And then your cock?”

Steve was spot on.

Eddie couldn’t count the amount of times he’d pictured that exact scenario in his head. Just last night, while he was cooking dinner, he thought about the way Steve would taste, how he would look while Eddie took him apart with his tongue, his fingers.

He hadn’t even gotten to picture his cock inside him when the fire alarm started beeping to let him know he was burning his supper.

“Yeah, that’s what you want. Don’t even have to say it, I can see it all over your face,” Steve teased.

He could only imagine.

Steve got off the bed, shushing Eddie’s whines with a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Just getting everything else off, Eds.”

It was said to calm him down, but it just caused him to cant his hips upwards, seeking any type of friction on his leaking cock.

Steve’s eyes never left him as he stripped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his feet stepping out of the pant legs as quickly as he could without tripping.

He joined him on the bed again, settling between his legs and staring down at him, eyes holding so much affection that Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it, where to put it all.

When they made eye contact, Steve smiled softly down at him.

“You okay with this?” He asked, wanting to be sure before they got too carried away.

“More than okay,” Eddie nodded. “Wanna taste you so bad, Stevie.”

“I can make that happen.”

Steve untied one of his hands from the bedframe, but didn’t let it touch any part of him yet.

“This is only so you can tap out if you need to. You’re not allowed to touch anywhere except my leg. Three taps if you need to stop, okay?” Eddie nodded. “Show me.”

Eddie waited for Steve to climb up a bit, straddle his chest, the warmth between his legs enough to make him forget for a moment what he was supposed to be doing.

“Eddie. Show me,” Steve’s voice was stern enough to grab his attention again, and Eddie focused on making his shaking hand tap his thigh three times. “Good boy. You can keep your hand there if it’ll help you remember, but no moving unless it’s to tap.”

Eddie’s head felt cloudy already, something he so rarely experienced with anyone, something he hoped he’d get to keep experiencing with Steve from now on.

Steve shifted back down for long enough to leave a kiss on Eddie’s lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he let out a laugh.

“I can feel your heartbeat between my thighs. A bit excited, aren’t you?” Steve teased him again, but Eddie wasn’t complaining. If anything, it just made his heartbeat louder with anticipation at what he was about to get.

“Need you,” Eddie managed to say.

Steve didn’t wait any longer, scooting his body up so his pussy was level with Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie groaned, lifted his head an inch so he could be even closer.

He needed it, needed him. He couldn’t wait any longer to get a taste.

Eddie’s tongue lapped at Steve’s hole, the only part he could reach at the moment, but it was enough.

Steve let out a long moan, gravelly voice letting out a long “yes” as he rocked his hips forward to get Eddie’s tongue inside.

Eddie closed his eyes and let himself be surrounded by Steve.

His slightly musky smell, the sweat that was rolling down his thighs, the surprisingly sweet slick dripping from his pussy, all of it was better than Eddie could have possibly imagined.

The noises got louder as Steve adjusted himself directly over Eddie’s face.

He pulled away just enough for Eddie to catch his breath, but Eddie didn’t want to catch his breath.

“Need your cock, please,” Eddie begged, not caring if he was breaking an unspoken rule, not caring if he suffocated for it.

But he didn’t get in trouble. In fact, he got exactly what he wanted when Steve settled back down, his dick rubbing against Eddie lips in silent instruction.

Eddie opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and moaned.

“God you’re so good,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand on his thigh, squeezing as he rocked back and forth, taking things slower than Eddie expected him to.

Eddie whimpered, letting out what little breath he had as Steve rested more of his weight on his tongue.

“You made me so wet just laying there, all tied up for me, hng,” Steve groaned.

The hand squeezing Eddie’s moved to the headboard, giving Steve just a bit more leverage to bear down and chase his own release on Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie could feel his fingernails digging into Steve’s thighs, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop unless Steve made him.

He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin, his cheeks, his neck, probably making a mess of his hair and the pillow under him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Steve was making low groaning noises now, his pace getting faster every few thrusts back and forth.

Eddie opened his eyes, wanting to try to see what Steve looked like from this angle.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Steve’s head was thrown back, his arm muscles straining as he held onto the bed, leg muscles and stomach tensing as his pleasure started to crest.

The flush that Eddie had barely gotten to enjoy before was now covering his hairy chest and his neck, a few drops of sweat dripping to his stomach.

Eddie hoped he could lick them up after Steve came.

Steve let out a loud whine and one of his hands fell to Eddie’s hair, his fingers tugging at his roots in a way that reminded him he had no control over any of this.

Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands the best that he could, curling his tongue into a sharper point so that on the next thrust, Steve’s dick was given more pointed pressure.

“Fuck!” Steve yelled out. He looked down at Eddie, hair flopping into his face. “You wanna suck it, baby? You can if you want.”

He sounded so close, breathlessly framing his own wants as something Eddie wanted. And Eddie did want those things.

He was starting to realize he wanted everything with Steve.

It should have been a scary thought, especially when this was just the ending of their first date, but instead of worrying about it, Eddie used all the energy and muscle he could to lift his head up and start to suck on his dick.

“That’s it,” Steve panted, holding Eddie’s head against him, not giving him a chance to move away again. “You’re so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard, fuck.”

Eddie started to nod, and the extra movement seemed to set Steve off.

He felt Steve’s thighs clench, then loosen, then clench again, his hand tightening in Eddie’s hair, and a long moan left his body.

Eddie moaned too, and the vibration sent Steve over the edge.

Steve slowed his pace, but didn’t get up, letting Eddie slowly lick along his folds, gathering up the slick dripping out of him.

When Eddie’s tongue brushed over his cock again, he flinched, but let out a huff of a laugh.

“Sorry, baby, you got me so oversensitive already. You’re too good at that,” Steve said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good at what? Being used?” Eddie managed to ask, voice hoarse.

Steve looked down at him as he moved down to settle against his stomach instead.

“Good at being good for me,” he finally said, seriousness ruined by the hint of fondness in his tone and smile.

“Always wanna be good for you, Stevie,” Eddie admitted.

Steve looked at him for a moment, searched his face for any sign of him lying or being too sex-drunk to be realistic.

But whatever was on Eddie’s face must have shown him that he was serious.

“Yeah, baby. I think you could be,” Steve leaned down to kiss him, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Eddie’s lips and tongue, like he wanted to know what they tasted like together.

Eddie felt his cock pulse, felt the tug in his stomach that let him know he was probably much closer than he should be just from eating Steve out for five minutes.

He didn’t have time to be embarrassed though; Steve was moving down his body further, reaching a hand back to touch his cock.

“Wait!” Eddie leaned his head away.

Steve pulled his hand away and looked at him, frowning as he took in the panicked look on Eddie’s face.

“I just, um, I’m close. Like, pretty sure if you touch me, I will cum all over your hand and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again.”

Steve snorted out a laugh.

“What’s wrong with that?” Steve asked, slowly tracing his fingers across Eddie’s waistline, not even looking as he got closer to his cock.

“I…I don’t know?” Eddie admitted.

And truly, he had no idea why he shouldn’t cum. That was the goal of this, and Steve was making it pretty clear he didn’t mind if he did, might even prefer if he did.

The only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want any of this to end.

“Eds, you’ve been so good for me, I kinda want you to feel good, too. Unless you really don’t want to-”

“No! I do!” Eddie ignored the way Steve was trying to cover his laughter. “I just thought you wanted to ride me.”

“Ohhhh. I see. You’re being selfish.”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, teeth audibly clacking together.

No one had ever called him selfish in bed, not even jokingly.

But Steve’s tone wasn’t joking. His face wasn’t joking.

“I guess you think I don’t wanna see you squirming because I’m wringing the third orgasm from you in less than an hour? Is that it?”

“Uh…”

Steve clicked his tongue.

“I planned on you begging to stop soon enough. Unless you want to stop now? Seems like it might be hard to go to sleep like that, though.”

Steve’s brow raised as he glanced behind him for a moment at Eddie’s red and dripping cock, then looked back at Eddie.

“No, please don’t stop. I…can I be inside you?” Eddie was desperate, and didn’t care if he sounded like it.

“You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up good, make sure I feel who I belong to?” Steve asked as he slowly moved back further, his hand firmly grasping the base of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie whined, bucking his hips up, but not making the contact he needed.

“You can if you promise to clean me up after,” Steve’s hand slid up Eddie’s dick slowly, the pressure not nearly enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him whine.

“I promise. Please,” Eddie nodded, his one free hand making a fist in the sheets while his still tied up hand tugged on the binds.

Steve didn’t respond with words, just sat back and guided Eddie’s cock along the inner lips of his cunt, moaning at the sensation.

“So warm,” Eddie groaned.

