#Steve Harrington x goth!reader

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Spider Lily

(Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader)

Summary: You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. Wk:4.3k

Warnings: Sliggght King Steve behavior, he’s not as much of an asshole but he is a bit of a player, enemies to (kinda?) lovers, unprotected sex, spanking, a lil bit of choking (ofc, it’s me), hair pulling, dirty talk (a lil bit of taunting), Soulmate AU, the end is kinda angsty but there will be a part 2. 18+MINDI!!

A/N: It’s been a minute since I had the drive to sit down a finish something so quickly, but I felt very inspired by this idea and hopefully it’s gonna help my writers block. I have 2 other bigger stories l’m working on but this came to me and I had to get it out. Shout out to my bbs @reidsbtch @babygorewhore & @bimbobaggins69 for hyping me up on this one. Divider used is by @firefly-graphics.🖤

You roll your eyes as you watch Steve push the cart filled with video tapes down one of the isles of Family Video. Today was one of the unfortunate days that Robin was off and you were stuck closing alone with him. Robin often served as a buffer between the two of you, but when left alone you butted heads constantly. Bickering over who had to do inventory, who was going to count the till, whose turn it was to answer the phone when it rings. It was never ending scoffs and glares, but you always put on a show for the customers, acting civil whenever the store wasn’t empty.

You didn’t hate Steve, but you just couldn’t stand him. He walked around with this aura of arrogance about him, always flirting with girls that came in, always asking them on dates. They almost always said yes, but on multiple occasions you’ve watched those same girls come back a week later, pissed or crying because he hadn’t called. Robin insisted that he “changed” since highschool. Which you couldn’t deny that in some ways he had, but just because he isn’t as big of an asshole now, doesn’t mean he wasn’t still a player. It seemed like he couldn’t let that part of being “King Steve” go.

Steve didn’t hate you, but the fact that you couldn’t stand him drove him crazy. He gets it, he wasn’t exactly the nicest to you in highschool. He tried to apologize. Multiple times. But you shut him down every time. You were constantly throwing passive aggressive comments his way, rolling your eyes, sometimes you gag when he’s asking girls out right in front of them. So he just started giving you the cold shoulder, glaring and scoffing back, immaturely sticking his tongue out at you. He even pulled your hair a few times. To you it felt like he was proving you right, that he really hadn’t changed. But for him, he kind of felt like a school boy with a crush on a girl that couldn’t stand him.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” Steve had stopped the cart in the middle of the horror aisle, he restocked the tapes as he spoke, not even turning to look at you.

“I’m not staring at you Harrington, keep fucking dreaming.” You scoff, throwing a glare his way before turning your back to him, shoving a tape into the VCR and hitting rewind.

“Yeeeaah suuure, your eyes were practically burning a hole in the side of my head.” He chuckled, turning his head to glance at you. Your back was turned to him, the green Family Video vest you both had to wear obstructing his view from the cropped band tee you were wearing underneath it.

He wasn’t exactly sure when his fascination with you started, but he knows it was much longer than he would probably even admit to himself. He was always drawn to you, in a way. Even if he always had the wrong way of showing it. He felt awful about the things he and his friends said to you growing up, calling you a “witch” and knocking your lunch tray out of your hands. One time he just stood by while Carol ripped the book he had seen you reading all week to streads right in front of you. Throwing the ripped pages in your face. Everybody laughed, but Steve didn’t. Not that time. Not when usually you laughed them off, or gave them shit right back, but he watched the tears well in your eyes and the way your lip trembled. When you ran off with those tears starting to pour down your cheeks, part of him wanted to follow you.

“I’m gonna turn the sign off and lock the door, you wanna count the till? I’ll finish up the go backs.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, knowing it would be some kind of sassy remark. He unhooked his set of keys from his belt loop, pulling the string on the sign to click it off and locking the door. You look over your shoulder at him, you hate how your eyes linger on the way his shoulders look in that dumb polo and how his hands hold the keys. No matter how much you dislike him you can’t deny that he’s gorgeous. He’s not normally your type, but something about Steve has always been attractive to you. And you hate it. It makes him even more unbearable to you.

You start counting the till and you’re midway through the quarters when you hear a loud crash, causing you to jump and drop them all over the ground. Your head whips to the side, your eyes landing on Steve who is picking up the cart he knocked over in the middle of the aisle, most of the tapes were on the floor and it knocked into one of the shelves, causing some of the ones there to drop to the ground as well.

“Steve, what the fuck! That scared the shit out of me!” You snapped at him as you got down on the ground to pick up the fallen quarters.

“It scared the shit out of you? It scared the shit out of me! It almost fell on my god damn foot!” Steve scoffs as he starts to pick up the tapes. Were you seriously mad at him right now?

He hears the sound of your heavy black boots before he sees you, your shadow casting over him in his crouched position. He looks up at you and almost chokes. Your long black velvet skirt accentuates your curves perfectly, a slit up to your thigh showing off a sliver of skin, your cropped tee that you definitely cut yourself is loose enough that he can see up it slightly, getting a view of slight under boob… you weren’t wearing a bra. The bright fluorescent family video lights shine above you and from this angle it makes you look like an angel dressed in black. Your combat clad booted foot taps on the ground as you cross your arms, glaring down at him.

“What the hell happened? You seriously knocked the cart over?” Your voice was teasing, your lips turned up into a smirk.

“That rug had a folded corner and the wheel got caught, I don’t know why you’re acting like I threw it on the ground or something.” Steve rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day, standing up to put the tapes back on the shelf. He rests his hands on his hips, his lips set into a hard line as he glares at you. “What is your problem with me, truly?”

“Harrington, you’re joking right?” You laughed, straight up laughed in his face.

“Umm, no? Why the fuck would I be joking? I seriously have tried to be nice to you but no matter what I do you give me a fucking attitude.”

“Oh excuse me, King Steve!! How dare I respect royalty.” You throw your hands up in mock surrender, your eyes widen but that damn smirk doesn’t falter.

“Oh don’t fucking start with that again! You know that’s not who I am anymore, I’ve told you I’m sorry in every way I can possibly think of! I’m sorry I was a fucking dick! But I’m different now! You just - you bring out this side of me. You’re so fucking frustrating!” He runs his hands through his chestnut locks before dragging them down his face, letting out a deep sigh.

“If you’re soooo different why are there different girls coming in here every week whining because you didn’t call them back? Kind of sounds like a dick fucking move to me.”

“Why do you care? You’re constantly bringing that up. Like yeah Robin gives me shit about it but she’s just fucking with me, you’re actually mad. Are you… jealous?”

“Why the fuck would I be jealous Steve? I don’t even fucking like you as a person let alone am I romantically interested in you!!” You were pissed now, jealous? He has some fucking audacity to even think that, but to say it out loud?

“I don’t know, you seem kinda jealous to me. You’re always giving the girls I ask out dirty looks, with this pout on your lips. Also that gagging thing you do, I really would chalk it up to you actually thinking it’s gross but when Stacy came in demanding answers about why I didn’t call… you still glared, but you had this smirk on your lips, instead of a pout…” He takes a few steps closer, only leaving a foot between you. The air feels tense… but in a way it never has before.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking arrogant, Steve Harrington! You do realize not every single girl wants to fall at your feet, right? Grow up! We aren’t in highschool anymore!” You’re talking with your hands, your boot stomping against the ground as you yell at him.

“If we aren’t in highschool anymore than why can't you let this go!? You know I don’t really think that right? There was one girl I never thought wanted me… until right now.” He bites his lip, his eyes wandering your form. He takes a step closer to you so you’re chest to chest, his face is inches from yours and his hazel eyes are staring daggers into yours. But he notices you don’t back away, or push him off, you just glare right back.

“If you’re talking about me, you couldn’t be further off. I haven’t, won’t, and will never want you. You’re a fucking ass.” Your black manicured finger pokes at his chest and he grabs your smaller hand in his large one, holding it in place on his chest.

“Then why aren’t you moving?” You’ve never heard his voice this low and husky and it sent a shiver down your spine against your will.

“I-“ you try to come up with a reason, you really do, but you don’t know why you aren't moving, you just know you don’t want to. No matter how much your mind tries to protest, your body betrays you.

“You what? You don’t have an answer because you know it’s true… I can feel you shaking, baby.” The hand that isn’t holding yours comes up to cup your face, his thumb running over your lips. Baby? Fuck. You shouldn’t love that as much as you do. But right now you feel like you’d do anything to hear him say it again.

“Fuck it.”

You thread your fingers into his hair, pulling his lips against your own into a harsh kiss. You hate to admit that you’ve thought about kissing him before. But in your mind it was always this aggressive anger fueled thing and even though you pulled him into the kiss intending to do just that, the minute your lips touched it became tender. His lips were so soft, and he somehow tasted so sweet, every single nerve in your body felt like it was lit up. You suddenly understood all those cheesy romance movies that talked about “fireworks” when the characters finally kiss. It was the kind of kiss they describe when they teach you about soulmate bounds in school. But Steve couldn’t be your soulmate, could he? There’s no way. You push the thought from your mind for now, letting your body melt into his kiss.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and the kiss quickly becomes heated, his hands coming down to grab your hips harshly and yours pulling at his hair. You both moan into the kiss, your bodies pressed closely together, your thighs clenched and his cock starts to harden in his already tight jeans. Your body feels like it’s on fire everywhere he’s touching, those fireworks continuing to go off under your skin. His leg slides between your thighs and you subconsciously grind down on it. Your body searching for any sort of friction.

“Fuck. Stock room. Now.” Steve pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are filled with lust and his breathing is heavy. He uses his grip on your hips to spin you around, pulling your back against his chest and placing a kiss on your neck. “You want that pretty girl? Want me to fuck you?”

You don’t respond with words, you just pull away from him and start walking towards the back, not even sparing him a glance.

As soon as the stockroom door is shut, Steve is on you, harshly grabbing your hips to pull you against him, his mouth feverishly attacking yours. This kiss is different from the first, it’s desperate, hungry. Your arms loop around his shoulders, your hands traveling to the hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling. He moans into the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, almost like he’s trying to memorize it.

“Fuck, Steve. I need you.”

You break the kiss, looking up at him with lust filled eyes. He turns you, pushing your back up against one of the shorter shelves. He pushes your best off, one of his hands traveling up your cropped shirt, finding you braless just like he thought he would. He gropes your tit, tweaking your sensitive nipple before moving onto the other one. His lips attack your neck and you’re sure there will be a mark or two you'd have to explain to Robin when you saw her. But right now you didn’t care. You need him everywhere.

“Yeah? You need me now? I thought you couldn’t stand me?”

Steve looked at you with a devilish smirk, his unoccupied hand finding the slit in your skirt, grazing over your upper thigh before traveling behind you to grab a handful of your ass. He ruts against you and you can feel his hard cock through his jeans. You palm him, causing him to groan into your throat, his breath sending tingles down your spine.

“I still can’t stand you Harrington, but right now, I need you to fuck me like you hate me.” You grab him through his jeans, moving your hand up and down his shaft to the best of your ability with the burrier in the way.

“Shit. Fuck. Take this the fuck off then.”

His fingers hook in the waistband of your skirt, the velvet feels soft on his skin and for a fleeting moment he imagines how it might feel against his cheek while he laid in your lap, your fingers in his hair in a more gentle way. He pushes the thought from his mind, giving you a questioning glance, you nod and he immediately pushes your skirt down your hips. It pools around your boots on the floor. He kneels down to pull it from your feet entirely, tossing it to the side.

He takes a moment to admire you. Your ass pressed up against the shelf, your skirt is askew, hanging off your shoulder where you cut the collar to make it more low cut, the bright red lacy thong you’re wearing sits perfectly on your curves, and those god damn platform boots that drive him crazy. Your hairs a bit disheveled and your black painted lips are kiss swollen, some of your shiny black lipgloss smeared around your mouth. You’re so frustratingly beautiful, he just wants to eat you alive. You lean down to take your boots off but Steve stops you, grabbing your wrist to pull you back into a standing position.

“Keep them on” he practically growls at you, sending heat rushing through your whole body. Who would’ve thought King Steve would want to fuck a girl in giant goth boots? His large hands grab you roughly flipping you over so your hips are pressed up against the waist high shelf. He pushes your back down so you're bent over it. Leaving a harsh smack on your ass. “Look at this pretty little ass, bet your pussy is just as pretty, huh?”

His fingers run up your clothed slit, looping in the strings of your panties before pushing them down to your ankles. You hear him taking his shirt off and you peer over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his bare chest. You hadn’t seen him shirtless since highschool and he had definitely matured. His chest now covered in a patch of dark hair, his shoulders broader, his stomach is a little less toned since he doesn’t play sports anymore but it’s honestly sexier that way to you. A moan leaves your lips when his fingers return to your core, gathering up the wetness between your lips, he brings his slick fingers to your clit, circling it.

“Steeeveee, stop fucking teasing me and do som-“ you’re cut off by a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and moan.

“Quit with the fucking attitude or I’m not giving you shit, I’ll walk out of here right now.” Two more smacks land on your opposite ass cheek before two large fingers are being shoved knuckle deep into your pussy. You’re so wet they slide right in. He immediately finds your sweet spot, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it before thrusting his fingers in and out of you roughly. “You’re awfully wet for someone who can’t stand me baby, maybe you don’t like me, but your pussy does.”

“Fuck - fuck Steve, your fi - fingers are so fucking good.” Your eyes roll back, your hips pushing against his hand on their own accord. No one had ever gotten you so close to the edge this fast, but Steve was making you crumble in mere minutes, on just his thick fingers alone. His thumb comes down to rub quick circles on your clit and you think that’s it, you feel yourself about to fall over the edge when suddenly he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. “What the fuck! I was about to cum you asshole!!”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you? Only girls I like get to cum, unless they beg for it.” You hear his belt buckle clinking behind you, and god do you wish you could see his cock right now. It felt so big through his jeans and you know it has to be beautiful. Even though you can’t see it you feel him run his tip through your dripping folds. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll be begging before you know it. I know you’re gonna say some shit like ‘keep dreaming, Harrington’ but I don’t wanna hear it. I just wanna hear you beg for me.”

You’re prepared to give him a snide come back but it’s erased from your mind when you feel the head of his cock start to slide inside you. He pushes it in and out a few times and for a second you think he’s gonna go slow, you’re about to complain but you’re cut off by the moan that leaves your lips when he shoves his cock halfway inside you in one thrust. He’s big, but the stretch feels so fucking good and you’re so wet that he’s sliding so perfectly inside you. You want to feel all of him, you push your hips back so his cock slides fully inside you. He lets you bounce back against him a few times before he’s grabbing your hips, fucking into you at a brutal pace.

“Oh shit, Steve!” You moan loudly, your hands gripping onto the shelf for purchase as he thrusts into you over and over again. You’re sure your hips will be bruised, from not only the shelf digging into them but also the hard grasp he has on you. The thought of being marked up by him stirs something inside you that you try not to dwell on.

“This pussy feels so fucking good, you’re gripping me so good baby, so fucking tight. Like it was made for me.”