“Gonna get me all wet again, baby,” Steve rocked his hips slowly, teasing the tip along his folds and against his entrance. “You’re leaking worse than I am.”

Which may be true at this point. Eddie had spent enough time licking up as much of his mess as possible.

Steve sat down on his cock with no warning.

He hissed, clenching his fists and curling his toes to fight off the impending orgasm.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the way Steve’s pussy sucked him in, clenching around him in a way that left him shivering and panting.

“Good?” Steve asked, smug grin the only thing keeping Eddie from losing it completely.

“Yes, yeah, so good, fuck,” Eddie threw his head back, arching his back as Steve slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down.

Fuck, Eddie wasn’t gonna be able to hold off. He’d just have to live with the embarrassment.

Steve reached up to untie his hand, grabbing his wrist and massaging it in his own hands as he moved his hips in circles.

“Wait, you didn’t-”

“Yeah, I did.”

“When?” Eddie knew his brain hadn’t been working for a while now, but he was certain his eyes had been. Steve hadn’t stretched himself on his fingers this entire time, and going from just Eddie’s tongue barely breaching his entrance to suddenly sitting on his cock, no matter how wet he was, had to be at least a little painful.

“Bathroom when we got home,” Steve shrugged.

Steve had been fingering himself in the bathroom not even an hour ago. Without Eddie. Without even making a noise.

God, Eddie was so fucked. Literally.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, smug grin back in place as he guided Eddie’s hands to his own hips. “Think you can do this part or do I have to do everything?”

Eddie gripped his hips, hoping his fingers would leave bruises, and let himself have this. It may only last for another minute, but he was going to make it worth every second.

He lifted Steve up, then dropped him down, smirking at the loud yelp Steve let out.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, this is just a preview,” Eddie growled out.

“Promise?” Steve gasped as Eddie shoved his hips up as he pulled Steve down.

“Swear. Every night you want me to from now on, Stevie,” Eddie slowed his thrusting, felt the tension building in his abdomen.

Steve groaned as he placed his hands on Eddie’s chest and started lifting his hips up on his own, clenching as he moved up Eddie’s cock.

He quickened his pace, little whimpers leaving him every time his ass met Eddie’s thighs.

“You feel so good, Stevie, gonna cum,” Eddie whined as his thighs clenched.

“Yes, yes, please. You’ve been so good, Eds,” Steve nodded, not pausing for a second.

Eddie’s eyes closed without his permission, Steve’s words hitting him right in the chest, making his breath leave him in one long, drawn-out moan.

Steve didn’t slow down, lacing his fingers with Eddie’s and pushing them backwards onto the sheets as he rode Eddie through his orgasm.

“Kiss me, please,” Eddie begged, opening his eyes to look up at Steve’s flushed face. Sweat was beading along his hairline, bangs flopping into his eyes.

Steve’s lips hovered over Eddie’s, not quite making contact, but close enough for their breaths to mingle together, for the small whimpers Eddie was unintentionally letting out to be swallowed by Steve’s hungry tongue as it grazed against his own.

Eddie was coherent enough to pull one of his hands loose, reaching up to cup Steve’s jaw as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

“Can I?” Eddie asked, moving his hand down his neck, tracing a finger along his collarbone. He looked up at Steve’s wide eyes, felt his pace slow to a stop.

“Can you…?” Steve asked, breathless as he tried to figure out what Eddie was trying to ask him.

“Can I touch your cock? Want you to come on mine.”

Eddie felt Steve clench around him, his cock almost over sensitive enough for it to be painful.

“Yeah, I’m close,” Steve admitted, pulling his other hand away to sit back so Eddie had easier access to his dick.

He was dripping, and Eddie’s cum was leaking from his hole now that he’d stopped moving and Eddie was starting to get soft.

Eddie’s fingers gathered up as much as they could, gliding down to where his cock was still inside him and away a few times, just to tease.

“Eddie…”

“Sorry, sorry. Just like touching you,” Eddie smiled up at him, at the way Steve’s back was arched, at the way his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself up.

Steve grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his dick, impatience finally taking over.

“I like you touching me too, but if I don’t get to come again soon, you won’t touch me again for the rest of the night,” Steve snarked.

Eddie loved him.

He didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers so his knuckles rested against the sides of his dick, still teasing, but at least where Steve wanted it now. He didn’t move for a moment, wanted Steve to be desperate enough to rock forward.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whined.

“Look who’s begging now,” Eddie teased. “You’re so hard, sweetheart. Should’ve told me you were this close earlier. Would’ve taken care of you.”

Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Eddie’s knuckles started dragging up and down his dick.

Watching Steve fall apart above him like this, making him fall apart, especially when he’d been the one in control all night, was making Eddie feel unstoppable.

This was all he ever wanted: making Steve feel good in any way Steve wanted or needed.

Eddie started jerking his fingers faster, watching as Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuuuuuck,” Steve groaned, shifting his hips up for more pressure, for anything else he could possibly get.

“That’s it, Stevie. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you.”

And just like Steve’s words had done for Eddie before, Eddie’s must have been the final straw for Steve.

Steve’s thighs shook as he came, his fingers digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he fell forward, trapping his hand against his pulsing dick.

“Hmm,” Steve moaned out as his grasp loosened, leaving half-moons in Eddie’s skin.

Eddie knew he would be hard again soon. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if he got hard while still inside Steve.

But Steve’s eyes opened, and Eddie somehow fell further.

“I don’t wanna stop,” Steve whispered, leaning in to kiss along his jawline, letting his teeth gently brush against his chin before pecking his lips.

“I’ve got perfectly good fingers. Or…” Eddie leaned up to kiss him, smirking when he felt Steve grind against him. “You could also fuck me.”

Steve’s responding groan was muffled by Eddie’s chest, a laugh immediately following.

“As much as I would love to, and will as soon as I have energy, I was thinking maybe we could just…stay like this?” Steve looked up towards the end, a pink blush coating his cheeks unlike anything Eddie had ever seen on him before.

Steve didn’t get embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t get flustered, at least not where others could see him.

He was Mr. Charming, the smoothest guy around, the one who always knew how to respond in a flirty situation.

But right now, all Eddie saw was vulnerability, his eyes mirroring back the love Eddie felt but hadn’t put into words.

“Like this or on our sides?” Eddie whispered, not wanting the moment to be broken.

“Like this for now.”

Eddie gave a single nod, not mentioning that they should probably clean up a little, or the fact that Robin would be home soon and the bedroom door was wide open.

Steve kissed his chest before he settled with his head in the crook of his neck, breath hot against Eddie’s pulse point.

Eddie’s cock was hard again inside Steve, but both of them ignored it, savoring the feeling of finally having each other.

Steve was asleep quickly, and Eddie let his mind wander as he traced his fingers up and down Steve’s back.

This first date felt a lot like the beginning of a long future.

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When Eddie woke up the next morning, his cock was in Steve’s mouth, and Steve already had two fingers in his hole, lube slowly dripping between his cheeks.

“What a way to wake up,” Eddie moaned.

Steve pulled off of him, already smirking, lips red and glistening with spit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie. Keep going,” Eddie’s voice was rough from sleep.

“You got it, baby.”

[gerrystamour]

here i have found some peace of mind

Rated E | Steddie | 7 Chapters | Complete WC: 60,000

Additional tags: Modern AU, Transmasc Steve Harrington, Switch!Steddie

Steve Harrington works at a hotel in Chicago, responsible for making and managing reservations for groups of all kinds: corporate, tours, entertainment, you name it. When some famous metal band signs a contract for rooms three months ahead of their concert date, Steve is swept into a flirtatious back-and-forth with someone he as been led to believe is the tour manager, Chris Cunningham, and quickly finds himself falling for the man... Eddie Munson is a rockstar still riding the high of Corroded Coffin finally, finally making it big, but with the fame he finds himself almost lonelier than he was before. So when he answers his tour manager's phone and a nice guy with a cute voice starts calling him "Chris," Eddie plays along and maybe gets a bit carried away...

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[fuctacles]

Eddie picks up a vaginal health pamphlet and really fixates on the part that tells him to "air it out as often as posibble". He's all for that, he's dedicated, he's giddy knowing there's a valid excuse to walk around half naked. He warns EVERYONE to give him a heads up before entering his room.

Steve hates it. Because all he can think about is that on the other end of Hawkins Eddie might be winnie-poohing it around his bedroom while reading, playing the guitar, writing. He tries to be a good friend about it, he knows Eddie is trans and it doesn't matter, he wants to be supportive whenever he gets excited about his body. Even if just thinking about it drives him mad. He's determined to be normal about it, he's a king of friendzone after all, but the newest development in Eddie's antics makes it even harder.