His hand comes up to grab onto your hair, pulling your head until your back is flushed against his chest. The new angle has him hitting deeper than before, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. The hand not in your hair grabs onto your tits harshly, pulling and pinching your nipples as he continues his brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess, drool starting to drip down your chin, and you’re already so close to cumming it’s almost embarrassing.

“Fuuuuck oh my - oh my fucking godddd.” Your eyes roll back as Steve lets go of the grip on your hair, quickly grabbing you by the throat before you can fall forward. His other hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“You’re close already, huh? I can feel it, I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You wanna cum? Beg. Beg me to cum, or I’ll stop fucking you.” He growls in your ear, never letting up on his thrusts.

“No - I - I’m - fuck! Just let me cum, don’t be a fucking dick Steve!!” His pace slows, he shoves his cock deep inside you and then stops moving entirely. One hand is still around your throat and the other is pressing down on your clit but no longer moving.

“I said beg. I’ll pull out and jerk off right here in front of you. Now be a good girl and beg me to cum.”

“God fucking damn it. Steve! Fucking please? Please let me cum? Keep fucking me please? Just wanna cum on your big cock! I can’t take it anymore! Please make me cum!” You didn’t want it to come out that whiny, but once you started begging it was like you couldn’t stop. You need him to keep fucking you.

“Good fucking girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He releases his grip on your throat pushing on your back so your top half is flat against the shelf again. He grips your hips harshly as he resumes fucking into you harder and faster than before. “This is all you needed to ditch that attitude, huh? Needed to be fucked so good? Put in your place?”

“Yes - yeah - fuuuckkkk feels so fucking good I -“

His fingers find your clit again and that’s it for you. Your orgasm crashes over you like a flood. It racks through your entire body, making you see stars. The feeling of your walls tightening around his cock and the sounds you’re making as your high washes over you sends Steve over the edge too. He cums hard, his cock nestled deep inside you as he fills you.

“Shit. Fuck.” Steve pants, pulling out of you and stepping back a few inches so he can watch his cum drip from your pussy. “Wish I could keep you like this, all fucked out and dripping with my cum. Too cock drunk to give me an attitude.”

You feel his fingers caress your overly sensitive lips, gathering the cum that dripped out, he shoves his fingers inside you before leaning down to pull your panties back up your legs.

“Now you have to go home stuffed full of me, when you take your panties off you won’t be able to help but think of me.” You can hear the smirk in his voice and it makes you roll your eyes. You turn around to face him, giving him a death glare. “Look at me like that all you want, I’m not going to forget you were begging me to cum less than five minutes ago.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes again, but this time when you say it you laugh, and there’s a glimmer in your eyes that’s still teasing, but lighter. It gives Steve hope.

“Whaaateeever you say, baby.”

He smirks at you, sending you a wink before turning around to find his discarded shirt. You take a moment to admire his back. Broad and covered in moles that you want to connect with your fingers, maybe even your lips. His jeans fit so perfectly on his ass, and his shoulders… wait. You pause, your mouth dropping open as you catch sight of his shoulder. You almost think your mind is playing tricks on you, you wish it was. But there clear as day on his left upper shoulder are two simple red spider lilies. A mark that matches the one on your ribs exactly. Steve Harrington, King Steve, the bane of your existence… was your soulmate.

This could not be happening. No way. Absolutely not. You grab your skirt, pulling it on in a frenzy. Steve turns to look at you right as you are pulling up the zipper with a panicked look on your face.

“Hey, it’s okay, are you okay? I’m sorry for teasing you I-“

“I gotta go. I - uh - I just gotta go. I’m sorry.”

You can’t even think straight, you can’t be near him right now. You need to think and the smell of him and the way his hands feel on your forearms is clouding your thoughts and you just need to go. You spare him a sad glance before pulling your arms from his grasp. You grab your bag from under the counter and run out of the building towards your car. You slam the door closed once you’re inside, your breathing is labored and your mind feels like someone put it in a blender. You shove the keys in the ignition, regretting your decision to peak back at the building before pulling out. Steve was standing in the front window, a confused look on his face as he watched you pull away. He was beautiful, and frustrating, and he was your goddamn soulmate. Fuck.

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Punk!Steve Harrington x fem!goth reader

She’s Automatic

Summary: you’re always hot and cold but Steve can’t seem to get enough.

Warnings: 18 plus (no minors), weed smoking, mentions of drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cream pie. Steve has nipple piercings 😈 the picture in the banner is not representative of readers skin tone, just used for aesthetic purposes. No skin tone is mentioned in this story.

Word count: 1.7k

Authors note: punk!steve has had me in a chokehold for weeks now. This is what you get because of it. Thank you to my wife @myobmaya for her laundry list of ideas. Also just wanted to thank @multiwongi for being nice enough to let me use their punk!steve edit in my banner, they have the best edits of him. Go follow!

Steve wanted you, making it more then obvious every time he’d drag his clearly very over stimulated friend to the bar. Hazel eyes lined with black always greedily taking in your curves. Watching the way you’d stretch and bend down behind the bar in tight leather skirts and cut up shirts leaving little to the imagination. Lug boots coming up to your thighs fishnets always covering the rest.

You entertained Steve’s flirting some nights, noticing the way his eyes would always catch the silver metal of your tongue piercing. It was fun to watch him get flustered when you’d lay it on just as thick. Even with his menacing appearance he was just another fumbling boy. On other nights you’d treated him as if he was nothing but a fly on the wall, going about your job like he wasn’t desperate to catch your attention. Never knowing what version of you he was going to get, the chase kept him hooked.

It had been a particularly long day, already staring down the barrel of an even longer night when Steve strutted up to bar. Lean legs covered in a pair of ripped black jeans, the snug fit leaving little to the imagination of what was underneath. His Leather jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders like butter, covered in patches of bands you’d never admit to him you liked. The white tank top underneath just sheer enough to see the outline of his hidden tattoos, a thick smattering of dark chest hair peaking out from the top. Pierced lips turning up into a smile, he had no idea tonight was finally his night.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t my knight in shining armor.” Kicking it off with a lean over the counter and a flutter of your lashes. Steve’s eyes widen not expecting you to be so warm. The last time he was here you’d ignored any sound of his voice, finally settling for Robin to order the drinks to which you responded to her almost immediately.

“Oh? I’m not a mute today?” Taking a seat on the stool in front of you, his tone is teasing but the smirk on his face tells you that you could ignore him any day of the week, and he’d still come crawling back just for you to look at him like this.

“Aww did I hurt your feelings Steve?” Giving him puppy eyes you jut out your black stained lip. “I didn’t mean it, sometimes I just like to be mean to boys. Nothing personal, promise.” Flashing him a devilish grin, his Adam’s apple bobs under his skin.

“I think I might be able to find it in my heart to forgive you gorgeous.” The blunt ends of his chipped black nails drum against the counter, his pink tongue darting out to play with the hoops sitting on the side of his bottom lip. “A think a shot of whiskey and a beer should really seal the deal.”

You knew the metal head he’d bring in here sometimes sold weed or at least had access to it, always smelling like he’d spent his whole day in a hot box. Your mood had you desperate for something the wasn’t liquor and Steve was probably your best shot.

“I’ve got a proposition for you.” Pushing yourself closer on your tippy toes, Steve’s breath catches in his throat.

“I’m-I’m listening.” Coughing into the back of his hand he tries to cover the nerves in the cracks of his voice.

“I’ve had a super shitty day, and there’s nothing I’d love more than a giant fat blunt.” Popping the T with emphasis you watch his eyes glaze over. “I bet someone like you could help me out with that yeah?”

Nodding eagerly you have to bite back your smile. “Maybe after work? I’ll help you out with these drinks, and can you help me out with my needs?” Looking up from under the hood of your lashes you trace your top lip with the tip of your tongue.

Eyes catching the metal in your mouth in it’s full form, he has to bite back his moan at the thought of what it would feel like against his skin.

Steve’s quick to nod, his love sick smile sealing the deal and with a wink you go and get him those promised drinks.

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One short trip on the L and a half smoked blunt later is how you end up riding Steve’s porn star sized cock. In nothing but your fishnets with a hole ripped in the crotch courtesy of him, you bounce on it with the kind of vigor that has his toes curling at the end of his bed.

Blunt dangling from your lips your nails rake through his smattering of chest hair, eyes hungrily taking in the ink that covered almost every inch of his naturally sun kissed skin. The metal bars in his nipples catch in the glow of the TV in his room, a stream of late night music videos forgotten. Taking a long drag you roll your hips in a circle purposely clenching yourself around the base of him. Nails digging into the tops of your thighs, a breathy “shit” falls from his lips.

“That feel good or something baby?” Exhaling your hit in a giggle Steve’s cock twitches inside of you at the pet name, the deep forrest green and ocean blue of his eyes over come with the darkness of his pupils. You felt better then every late night fantasy he’d tugged himself to since he met you.

“God, you’re like fucking heaven.” Pussy drunk he starts babbling hips lifting off the bed to meet yours. “So fucking soft.” Thrust “tight” thrust “and wet.”

As if on queue the sounds of your slick squelching against his skin has a guttural groan rip through his throat. One hand pressing down firmly on his chest you push him flat against the mattress. Despite his stuttering hips he still listens taking your silent direction.

Watching you with expectant eyes as you lean forward. Taking the blunt from between your lips your black lipstick stains the end, touching the velvet of his bottom one with it you encourage him to take it. Big obedient eyes look up at you before wrapping his mouth around it, the heat of his tongue flicking against your finger tips as his cheeks hollow out taking a rip. Eyes rolling in the back of his head when his actions are enough to make you moan, the pretty sounds he earns only egging him on.

Dragging your nails across his skin you make sure to catch the small bars keeping his nipples at attention, lightly tugging as you go. Jaw clenching at the sensation, smoke seeps from around the blunt as his eyes screw shut.

Smirking at the mess you’re making of him, you dip your head down to collect one of his piercing in the heat of your mouth. Metal against metal his hips buck up hard enough for you to mewl around him. Grinding down while you nip at him with your teeth, a string of cuss words come spilling out from underneath.

Moving to the next one, you give it it even more attention. Swirling your tongue around the bar, the tip traces up the length of the metal flicking the sensitive nub of his nipple every time you move over it.

“Jesus - fuck.” Throwing his head back against his pillow, he takes the forgotten blunt out of his mouth half hazardly disposing of it in the ashtray next to you.

Too caught up to think about manners his long fingers tangle in your hair, yanking you up. Lips swollen from their assault on his chest he collects them in a searing kiss. Tongue immediately begging for entrance swiping it across the piercing of your lower lip.

Steve catches the your moan in his throat when your tongues battle for dominance in a sloppy mess of teeth and spit, his hands finding purchase on your hips. Fingers digging in hard enough to bruise flesh he pushes himself deep enough to hit the spot that has you trembling on top of him.

“Yeah? Right there?” Breaking from you long enough to be cocky, he doesn’t give you a chance to answer pulling you down even harder bringing him completely to the hilt of you.

“Fuck - Steve!” Shocked by how good he’s making you feel, the dynamic shifts when he feels your walls start to suck him deep enough to know you’re close.

“Say it again baby, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good.” The confidence dripping from his words has you throwing your head back, bottom lip sucked between your teeth.

The pad of his thumb hits your bundle of nerves applying enough pressure to have your legs shaking around his hips, a mumbling incoherent mess on top of him he wishes he could record this.

“Ignoring me for so long, such a bad girl. Could have been worshiping this pussy like it deserves. Such a perfect fucking cunt.” Jaw slack he watches you fall apart under half lidded eyes, completely consumed by the feeling of you.

“Steve - shit - right there, I’m so fucking close.” The whine in your voice is unrecognizable when his thumb starts sliding over your clit in quick figure eights, the sounds of skin slapping together as your slick walls suck him in fill the small confines of his room.

“Cum all over this cock baby, come on. Fall apart I wanna - fuck - feel it.” The encouragement of his words coupled with the snap of his hips is enough to send you flying off the edge, eyes squeezing shut your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Velvet walls sucking him in as your body shakes on top of him.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” Grunting you feel him twitch inside you before painting your insides in a way that feels like he’s marking you as his.

Too busy reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm to worry about how he was going to follow you around like a lost puppy after this, you slump down against his chest. The only sounds in the room are your panted breaths and the Ramones leaking from the small speaker of his TV.

Finger tips tracing down the dip of your spine, he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, noticing the way you’re too spent to talk he can’t help himself never seeing you like this.

“Same time next week?”

Fighting the smile that’s threatening to tug up your cheeks, you mumble your response against his sweat covered chest.

“Don’t push your luck Steve.”

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington smut #punk!steve #steve harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x goth!reader #steve harrington fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader

[fairyysoup]

hi boo, can we get steve and goth girl!reader? asking for a friend……

i raise you steve trying to be eddie's wingman to goth girl!reader but the plan going slightly awry

Fucking Hot

warnings: goth!fem!reader, reader annihilating some firewood with both an ax and her bare hands, eddie being a simp and also probably a virgin, steve being the world's best and worst wingman simultaneously, shades of steddie, slight bi!steve

words: 2.2k

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#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #roses* #steve harrington drabble #eddie munson drabble #stranger things #goth!reader x steddie

[scarletfver]

did some 80s makeup and hair on myself and then i remember the grip that eddie munson had on me when stranger things came out… so this is now my eddie munson gf cosplay LOL what yall think??

#80s aesthetic #80s nostalgia #80s fashion #80s music #80s goth #80s movies #80s hair #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson art

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

when I kissed the teacher - request a moodboard! (it can be for a character, a prompt, word, name, colour or ask me to make one that fits the vibe of your blog) 

what aboutt the angel devil au <3

— @inkluvs

I already made another one for them, it's right here.

join my 5k celebration! | devil & angel AU masterlist

#lea answers #5k celebration #moodboard #angel & devil steddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson moodboard #steve harrington moodboard #steddie x reader #aestethic #mb #dark moodboard #spooky aesthetic #dark aesthetic #gothic aesthetic #goth aesthetic #gothcore #art detail #art #artwork #monster art #halloween aesthetic #halloween moodboard #demoncore #witchcore #witch aesthetic #dark academia #grunge aesthetic #fairycore #fairytalecore

[vneuns]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲

PAIRING — eddie munson x afab!reader

WORD COUNT — 2.4k

SUMMARY — Y/n and Steve dated after him and Nancy broke up and everyone assumed they dated while the two high school sweethearts were still together. So after so much Y/n decides to speak up at Prom telling all her fellow peers what happened

NOTE(S) — this is super shitty, and no I’m not just saying that so read at your own risk lmao don’t say I didn’t warn you.. but if you somehow ACTUALLY enjoy this please please lmk you thoughts <3

walking in the halls of hawkins high had never made you feel unsafe until now. the looks and the whispers made you feel smaller than ever before. at one point you ran this school, you had people at your feet but people find out you and Mr. Popular dated around the same time him and Ms. Goody two shoes broke up; all of a sudden it was as if you had some sort of cheese touch and people couldn’t help but keep their distance.

you’d been labeled the school home wrecker.

coming up on your locker you noticed the word SLUT in big red spray painted words across it though it was spelled more like ZLUT, and couldn’t help but shake your head. oh how this was getting fucking old.

standing in front of the dark blue locker you took in the work. as if you were admiring it in a museum. a few snorts and giggles were heard behind you but you ignored them, just taking in the fact that someone wasted half a can on spray paint graffitiing your locker.

loser. you rolled your eyes beginning to turn the lock to put your backpack inside when a body appeared next to you.

speaking of losers. “They need to get something original. and maybe learn to spell while they’re at it.” Eddie sighed taking in the work as you once did that was on your locker door. after placing your backpack inside the small space and taking out your books for your next few classes you slammed the door closed turning towards the brunette.

“Yeah well what’d you expect, half of them failed a few times.” Eddie pouted at you at the mention of failing. “But you know how to spell! That’s something you have over them.”

“M’lady,” Your best friend holds up a brown paper bag handing it to you as you throw your head back in ecstasy a small moan leaving your pillowy lips. Putting your hand inside you grabbed the blueberry bagel from the bottom of the bag from you and Ed’s favorite bagel and donut place.

It’s where the two of you had met after he saw you looking over a sheet of music, because conveniently his band was also looking for a lead singer at the time. Of course you were skeptical at first but he offered for you to sit in on a practice and you saw how good they were.

It’s where the two of you had met after he saw you looking over a sheet of music, because conveniently his band was also looking for a lead singer at the time. Of course you were skeptical at first but he offered for you to sit in on a practice and you saw how good they were.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You stood slightly on your tiptoes placing multiple kisses on his cheek in between each word as you kept walking.

taking a bite of your muffin you hadn’t realized the slight blush that had taken over Eddie’s face. it was normal small kisses here and there but it wasn’t until recently that eddie realized that the more he tried pushing down his feelings for you the more he fell in love.

“i’m dreading going to this class.” your voice came out muffled from the big bite of the muffin you had taken. eddie smiled wiping off a bit of crumbs from the inner corner of your mouth before replying.

“just a few more months.”

****

“Y/n L/n and Eddie Munson please report to the principles office.” Curiously you turned towards Eddie who just shrugged his shoulders as the two of you grabbed your things before making your way towards the front office.

It was only fifth period what the hell could the two of have done within the span of a few hours.

“Maybe they called us down to tell us we can graduate early.” you questioned the second the two of you were out of the door and making a left turn towards your doom.

“Pfft, yeah right.”

—

“Ms. L/n, Mr. Munson.” Your principle nodded at you both signaling for you to take a seat across from her at her desk. Cautiously you both took a seat looking around as if there was some kind of prank about to be pulled on the two of you. This caused her to laugh.

“Don’t worry nothings wrong, neither of you are in trouble or anything of the sorts; But let me be the first to apologize for everything that’s happened as of late.” Her head turn towards you bowing her head slightly.

“But as the two of you know Prom is approaching and approaching fast, you may or may not have heard about the recent incident with our last band and the.. rat infestation where they must practice so we’ve been looking for a new one.” Eddie’s eyes turn towards you out of the corner of your eye a slight smirk on his face.

“And what does this have to do with us?” He leans forward slightly as if your principle is about to spill the biggest secret of the year.

“Well.. we were hoping your band would preform for us at prom,”

“Do you even know our bands—“

“We’ll do it!” you cut Eddie off before he can ruin this once and a lifetime opportunity for the both of you.

“What?”

“Yay! You can talk to Ms. Dickinson about all the details as far as payment and everything else.” Before either of you can react she’s rushing you both out of her office before you can change your mind and slamming the door in your faces.

Looking up you meet the eyes of your best friend who has a single eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. “You better know what the hell you’re doing L/n.”

The weeks leading up to prom were stressful.. to say the least. Every waking moment you had that you hadn’t spent practicing your songs with the band, you spent writing one you had planned to perform before the prom queen and king were announced. You barely slept, barely ate, barely did any of life’s necessary activities to live because you were planning on making history for the class of ‘86.

Making sure the last finishing touches of your hair and makeup were done you stood in the mirror looking over your outfit one last time.

You were wearing a leather black skirt, with a pair of high top black converse, fishnets, and and one sleeve black crop top with a leather belt that sat right under your chest.

“Y/n Eddie’s here!” Your mother called from downstairs and with that you picked up your clutch from off your dresser before making your way downstairs to meet your date best friend.

“You clean up nicely Munson.” You compliment the boy who was waiting for you at the end of the stairs his body clad in a pair of black jeans, a black leather jacket, and his signature white and black Hellfire shirt.

“You’re one to talk.” He throws back putting his hand out when you made it to the last step, pulling you into him he placed a small kiss on your head whispering something only for you to hear. Cheeks heating slightly at the compliment before shaking your head and getting ready to take pictures.

After loads of picture taking, and a lesson on safe sex.. for whatever reason the two of you were finally off to your last prom.

“Drive safe and call me if you’re gonna be out later.” Your mother called as you made your way to Eddie’s van. Giving her a thumbs up, you climbed in the front seat after Eddie opened your door, smiling internally to yourself when you realized your seat was still just the way you liked it.

Once he was sure you were inside and had your seatbelt on he made his way around the car getting in as well.

“Ready to change Prom history forever?” your best friend questioned as he pulled out of garage and onto the street looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Nervous…”

After having to stop behind a few cars at a red light, Eddie turned towards you grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him.

“You’re gonna do great and everyone gonna love you, and if they don’t i’ll personally beat them up.” Your cheeks heated up at the sentiment turning towards the window after the light turned green.

“Are you blushing?” the brunette next to you asked a teasing tone on his voice as he pulled off after the car in front of him.

“Shut up..” you grumbled. Within seconds you felt a hand resting on your exposed thigh.

“That’s alright.. atleast now I can say i made THE y/n blush with one simple sentence” he chuckled just shaking his head. By the time you two arrived the party hash already started. Of course there was the occasional side eye glance from people who obviously had nothing better to do with their life but other then that you had an amazing time.

After singing all the songs you had originally planned to play now it was time to play the song that would hopefully change “Prom history”.

“Now before we announce our Prom king & queen we have a special performance.. so without further or do would you give a warm welcome to y/n y/l/n and Eddie Munson!” Your principal said enthusiastically a hint of nervousness hidden in her voice. Their were a few claps from the people in the audience but not too many.. ya know given your reputation. But despite that you walked out Eddie following close behind with a grin on both of your faces.

“Hello everyone,” Your eyes scanned the crowd bored expressions on all of their faces. Shaking your head you pulled the mic stand down just a tad so it was right below your lips before continuing.

“So as some of you may know a little while ago I was labeled the school slut,” a teacher off to the side of the stage coughed but you ignored it before continuing.

“because rumors were spread I dated a guy while he was still in a relationship, .” A few students whispered amongst themselves as your eyes trailed from looking between Steve who was with some girl with a wavy bob and Nancy who was stood next to Jonathan biting at her nails.

“Except that actually isn’t true.. I wrote this song explaining how it actually went down.” The lights dimmed as a spotlight went on you and Eddie began to play the first note.

“I said i wanted thin mints.. you said you knew a guy.” a faint smile appeared on your face at the mention of that one fateful night you and steve had gotten the munchies and wanted the chocolate covered minty cookies.

“You showed up with a boom box and stars in your eyes, Who knew cuddling on a trampoline could be so reckless, We bonded over black eye peas and complicated exes..”

Peeking just over your lashes you could see your peers whispering amongst themselves a few looking over at the once very iconic couple standing towards the back of the crowd on opposite sides.

Just as the chorus began to play you pulled the mic from its place on the microphone stand taking a step backwards as you met Eddie in the middle. A goofy smile on your lips as he stuck out his tongue trying to get you to smile and doing so successfully.

“Now I’m a home-wrecker, i’m a slut I got death threats filling up semi trucks, Tell me who I am because i don’t have a choice.. all because i liked a-“

By the end of your three minute song the crowd had seemingly caught on to the lyrics and were singing along to the chorus.

The room grew quiet as the song neared it’s end, the mic was back on its stand and Eddie was back in his original position taking long gulps from the water bottle being as that he no longer had to play.

“When everything went down we’d already broken up, Please tell me who I am.. Guess i don’t have a choice, All because I liked a boy…. A boy, A boy, All because I liked a boy.”

And for the first time in a while there were smiles directed towards you.. from the people who had been looking down on you for months. Then it was as if everything went in slow motion when the back track finally ended and applause’s and cheers were heard.

Eddie threw his guitar to his back as he made his way to stand next to you, taking your hand in his as the two of you took a bow. Taking in the cheers for a second Eddie pulled you into his side with a quick kiss on the side of your head before leaning into the microphone before the two of you left stage.

“Thank you all so much for letting us perform for you tonight, we are Corroded Coffin.” And with that Eddie was pulling you off stage.

Seeming to have come out of your state of shock when you were off stage you grabbed Eddie’s other hand jumping up and down out of excitement, chuckling the brunette just watched you with a grin on his face.

“Oh my god- i can’t- we just, OH MY GOD!”

“Hey hey! Shhh.” Eddie whispered pulling you into his warm sweat clad body listening intently as you spoke muffled words of excitement into his chest.

“You were amazing out there.” Your best friend told you after pulling away his hands on your elbows keeping you just close enough to still be able to spell your strawberry pound cake perfume. As much of a stubborn hard ass as you were, boy did you wear that scent religiously.

“WE were amazing out there.” You corrected a soft smile playing on your lips the adrenaline still rushing through your bones. An in that moment Eddie knew he couldn’t continue to push down his feelings for you. As much as you were his best friend you were the love of his life and he wouldn’t change that for the world.

Without anymore hesitation Eddie pulled you back towards him again but this time one hand was on the side of your cheek the other resting on your hip bone his thumb softly caressing the exposed skin above your skirt. “Wha-,” before you could question his motive his lips were moving against yours.

The kiss had caught you by surprise but after a moment your arms were around your best friends neck leaning more deeply into the kiss.

“… King & Queen, Eddie Munson and Y/n Y/l/n”

( should i make a taglist? )

library blog is @velequelx

#fluff #angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things x poc!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #cherry picked recs #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x goth!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x goth reader #eddie munson x fem reader #steve harrington x poc!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #steve harrington ff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #sabrina carpenter #because i liked a boy

[stvharrngton]

steeve's reaction if u get nipple piercings tho

stop 😭 boy loves your tits anyway but when you get them pierced? and you don’t wear a bra? so u can see the little metal balls through ur shirt? he’d go fucking crazy and you know they take like a good amount of time to heal too so he’d just be whining the whole time cause he just wants to touch them and kiss and lick em and he would so offer to help you with the aftercare just so he could touch ur boobies

#steve x goth/emo girlie 🥰🥺 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #Anonymous #asks #k.hc

[httpsjeonglvr]

#spotify #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things x oc #joseph quinn #joe keery #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #stranger things x reader #alexademie #mia goth #jamie campbell bower #daveed diggs #timothee chalamet #80s #sydney sweeney

[usedtobecooler]

this must be the place

eddie munson x steve harrington x afab!reader | 8.6k words

summary: the summer of 1985 is only just beginning when a trip to scoops ahoy! unlocks some deeply hidden feelings you have swirling in your stomach for steve harrington. eddie munson won't let you live it down, and maybe that’s due to his own feelings too, but a chance encounter on a hot night at lovers lake sends you all down a rabbit hole you could never of prepared for.

content warnings: 18+ only minors dni, sexual content (threesome, piv sex, oral sex male receiving, dirty talk, van sex), porn with plot, eddie and reader are fwbs with feelings, gentle bullying and banter, eddie is canonically queer, mentions of past king!steve, brief homophobia mentions, a heartfelt conversation. feelings are felt on all three sides, if you don't like it look away <3 reader isn't explicitly described as alt/goth but it's implied.

Steve Harrington is staring at you. 

In his silly little sailor uniform, eyeing you up whilst you silently pick at your banana sundae. It’s strange, truly, because Steve Harrington was a certified ladykiller, and had been for as long as you’d known him. You’d seen him lay on the signature moves one too many times during previous encounters, always making the girls blush and ogle at him dreamily as he told them exactly what they wanted to hear. 

So, why was he looking at you like a classified moron? Like a little creep who had no idea how to interact with women?

He was unfairly attractive, even when he was watching you like a dumbass. Dark lashes fanning his cheeks when he blinked — freckled, tan skin and juicy, almost glossy looking lips. He was so pretty it was kind of hard to look at him. Nobody was immune to the Harrington charm, not even you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself he didn’t have an affect on you. 

You take longer than you care to admit to before you catch yourself staring back behind hooded lids, and Steve notices, gives you a small smile. You duck your head back down, a heat spreading over your cheeks – why were you acting like a schoolgirl?!

“Don’t turn around, but—“ you barely even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, the poor guy frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his shocked face before he’s turning away. He hastily retreats through the barn doors to the back room, and you’re almost positive you see a cartoonish puff of air that his disappearing act leaves in his wake. 

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” you hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware. 

“Hey! No hitting,” Eddie whines, leaning forward and stealing the glazed cherry from your sundae, popping it in his mouth with a delighted grin. You go to make a noise of protest, and he’s already butting in, “Nuh-uh, I think not, brat. That’s payment for the tyranny of abuse I have to deal with.” 

You roll your eyes, digging your spoon into the melting ice cream, grimacing — you never liked the texture of ice cream once it began to heat, “Stop being such a big crybaby,” it comes out as a grumble, no menace behind it, as you pay even more unneeded attention to the dripping cream that spills from the lip of the spoon, “I swear Steve was like… staring at me.” 

Eddie snorts, swiping the glass from your side of the table. You let him, too — you didn’t want it anymore, and Eddie was a creep who liked melted ice cream, especially when all the flavours swirled together and created an almost grey-like colour, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. You’ve got a giant zit on your forehead — I’ve been staring, too.” 

“Oh, real cute, Eddie.” You roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to your face, fingertips gently running over your smooth skin to make sure there were in fact no pimples. Eddie chortles at that, too, knowing he’d got you concerned about the possibility of there being an actual zit that Steve Harrington was indeed staring at. The thought alone was mortifying.

You watch in disgusted wonderment as he tucks into the ice cream like a man starved. He always ate like he hadn’t had a meal in months, it bordered on gross. You grimace a little when ice cream dribbles out the corner of his mouth, though you catch yourself fighting not to lean over and swipe it away like the main character in a John Hughes movie. 

“Remind me again why I suck face with you for fun?” You ponder, mostly to yourself, but Eddie’s looking at you with his stupid, big doe eyes and this goofy grin on his face, so you don’t even need him to tell you the answer. 

You know why. 

“Saw Harrington checking you out today,” Eddie says, almost conversationally, and you scoff — you’re literally riding his dick, what sort of fucking thing to say during sex is that? 

“What?” You ask, bewilderment etched on your features as you stop your rhythm, planting your ass firmly on Eddie’s thighs and he groans, the tight heat of your pussy completely enveloping his length making him shudder. 