Because one day, instead of putting on a pair of pants to meet his guest, Eddie opens his door wearing a skirt. Steve eyes the new outfit with surprise, but schools his face to fall back into his supportive friend mode.

"Nice skirt," he says with a smile.

Eddie grins at him, swaying his hips to show off the new garment.

"Thanks. It's way easier to go commando."

Steve's dead. The words are like an arrow through his brain. Gray matter is leaking through his ears and he can barely focus on what Eddie is saying at any time because the guy does not follow the skirt etiquette. His legs are spread as always when he sits, and he only barely catches himself before throwing one leg over the other. Steve begs him to put on a movie he can focus on instead.

He realizes then that he has to talk to Robin about it. He needs a proper pep talk before he tells Eddie he has a massive Thing for him and would really appreciate if he wore underwear when they're hanging out.

[check out my SBB fic while you're here] [ko-fi]

[steviewashere]

Be My Lover 🔞Minors DNI🔞

Okay, hi, it's me again. Feral and horny over another thought.

Rating: Explicit CW: Genitalia referred to with actual names (i.e. Stevie's cock, Eddie's vagina.), Alcohol Use, Drunk Sex (They're Both Slightly Tipsy) Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, T4T, Transfeminine Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, First Meeting, Hookup, Getting Together, Bathroom Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Safe Sex, Daddy Kink, Nipple Sucking, Grinding, Fondling, Groping, Making Out, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Princess, Gay Bar, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Gentleman

Title from "Be My Lover" by La Bouche

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🏳️‍⚧️—————🏳️‍⚧️ The club is packed with bodies. Sweaty, dancing bodies. Music thumping, upbeat and bright all around. People shouting over the sounds, drinks sloshing in hand, some of them shirtless, some hairy and big, some small and flexible.

Stevie's freshly out, still in the beginning stages of her transition. A pin on her clothes to signal. But she wanted a night out where she can truly feel and be herself and be respected as such. Hair long to the middle of her back, wavy, and smelling of fresh berries from her hairspray. Her makeup is shiny, heavy blush on her cheeks, lips a light cherry red. Wearing a sequined, baby pink, spaghetti strap, v-neck dress. It's not short, goes right to her knees. Her muscular, smooth, thick (delicious, if you're in Eddie's brain) legs on display. White, closed toe heels on her feet. She's not exactly there to put on a show, but can feel the weight of somebody's gaze on her and finds she doesn't mind it.

She turns to see a man staring at her. His eyes are big, round, and deep. Enticing. Frame lithe and loose. Leaning against the bar, holding a glass of something honey brown—whiskey or bourbon, Stevie can't tell. He's wearing tight black jeans that leave no room for the imagination, white cropped t-shirt that reads something like Accept but the word is faded, and some beat up low-top black Converse. Honestly, he looks to fit better in a dive bar. But he's got a pin by his collar—the bisexual pride flag. And one a little bigger than that, the trans pride flag.

Immediately, she's intrigued.

Instead of continuing to dance with the strangers around her, she strides over to the bar. Her heels clicking against the concrete floor. He startles straighter against the bar once he notices her coming over. But when she slows slightly, giving him more time to really consider the opportunity that's arising, he relaxes. A smirk on his face, eyes not so subtly raking over her body.

When she finally stops in front of him, hands clasped below the small pouch of her belly, he locks his stare. Pupils dilated. Something already heated about them. This guy is a little shorter than her, not by much maybe just an inch, but she thinks she'd be able to pick him up if needed. Which may be very needed if this goes the way she wants it to.

"Mind if I join you?" she asks sweetly, gesturing to the empty stool next to him. Instead of speaking, he gestures enthusiastically to the seat. Even going so far as to pull it out for her to sit in. She settles easily, red flushing her cheeks darker, and gazes at him as he sits down, too. "Thank you," she murmurs.

"Pretty girls don't pull out their own seats," the guy purrs. Now that he's closer to her, she can smell him. His musk, deep and spicy. Like whiskey and cinnamon. The faintest scent of a cigarette freshly smoked. There's stubble on his jaw, most likely prickly if she were to brush her fingers on it. His ears are pierced. And his hair...She's in love with it. Down to the top of his chest, curly and dark brown, the softest thing she's ever seen.

She doesn't even notice that she's checking him out until a hand cups her jaw, raises her head gently, and then their eyes are meeting again. That smirk is back. And there's a dimple on his cheek.

And Stevie thinks she might be halfway in love already.

Eloquently, she mumbles, "Huh?"

He chuckles, deep in his chest. She melts into his hand still on her jaw. His thumb swipes down her cheek in short stripes. "Asked if you wanted anything to drink, babygirl."

"Oh!" she quietly exclaims. Her face heats up impossibly more. Wonders, very briefly, if he can feel it, too. "Oh, uh, just a cold Miller? That's what I usually get."

The guy slinks his hand away and Stevie already mourns the loss. Hums. "Beer drinker, huh? Could you be any more insatiable?"

"Mm, I dunno. If we get some time alone, you could find out?"

His pale cheeks turn lightly pink in the quick flash of white light that hits him. He clicks his, now noticeable, ringed fingers on the bar's counter. "Maybe I could once I get your name, baby?"

"Stevie," she responds a little too quickly. "And you?"

"Eddie," he states warmly. Leans in to her space. Whispers, "Daddy, if you're lucky by the end of the night."

He leaves her space as quick as he entered it, waves the bartender down, orders her drink, and finishes off his own glass. She can only blink, mouth slightly ajar. Wondering if he'll notice her rapidly appearing bulge when he turns back. Finds that she wouldn't mind that at all. Wouldn't mind leaving here tonight a little more peppy than before.

When her beer arrives, they talk back and forth for a while. Jobs. "Mechanic on the weekdays, musician on the weekends," he says. Preferences. "You," he flirts—she squirmed at that one.

She's pleasantly buzzed, but not full on drunk. Aware and slightly floating. They're closer than they were before. Almost sharing the same stool. His right hand is on her back, rubbing lightly up and down her spine. Her left hand on his thigh, squeezing near his crotch, relishing in how he hums at the sensation.

He rests his chin on her shoulder. And in her left ear, husks, "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." Tentatively, Eddie presses a sticky kiss to her earlobe. "Can't believe I found you first, baby." His nose is buried in her hair, tickling at her scalp. Fingers at the base of her neck, dully scratching at her skin over moles. Lips moving down to her bare neck. Against her skin, "Fuck, you smell delicious, sweetheart," he mumbles.

"Ed," she quietly whines. "Not here in front of—"

"Bathroom?" he asks in a hushed voice. "Could lock the door. Muffle your delightful sounds with my palm. Make you feel good. You want that, baby?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Yes, Eddie. Please," she lightly moans.

In a matter of seconds, he's laid out the money for his tab, left their empty cups on the counter, and dragged them bodily towards the unisex bathroom. He shoves first into the restroom, leaving her leaned against the door. Locks it. And presses close into her space.

She lays her hands on his lower back, dangerously close to his ass. He kisses across the front of her neck, over her Adam's apple, down to the dip in her collarbones. Suckles lightly on her bare skin, close to the right spaghetti strap of her dress, over her heart. Nibbling gingerly on her soft skin.

Her head thunks back onto the door. Moaning openly as his teeth work harder. She scoots her hands down onto his asscheeks, cupping them in her palms, and squeezes heftily with his bite. "Ed—Eddie, fuck," she breathes.

He pulls back, a thin string of saliva connecting them. "Am I able to touch you, sweetheart?"

She nods hastily. "Please," Stevie whimpers, "don't wanna come on my dress."

"Fuck, baby, alright," he mewls. Carefully, he pulls down the straps of both her dress and her bra. She's not that big on her chest, not yet, but he eyes her like she's a masterpiece. And that makes her feel brave. His thumbs massage at the top of her breasts, down on the outsides, and then he cups her in both of his palms. Brings his mouth to her right nipple and latches on gently.

The estrogen she takes makes her chest incredibly sensitive. Noticeable, especially now, with Eddie's hot saliva drowning over her rapidly hardened bud. The way her legs shake underneath her, her hands spasming where she still gropes Eddie's ass. She lolls her head back and forth over the door, hair scraping. Eyes rolled back and mouth open in a raspy, breathy moan.

His tongue laves over in clockwise circles. Her lonely breast being gently soothed with his hand. Thumb massaging over her freed nipple. And then, he changes his attention to solely focus on her left breast. She can't help the way her hips buck forward, bulge pressed tightly against his knee. Moaning brokenly and wanton at the contact.