“Shit, why’d you stop?” He whines, head landing with a small thump against your soft pillows, his big brown orbs rolling into the back of his skull. He grips onto your hips tightly, rucking up into you for emphasis, and you gasp.

“Why are you thinking about Steve Harrington when your dick is in me?” You counter, rolling your hips until your clit catches on the thatch of dark hair nestled on Eddie’s pubic bone, a shudder vibrating through your whole body from the sensation. 

“I wasn’t,” Eddie argues, but it’s half-assed. He grows impatient quickly, slides an arm around your back and flips you over in one motion — it’s pretty smooth, especially for Eddie, who was mostly gangly and not in control of his own limbs at any given time. You keen into it, a shocked little moan escaping you when he bottoms out once more, ruddy head of his cock sliding against your front wall, “Jus’ think he wants to fuck you, is all.” 

You narrow your eyes, a smirk playing on the corners of your lips, “Why do you sound jealous?” You cackle, sighing softly when Eddie ruts into you deeper, staking his claim without a single word, “You’re the one fucking me right now, not him. You worried he’s gonna steal me away? That maybe he’d be better? Bigger?” 

Eddie’s eyes narrow at that, any sweetness in his glassy eyes vanishing when you speak. You’re in for it, truly. You’ve touched a nerve, and he’s wound up. You can’t help the way your chest tightens, a heat blooming in you that’s a mix of want and pride. It was so easy to rile him up.

“You’re gonna regret that, brat,” Eddie says through gritted teeth, gripping at the underside of your thighs, bruisingly tight, hauling your knees up to your ears. The new angle makes you cry out, his cock bruising into your cervix, “There you go, sweetheart. Cry for my cock. Beg for it.”

You can’t get Steve Harrington out of your mind. It’s not that you deliberately think of him, it’s just hard not to when he’s suddenly everywhere.

You watch from your bedroom window with a furrowed brow as said Steve Harrington climbs out of his ridiculously flashy Bimmer, dressed in too-tight faded jeans, a grey shell jacket and a plain white tee underneath. He’s so fucking tan, like he’s been out bathing in the heat of Indiana’s summer all day and not working under the harsh fluorescent lights in Scoops. 

You bite at your glossy lip, wondering if there’s any tan lines there or if he’s truly that tanned all over. Wondering if his moles and beauty marks dip below the collar of his jacket, desperately wanting to trace them with your tongue and make him squirm.

Linda Curtis bounces out of her front door, adjacent to your own, permed blonde hair pulled back in a claw clip, dressed in the ugliest pink shirt you've ever seen. Linda was an ex drama club nerd, had vaguely run in the same circle as Steve used to during Senior year, once she got her braces off and Tommy considered her hot. Billy Hargrove drove her to school one goddamn time and that was it, she was hot shit everybody wanted. What Steve saw in her, you would never know, but it took all sorts. Or whatever Eddie said.

You watch curiously as the Harrington charm works it’s magic right in front of your very eyes, Steve steps in close to Linda, brushes a loose curl back out of her eyes — Jesus Christ, why was that doing something for you — and says something you can’t make out, but it’s enough to have Linda blushing and pulling nervously on the hem of her denim shorts.

Why were you jealous?

The telltale noise of an obnoxiously loud horn honking lets you — and probably the entire neighbourhood — know Eddie had arrived to pick you up, snapping you completely out of your daydream. Your lips curl up into a smirk when both Linda and Steve jump ten feet at the sound, Steve rolling his eyes and scoffing.

What a bitch.

Eddie catches you looking from your window and lets out an obnoxious laugh, grinning up at you with his annoyingly perfect teeth. You wanted to punch him, maybe, but Friday nights were for one thing and one thing only, and that was getting high at Lovers Lake in the flatbed of the van. 

So it’d have to wait until you didn’t need him for the weed or the ride.

Summer meant the pretty sunset as a backdrop whilst you smoked the day's events away — it somehow made everything that little bit more relaxing, watching the swirls of orange, pink and purple melt together as your brain fogged with the drugs, a nice settling in your tummy as your high took over. 

It was second only to the heavy September rain that you loved so much, you found yourself yearning for it all year around. The loud patter of the large droplets clinking on the tin roof of Eddie’s van, buried under a nest of blankets to keep the cool chill off your arms and legs. Eddie’s hot breath fanning over your neck as he kissed it, chest heavy against your back. Warm, solid and comforting.

Maybe you were in love with him, or maybe you weren’t. You didn’t want to think too much about that.

You glide out of the house as quietly as you can muster, not wanting to arouse suspicion about where you were going. Even in your twenties, your parents would still have a few choice words for you in regards to Eddie Munson, and you were in no mood for the lecture. You’d heard it too many times in the years you’d known him, since fifth grade when he pushed you in the playground and you pulled his hair in retaliation. 

From that moment on you were inseparable, to the dismay of your parents.

You’re aware of two other sets of eyes watching you from across the street as you bounce down the driveway, all smiles as excitement thrums through your entire body. Eddie’s maybe looking at you like you hung the fucking moon or something, but that’s probably to do with the fact you’re wearing his shirt and looking the epitome of hot.

Okay, maybe you had a complex.

“So that’s where my shirt went,” Eddie hums, giving you an appreciative once-over as you wrench the passenger door open with a horrific sounding crunch of metal, “looks better on you, I’ve gotta say.”

You clamber into the van with a huff, laughter spilling into it, “Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to woo me, Munson. We’re gonna fuck anyway, don’t worry.”

Eddie laughs loud and so fucking obnoxious, as if for somebody else’s entertainment, and it does catch the attention of the lovebirds on the other side of the road. You look over just as Steve catches your eyes, and suddenly your chest feels kind of heavy as he stares at you with a kind of intensity that you can’t put a finger on.

“Take a fuckin’ picture, Harrington,” Eddie cackles, head basically out the fucking window and he’s grinning at them both, snapping you completely out of it, “that’s as close as you’re getting to her, count your lucky stars.”

Linda turns her nose up, like she’s disgusted at the fact that Eddie even so much as looked in her direction, however Steve flusters. His cheeks flush with something akin to embarrassment, and he turns his head to hide from you both, instead busying himself with grappling for Linda’s hands once more. 

Eddie laughs almost maniacally as you take off, tyres squealing and kicking up loose stone chips in your wake, “Little Stevie didn’t know what to do with himself!”

“He looked mortified.” You agree quietly, sinking into your seat with a little grin. Something about Eddie having that effect on Steve from such a simple little sentence was almost entertaining, considering how things once were. 

Eddie and Steve weren’t friends. In fact quite the opposite. Steve and Tommy were miserable assholes for years, made Eddie’s life hell at any given turn unless they needed him for drugs. 

You think back, and truthfully the turning point was during Junior year. Steve had tripped Eddie in the hall, called him ‘queer’. Eddie didn’t stand for that, sucker punched Steve right in the jaw, hard enough that his skull hit the locker adjacent to him.

“That shit might hurt you when your daddy calls you it, but you’ve gotta do a lot worse than call me exactly what I am as an insult, Harrington.” Eddie had grinned, vicious and seething, as he watched Steve clutch desperately at his bruised jaw, wide eyed and hair askew from the force.

Steve never bothered Eddie again after that.

In fact, not long after, Steve never bothered anybody again. Maybe the knock to the head had quite literally knocked some sense into him, or something.

“You good?” Eddie’s voice, his large hand gripping your thigh knocks you back into reality, out of the daydream, and the grounding is enough to have your entire body melting into the simple touch.

“You ever think about what you’re gonna do if the band doesn’t work out?” You ask quietly, shoulders aching from where they dig into the bulky metal on the backs of Eddie’s front seats. The ringing in your ears drowns out the cricket chirps now, eyes hazy and no doubt bloodshot to hell, two joints deep and all that. 

You can feel Eddie’s gaze on the side of your face, like he’s trying to bore a hole into your skull and rummage around in your brain, those wide dark chocolate eyes staring you down with a serious amount of intensity. You wriggle slightly under it, suddenly uncomfortable — wrong question.

“Honestly, no,” Eddie answers honestly, tearing his eyes away from you in an instant, letting you breathe again momentarily. His curls curtain his profile, the bulbous tip of his nose the only feature now visible, he picks nervously at a loose thread on his jeans, “I’ll probably go work with Wayne at the plant, they’re always lookin’ for workers. Still sell on the side too, I doubt Rick will let me out of this deal, I bring in the most revenue.”

“Can come work at Sam Goody with me,” you sing-song, resting your head on his shoulder. You pretend not to notice the way he instantly melts at the press on his side, seemingly grounding him just as he’s beginning to panic about things like the future, “it’s a pretty good gig, and we get discounts on cassettes!” 

Eddie huffs out a laugh, pulling a drag from the joint that briefly laid forgotten at his side, ash falling onto the scratchy blanket you both laid on top of, burning holes into the material, “That code for ‘and we get to watch Harrington’s juicy ass in those shorts!’?” 

You cackle, all seriousness from the conversation vanishing in an instant as Eddie turns on his usual class clown persona, mocking you with his silly tone and grinning like an idiot, “Scoops is literally across the landing! I can’t see that far.” 

“I can’t believe he got to you,” Eddie’s teasing tone continues, he shuffles on his bony ass and accidentally shoulders you in the temple in the process, causing you to whine quietly, “sorry, shit, sorry, sweetheart. I guess I just — didn’t ticket you as being the type to like what he had going on.” 

“I could say the same for you,” your voice is barely a mumble as you drag your heavy head from his shoulder, looking at him properly.

Eddie hisses a sharp draw of breath in between his clenched teeth, passes you the joint that you take happily, sucking in a drag like a desperate woman. The silence sits heavy between you both for a long moment, weighs on you like a fucking shackle to your ankles, pulling you down into shark infested waters.

“He was always everything I wasn’t and I hated that shit,” Eddie mutters, fidgets — can’t look you in the fucking eye, “to begin with I was jealous and angry, he had it so fucking easy and people just fell at his feet, worshipped the asshole no matter how much of a prick he could be.”

You nod, extend your hand to pass the joint back to him — Eddie shudders when your cold fingers connect with his, and you allow them to linger for only a split second before you pull them back once again. 

“Remember when I punched him in the hall, once? Think it was junior year or something,” Eddie recalls, and you have to pretend like you’re not two halves of the same whole for just a moment, like you weren’t just reminiscing on the exact scenario hours earlier, “he called me queer. And at that point I didn’t really know what I was, but him saying it just — fucking solidified it, or something. I said something mean, but I confirmed to him and myself what I sorta knew all along.”

“I remember,” you breathe, chest tightening, “I think you hit close to home, when you said his dad called him the same thing.”

Eddie laughs, mirthless, canines sharp as he smiles so wide, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes — he looks manic, “Yeah, well. I’d heard shit, and I used it to my advantage at that moment. Was wrong, I know. He had it fuckin’ coming, but after that I realised… I didn’t hate him. I thought I was jealous of how easy he had it with chicks and how they fell for it, but then I guess I realised I maybe wanted to be his conquest of the week.” 

It tugs at your chest, and you’re caught between feeling relief and feeling utterly devastated that Eddie spent all this time pining and having to hide it from the world, when you could openly ogle and gawk at Steve without so much as a second glance from passersby. 

You’re too high to truly comprehend it, and maybe you just chose to ignore the signs, but now it makes sense as to why Eddie would bring Steve up and use him to mock you, how his eyes would be ablaze with something that wasn’t jealousy, but wanting. He wanted you to bring him up, wanted you to tell him your sordid fantasies. Maybe even wanted to be a part of them, and yeah. That makes your tummy flip.

Your head thumps against the backing of the passenger headrest, a loud breath escaping you that you didn’t even realise you were holding, “God, we really are too fucking alike, Wayne was right maybe we were separated at birth.” 

“Birds of a feather, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, means it this time. He crowds into your space, plants firm hands on your bare thighs and leaves a chaste kiss on your chin, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll always be my number one.” 

You had wondered if Steve’s date had gone poorly when your designated smoke break on that following Monday had been infiltrated by Robin Buckley – the poor girl sighing frustratedly, claiming she just ‘needed a breather from Harrington’s excessive whining’, to which you’d both shared a cackle. You had offered her your cigarette that she declined with a wave of her hand and a small smile, ‘trumpet player and all’ she’d grinned.

You saw Steve on Tuesday, on his lunch break as he wandered into Sam Goody to pick up an order that Dustin Henderson had put in before he went off to Summer camp for six weeks. A Wham! album from late 1984 that had you raising an eyebrow.

“Kid kinda wants to be like me,” Steve had shrugged, cocky as he rolled his eyes, leaned his arm on your counter. Flashed you the goddamn Harrington smile that momentarily had you forgetting that his taste in music was vile, “the chicks love George Michael.” 

“You’re setting the poor guy up to fail by recommending he listens to this shit,” you quipped, handing the plastic bag holding the cassette over to Steve, heat prickling up your spine when your fingers brushed over the handles, “I promise you it’s not George Michael that ‘the chicks’ are interested in.” 

“And what exactly are they interested in?” Steve asked, quirking a brow and smirking at you, giving you a once over with those wandering hazel eyes. 

The little shit was flirting.

“I think you and I both know what they’re interested in, Harrington.” You flirted back, your glossy lips smacking together, catching his eye immediately.

“Are you?” Steve breathed, focused solely on your lips, and you could almost see the second his upstairs brain shut off and his downstairs one took over for him, “Interested, I mean.”

“Oh, honey. I think you know the answer to that.” 

Eddie had appeared on Wednesday, conned you into using your staff discount for the Armed & Dangerous EP — you didn’t even like Anthrax, and Eddie didn’t have a damn record player, yet you still got it for him. 

Steve had been wandering past, hands stuffed deep in his shorts pockets as Eddie left with his bag of goodies and the most ridiculous grin on his face. So engrossed in pulling out a rolly that he slammed right into Steve’s side, sending the poor guy straight to the floor, unable to pull his hands from his pockets in time to stop himself.

You’d watched anxiously from your perch on the stool behind the counter as Eddie crouched into a squat to help Steve up, extending an arm that Steve took with a flush of colour on his cheeks and an embarrassed smile. You couldn’t see Eddie or the expression on his face, but you already knew he was saying something stupid, maybe even cracking a joke, because Steve laughed. Head thrown back and hearty enough that you could hear it faintly, their hands still clasped together even though he was already back on his feet.

Your heart fluttered, beating overtime as you watched the interaction with curious eyes, a nervous wave of butterflies in your tummy. They parted ways, and if Eddie asked, you pretended that you didn’t see him looking over his shoulder once Steve turned away, half buried behind the waves of his hair as he blushed red, his doe eyes soft and fond.

And if by some sort of confusing act of God, Steve was ever to ask you that same question, you never saw him do the exact same thing, just seconds later.

You were screwed.

Steve doesn’t arrive at the Curtis family home on Friday evening, and you can’t even pretend that you don’t let out a sigh of relief. Just as you had suspected, Robin had indeed been talking about the date during your short conversation, and Steve’s latest conquest was no more.

It’s raining lightly, thunder and lightning cracking in the distance, amplified in amongst the trees as you and Eddie pass a blunt back and forth between your bodies. You’re laid top-to-toe, his head basically hanging upside down out of the back door of the van, you in the resumed position up against the rock hard front seats. 

“There’s somebody out swimming in the lake,” Eddie says, breaking the peaceful silence with his dulcet tones, words deep and heavy from the cotton mouth. His hand halts its movements on your bare calf, “did you see another car here?”

Your eyes narrow, catching a head bobbing in and out of the water at a far distance, way too far away for you to recognise who it was, though swimmers in the lake weren’t uncommon especially during the Summer months, “No, I didn’t. Could’ve walked here, I guess.” 

Eddie’s head whips up at that, and he gets up on his elbows as if it’s going to give him a better look at you, “We’re about ten miles away from civilization, dummy. Nobody's walking out here unless they have a death wish. Maybe they parked in the trees.” 

“Why do you sound so nervous? You think Hopper or his knucklehead deputies are out here taking a dip in the lake whilst undercover trying to catch a couple of shitheads smoking a joint on a Friday night?” You cackle, and Eddie rolls his eyes, lets out an annoyed huff and plucks the joint from your relaxed fingers.

“I’m on my final strike, asshole.” Eddie grunts, sitting up properly and craning his neck to get a better look as the person swims closer and closer to you both, the ripples of water as they glide along the only giveaway, as they keep their head underwater the entire duration.

You find yourself drifting off, hazy and blissed out, the noises and visuals a cacophony of brain scratching senses. Your eyelids go heavy, drooping, and before you know it Eddie’s fingers are brushing your skin and helping along, adding to the sanctity of your mind. You doze peacefully, sighing contentedly. 

Footsteps closing in knock you out of your unconscious state, your brain alerting you to another person who certainly wasn’t Eddie approaching — panic creeps in momentarily, until the figure appears at the open door of the van, knocking the breath from your lungs in a mixture of relief and desperation.

Steve Harrington is in front of you. Dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and a fucking cropped vest, exposing his toned stomach, his happy trail glistening as droplets of water clinging to the dark hair that disappears into the low waistband of his pants.

It’s. Sobering, to say the least. You’re suddenly conscious of how you’re sitting, legs spread wide in your own shorts, slumped down like an absolute slob. Eyes bloodshot from the weed, your shirt askew. 

Okay, cool. Steve’s going to take one look at you and decide you’re in fact a completely disgusting creature that he absolutely does not find attractive. Great, just great.

Eddie breaks the silence, his voice knocking you out of your trance so quickly you startle yourself, jumping in your seat, “Steve Harrington, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Eddie smirks, shuffling back into the bed of the van until he’s propped up against the side, kicking his legs out flat right across the bottoms of your feet. 

“Just thought I’d come say hi, thought it was your van from back there,” Steve’s nonchalant, shrugging, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet, trying and failing to not watch Eddie’s every move as his gangly limbs manoeuvre, “you got anymore?”

Drugs, he means drugs. Could probably smell them a mile off, could tell you were both high just by looking at you, remembered Eddie was a dealer and wanted his own.

You try to hide your disappointment, though your face always had a way of talking for you, and you feel your nose scrunching in distaste before you can stop it. Steve fails to notice, dumbstruck bambi eyes watching Eddie like he wants to — you don’t even know, but it’s almost like he wants to ask something else.

“You want in?” Eddie asks tentatively, seemingly asking the question for Steve like he knew exactly what he wanted to say, holding a fresh rolly up in between his thumb and forefinger like an offering, “We were just about to spark this one up, and I’m sure you could do with the… relaxation after that show you just put on.”

He’s mocking, grinning like the Cheshire cat as Steve flounders, flushes a deep shade of red across his cheeks, but climbs into the van like he’s meant to fucking be there or something, sliding down right next to Eddie close enough that their thighs are touching roughly, the rivulets of water on Steve’s leg clinging to the material of Eddie’s jeans and soaking them in the process.

Eddie’s eyes widen like saucers, like he expected Steve to tell him to fuck off, yet there he was pressed against Eddie like it was the most normal thing in the world. Steve produces a lighter from the pocket of his shorts, plucks the joint from Eddie’s hand like it’s nothing, and presses it between his cherry red, plump lips. Sparks it up and inhales deeply, eyelids fluttering shut, thick eyelashes fanning his cheeks.

Your thighs clench as you watch Steve’s adams apple bob up and down, the vast expanse of his tan neck stretching as his head thumps back, whole body slumping as the sudden nicotine hit relaxes his body. You connect the moles and freckles with your eyes, fingers itching in your lap, resisting the urge to lunge forward and mark him up, connect the beauty marks with your mouth, suck bruises into his skin until he’s whining and begging. 

The air lies heavy between you all, nobody saying a word as you pass the blunt back and forth, your high settling in once more, enough to have you light headed and itching to touch more and more and more. Ten minutes or maybe an hour go past, you’re not too sure which. 

You can tell Eddie is starting to feel the same, from the way his thigh begins jiggling up and down — usually by this point he had a lapful of you, grinding against him and gasping for release as your drug-addled brains melted with the need to touch and to kiss and to fuck.

Steve wiggles in his place next to Eddie, his large palm coming out to slap Eddie’s thigh and keep his leg still, like he’s annoyed by the constant jerking movement, yet his flushed skin and agape mouth tell you otherwise. Somebody whines, needy, and you’re not too sure which one of you it is, but the sound goes straight to your core, has your cunt fluttering. 

Eddie breaks first, pulling you into his lap unceremoniously, your arms instinctively wrapping around his pale shoulders to ground yourself as you’re flung like a ragdoll, his hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingertips pressing almost bruisingly, yet you keen into it, desperate for more.

Your bare calf touches Steve’s thigh, and he’s looking at you like a deer caught in headlights — pretty hazel eyes staring up at you in awe, watching as your body rocks against Eddie’s own, though you don’t dare settle down on his crotch properly, waiting for Steve’s confirmation that he’s good with this.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, just to be sure, making it clear that you’re not adding two plus two and getting five, needing to know for certain this is what he wants, “Tell me what you’re thinking, Steve.” 

Eddie’s own gaze lands on Steve now, soft and gentle, no teasing on his features anymore, pure sincerity. Steve looks back and forth between you both, bites that fucking lip of his as he ponders.

“I think-” Steve starts, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, “that I just… really wanna kiss one of you right now.” 

If Eddie’s surprised, drawn back or even nervous, he doesn’t let on, as he leans into Steve’s space with parted lips, a stupid lazy smirk tugging at the corners, enough to make your core ache for him. 

You watch with hazy eyes as they share breath back and forth, two pairs of deep set brown eyes locking and conversing without words as you heave desperately, rutting gently against Eddie’s thigh. His rings bite into the soft skin of your waist, grounding you, letting you know he’s still aware of your presence. 

Steve closes the gap first, slots their lips together and startling a desperate whine from the back of Eddie’s throat — a noise you weren’t even aware he could make. Steve’s large hand runs up along Eddie’s rosy red cheek, fingers splaying and nails raking into Eddie’s scalp as their mouths move together like ripples of water.

It’s beautiful to watch, you can’t look away (as if you even fucking wanted to), your hands bunching into the bottom hem of Eddie’s shirt to help you sway your hips back and forth. Eddie’s sharp tongue peaks out to swipe along Steve’s bottom lip, and Steve surges forward to deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing together as they pant breathily and moan quietly. 

You’re not sure when it happens, but Eddie’s rough hand on your waist begins to guide you against the starchy material of his jeans, like he’s paying just as much attention to you as he is to Steve. 

You take your opportunity, leaning forward to latch your mouth onto Eddie’s exposed collarbone, biting and suckling like a woman starved as you finally, fucking finally let yourself rock against Eddie properly – grinding against his half-hard cock until he’s whining breathily into the kiss, clinging onto your waist. 

Maybe you’re feeling ballsy because of the drugs, or maybe it’s because you’ve just waited forever to get your hands on Steve Harrington, but soon enough your hand is ghosting up his inner thigh, pressing hot and heavy against the sizable bulge in his ridiculously short shorts.

“Y’r both gonna fucking kill me,” Steve groans against Eddie’s lips, breaking the kiss momentarily only for Eddie to surge forward once more and reattach their mouths, and your pussy flutters – hearing Steve so fucked out from the simplest of touches sends a hot, prickly flush up your body, settles in your core. 

Your hand presses more firmly onto Steve’s cock, hips rutting against Eddie’s and they both roll their hips at the same fucking time, pressing into your hand and cunt respectively. Your brain short circuits, lips detaching from Eddie’s collarbone so you can moan, wet and panting against his damp skin.

“You wanna fuck her, Harrington?” Eddie asks, bites at Steve’s bottom lip and Steve keens into it, grunts and fucks his hips up into your hand again. Eddie releases his lip, trails kisses down Steve’s chin and to his jaw, rough and sucking, sure to leave a mark, “She wants you to, I know she does. Fantasises about you wrecking her, think you’re up to the task?” 

Steve nods, feverish and almost pathetic, and you have to question if he’s always like this during sex or if Eddie really just has that effect on him, has Steve reduced to nothing more than a mess as you both finally lock eyes once again, “Please, nggh, please. Wanna fuck you so bad, baby, please? Will you let me?” 

The begging does something to your insides you never would’ve expected, and you’re throwing yourself into Steve’s lap. His hands grab onto your waist, replacing Eddie’s and it’s noticeable, he’s gentle, almost unsure of how to take you – he looks up at you, leans up to press your lips together and you’re unravelling in his arms.

He kisses like a fucking boyfriend, lips gliding against your own just roughly enough to have you melting into it, tongue swiping your bottom lip the same way Eddie did to him just minutes earlier, licking into your mouth and gliding his tongue against your own in this perfect rhythm that has you rutting down into his lap. The thick length of his now fully hard cock nestles perfectly in the cave of your pussy, only covered by three thin layers of clothing. 

You’re delirious with it, hands on his cheeks, fingers buried into his hair as you suck face like you might die if you stop. You can feel Eddie’s intense gaze on you both, his hand slipping in between Steve and your own torsos to tug gently at your loose shirt, pushing it up your chest to expose your tits to the cool air. 

His fingers are everywhere, rubbing and pulling at your nipples, hardening them and sending shockwaves of want and desire down your entire body. Steve disconnects your lips with a string of spit, his eyes hazy and darkened with lust as he bends down to latch onto your tit, sucking and licking it into his mouth like a desperate thing. 

You’re so turned on you might fucking die, rutting against Steve’s clothed erection fast and hard, desperate to feel that catch and drag rough against your clit. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, breath hot against the side of your face, mouthing at the sensitive skin below your ear, “Harrington as talented with his mouth as you hoped?” 

“I know now why the ladies love him,” you squeak, unable to contain it when Eddie’s fingers finally leave the swollen bud of your nipple and dip down below, hand hot and heavy as he pushes the offending material of your shorts away so he can press against your cunt, swiping over your clit with two fingers, the back of his palm digging into Steve’s cock in the process.

“Oh my fucking god,” Steve grunts pathetically, bites down on your nipple and punches his hips up into Eddie’s hand, rocks against him for a moment before settling back down again. He pulls off of you with a wet pop, chooses instead to trail kisses up your chest and to your neck that have you moaning unabashedly, “you sound s’fucking pretty, can’t believe it.” 

You can hardly focus on a single thing, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body. Eddie knows you inside and out, pushes with a perfect pressure on your clit, swiping over it in fast circles as he mutters sweet nothings, coaxing moans and gasps from you with every touch. Steve’s attacking your neck, biting and kissing, leaving a mark in a way that you’d practically wished for for too fucking long.

“Shit, Harrington,” Eddie’s voice raising a little knocks you out of it, his fingers slipping through the wetness of your folds and off of your clit like he was caught off guard, “like it a little rough or somethin’?” 

Your half lidded eyes watch as Steve’s hand grips at Eddie’s thigh, ghosting closer and closer to the inside seam until Eddie breaks, uses his free hand to pop the button on his jeans and shuck them down his thighs, finally allowing his cock the damn release from those tight pants.

Eddie resumes his motions on your clit properly once he’s done shuffling, “Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologises, swirling the tips of his fingers over the bundle of nerves fast enough to have you seeing stars, “Know you well enough to know it won’t take you long, anyway.”

He’s right. The slick noises of your pussy being worked over invade your ears, the deep blooming in your core rising quickly as Eddie sets an almost brutal rhythm, desperate to get you there. You cling onto Steve’s biceps as he sucks another bruise just below your jaw, hot mouth leaving your skin finally, letting up so that you can breathe, if only a little.

You’re not sure why it shocks you when Steve spits into his palm like it’s nothing, wraps a firm hand around the length of Eddie’s cock like he’s done it a million times before but it does, and suddenly you’re flushing hot all over, the visual of Eddie’s eyes shutting and mouth falling open in a grunt the last thing you see before your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm wracking your body with such force that you slump into Steve’s front — head on his shoulder, hips stuttering as Eddie works you through it.

“That’s it, honey, oh shit,” Steve’s voice sounds strained as he watches you stain the front of his shorts with your release, his hand heavy on your waist as you ride Eddie’s hand, his wrist glistening in the light, “you’re both so hot, fuck me.” 

You flush at Steve’s words, whining in the back of your throat, “Sensitive, Eds,” you squeal, hips jerking back and away from Eddie’s hand – you get why he’s slow to move, when you see how Steve’s jerking his cock, how Eddie’s hips are fucking up into it, the dark red head leaking down his shaft and coating Steve’s fingers. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie’s apologetic as his hand moves, though he’s so breathy and fucked out that you can tell he’s hardly paying enough attention to care, “get your fucking dick out, Steve.” 

Your trembling hands do it for him, and Steve willingly lifts his hips up to let you pull the offending material down. His cock springs out and — oh, oh fuck.

He’s so fucking big it makes your mouth water, so heavy under it’s own weight that it sits flush against Steve’s toned, heaving belly as he sucks in sharp breaths, slightly curved to the side and cut, the head almost purple with need, soaking wet with his own precum.

“Of course you’ve got a monster cock,” Eddie grunts, rolling his eyes, no heat to his words when Steve squeezes him tighter, jerks the head, flicks his thumb over the slit, “would’ve sworn you’d touched a hundred dicks with how good you are at it, fuuuck.” 

“You’re gonna give me a goddamn complex,” Steve moans, stripping Eddie’s cock faster until the other man is literally shaking in his spot, hips vibrating, and you’ve seen this a million times — Eddie is close.

“Stop— mmph, stop, gotta stop,” Eddie pants, scrambling to halt Steve’s motions on his dick, which Steve does without a second thought, though his hand still lays loosely on the base as it pulses, slit weeping, “I’m gonna blow my fucking load if you keep doing that shit.” 

There’s a heavy silence between you all for a moment, exchanged looks that say more than words probably could in such a highly charged situation — it’s like Steve was always here, the way he slots in and understands exactly what’s going on like he’d been with you both before in this way. It makes your heart clench, makes your tummy do flips.