He pulls back again. Eyes heavy, lids halfway closed, lips spit slick. Hungry. His hands move from her still exposed chest down to her hips, at the pudge that's begun to form there. Eddie squeezes gently at her new thickness, moving closer and closer to her crotch. She watches in a daze, already panting heavily, spit rapidly cooling.

"Condom," she finally works out, rasping. "Tucked in the waistband of my panties."

His eyes widen slightly, bouncing back to her. He grins. "Well, you come prepared, don't you?"

"Don't want to make you an actual daddy, do we?" she teases. "Come on," she whines, "I'm so fucking horny right now."

"Alright, babygirl, I've got you," he coos. His hands move down to the bottom of her dress. Feeling underneath the skirt, up her thick thighs, to where the waistband of her panties dig into her hips. The crinkle of the condom wrapper loud between them as she rasps above. "Got it, baby. How do you wanna do this?"

"How much do you weigh?"

He quirks an eyebrow. "That's kind of—"

"I'm lifting you, dumbass." She snorts. "Come on, Daddy. Wanna make you feel good," she teases once more.

Eddie rolls his eyes, but the flush is hard to hide in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. "150. Let me get us ready, baby. I'll be quick and careful, promise."

"I trust you," Stevie whispers. And finds that to be the truth.

Something glistens in his eyes when they lock stares again. But it's gone quickly as he ducks down. Puts his hands under the dress again. And peels her lacy, pink as her dress panties down her legs. She whines the moment his warm hand makes contact with her cock. He's slow and meticulous with wrapping the condom onto her. When he's done, he steps back, chucks his sneakers off, works his jeans down to the linoleum floor, and spits into his palm.

With heavy lids, she watches him touch himself. Gently circling where his clit is, teasing the wiry pubic hair on his vagina. He slides his middle finger in to the second knuckle, the same with his ring finger. And rubs gently, yet quickly. His teeth bite into his plush bottom lip. Breathing heavy through his nose. Eyes almost closed with arousal. Sweat building on his happy trail.

Finally, he pulls his fingers free. They're pruned on the fingertips. Vagina slick with want. He wipes his hand on his exposed belly, steps forward, and lifts the hem of her dress.

She wraps her arms back around him, pulling him in tight and close. Ready to come already, just from his display. "You ready?" Stevie husks. "I'll lift you, wrap you legs around my waist. I've got you."

"I know you won't drop me, babygirl. I'm ready whenever you are, no rush."

At his confirmation, she hefts him up underneath his asscheeks. Resting his ass on the shelf she's created with her forearms. He responds immediately by wrapping his legs around her, squeezing at her lower back with his calves. His hands lift up the skirt of her dress, draping it over his legs and where Stevie's cock is about to go inside him. The prickly hair on his legs rubs against her bare sides.

Eddie peels his t-shirt off. Top surgery scars on display, beautiful on the underside of his chest. And he presses against her bare breasts. Their nipples rubbing up against each other.

She moans, squeezes under his ass, and finally worms the first few inches of her cock inside of him. His breath catches, moaning high into her ear. And then his lips on hers, messy and filthy and hungry. She's ready to be devoured.

He raises himself slightly. Grinding down onto her cock. Getting the last of her girth inside of him. Moaning breathless right into her mouth, she can't help but breathe air back into his lungs. Their noses plunge into each other. Chests burning as they rub at one another. His socked feet warm and pressing into the small of her back.

Eddie's kisses are tender, loving, and careful. Each roll of his hips is almost like a love letter to her. His hands resting on her shoulders, squeezing, dull fingernails digging into her soft flesh—all of it like a promise.

She's never been taken care of like this before. Even as she's slightly tipsy now, nothing's ever been this good. Nobody's ever been this good to her. It almost makes her want to cry.

"Fuck, Daddy," she breathes into Eddie's mouth. "Fuck, you feel amazing." His heat warms her through the condom. She can imagine what it's like without it. With his slick pre-come dripping down to the base of her cock, between where her thigh meets her groin. Getting messy, filthy, painted with it. To be shiny and glistening with it.

"Yeah, baby?" Eddie husks. "You're a fucking dream, Stevie. So lucky," he babbles, "so lucky to have you. Pretty girl, prettiest."

She whines instead of responding, grinding up into him. Faster and faster still. Her orgasm is close. Tingling low and warm and heavy in her belly. Into the tops of her thighs, burning. Her forearms dig into the meat of his ass.

With one final thrust, a broken moan on her lips, she comes undone. Just as he yelps something raw and low into her ear. She swears she feels it, his slick dripping onto the tops of her feet, bare where her heels don't cover.

It's the best thing she's ever felt, sans this night with Eddie.

Carefully, Eddie's legs unwrap from her. Her arms jelly like and hanging limp at her sides once he's back on the ground. Bare chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. He walks back towards the roll of toilet paper by the toilet, rips off a wad, and saunters back.

"Can't," she pants, "can't believe you're basically naked in this nasty restroom."

Eddie shrugs. "I've had sex in worse places," he states nonchalantly. He drops down to his knees, unrolls the filled condom from Stevie's slow to limp cock, and wipes her reverently with the toilet paper.

She grimaces. "Ew," Stevie murmurs, "I don't even wanna know."

He hums as he stands back up, her panties pulled back up, and tosses their mess away. "Next time we'll do it in one of our beds, baby. Don't worry," he says warmly, softly. His bare back and ass is towards her as he wipes at himself, cleaning up the slick slowly dripping down the insides of his thighs. "I'll make sure to have the softest sheets for you, princess. And a cold bottle of water for after. Make you my favorite post-sex sandwich. It'll be better."

As Stevie stuffs her breasts back into her bra and places the straps on her shoulders, she takes a swift inhale of breath. He's still naked and wiping at himself. Acting as if he didn't promise her the world. "Really? You...You wanna have sex with me again?"

Eddie looks over his shoulder. Eyes soft and earnest. "Yeah, if you'll have me. I'm not letting the most beautiful girl get away. Especially knowing that she's the best lay I've ever had."

Something warms inside of her. He saunters back, scoops up his clothes, and begins to redress himself. She takes a tentative step forward, while his t-shirt is hanging on his elbows. Drops a sweet little kiss to his cheek. "And you're the most handsome guy I've had the pleasure of meeting. Maybe...You wanna get dinner with me tomorrow?"

He pulls his shirt over his head. Scoops his hair out of the collar. And then kisses her back. Directly on the lips. Soft and slow and achingly tender. "Of course, princess. I'd be honored."

When she leaves that night, that pep in her step, stomach warm with bar nachos and tender words, and Eddie's number—she knows she's already in love.

🏳️‍⚧️—————🏳️‍⚧️ I wrote this instead of sleeping. I have jury duty in a few hours, so. Gotta make sure y'all are fed before I go offline for some several hours later. ;)

[sourw0lfs]

WC: 3,557 | Chapters: 1/5 | Warnings: None | Rating: E

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Heather Holloway (mentioned), Benny Hammond (mentioned)

Tags: Chef Steve Harrington, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Whump, POV Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, Mutual Pining, Getting Back Together, Moving In Together, Steve Harrington is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson is Bad at Feelings, Hotel Sex, Breaking Up & Making Up, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth is a Little Shit (Stranger Things), Corroded Coffin is done with these idiots, Idiots in Love, Corroded Coffin Going On Tour, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Eddie Munson's Guitar Pick, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington

Summary:

Starting with a new client should have stopped being so nerve-wracking five years ago, but Steve can’t help the anxious butterflies fluttering around his stomach as he hits the end call button. It’s his first job since… well, everything, and he can’t help but be a little anxious. There’s something scary about just being him now instead of them. Even if they never really were them in the first place. Not when it came to work. OR: The one where Steve is a traveling personal chef working for Corroded Coffin

FIC by @sourw0lf

ART by @inflomora-art

BETA'd by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

Written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

[dangerous-disposition]

!!!!!!! something that was super exciting to me!!!!!

Transmasculine Steve Harrington finally autopopulates as a popular tag???? Amazing!!!!!

It did NOT the last time I posted a transmasc Steve fic

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Letter to Santa

by steddiehands86 (WynnaPendragon)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Original Female Character(s), Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington's Parents Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, DILF Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Holidays, Secret Santa, Letters to Santa, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Gay Eddie Munson, Gay Chrissy Cunningham, Everyone’s gay here, all gay all the time, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Matchmaker Chrissy Cunningham, Light Angst, Fluff and Humor, Touch-Starved Steve Harrington, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Boyfriend as a present, Slight hint of somnophilia, Blink and you’ll miss it, Deaf Steve Harrington, signing to communicate, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Kid Fic, Transmasculine Maxine "Max" Mayfield Words: 28,490 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Steve is a lonely single dad whose daughter writes a letter to Santa that goes missing. Eddie just so happens to find it and reading it, he and Chrissy vow to make her Christmas wish come true. Or Secret Santa fic 2023!