You climb from Steve’s lap, rid yourself of your shorts and soiled panties whilst Steve and Eddie shuffle themselves around – Steve lying down, head propped up on the two sad looking pillows Eddie always kept around, and Eddie on his knees at Steve’s side. 

It’d be truly ridiculous to look at from an outsider's perspective, like a bad porno movie, but you’re all so turned on that you can’t see past the want to care enough, as you climb back into Steve’s lap and resume your position.

“Want you to fuck me now,” you murmur, doe eyed and desperate as you cling to Steve’s shirt, rocking down onto his dick again, spreading your wetness over his shaft, “please, Steve?” 

Steve whines pathetically, grabs a hold of his dick by the base, hazards a guess at where your opening is and fails miserably, unable to see anything at this angle. You try to help, wiggling your hips until the fat head catches on your clit — you both groan, a slight tinge of laughter in yours from the absurdity of it all.

“Damn Steve, can’t even find her pussy when it’s right in front of you,” Eddie huffs impatiently, yet his words are full of arousal you swear you’ve never heard, licking his wet, plump lips as he leans over to grab the base of Steve’s cock, slides the head against your wet cunt until you’re both whining and gasping for it, “sit on him then, sweetheart. Take his big cock like the good girl you are, yeah?” 

Steve grips onto the meat of your thighs as you sink down, gasping at the sheer stretch — Steve really was bigger than Eddie and nothing could’ve prepared you for the intrusion. Your cunt leaks down his shaft, down Eddie’s hand until he’s removing it so you can sink down completely, adjusting to the stretch by wiggling your hips. 

You can tell Steve is trying to keep his composure and failing miserably, if the way he’s grunting through his clenched teeth is anything to go by. You seize the opportunity, clamp your walls down around his length deliberately until he’s sputtering, grappling onto your skin even tighter, “D-don’t, can’t do that — I’ll come so fucking quick,” he gasps, staring up at you with wild eyes. 

Eddie barks out a laugh from the side of you, and you can tell it’s from the sheer satisfaction – knowing that even though Steve’s cock is bigger there’s no way he’s going to be as good at fucking you as Eddie. Of course that’ll feed his ego, the town freak being better at fucking than Hawkins’ own certified slut.

“Go on, sweetheart. Show him what your pretty little cunt can do,” Eddie’s encouraging you, one hand loosely holding the base of his own cock, the other now placed on the small of your back, a grounding movement that keeps you from losing it all together.

You grip onto Steve’s broad shoulders, nails biting into the skin as you use your knees for leverage, take the first aching drag up the length of his cock. You feel like you’re being split apart from the inside, the dull hurting so fucking good that you’re sick with it.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby,” Steve’s eyebrows marry together as he watches you take him in fucking awe or something, unable to tear his eyes away from where you’re sinking up and down on him. 

It’s torturously slow whilst you adjust to him, a tentative bounce and rock motion until your pussy is soaked from the constant press on your gspot. 

You speed up your movements and Steve is all but wailing and begging beneath you, Eddie looming over the top of him and tugging lazily at his own cock, almost like he’s not entirely sure what he wants to do — or what he’s allowed to do.

Steve looks up at him, ripping his eyes away from your pussy sucking him in, leaving behind creamy rings of release on his shaft. He’s wide eyed and almost manic, watching as Eddie fucks his fist, “Put it– put it in my mouth, I wanna. Wanna suck you off.”

Eddie chokes on his own tongue momentarily, eyes bugging out of his head at Steve’s request, “You – I, what?” He laughs incredulously, though he’s already shuffling up next to Steve’s head, and Steve moves with him, craning his neck to the side and opening his mouth wide, tongue lolling out. Eddie fists a handful of Steve’s hair, sliding his cock into Steve’s mouth with an obscene fluidity, “You really are a fuckin’ slut, huh?” 

Steve moans around his mouthful, nods what little he can manage as Eddie begins to rock in and out, building a slow rhythm, the loud slurping noises of Steve’s saliva adding to the noise of your soaked pussy fucking down onto him. You’re so turned on it hurts, the sight of them both together has you closing in on your second orgasm quickly, with a lightning speed.

The sound of wet skin, from sweat and ungodly amounts of body fluid is so loud you’re sure anybody within a five mile radius could hear you all, and that does something to your insides that you don’t think you could admit to out loud. Steve’s large hands move your hips, help you along as you bounce quicker on his cock, chasing your high, and you have to hand it to him that he’s a seriously good multitasker. 

“You’re fucking — God, can’t believe you’re sucking me like this,” Eddie cries, ever the one to be so fucking vocal, and it’s clear as day he’s close to the edge already, “so fucking talented with that mouth — oh fuck, keep doing that. Yeah, yeah, oh fuck.” 

“I hate you both so fucking much,” you gasp, arching your back and crying out as you bounce up and down on Steve’s cock in short, snappy motions. Steve grunts, fingernails biting into your hip, a clear sign that he wants you to keep doing that, and you do, “I’m-I’m, shit m’gonna cum –!” 

It hits you like a goddamn freight train, your thighs trembling, hands gripping and nails biting at Steve’s abs as you come, gushing wet and walls fluttering as the feeling settles deep in your stomach. Your legs give up on you, body turning to jello within seconds.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you, watching you with such intensity that you feel his eyes basically burning holes into your head. You’re sure he doesn’t even blink as you rock through it, tits bouncing and mouth agape in the most delicious moans. 

Steve’s patience wears thin, his hips fucking up into you from below, hands moving you on and off of his cock as if you’re a fucking ragdoll, but he’s not even really paying attention to you — he’s focused on Eddie, mouthing heavily at the other mans dick, taking and taking it as Eddie feeds it to him with nothing more than a few moans and grunts.

“Need to cum, let me cum on your face,” Eddie begs, tears his eyes from you finally to ask Steve the damn question, rutting into his mouth jerkily, practically sobbing as he reaches the end, “wanna ruin you so bad, fuck, please?” 

Steve’s so far gone, nestled so tight in your pussy and drunk on it that he’d agree to anything, nods what little he can and Eddie takes barely a second to slip from Steve’s mouth. Tightens his fist around his own cock as he jerks it messily above Steve’s face.

“Your pussy is like heaven, fuck,” Steve grunts, voice worn and fucked out from being stuffed full for so long, and you’re so overstimulated you barely register what he’s doing, brain fuzzy. His fingers dig into your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucks you so hard you’re seeing stars, “cumming, I’m fucking cumming.” 

Steve forces you down so hard on his cock that you wail, clinging onto him for dear life as he pulses deep inside of you, coating your insides with his release. You swear you’ve fucking died and gone to heaven or something, with how good it feels.

Eddie grunts from his place in front of you, “so fucking hot, shit, shit, oh fuck,” blurting from his mouth as he comes, his load shooting so far it kind of misses Steve’s face all together and instead spurts down his neck and chest. 

A long wave of silence washes over you all as you all come down, a mess of sweaty limbs, coated in each others sex. You know the van had ought to fucking reek of it, the sheets below you all soaked and soiled. None of you find it in you to care as you pant heavily, hands all over each other as some weird form of aftercare, stroking and touching.  

“Steve, where’s your car, man?” Eddie asks, breaking the silence yet again from where he’d finally slumped back on his ass next to Steve’s head.

Steve looks at Eddie like he’s stupid, furrowing his brows, “My car? Dude, I ran here. It’s only, like, six miles or something from my house, it’s not exactly far.” 

You cackle loudly from your place in between Steve’s legs, “And you called me stupid for insinuating somebody walked out here!” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, flips you both the bird, though there’s a little quirk on the corners of his lips.

You’re not sure what’ll happen from here, if anything at all, but the comforting aura you feel is enough to have you guessing that maybe it’s far from the final time.

to anybody who read this and took a chance on it, thank you all so much! this has been a little labour of love and i actually started on it before christmas, it was meant to be nothing more than a quick little smut fic but i felt it needed more. thank you all in advance for any likes, reblogs and sweet comments you leave, it means the absolute world.

#eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #my fanfic #mine #x reader #steddie

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Steve Harrington Masterlist

(18+MMDI)

American Idiot - King!Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Jones and Leia - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

You agree to match Steve’s Indiana Jones costume, but it’s definitely not what he was expecting.

Opposites Attract Masterlist - Y2K!Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader

This is a series of one shots/blurbs about Steve and his goth girlfriend in the early 00s. This AU is a collaboration with @reidsbtch you can find the masterlist for her y2k!Eddie xGirlie!Reader Here.

Spider Lily (Part 1) - Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader

You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. (Soulmate AU)

Riding Alpha!Steve’s throat (blurb)

Divider used is by @saradika-graphics

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smut-fluff-angst [MDNI]

Never did this before - virgin Eddie x virgin reader after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer

How he fucks - experienced Eddie x perv reader

Subconsciously you’ve always been unaware of how obliviously perverted you are, and Eddie finally takes matters into his own hands

King Steve doesn’t exist - (steddie)

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

The band-aid to my wounds - Older!Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington x Kurt Kunkle x reader

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons/ blurbs

Ghost!Eddie

Eddie gets off watching you lick a lollipop

UPS!Driver Eddie

Eddie admiring ftm bf Steve

Physical therapist Eddie

(Joe Quinn headshot)

(Naughty Poetry for Joe)

GOth eddie moodboard

(Joes an ass man)

You’re a creep for Eddie too

Biker Eddie admiring his stripper gf

Forced to watch jealous Eddie jerk off

Eddie loves a fat 🐱

Toxic fuck boy Eddie

Virgin you needs Eddie NOW

Obsessed with Eddie’s BALLS

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Mean Eddie still being nice with your TMJ

Pissing off dom/ switch Eddie

Eddie watching his black gf dance

Eddie loves Doja Cat

Eddie fucking you to Enter Sandman

Eddie watching his gf get off in her wheelchair

Eddie’s soft fem black gf

Gangster Eddie / pt 2

Eddie steals you in the night

Hippie Eddie moodboard

You and Eddie are big pervs

Eddie talking himself towards an orgasm

Eddie licking your cum

Gross virgin loser Eddie does porn pt 2 gross Eddie

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Older Eddie cumming struggles

Older Eddie loves all your holes

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Butler Eddie

Street dancer Eddie

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[fairyysoup]

goth!reader and her oral fixation you say?? catch her out here bringing eddie's fingers up to her mouth and it's such a submissive move but eddie's blush and raging boner leave no doubt in either of their minds as to who's in charge

I got carried away oops. read the first part here

First Impressions

warnings: smut (18+ MINORS DNI), goth!fem!reader, oral m receiving, inexperienced!eddie if you squint, reader has an oral fixation obviously, explicit consent, public sex, almost getting caught, eddie is left with blue balls rip

words: 2.6k

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[melodymunson]

Rockstar Eddie Munson x fem reader head canons (feat Steve Harrington)

Adult content ahead. Only 18+ no minors

(This is my first time posting a fic for the Stranger Things fandom on tumblr. Reblogs and feedback/comments are much appreciated.)

ao3 link for the fic

Corroded Coffin had fans everywhere and people who knew and loved heavy metal became lifelong fans.

Eddie loved to crowd surf, stage dive at any show, and even get into the pit. He was well known by concert promoters and club owners/staff alike.

The first time you saw Eddie play live he connected with you instantly and when it came time to meet the fans he made sure to ask you backstage. Out of all the groupies or fans he could've chosen he picked you.

When Corroded Coffin was the headliner he would put 110% into his performances and you would be sure to take pictures of him and CC because they were the best live band you had ever seen.

Once you got on Eddie's tour bus with your VIP all-access pass he played some unwritten songs and covers for you.

You of course bought all of the band's merch and loved all their designs.

Your job for the band was to help run the soundchecks and sell the band's merch and of course, get big tips from some of the fans.

You loved Eddie for so many reasons and him being a rockstar was just a small part of it. When he was onstage you loved to see his energy as a frontman and lead guitarist.

Most tour dinners were nothing special mainly fast food or easy and fast microwaveable food from the local grocery stores. Sometimes though Eddie took you out to dinner and it was romantic.

Eventually, you and Eddie decided to get matching tattoos of a coffin and his band's logo on your right shoulders.

Neither of you were heavy drinkers but wouldn't turn down free drinks and shots. Eddie's favorite drinks were whiskey and vodka but he loved the occasional beer.

Corroded Coffin toured with some amazing bands including Autopsy, Carnivore, WASP, and Napalm Death.

When you were watching shows with him he would either crowd surf or get into the pit. On occasion, he would hold you during the slow rock ballads.

He may have had a bad boy image to the rest of the world but he was more than a rockstar to you and you understood him completely and he loved how down-to-earth you were.

What started as you being a groupie soon turned into a relationship. It was spontaneous and he was the best mix of gentleman and rockstar.

When guys would look at you he was very protective and made sure to leave his mark and let them know you were his girl only. He would mark you up with hickeys or kiss you and hold you close to him.

You got an "I'm with the band the rules don't apply to me" shirt you would wear to some of the band's shows. He of course got an "I'm in the band the rules don't apply to me shirt" he often wore during some of his shows.

Most of your wardrobe consisted of black clothes and ripped jeans, Corroded Coffin shirts, metal tee shirts, and low-cut tops and fishnets along with platform boots. Spiked jewelry, chokers especially, and spiked bras are also a turn-on for him. Eddie would especially love it when you wore all black and when you chose to pair fishnets, a corset, a leather jacket, and heels together- he almost couldn't resist the urge to rip your clothes off.

He usually pairs a Hellfire Club shirt with cutoff and ripped denim jeans together as well as a denim jacket and Converse chucks or Vans tennis shoes but he always looks good.

He wasn't too much into cover songs but on occasion, the band would be known to cover Metallica and Black Sabbath.

For their headline Halloween hometown show you cosplayed Elvira and he loved it. Eddie went as the devil complete with mask, pitchfork, and cloak.

Neither of you have a particular preference for the type of fan/groupie to hook up with but most of the fans wore dark lipstick and were goth/alternative with low-cut black clothes. He was a sucker for women with pretty eyes though.

So many women threw themselves at both of you and took their tops off at his shows but this was just the normal every-night rockstar occurrence. Bras and underwear thrown at him on the stage happened at every show.

Sex on the tour bus was wild. Whether it be with just Eddie, other girls, men, or couples, you still had a wild and crazy time.

One of your favorite partners was Steve. Even though he was a jock he loved going to Eddies shows and supporting him and he loved to see you. After a few drinks and a joint or two, you and Steddie were fucking in the back of the bus in every position.

All the times you fucked other people together were one-night stands. The important thing was that Eddie was yours and all the sex you had with other people was protected.

He got off on seeing you go down on another woman and please her. For his birthday you let him watch and film you fucking 3 other women. He loved it and came so hard just by jacking off to it.

Being with Eddie and other women on the bus you would either fuck on the couches or in the back room and you could pretty much get them to do whatever you wanted. Being with a rockstar came with its privileges after all.

Sometimes you would just have groupies on the tour bus to suck Eddie off and film them as they did so. They were always willing and eager to please and the whole time Eddie would look right into the camera and smile.

Leather, whips, and bondage were some of Eddie's favorite things as well as pegging and you were willing to oblige and sometimes you were even his dominatrix.

Some of the concerts you attended as VIP because of his rockstar status were Ozzy, Judas Priest, Metallica, ACDC, and Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

In the recording studio, it was quite the experience especially when he laid down the vocals. He even had you do guest vocals on the album by recording your moans as he fingered and fucked you.

Most of the time you get a chill and relaxed day off just to go do something fun like paintball, play some Dungeons & dragons, go hiking in abandoned places, go to the roller skating rink or the arcade.

Most days after the shows he takes you to the local bar or strip club/burlesque club and tip the dancers very well, have a few drinks, and bring a girl or two back to the bus.

Dustin and the rest of his gang including Will and Eleven go to the local shows and ones that are all ages of course to see Corroded Coffin and Eddie even gives them a special shoutout and side stage access/VIP treatment.

For a while, he had been thinking about getting another guitarist and he decided to hire you. The gift that he presented when you were going to get asked to be in his band was a Fender electric guitar that was purple. He had been teaching you for a while and giving you lessons and would teach you more.

What you saw as most fitting for his next birthday would be a new electric guitar and you got one for him custom-made with his initials and it was blue. He of course loved it and told you it was the best present anyone had ever gotten him.

For his first big band photoshoot, he made sure you went with him and he posed with you scantily clad but very tasteful. You both had your guitars and posed together.

Once Corroded Coffin had made it big you and Eddie got a place of your own. For so long he wanted to be able to move out of the trailer park so he did and you got a nice place that was decorated with so many rock n roll posters, a King sized bed, silk and satin sheets, and curtains/drapery, a music room, a sex room, and even a small custom recording studio.

The new place was missing something and you decided you wanted to get a pet to adopt so you sat Eddie down and talked it over and it wasn't difficult to convince him to get one. Later that week you went to a cat and dog rescue shelter and found the cutest cat that was a tabby.

When you were on tour either Steve and Robin or Dustin would take care of the cat and you and Eddie made sure to bring home lots of toys when you got back.

Once Eddie's band got their big break and finally played a bigger venue and as headliner, he decided to propose to you onstage.

After being newly engaged to Eddie he had a chance to be in a music documentary and brought you along with him for being his biggest muse.

Being with Eddie and in a touring band was what was the best thing for you now and whatever came next you would be ready for it.

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[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

A Chaotic Introduction - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve and Y/N have been together for a few months, the kids being friends with both of them and having no idea that they're dating. Steve finally introduces her as his girlfriend to the group and chaos ensues.

Pairings - Steve Harrington x KindaGoth!Fem! Reader

Based on this request from @afraidofshrimp

Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, drug use(weed), Steve is a cutie in love

Author’s note - For the goth aspect of the reader, I was thinking more of Allison Reynolds from The Breakfast Club. Still gothic but not like anything crazy.

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Steve had been talking about this new girl he was seeing constantly. They had started dating a few months back after being introduced through Eddie. She was way out of Steve’s league but they were happy together, he couldn’t fathom how she was willing to date him, someone who was the king of Hawkins turned loser, the kind of guy to make fun of the kind of girl she was. Steve was never a bully though, he played along with Tommy and Carol but never actually went out of his way unless it was to protect someone. 

So imagine his surprise when she agreed to go on a date, and then another and then another and then finally agreeing to be his girlfriend after the third date. She loved the fact that Steve was a gentleman, that he loved her with his whole heart and cared about her more than himself. 

He was constantly rambling about her and she was constantly rambling about him. The younger teens of the group were curious about who they were both talking about, begging the couple to meet their significant others not knowing it was each other. They had agreed, Steve saying that he would introduce her at the next movie night at his house. So as the movie night approached and everyone in the group slowly filed into his house, they were getting eager to see who the mystery girl was. 

“She’s upstairs getting ready, give her a few minutes, will ya?” Steve told the kids as they pestered him as to her whereabouts. 

“Steven, how’s the relationship going? You treating her good?” Eddie questioned him.

“You know I am Munson. I’d never hurt her,” He told her best friend.

“That is the correct answer. I’ll keep the little sheep distracted for a bit so you can check on her.” Steve mouthed a thank you to the rocker before sneaking his way upstairs to his room. She was sitting on the edge of his bed with a mirror compact in one hand and an eyeliner pencil in the other. He watched from the doorway as she lined her eyes with the black pencil, smudging it a little bit with her fingers before closing the compact and looking at her boyfriend. 

“Hi handsome! You excited for movie night?” She asked him with a smile.

“Only because you’re here. You ready to head down?” He replied with a wink as he walked towards her. She nodded causing him to hold out his hand for her to grab, helping her up off of the bed. 

“Can I get a kiss first? I’ve been neglected today,” She pouted at him causing him to chuckle.

“I’m sorry, my poor baby hasn’t gotten her kisses today. Let’s make this right.” 

Steve leaned down and kissed her deeply, making her let out a squeak of surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Just as he felt her tongue on his lips, his name was screamed out from the bottom of the stairs. “Fucking Dustin, I swear. That kid had no patience. Wait a damn minute Henderson!” He swore before shouting back at the boy. She laughed loudly, kissing his cheek before taking his hand once more. Steve stole one more little peck before guiding her to the stairs. “Go wait on the couch! You’re gonna spoil the surprise!” He scolded the younger kids. There was a collective groan before a chorus of shuffling to the living room.

The pair took their time going down the stairs, just to irk the younger ones a little more. They walked into the living room hand in hand, a dramatic gasp coming from Dustin. “I thought you and Eddie were dating! It was Steve this whole time!?” He shouted in surprise.

“Mike, you owe me 20 bucks,” Max said casually with a smirk on her face.

“Since when!? You don’t hide things from me Steve! I feel betrayed!” Dustin continued, “And you! Don’t get me started with you! It’s like seeing my sister date my brother! It’s gross!”

“Eww Dustin! Never say that again! I’m gonna puke,” Y/N complained.

“Wait a second, why aren’t you surprised?” Dustin pointed at Eddie with an interrogative look on his face.

“Because I set them up. Of course I’m not surprised. Harrington is just her type and princess is just his type. Perfect couple right there, all thanks to me,” Eddie bragged with a proud gleam in his eye.

The couple listened to everyone bicker back and forth about keeping secrets and lying, slowly backing out of the room and towards the back door. They escaped without notice, finding peace outside in the cold winter air. Her free hand dug into her pocket, searching around before pulling out quickly with a proud smile. Between her black manicured fingers was a rolled joint. “I rolled it when I was hiding upstairs, you wanna share?”

Steve pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicking the ignitor until a flame appeared. Y/N held the joint to her lips as Steve lit the tip, inhaling the smoke, letting it sit in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She held the joint out to Steve who took a hit from the joint in her hand. Even outside they could still hear the arguing of the rest of the group but they were just enjoying each other’s company. Ignoring the noise coming from inside and focusing on each other. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dustin #eddie #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things fandom #request

[thegr33nc0met]

Masterlist

Scream

♥︎ Billy Loomis

Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Stu Macher

Yandere Stu Macher Headcanons

Dating Stu Macher Headcanons

Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)

Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Mickey Altieri

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♥︎ Amber Freeman

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♥︎ Ethan Landry

Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)

Yandere Ethan x MILF!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Quinn Bailey

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♥︎ Chad Meeks-Martin

Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)

Slashers

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♥︎ Brahms Heelshire

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♥︎ Billy Lenz

Yandere Billy x Goth!Reader (Coming Soon)

General Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

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♥︎ Art The Clown

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♥︎ Corey Cunningham

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Gotham

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♥︎ Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin

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Yandere Jerome x Skittish!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Jeremiah Valeska

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♥︎ Victor Zsasz

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Star Trek

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Peacemaker

♥︎ Adrian Chase

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Stranger Things

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♥︎ Argyle

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♥︎ Jason Carver

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Our Flag Means Death

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[leelei1980]

My Precious

An Eddie Munson x reader Halloween One shot

TW: Fluff and Smut, you know, all the good stuff.

🛑Smut Warning- Mature Content- 18+ only- Minors DNI🛑

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It was Halloween, one of your favorite holidays of all time. Costumes, parties, tricks and treats, what wasn’t there to love about it? But your most favorite thing about Halloween was that 2 years ago today you met your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

Two year ago:

You were new to Hawkins, had needed a change of scenery from where you were previously living so you moved into an apartment with your friend from college that had grown up in this little town. It was cute, quiet and a nice change from the city that you were living in, but there wasn’t a lot to do so you were extremely excited when your friend suggested going to a Halloween party at her friend Nancy’s boyfriends house.

You loved to be creative with your costumes, put time into designing them and making them absolutely perfect. To you Halloween was more than wearing lingerie and throwing on a pair of animal ears, and being a total nerd you often opted to dress up as characters from your favorite books. That is why this year you decided to dress up as a Hobbit. Frodo infact, and you had even convinced your friend to dress up as Samwise.

With only a weeks notice you went to craft stores, thrift shops and Halloween stores to get all of the pieces of your costumes. What you couldn’t buy you could make, you were a crafty girl.

At last, your costume was complete, and not to toot your own horn , but it looked fairly authentic, right down to the pointed ears and the hairy Hobbit feet.

You rushed home that Friday night excited for an actual night out and excited to get the opportunity to wear your costume after all of your hard work.

You stepped out of your bedroom in all your glory, cape billowing behind you , hair Hobbit feet slapping across the floor only to find your roommate standing by the door wearing her coat over a pink nightie and bunny ears.

“ What the hell? Where is the Samwise costume I made you? I thought we were coordinating!”

You roommate looked you over, biting her lip.” You did an amazing job with the costumes, they are so good, but Hon- I want to hook up tonight and that Sam costume is not going to get me laid. I’m sorry.” She sighed.” Why don’t you go put on something slutty, I have cat ears from last years costume you can use-“

“ No, I’m just going to wear this, I worked hard on it-“

“ But Honey, it’s not going to get you a piece of ass tonight! There are going to be so many attractive males there tonight, it’s Steve Harrington’s party! Only the elite of Hawkins will be there !”

“ Than how the fuck did we get invited?” You asked.

“ Because his girlfriend Nancy invited us. I will introduce you to everyone when we get there.”

You sighed, not as excited about the party now that you were going as a solo Hobbit, but whatever. The thought of hooking up hadn’t really even been on your radar, you were just looking forward to meeting new people.

“ Alright. Let’s go.”

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Steve Harrington’s house was amazing, no wonder he didn’t move out on his own. From what you understood his Parents were never home, always traveling for business , staying in other properties that they owned while they did so. They must have been loaded.

The party that you walked into was loud and chaotic, the house near bursting with people, all in costume, all feeling good , and much to your horror all staring at you as you plodded through the house, your roommate introducing you to many people along the way. They were all nice, Steve Harrington, whom you had to admit looked absolutely delicious in his flightsuit and aviator sunglasses, Nancy , a tiny petite little thing was dressed in a black leotard with cat ears and a tail. They were both extremely sweet and funny, much to your surprise, you had kind of expected Harrington to be a pompous asshole but that wasn’t the case at all.

Your roommate was right, the house was full with scantily clad, attractive people and there you were in your cape and fake pointed ears. Everyone had no idea who you were and kept complimenting you on your ‘troll’ costume. You felt like such a loser.

You excused yourself to go and find a drink, time to get shitfaced. Despite everyone being very friendly you felt totally out of place, maybe a couple of drinks would get you out of your shell. You made your way to the kitchen which was surprisingly empty at the moment with the exception of a very, very attractive man , sitting up on the counter top , popping pretzels into his mouth and watching the festivities. He wore devil horns atop his head of long wavy brown locks, held a pitchfork in one hand and had his pointed devil tail draped behind him across the counter.

You looked down, now you really felt like a fucking dork.

“ Whatcha looking for Sweetheart?” You heard him jump down from his spot on the counter. “ What’s a pretty girl like you doing so far away from the Shire? Looking for a little adventure, Doll? Or should I say Frodo?”

Your eyes snapped up and met his, and Jesus, he had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes you had ever seen. “ You,uh, know who I am?”

He smiled. “ Of course I do, Darlin. I’m not just a pretty face you know.” He chuckled. “ I know a Hobbit when I see one, pointed ears, cape,hairy feet- which are amazing by the way- did you make make those?” He took a red solo cup and poured some punch into it then handed it to you.” I’m Eddie by the way.”

You beamed.” Thank you. It’s nice to meet you Eddie. “ You introduced yourself.” I did make them, as authentic as I could.” You shrugged.“ I like to be creative with my costumes.”

“ I admire the fact that you went with a Hobbit, it was bold- from one of my favorite series of all time.Usually girls just use Halloween as an excuse to dress like sluts, I mean I don’t have any complaints, but I like your out of the box thinking.”

You felt yourself blush at his compliment.” Thank you. My roommate was supposed to be the Samwise to my Frodo but backed out last minute to dress as a bunny. So here I am sulking, getting ready to get shitfaced because I feel so awkward and out of place at this party. “ You smelled the cup of punch before taking a sip. “ Jesus Christ, What is in here?”

Eddie smirked.” Pure fuel.”

You took a sip of it and coughed.” Holy shit, it taste like rocket fuel!”

Eddie laughed.” Taste like absolute shit, but it will get you drunk fast.”

“ Bottoms up then.” You took one more drink then set the cup down.

His brows furrowed,” Your new to the area, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“ Just moved here actually, my roommate just introduced me to a bunch of people- Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler , Robin Buckley , a few others. They all seemed very nice. I’m sure I made one hell of a first impression.” You motioned to your costume.

Eddie laughed and it made your heart flutter. God he was gorgeous. “ You certainly caught my eye.” He winked.

You smiled.” So why are you in here all alone and not out there with all the partygoers ?”

“ I’m here for business purposes Sweetheart. “ He bowed dramatically. “Eddie Munson, small town drug dealer and outcast at your service.”

You were taken aback.” Outcast? But your so sweet. What did you do to deserve that title?”

“ Let’s see, I have long hair, tattoos and listen to Metal, I supply Marijuana to the people of Hawkins, and I play Dungeons and Dragons.”

You eyebrows furrowed this time.” What does playing D&D have to do with anything? It’s just a fricking game?”

He leaned back against the counter. “Haven’t you heard, Sweetheart? Studies have linked violent behavior, satanic worship, ritual sacrifice and murder to the game.” He stuck out his tongue and made a monster noise.

You laughed.” People are so fucking stupid. It is a board game.”

“ Thank you!” He hollered.” Have you ever played?”

“ I’ve dabbled enough to know that it s the furthest thing from a satanic cult that I can think of.”

“ Exactly.It is a game that is meant to be entertaining, not a fucking cult. I play it with a bunch of nerds. But because I play a fantasy game, the whole town thinks I’m mean and scary.” He stepped away from the counter and walked up to you, he leaned forward and whispered, “Do I seem mean and scary to you Princess?”He smelled like shampoo, weed and cologne, and his closeness made your heart race.