[stranger-rants]

I don’t know how to explain this. But. Joe Keery has undeniable transmasculine swag. Now I’m not saying that he is transmasc or anything, I’m just saying he radiates a powerful transmasculine energy and as a trans man every transmasc I know viciously latches onto any characters he portrays. It’s just so powerful. I look at Steve Harrington and I genuinely forget he’s canonically cis. You know that one interview he did where him and Gaten found out some of the most searched questions about him? When Joe read that one question that asked if he was pregnant and he burst out laughing, I only found out he was cis then. I’m not saying that he’s trans at all, there’s just something about him that really encapsulates the experience of being a trans teen or young adult in a powerful way and it’s a shame he’s never played a trans character because I weirdly feel he would nail it. This is probably one of the most unhinged asks you’ve gotten but I really need you to throw me a bone here, I’m losing my mind because am I really the only person who thinks this??? I’m surprised there’s so little trans Steve works tbh

I don't think it's unhinged to relate to a character or the actor who plays them because their gender expression gives you euphoric feelings. Billy gives me gender envy sometimes, and I'm agender.

[steddieas-shegoes]

thank you gerry much

It's time forrrrr weekly fic recs! These are my top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors, but please check their AO3/masterlists because they have so many amazing things to read and sometimes what I love most isn't what you might love most!

This week is transmasc Steve truther, Sleep Token cult leader, @steves-strapcollection/@gerrystamour! Gerry is probably singlehandedly responsible for the transmasculine Steve Harrington tag on AO3 and I couldn't be prouder of his hard work. He also is responsible for the creation of quite possibly the hottest OC to ever exist: our boyfriend, Tig (more below). Cannot put into words how special Ger is to me and this fandom as a whole. As always, read the tags, don't like, don't read, and consider me the personal attack dog for him if you aren't nice 😇 And as with all of the recs, NSFW is below the cut, minors DNI with me or with Gerry!

ger's ao3 | ger's writing tumblr | ger's fandom tumblr

here i have found some peace of mind Rated E | 60,434 words I can't put into words how incredible this is. The moment Ger announced this fic, I was hooked like a damn fish. It's his pride and joy, his magnum opus, his gift to the world. One of many favorite lines: “Steve, you just sucked my soul out of my cock , don’t be fucking modest,” Eddie laughed, lifting his hands to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes. “We didn’t even make it to my bunk, Steve. I had everything set up, then you came in here and got on your knees like the perfect wet dream you are, and you’re gonna act like you don’t know exactly how good you are?”

i could be honest, i could be human Rated E | 48,581 words This fic. HOOOOOO BOY. This fic has it all. It has the angst, it has the soft boys, it has the idiots, it has the gentle tender nasty fuckin'. And its follow up properly introduces TIG. i can't tell where you end and where i start is the first time I read anything so focused on an OC, especially when it's Steve and an OC. Tig is built different. He is and always will be our boyfriend. And let me just say, for the record, he is even hotter than this fic gives him credit for. He's been even MORE developed since and god help us all. Favorite thing: Just the fact that we've been given an OC that is so incredible. He's inspired people to do more with OCs and I think it's great. Tig is my hero, and Ger is my hero for making him THE hottest fictional man to ever exist.

you're in the walls that i made with crosses and flames Rated E | 7,659 words This was a birthday fic for @legitcookie (who will be featured on a rec soon!) and I would venture to say it may be one of the most romantic tender fuckin' scenes I've read to date. Ger sent me the scene from Atonement and I...changed as a human. Favorite lines: “Stevie,” Eddie breathed, the corners of his mouth ticking upward in something close to a smile, even as the next fluttering blink had the tears barely clinging to his lashes falling down his cheeks.

And Steve was helpless, staring up at the beautiful man in his arms, and he had to blink his own tears away as they blurred his vision. “Eds,” he said, not even bothering to hide just how awed and overwhelmed he was to have Eddie like this again. Steve made a promise to himself that he would make up for every single day he made this man feel unwanted, unworthy, unloved.

[gerrystamour]

push down into membranes and layers

Explicit | Steddie | 4100 Words | Complete

[ FIRST FIC ] [ PREVIOUS FIC ]

Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic... CW: Cunnilingus, vaginal fingering and sex, squirting, something that might be watersports idk I'm not looking at that too closely

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Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic. However, Eddie really couldn’t complain about having two of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his life, and he could smell either pancakes or waffles being made.

He was pretty sure he was in love.

With a grunt, Eddie pushed himself up off the bed, blushing at how slick he was between his cheeks. “Just how much lube did Steve put in the syringe last night?” he grumbled to himself as he grabbed his boxers off the floor and shuffled over to the bathroom.

The two dildos that Steve used on him the night before were on the counter drying, and looking at them in the morning while he was sore and still leaking apparently just deepened his blush. He thought the second cock was much smaller than the first, but honestly, now that his brain wasn’t flooded with hormones demanding he be fucked within an inch of his life he realized that any difference in their sizes was negligible.

How was that for post-nut clarity?

“Who leaves them on the bathroom counter like that?” Eddie complained as his ears grew warm with his blush.

Turning his attention away from them, he worked on cleaning himself up a bit. There was a towel and a washcloth set out on the edge of the tub which seemed like an invitation for Eddie to shower. And honestly, a shower sounded divine.

Deciding to be quick so he didn’t miss out on whatever food Steve was making, Eddie tied his hair up in a bun and hopped into the shower. If he washed his hair, he would be in there all day, and he didn’t want to overstay his welcome like that. Yes, he was pretty sure he had some of Steve’s slick in his hair from when the man sat on his face, but he could deal with that at home.

Once he was done in the shower, Eddie felt a lot better. Still very sore, but at least he wasn’t sticky, or in some places crusty anymore. Seriously, he was going to have to lay down some ground rules about not being fucked until he passes out unless Steve cleaned him up really well after.

Leaving his hair up, Eddie put his boxers on and limped out to the kitchen to see what Steve was making. He was not prepared for the sight that was waiting for him.

Steve was standing at his counter, his back to Eddie as he hummed along with the song coming from a speaker on top of the fridge. His hair was still a wild mess, as if he didn’t even try to tame it when he got up, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a dark blue apron. There was nothing covering the tanned, freckled expanse of Steve’s back other than the strings tied around his waist and the Barbie tattoo Eddie put on his shoulder blade.

Eddie wanted to taste every single one of Steve’s freckles and moles.

With a low sound, Eddie stepped close behind Steve and placed his hands on his waist before winding his arms around him. When Eddie rested his chin on Steve’s shoulder, he could see that the man was smirking down at the waffle iron.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Steve teased, and Eddie narrowed his eyes, dipping his mouth to bite his shoulder lightly. “Hey! Quit it,” Steve laughed, reaching back to dig his fingers into Eddie’s side, immediately finding a tickle spot.

With a squawk, Eddie went to jump away from that hand, then hissed at the soreness in his lower back and ass.

“You okay, babe?” Steve asked softly, taking the waffles out of the waffle iron before turning around in Eddie’s arms.

His expression was impossibly gentle in a way that made Eddie’s stomach squirm. The front of the apron had the words ‘kiss the cook’ embroidered—messily and crookedly—across the chest, and Eddie couldn’t deny an order like that if he wanted to.

“Was it too much?” Steve asked when Eddie pulled back, and now his face looked guilty, unsure, or worse, ashamed. That expression after the last twelve or so hours looked wrong on Steve, but Eddie could tell there was something deeper there.

“No!” Eddie quickly said, shaking his head with a little laugh. “No, not too much, it was perfect. It was a lot but not—just not used to being fucked that much.”

Steve smirked at that a bit before raising a hand to cup Eddie’s cheek. “Sounds like something that should be fixed, huh?” he hummed teasingly, tilting his lips up for a slow kiss. “I’m happy to volunteer my services, of course.”

Eddie laughed against Steve’s mouth before pressing close for more sweet kisses. “I bet you are, big boy,” he said after a bit, sighing a bit dreamily as he added, “You’ve got quite the collection of accessories.”

“That’s what I said, remember?” Steve teased, and Eddie nodded with a grin.

“Steve, that line of yours has haunted me,” he admitted before letting out a dramatic groan. “Knowing exactly the sort of accessories you’ve got isn’t going to make that any less of a problem.”

Steve just smirked, tipping his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze. “I think I like the idea of you thinking about my cocks,” he teased, and Eddie felt heat beginning to pool south.

Jesus, he had been fucked, thoroughly so, twice in the last twenty-four hours and he was still somehow getting horny again? What did Steve Harrington do to him?