“ I’m terrified.” A smile spread across your face.

“ Shaking in your Hobbit feet?” He smiled back.

“ Your the sweetest devil worshipper that I have ever met.”

“ God , I just met you and I’m already fucking in love with you.”

You giggled.” Was it my sparkling personality or the ears?”

He laughed.” Your just fucking awesome.” He stepped even closer to you.” If I may be so bold to ask if you would like to accompany me outside for some fresh air?”

“ I don’t know if I should accept an invitation from you, you being the Devil and all.” I gestured to his costume.

“ Oh you don’t have to worry about me Doll.” He leaned over again.” I promise your safe with me. I don’t bite, unless, you want me too.”

Heat flooded through your body.” S-sure, I mean sure I will go out with you, I mean I will go outside with you, not ‘sure I want you to bite me’-“

He chuckled and put his large hand on the small of your back.” Let’s go sweetheart .”

He led you through the house, through the crowds of wild, inebriated people, and out the back door that opened onto a sprawling back yard, complete with a large patio and a screened in gazebo, a huge pool and pool house.

“ Holy shit.” You exclaimed.

“ Yeah I know right? Why his Parents are never home I will never understand. This place is fucking amazing. “ He motioned to the gazebo and you walked up the steps and sat down on a bench inside. He sat beside you, his body warm next to yours.

“ I may have only met him for a few minutes, but Steve doesn’t come across as an arrogant, spoiled rich kid to me. “

“ That’s the thing. He’s actually a good dude. He has a motley band of teenagers that worship him, he drives them around, protects them from bullies, would do anything for those kids. He’s like a father figure to them in a way. I think he does it because even though he has a Dad he never sees him, and when he does his dad is such an asshole to him, nothing Steve does is ever good enough.”

“ That sucks. Sounds like you guys are close.”

“ We share custody of the Gremlins. They are all in my D&D group, The Hellfire club, I’m their DM. They are good kids, nerds, outcasts like me. On days he can’t cart their asses around I volunteer.”

“ That’s sweet. So clearly their Parents see past all of the bullshit the media has put out there.”

“ They have known me, the REAL me for years. They know I am not a threat to their children. Some of them can use all the help they can get. There is this one kid, Dustin Henderson, smartest fucking kid I have ever met,total fucking handful, his mom is a single mom, Dads not in the picture. He can use a little guidance at times and who wants to listen to their parents? “ Eddie shrugged.

You looked up at him, really LOOKED at him and saw a soft spot for those kids in his eyes. This guy, this ‘ mean , scary guy’ was just a big softy with a bad wrap. You hadn’t known him long but you could tell. This was the longest conversation you had had since moving to Hawkins with anyone other than your roommate. Talking with him was so natural, like you had known him for years.

“ Hey Frodo, still with me?”

You blinked and blushed when you realized that you had been sitting there just staring at him, at his handsome face and expressive eyes. “ Sorry, just kind of zoned out there for a minute.”

“ You looked like you were deep in thought Princess. “ He smirked.” What were you thinking about?”

You sighed.” I was thinking that you are the coolest person I have met since moving into this tiny town. “

He smirked.” The coolest, most handsome person you’ve met since moving into this tiny town?” He hit you with his biggest smile, dimples on full display, his pretty eyes crinkling in the corners. Fuck, he was adorable, his smile gave you butterflies.

You smiled back at him.” Yes.”

“ Well I’m a pretty good judge of character and I think you are pretty fucking awesome too. I feel like I could sit here and talk to you for hours.”

You scooted closer to him and reached up and unfastened your cloak, draping one half of it over his shoulders.” I’ve got time if you do?”

The two of you sat outside, on that cool fall night and talked for hours, laughing and telling stories, cuddling together for warmth. There was a connection between the two of you like you had never felt with anyone else, and you were pretty sure that he had felt it too.

“ Eddie?”

“ Yes Darlin?”

Your heart fluttered.” I’m really glad that I decided not to wear the sexy kitten costume that my roommate was trying to get me to wear earlier tonight. If I had then I might not have met you.”

“ I’m real glad too Sweetheart.” He smiled.” Though now that we’ve officially met I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you in a sexy kitten costume now..,”

You laughed.” Are you saying that the tunic and trousers ensemble isn’t sexy? I’m totally crushed!”

He threw his head back and laughed. “ The whole outfit is sexy, but what really gets me going if the feet. What I wouldn’t give to have you play footsie with me, rub those hairy fucking things up and down my legs-“

You died. Laughed so hard you snorted, then laughed even harder at the look of surprise on his face when you snorted.

“ Your fucking hilarious. “ He started laughing at you.

“ I’m sorry, it just happens when I burst out laughing or when I find something really funny- “

“ Why are you apologizing? I like a girl with a sense of humor. I like that you snort when you laugh, your real-“

“ Yeah, real fucking embarrassing- first I come dressed like a total dork then I seal the deal by laughing like a total dork.”

He gave you a soft smile.” I like that about you, you’re not afraid to be yourself, and that Sweet girl, is incredibly sexy.” You watched his eyes roam over your face stopping at your lips.” Can I kiss you?”

You blinked.” You want to kiss me? ME?”

“ I have been wanting to kiss you all goddamn night.”

“ I, I would love for you to kiss me-“

He reached up and lightly held your face in his hands then pressed his full, plump lip’s against yours. It was magical. He started off slowly and sweetly, savoring the kiss, sliding his hands from your face , lightly running his fingers through your hair. You ran your hands up his chest, feeling his heart beating fast below your hand then wrapped your arms around his neck.

It was then that he pulled you closer , deepened the kiss. You head was spinning. His mouth and his tongue was devouring yours and it was wonderful, and it was stirring awake something deep inside you.

You pulled away for a moment, breathless, and saw concern flash across his face.

“ Too far? Did I go too far?”

You ran a thumb over his kiss swollen lips.” No Eddie.” You straddled his lap and watched as he licked his lips. “ I just needed to be closer-“

His lips crashed into yours again and you felt his big hands grab onto your hips, your ass. You slowly rocked against him, and he moaned into your mouth. You could feel him getting hard beneath you.

“ Sweetheart,” he breathed, as he started to kiss your neck.” Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You threw your head back allowing him better access, his lips and tongue now leaving a trail of kisses down your throat.” Don’t stop, please Eddie, don’t stop.”

His hands left your hips, searching for your breast under your vest and heavy tunic. His fingers were fumbling as you were grinding against him.”Fuck! Your under here somewhere, I swear this isn’t my first time doing this-“

You smiled and reached down, taking his jittery hands in yours kissing them and placing them again on your hips. “ I’ve got this Sweetheart,” you said winking then leaning forward and nipping at his lower lip, causing a little whine to spill out of his mouth. Your fingers were nimble and quickly undoing your buttons. “ Hold me, move me.”

His strong hands rocked you back and forth creating a friction that was making your panties wet, his eyes on you the entire time watching as your finger’s finally unfastened the last button and your lacy bra and pert breasts were now exposed.

“ Fuck, their fucking perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed the rounds of the delicate skin, his hands leaving your hips to lightly skim up your sides and cup them. He gave them a squeeze and you purred. He tore his eyes away from your breasts to look up at you, eyes searching,asking permission to go further.

You leaned into him.” Please.”

He didn’t hesitate, his lips, his hands were all over you, kissing you, suckling on you, making you ache with need. You gripped at his shirt, tearing apart only to raise it up and over his head, his devil horns went flying. At that moment you didn’t care that you were outside where people could potentially see you, didn’t care that the air was cold around you because his body was keeping you so, so warm.

“ I want more Eddie, please I need more.” You pleaded, and you heard a rumble deep in his chest.

He pulled away from you and placed your cape down on the bench, then carefully laid you back onto it. “ I will give you all that you need, Angel,” he unbuttoned your pants then slowly pulled them down, his eyes taking in the sight of you laid out before him.” Your beautiful, so goddamn beautiful.” He tried to tug your pants down the rest of the way but they kept getting caught on your Hobbit feet. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him struggle . “I’m going to lose my fucking mind-“ but finally he was able to get them off.

He reached over and lowered a blind behind you, at least providing you with a little privacy from possible prying eyes, then hurriedly slid off his pants and boxers and you gaped at the sight of his body in the moonlight. He was covered in tattoos his chest, his torso, his hips, your eyes wandering lower, oh god. Your eyes stopped at his rock hard member, standing erect, long and thick, and ready, because he wanted YOU.

“ My eyes are up here Sweetheart.” He chuckled and you felt heat wash over your face.

“ Sorry, I’m sorry, I just-“

“ There you go apologizing again.” He leaned down and kissed you. “ You don’t need to apologize Princess, I find the ogling quite flattering.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans and pulled out a condom, then dropped them to the ground. “ Are you sure this is what you want baby?”

“ I need this Eddie. I need you.” You watched as he tore open the wrapper with his teeth, then rolled the condom down his shaft. You swallowed hard.

He ran his hand along your body, down, until he reached your core. He slowly he slid his fingers inside you. His eyes flashed up to yours.” Your so fucking wet for me.”

He carefully laid down on top of you, your soft curves molding against his hard body, the sensation again making your head spin. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against you as he took your face in his hands. “ I’ll go real slow ok, pretty girl? Let me know if you need me to stop, ‘Kay?”

You looked up at him, nodding.” I promise.”

He kissed you, and as he softly, gently kissed you he slowly, carefully pushed himself inside you. You gasped and he stopped moving. It wasn’t a gasp of pain, but pleasure. He was filling you, stretching you and the feeling of him inside you was exquisite. “ Are you ok-“

“ Don’t stop, don’t stop till I have all of you. “

He continued slowly until he bottomed out and you both groaned.

“ Fuck, your so fucking tight.” Eddie pulled out then slowly pumped into you.” You feel so fucking good Sweetheart.”

“ More,” you whined under him, lightly running your fingernails up his back.”l promise I can take it. “

He started slow then his pace picked up as small sounds started spilling from your lips. “ Keep making those pretty noises for me Princess, fuck, your taking me so well. Your perfect, your so fucking perfect.” His pace now was relentless, you knew that you weren’t going to last much longer. You were so full, so completely full.

“ Eddie,” you murmured as he kissed your neck,” You feel so good, so fucking good inside me,” you gasped again as he hit that soft spot inside you the sent you spiraling over the edge. You moaned his name again as a wave of pleasure washed over you, as your body shook beneath him.

“ That’s it, there you go darling,” he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.”F-fuck,s-so good, fuck, I’m cumming!.” His movements were sloppy and his breathing was ragged as found his own release and collapsed on top of you , panting.

You smiled up at him brushing his wild mop of sweaty hair back from his face. He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, then your lips, your jaw, the sweet spot just below your ear,your ear, YOUR EAR! Just as he went to nibble on your ear your fake pointed elf ear fell off and down to the ground. You both looked at each other wide eyed before bursting out with laughter. You started snort laughing again and your body shook.

“ Jesus Christ, if you keep laughing and moving like that I’m going to get hard inside you again!”

“ I can’t,even, help it! The look,on your face -“ You gasped for air, his laugh sending you into a tizzy.

“ I thought I was being romantic, snuggling into you then bam, the fucking ear fell off.”

You finally caught your breath.” This has been a very memorable experience that I will never forget .”

Eddie carefully slid off of you then grabbed your cloak and wrapped it around you for your modesty and warmth. “ But in a good way right?”

“ Yes, in a very good way.”

“ Thank fucking God.” He smiled and started to get dressed.

“I uh, just wanted to let you know that this isn’t something that I normally do. I don’t typically have sex with people I have only known for a couple of hours-“

“ Sweetheart you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I think your fucking amazing. And I hope you don’t think that I sound like a total nutcase saying this but I really feel like we were meant to meet tonight. I feel like there is a connection, do you feel it? Please tell me you feel it too-“

“ I feel it Eddie.”

“ I would like to do this again sometime. Not just the sex , but I would like to take you out on a real date with like food and drinks, maybe sex after-“

“ I would love to go out with you Eddie, get some dinner then possibly dessert, a little later?” You winked at him then slid your tunic over your head. You reached for your pants next then slid them on,chuckling when you see your shoes with the plastic hobbit feet over them.

“ What are you laughing at Dollface?”

“ My roommate backed out of dressing up like Samwise because she ‘ wanted to hook up and there was no way she would get laid dressed up as a Hobbit’. “

Eddie smirked.” You just happened to be in the right place at the right time, with someone that appreciates literary genius when he sees it.” He wrapped his arms around your waist then lightly kissed your lips.“ So when are we doing this again, tomorrow? The day after that, then the day after that?”

“ Sounds good to me. My schedule, and my legs will always be open just for you.”

“ I love you, I really think I fucking love you.”

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Two years later-

“ Sweetheart, we are going to be late for Harrington’s party.”

“ I’m coming!” You looked one last time in the bathroom mirror to make sure everything was perfect. Makeup- check, Princess Leia buns, perfectly symmetrical. You smoothed out the front of your white dress and tucked a fake laser gun in your belt before walking out.

“ I’m sorry I’m late baby but these buns were a bitch-“ You stopped short when you saw him. Holy Shit. Eddie was dressed as Han Solo- tight pants, boots, white shirt, black vest and a belt slung low on his hip with a plastic gun in the holster . He looked delicious. He also looked like he was in total shock. He had always had a crush on Leia, fantasized about having sex with her when he was younger and now tonight he would finally get the chance- later.

“You look, so FUCKING hot Princess.” His eyes slowly lingered over your body.” It was worth the wait.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a lazy kiss.” Anything worth doing is worth doing right, especially on Halloween. You know how special this day is to me. It’s the day that I met you and my entire life changed.”

He was right, ever since that fateful night that you met at Steve Harrington’s party your life had never been the same. You and Eddie had been inseparable, and for two years now you had been happy, so incredibly happy.

You watched a smile spread across his face.” What?” You asked.

“ I got you a present, for our Anniversary.”

You panicked.“But baby, I didn’t think we were doing presents, I thought we were just going to go out to dinner-“

“ This is a special present.” He kissed the tip of your nose then reached down into his pocket and pulled out a box. A ring box. Your heart pounded as you watched him kneel down before you. “Sweetheart, I love you, I have loved you since the moment that I saw you in Steve Harrington’s kitchen, wearing your Hobbit costume. I loved you more when we sat and talked that night, we had the same interests, same great taste in books, same connection. You accepted me for who I was. I have been so extremely grateful that you are in my life, and in the words of Arwen Undómiel of Lord of the Rings. ‘I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.’ I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

You could feel the tears of joy streaming down your face, as you nodded.” Yes, yes, one million times yes!”

He smiled up at you, a look of true love and relief on his face. He popped open the box and slid a diamond ring onto your finger. “ For you, my Precious.”

You took a second to admire the ring then pulled him to his feet. “ I love you, for all of this life and beyond .” Then you pressed your lips to his.

‘Books ought to have good endings. How would this do'And they all settled down and lived together happily ever after.'

-SAMWISE GAMGEE THE LORD OF THE RINGS

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