Then Eddie thought about the night before, the half-awake romp and how, to his embarrassment, he had pretty much passed right out after Steve somehow fucked another orgasm out of him. Eddie hadn’t even returned the favour, which went against everything he stood for as a partner.

That—partner—had Eddie stopping his thoughts in their tracks, because ‘partner’ sounded a bit heavy without discussing that with Steve.

As if sensing the direction Eddie’s thoughts had veered, Steve got an adorably shy expression on his face, and he glanced away. “I wanted to talk about this,” Steve started, pointing back and forth between their chests. “About us. Before we kept going or whatever.”

Eddie’s stomach dropped a bit, suddenly terrified that Steve could tell just how much Eddie was into him even without the sex. The sex was going to make Eddie’s feelings even more unbearable, but he figured it was worth it.

“I’m happy with casual,” Eddie blurted with a half-shrug, and the lie was made very obvious with the way his voice broke just a bit. “If that’s what you wanted, I mean.”

Steve was looking at him again with that bitchy, judgmental look that was, unfortunately, irrevocably tied to Eddie’s boner as he discovered right that second in the middle of Steve’s kitchen. When Eddie moved to discreetly tip his hips back, Steve just reeled him in tighter with a knowing eyebrow raise.

“You think I did all that last night just for casual hook-ups with you, Eds?” Steve asked, and Eddie could tell it was a genuine question, but his tone had a delicious edge of condescension to it that was really doing something for Eddie.

“I don’t know, did you?” Eddie asked with a shrug, trying to play it off as teasing. He felt like he was mostly successful in doing that, but Steve just frowned at him. With a huff, Eddie said, “Seriously, Steve, I don’t really have people lining up to actually date me, so I kinda need it spelled out.”

Steve was still frowning at him, but there was an amused quirk of his lips. “Other people are idiots, then. But Eddie, I need you to know something,” he said, his expression turning incredibly serious as he leaned in closer to Eddie’s face. “I’ve been trying so hard to date you for months.”

Eddie couldn’t help the stunned, disbelieving giggle that tumbled out of his throat at that, shaking his head. “No way,” he said, and Steve just rolled his eyes affectionately.

“I’ve been trying to ask you out since that one-shot I played with your club, Eds,” Steve insisted. “Couldn’t seem to get you alone though.”

“You could’ve called me, or texted me,” Eddie insisted, thinking back over the months and how he avoided being alone around Steve because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying something inappropriate.

“I don’t ask people out over text, dude,” Steve said, making a face at the suggestion. Then he sighed and pulled Eddie in tighter against his front. “Seriously, I would like to date you, Eddie, and I would also like to use every single one of my cocks on you eventually.”

Eddie blushed, both at the heartfelt intimacy and the filthy images Steve’s words brought up. “Even the boring ones?” Eddie asked, blushing darker at Steve’s grin.

“None of them are boring with the way I use them, Eds,” Steve practically purred as he coaxed Eddie into a hungry kiss.

It didn’t take long for them to lose themselves to the kiss, groaning into each other’s mouths as Eddie rocked his half-hard cock against Steve. Eddie let Steve take control of the kiss, melting against him as Steve’s hands slid up under Eddie’s shirt, spreading his fingers across the bare skin of Eddie’s back.

Rutting his hips forward against Steve again, Eddie remembered the night before, how he felt about not reciprocating, and how it appeared that Steve was his partner now, so he didn’t have to shy away from that.

Steve pulled away just a bit, barely putting an inch of distance between their lips, and said a bit breathlessly, “We should eat some breakfast.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie agreed, and part of him definitely wanted to eat the waffles Steve had prepared. But Eddie was thinking about something else he would like to get his mouth on. It was just his luck that Steve loosened his hold on Eddie, probably to let him go sit down at the table.

With a quiet hum, Eddie hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Steve’s boxer briefs, sliding them down as he got to his knees at Steve’s feet. Steve was still wearing the apron, still covered up and hidden from Eddie’s hungry gaze, but it was still so perfect.

“Eds, what’re you doing?” Steve asked, even as one of his hands found itself tangled in the messy bun Eddie had put his hair into.

“Choosing my breakfast,” Eddie said cheekily, lifting his hands to hike the apron up. The moment Eddie’s eyes landed hungrily on the thick patch of dark hair between Steve’s thighs, he let out a soft sound and kissed Steve’s hips.

Letting out a soft, contented sound wrapped around a laugh, Steve spread his legs a bit and hooked a knee over Eddie’s shoulder, reeling him in. “Well, eat up, sweetheart,” Steve practically purred, and Eddie didn’t have to be told twice.

The groan that left Eddie as his lips wrapped around Steve’s dick was low and heavy, his tongue sweeping over it before he sucked happily. Eddie figured Steve had gotten cleaned up at some point after getting up, but he could remember the way Steve had tasted the night before. The salt of his slick mixing with that of his sweat, the smell of Steve’s arousal as he rode Eddie’s face. The memory of it was enough to have Eddie whimpering and pressing closer, desperate for that taste again.

Above him, Steve was moaning his praises, one hand cradling Eddie’s head while the other held the apron up so he could watch. Looking up through his lashes, Eddie whined at the heavy, hot stare that was waiting for him, hazel eyes half-lidded and dark. Preening a bit under Steve’s gaze, Eddie doubled his efforts, messily licking into his dripping cunt. Steve was so wet already, the obscene noises Eddie’s mouth made as he sucked and licked at his dick loud in the small kitchen.

Something in Eddie fucking preened at the way Steve’s eyes crossed at a particularly clever combination of teeth and suction on his dick, and Eddie chased that reaction. Within a handful of seconds, Steve held Eddie’s head still by his grip on his hair and was rutting against his mouth. All Eddie could do was try to suck his dick while Steve literally fucked his face, or he could flex his tongue and give the man something to properly grind against.

“Fuck, close, baby,” Steve moaned, his heel digging into the center of Eddie’s back as he tried to haul him in closer. That was an impossible task short of somehow crawling inside Steve’s skin. Then he was pushing at Eddie’s hands where they were holding Steve’s thighs in a grip that would likely leave bruises, and said, “Give me your fingers.”

Sobbing against Steve at the order, Eddie immediately pressed two of his fingers inside Steve’s hot, wet cunt, wasting no time before fucking them in and out. If the sound of his tongue and lips against Steve’s entrance was obscene, the way his cunt squelched around Eddie’s fingers was pornographic. With a low whimper, Eddie crooked his fingers against Steve’s g-spot, his eyes fluttering back at the near scream Steve let out.

Now, that was a sound Eddie wanted to hear more of.

With single-minded purpose, Eddie worked Steve’s g-spot relentlessly, massaging it roughly as he sucked and licked and bit at Steve’s dick. Steve’s perfect, muscular, hairy leg tightened around Eddie’s shoulder and back, his pussy clenching tighter and tighter around his fingers in a way that had Eddie wishing it was his cock nestled inside.

“O-oh, fuck, Eds, gonna come!” Steve warned, his breathing punctuated by high-pitched whimpers and his eyes wide, almost panicked as Eddie intensified his attention on his g-spot. Crying out, Steve pulled at Eddie’s hair, gasping, “Eds, I’m gonna—fuck—”

Smirking against Steve’s dick, Eddie had a feeling he knew exactly what Steve was trying to warn him about, especially with how frantic his warnings got with each new swipe and press at his sweet spot. When Steve looked down at him again, Eddie let out a shivering moan and shuffled forward so he was kneeling even more beneath him, tilting his head further back. Opening his mouth, Eddie stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and just held it against the smooth, slick skin between Steve’s dick and the wet heat of his cunt.

Eddie saw the exact moment Steve realized what he was doing, and it was almost like that was the final straw for him. Steve’s entire body shuddered with the beginnings of his release, his abs bunching up as he let out a low groan. Eddie hit Steve’s g-spot a final time, cutting off Steve’s breath with a strangled scream, and then a hot gush washed over Eddie’s tongue, and chin, and down his throat and chest. It was so fucking filthy, the way he was wearing Steve’s water, a small pool of it sitting in his mouth before Eddie audibly swallowed it down.

With a desperately hungry whine, Eddie didn’t relent with his attentions, starving for more of that, of Steve coming undone and the hot gush of his release splashing against his tongue and skin.

“Eds, st—I’m gonna fall,” Steve gasped out, and sure enough the leg he was still supporting himself on was beginning to shake. “I actually—holy fuck, I need to put my leg down now.”

With a pleased hum, Eddie lifted Steve’s leg off of his shoulder and placed his foot on the floor. With a start, he realized there was… not quite a puddle, but more than just a few drops of Steve’s water on the floor. Taking that in, Eddie realized just how wet his front was. His cock was hard and straining against the lap of his boxers, a big wet patch around the head of it showing just how hot it all made him.

When he looked back up at Steve, he froze under the heat of the gaze directed at him. It was heavy, hungry, wholly demanding. Eddie blushed hotly at the intensity, realizing just how fucking messy he was, face shiny and slick with Steve’s spend, throat and chest wet with his water. Surely, Eddie’s hair was messed up from Steve’s hands in it and he was pretty sure Steve’s gush got in it as well.

Eddie would absolutely have to shower properly before he got on public transit back home.

“Get your cock out,” Steve blurted, his breath quickening, and his eyes widened when Eddie immediately lifted up onto his knees just enough to push his boxers down. Once he was seated back onto his knees, Eddie went to touch himself, but Steve let out a soft sound. “Wait.”

“Stevie, I’m so hard I’m about to fucking cry,” Eddie whined, and yet he still dropped his hands into his lap, palms up as he blinked up at Steve.

There was no real reason for Eddie to listen to him or do as he was told, and he knew that Steve probably wouldn’t just make him stop in the middle of his kitchen. And yet, there Eddie was, kneeling with his cock out, boxers bunched down around his knees, hands laying ineffectually across his bare thighs while he waited for Steve.

Nostrils flaring, Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I wanna ride you,” Steve said thickly, meeting Eddie’s eyes the same moment Eddie shuddered. Smirking lightly, Steve carefully got to his knees and scooted forward until he was straddling Eddie’s thighs. “Want you to come inside me, really make a mess of my cunt.”

Eddie shook at that, the wet drag of Steve’s bush on his bare skin filling his head was just full of heat. “We don’t have to worry—?”

“Nope, tubes are tied,” Steve said, leaning close and hovering his mouth over Eddie’s lips. “Been tested recently?”

“Yeah, for my certification,” Eddie blurted, blushing hotly. All he had to say was “yes,” why did he have to bring up his fucking shop. “I haven’t been fucking anyone, but I have to—for the shop, y’know? It’s not—”

“Eds,” Steve interrupted, as he lifted up higher on his knees, cunt hanging above Eddie’s weeping cock. Eddie closed his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, and he could feel his blush crawling down his chest. “Do you want me to ride you?”

“Yes,” Eddie practically squeaked out. Holy fuck, he was determined to embarrass himself apparently.

Steve smirked as he lowered the wet slit of his cunt to rub against the head of Eddie’s cock. “Do you want to come inside me, baby?” Steve asked, voice almost mockingly sweet as he took just the head of Eddie’s cock inside his cunt.

“Oh, fuck, yes, please Stevie, I wanna come inside you,” Eddie whined before he choked on a punched-out moan when Steve sat down, taking the full length of Eddie’s cock into his hot cunt.

The pace from there was frantic, with Steve bouncing in Eddie’s lap, hard and fast, leaning back to get his cock at the right angle for his g-spot. They were loud, with Steve’s low groans and Eddie’s whimpering pleas, and Eddie wanted to feel Steve come. He needed it more than he needed air at that point.

Reaching down to play with Steve’s dick, Eddie made a noise of frustration when his hand was blocked by the apron. Steve had let it drop in favour of bracing one hand on Eddie’s knee, and the other one above his head and hanging onto the counter, using that as leverage to lift himself up and drop back down, hard and fast and desperate. Looking down between them, Eddie couldn’t deny that the apron added something, the way he could hear the wet, squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of Steve’s pussy, could see wet spots beginning to form where it was being splashed from beneath.

Eddie could’ve watched the lap of that apron all day, but he had a dick to get his fingers on.

Reaching behind Steve, he untied the strings at his waist and then just spun the apron around, so it hung down his back like a fucking cape. Seeing Steve naked in the warm morning daylight, sun-kissed and sex-flushed, was nearly enough to do Eddie in, especially when he looked down and watched the way his dick disappeared with every heavy drop of Steve’s hips.

“C’mon, Eds, touch my dick,” Steve pressed when all Eddie did was stare. Swallowing thickly, Eddie looked up at Steve with wide eyes, whimpering at the smirk that was twitching at the corner of his lips. With a sinful roll of his hips, Steve tipped his head back with a loud cry. “Make me come, sweetheart.”

Immediately, Eddie’s knuckles framed Steve’s dick and started tugging it, working it with quick, frantic little motions that had the man above him jolting and letting exultant cries spill from his throat. The wet heat around Eddie clenched on the next bounce and then the slick walls spasmed, seemingly pulling Eddie’s cock when Steve lifted himself a final time. Steve dropped onto Eddie’s cock with a guttural sound, grinding down onto his lap as he came, eyes rolled back in his head as he shook.

Steve was still catching his breath when he lifted himself up a bit and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. Sloppily kissing Eddie while he panted, Steve shuddered with each twitch of his pussy around Eddie’s cock.

“Fuck me, Eds,” Steve mumbled against Eddie’s open mouth, eyes heavy-lidded when he pulled back. “Want you to hold me tight and take what you need, hard and fast. ‘Til I fucking shatter.”

Again, Eddie did not have to be told twice.

Wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist, Eddie held him there and pounded up into his dripping hole. Everything was so wet, droplets splattering his thighs and lower abdomen as Eddie fucked Steve, his own orgasm surging forward and pulling the coil tighter in his gut. Distantly, he was aware that he was still incredibly sore from the night before, and he would likely have to take it very easy for the rest of his weekend, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop now. Not when he was so close, and Steve was writhing on his dick and crying out, babbling about being close again.

With a desperate whine, Eddie grabbed the back of Steve’s head and pulled him into a messy kiss that was mostly just teeth clacking together as they panted into each other’s mouths. Eddie whimpered, loud and keening against Steve’s tongue as the man shoved it into his mouth, his balls drawing up tight and his stomach bunching as he reached the edge, so close to tumbling right over it.

When his thrusts grew erratic, Steve sighed. “C’mon, baby, give it to me. Come inside me,” he breathed and Eddie was done for.

The sound that was torn from Eddie’s throat was raw and shattered, muffled by Steve’s mouth and tongue as his cum painted the walls of the man’s cunt. His hips stuttered against Steve in short jolts, the wet slap of Eddie’s lap against him driving Eddie absolutely insane with lust, even as his cock began to soften, and the pleasure became sharp.

With a broken sound, Steve came again and dropped heavily into Eddie’s lap, pressing him back onto his heels and grinding onto Eddie’s half-hard cock while his pussy clenched and rippled around it.

Finally, they were both done, just riding out the aftershocks as they lazily kissed each other. Well, “kiss” was a bit of an ambitious word for it. They were doing a lot of brushing of lips while they tried to catch their breath, their tongues touching each other lightly in the air between them. As their breathing slowed, Eddie started to pull away to look up at him, and then Steve poked the tip of his tongue up one of Eddie’s nostrils.

The delicate, soft moment shattered with their laughter as Eddie wrenched back, pressing the back of his hand against his nose with a grimace.

“What the hell, man, what kind of animal sticks his tongue up a guy’s nose?” Eddie complained.

“Oh, so that hole is off limits?” Steve asked with a shit-eating grin, his expression unreasonably pleased when Eddie blushed.

“Yes, freak,” Eddie said with a bright laugh, wrapping his arms tightly around Steve and pulling him into a searching kiss.

And if they spent the next ten minutes making out on the floor of Steve’s kitchen, cum and slick drying between them and the waffles Steve made long-forgotten on the counter, that was just fine. Perfect even as far as Eddie was concerned.

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"You can't bring your girlfriend into the bathroom, man."

"Excuse me?"

Just this is enough to put Steve into attack mode. He can feel Eddie's hand tighten around his in warning.

"Yeah, we have a no-bathroom-fucking policy after the last incident." The guy that stopped them has the decency to at least look bashful, rubbing his cheek awkwardly. Steve can almost sympathize, if stopping horny couples is a task he's supposed to do on the daily.

Almost.

"I'm sure me and my boyfriend can find a better place to fuck," he says dryly.

The guy's eyes widen, then flicker to the side, where Eddie is hovering awkwardly.

"Shit, dude, I'm so sorry—"

"So do you stop only hetero couples?" Steve interrupts him with a quirk of an eyebrow, bitch mode in full swing. "Or did your management just forget queer people exist?"

He opens his mouth, but closes it, rendered speechless.

"Or are they actually heterophobic and want only gay sex to happen in their bathrooms?" Steve cocks his head to the side.

"I don't—"

"So can me and my boyfriend go pee or...? We'll hold our hands while doing so," he raises their joined palms. "But nothing more, I promise."

"Just go," the man says tiredly, his expression pained.

"Thanks," Steve nods to him. "And consider simple no-fucking signs."

Finally free from the bar worker, Eddie pulls Steve towards the bathroom. Once inside and away from the loud music, he falls against the door with a sigh.

"Sorry," he says, hands hiding his face.

"What for?" Steve asks, latching the door closed.

"I don't know," Eddie groans in frustration. "For not cutting my hair, maybe? Maybe then I'd look like a man," he scoffs.

"Do I have to list off all the guys with long hair again?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Ozzy Osbourne, Dio, Slash..." he starts listing on his fingers anyway.

"Steve."

Steve drops his hand.

"Listen, if that guy assumes every person with long hair is a girl, then clearly he's not listening to enough metal."

Eddie lets out an involuntary snort, and Steve grins at the sound.

"And should we believe what an uncultured philistine without taste has to say?"

"No," Eddie admits with a fond roll of his eyes.

"Good," Steve smiles and leans down to kiss him. "Because I love your hair."

"I love it too," Eddie groans, his frustration still not gone. "I just wish it didn't make me feel this way."

"I know, Eds. But it's okay to feel like this, it's normal that it hurts," Steve reminds him, wrapping him in a hug. "You're a man to those who matter, who know what good music is."

Eddie's laughs gets muffled against his shoulder.

"That's true."

"And you're not going to change things you like about yourself because of a stranger's opinion."

"Hell no."

They stay quiet, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of their embrace, until Eddie speaks up again.

"Thank you."

"I'm just reminding you your own words."

"Still."

"Well, in that case, you're welcome, baby."

"Okay, but now I really have to pee."

They disentangle themselves to reach the urinals, but not before Steve lands another peck on his lips.

Eddie always takes longer in the bathroom, considering the time it takes him to disentangle and adjust his packer, but once he's free, he sees movement in his periphery. Steve is holding out his hand.

With a laugh, he grabs it, so they can pee hand in hand.

Once at they are at the sinks, they meet each other's eyes in the mirror.

"I kind of wanna fuck in the bathroom now," Steve admits.

Eddie makes a face and looks pointedly around. It's not the worst bathroom he's been in, but it's still a bar bathroom.

"You're not fucking me here," he says decisively. Steve hums.

"No, but you could fuck me."

Now that's a thought. One Eddie didn't plan in advance.

"Sorry, left my dick at home."

"Babe, you can make me come on just your fingers," Steve reminds him, leaning sideways against the sink to properly look at him.

Eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth at the reminder.

"Well..."

"Or we can always make a show and pretend just for kicks." His boyfriend suggests with a mischievous smile.

That, makes Eddie's eyes sparkle.

"We absolutely can," he quickly agrees.

Steve throws himself at the door with a rough slam, and moans in his best impression of a cheesy porn star.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Eddie attacks his mouth with no less enthusiasm. He starts moving his hips against his leg and groan to the rhythm, Steve rattling the door and whimpering along. "I can still fuck you after, right?"

Steve moans again, now more genuinely from the mere thought.

"You'd try not to."

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[steviewashere]

Okay, I'm still currently mapping out the second chapter of my transfem!Steve Harrington fic. Which is taking a long while, or at least longer than what I'd prefer in terms of how I write. However, I'm also doing research on transgender women to make part of this as accurate as possible—which is why the writing process has elongated. (And I feel comfortable stating that I'm transmasculine and have extreme interest in starting testosterone. Because of my natural body, I obviously do not need any sort of treatment a trans woman may do.) But I'm learning so many cool things! I have a whole group of bookmarks just for feminization hormone therapy, I've looked into the possibility of trans women experiencing "phantom periods/menstruation", looked back on some of Dylan Mulvaney's TikTok videos, etc. And it's so interesting what I'm picking up in my research, mainly due to the fact I would have never thought of any of this if it weren't for this fic I'm doing. So, this is so cool. If you're worried that I'm going to fuck this up, I assure you that I'm doing my research. Because, though this is just fan fiction, I have no intentions with offending, belittling, or ostracizing any groups of people. I have so many cool ideas for what transfem!Steve will experience and am so excited to share them with anybody interested.

[steddieunderdogfics]

for monsterfucker weekend:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50576260?view_adult=true

surface-level freak by starryeyedjanai

@starryeyedjanai

Rating: Explicit

7,005 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Teratophilia, Full Shift Werewolves, Knotting, Rimming, Prostitution, Transmasculine Steve Harrington, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Felching, Come Eating, Squirting, Stomach Bulge, Spit Kink, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, Famous Eddie Munson, Werewolf Eddie Munson, Monsterfucking, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Human-Werewolf Sex, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

Steve Harrington, Werewolf Fucker. He thinks he should be able to put that on his business card, but Robin says it's a little crass.

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This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Monster Fucking.

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[sourw0lfs]

WC: 12,793 | Chapters: 4/5 | Warnings: None | Rating: E

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Heather Holloway (mentioned), Benny Hammond (mentioned)

Tags: Chef Steve Harrington, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Whump, POV Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, Mutual Pining, Getting Back Together, Moving In Together, Steve Harrington is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson is Bad at Feelings, Hotel Sex, Breaking Up & Making Up, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth is a Little Shit (Stranger Things), Corroded Coffin is done with these idiots, Idiots in Love, Corroded Coffin Going On Tour, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Eddie Munson's Guitar Pick, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington

Summary:

Starting with a new client should have stopped being so nerve-wracking five years ago, but Steve can’t help the anxious butterflies fluttering around his stomach as he hits the end call button. It’s his first job since… well, everything, and he can’t help but be a little anxious. There’s something scary about just being him now instead of them. Even if they never really were them in the first place. Not when it came to work. OR: The one where Steve is a traveling personal chef working for Corroded Coffin

FIC by @sourw0lfs

ART by @inflomora-art

BETA'd by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

Written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

[mogai-headcanons]

Jonathan Byers from Stranger Things is an autistic biromantic asexual demiboy with depression, anxiety, selective mutism, and a special interest in photography who's still figuring out his identity and pronouns, but likes he/him and they/them pronouns!

He's in love with Nancy Wheeler, a bisexual girl with anxiety who uses she/her pronouns and doesn't mind friends using they/them!

Nancy is also dating Robin Buckley, an autistic lesbian age dreamer with ADHD and anxiety who uses she/her and he/him pronouns!

Robin has a crush on Vickie, an autistic transfeminine sapphic with ADHD who uses she/her, he/him, and they/them pronouns!

Steve Harrington is a bisexual man with PTSD, OCD, and anxiety who age regresses due to trauma, is questioning his gender and might be transfeminine, and uses he/him pronouns and is experimenting with she/her and they/them, and Robin is his best friend and sister figure!

Eddie Munson is an autistic gay guy with ADHD and special interests in Dungeons and Dragons and metal music who uses he/him and they/them pronouns, but doesn't mind most pronouns aside from she/her, and they're dating Steve and are his caregiver!

Jonathan is in a QPR with Argyle, an unlabeled agender gender apathetic dude who uses any pronouns and doesn't mind masculine terms!

Eddie's friend Chrissy Cunningham is an autistic demigirl lesbian age regressor with anxiety!

Jim Hopper has PTSD and depression, is questioning whether he's asexual/acespec, and uses they/them and he/him pronouns!

He's dating Joyce Byers, a bisexual woman with anxiety and PTSD who uses she/her and they/them pronouns! The two are parental figures to Jonathan, El, and Will!

They're both close to Murray Bauman, a neurodivergent unlabeled queer man who doesn't care what pronouns people use for xem!

Dr. Alexei is an autistic bisexual man who uses they/them and he/him pronouns!

Eleven/Jane Hopper is an autistic nonbinary lesbian age regressor with PTSD who uses they/them and she/her pronouns!

She has a requited crush on Max Mayfield, an autistic bisexual bigender person with ADHD who uses he/him and she/her pronouns!

Max is also dating Lucas Sinclair, who is questioning his sexuality, has ADHD, and uses he/him pronouns!

His little sister Erica Sinclair is an autistic gendercute kid with ADHD who uses she/her pronouns!

Lucas's best friend Dustin Henderson is an autistic transmasculine kid with ADHD who uses he/him and they/them pronouns and sees Steve as an older brother figure!

He's also close with Nancy's little brother Mike Wheeler, an autistic closeted bisexual trnas boy who uses he/him pronouns, but doesn't mind they/them, and has an unrequited crush on Eleven!

Mike also has feelings for Will Byers, an autistic gay trans boy with anxiety, PTSD, and special interests in art and Dungeons and Dragons who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

Joyce is also dating Bob Newby, an autistic bisexual trans man with ADHD who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

Nancy is also dating Barbara Holland, an autistic lesbian with anxiety and ADHD who uses she/her and they/them pronouns!

They all see each other as found family!

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