#drummer steve harrington

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | teen | 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | @steddielovemonth prompt love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can't tear yourself away from them just yet by @starryeyedjanai | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)

Steve came to slowly, like swimming through molasses, his mind caught somewhere between dreaming and being awake. In his dream, he had been lying in the sun, his head cushioned in Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers running through his hair, humming a soft melody Steve had never heard before.

Slowly, the melody changes to the sound of soft snoring, and the soft thing under his head isn't Eddie's lap, it's his chest, gently rising and falling with each snore. Steve presses his smile into the warm skin beneath him at the thought of Eddie's face when he tells him he snores.

Some things are worth waiting for, though, and he knows the perfect moment to reveal this particular piece of information will come.

He has no idea what time it is. Judging by the morning light filtering into the room, it's just after sunrise, the sun's rays piercing through the blinds and casting a warm, golden glow that gradually fills Steve's hotel room.

Moving as carefully as he can, he cranes his neck to check the aged alarm clock on the bedside table. It tells him that he was right, it's 7:58 a.m., and the sun has risen just minutes before him. The light filtering in is soft and diffused, making the colors seem muted yet rich, with shades of pale orange, pink, and yellow dancing across the surfaces. Long shadows stretch out elegantly, accentuating the contours of furniture and objects in the room.

It's Steve's favorite time of day. There's a sense of quiet serenity in this early morning moment as the world slowly awakens. It offers a brief respite before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.

These days, early mornings hold an even more special place in his heart because it's the only time of day he can just look at Eddie.

Sometimes Steve thinks Eddie is like a hummingbird, always moving until all his energy is used up and he falls into a deep slumber that almost looks like he's dead to the world. It allows Steve to soak him up undisturbed and unabashed. His fingers carefully exploring the hills and valleys of hard muscle and soft flesh, he can drink in the swirling ink on Eddie's pale skin.

It's such a stark contrast from the rest of the day.

Eddie often seems driven. By the perceived expectations of others, by his own fears of falling short. By his own demons, which Steve has only glimpsed. But as the darkness of the night gives way to a new day, Eddie looks at ease.

It's probably too soon to think, but Steve hopes it's because he's now sharing Eddie's bed. That Eddie feels safe with him, safe enough to let go of all the things that plague his beautiful but sometimes overwhelmingly loud mind.

That's why it pains Steve to be the one to wake Eddie from his peaceful slumber and bring him back to reality. But they have a sound check at 9:15 because the venue has had some problems lately and they need to make sure everything goes off without a hitch tonight. This whole tour means too much to them, to Eddie, for it not to be perfect.

Pressing a gentle kiss just above where Steve can feel the steady beating of Eddie's heart, he softly calls Eddie's name. Not surprisingly, nothing happens, so another kiss follows the first, this time on Eddie's collarbone.

"Eddie, c'mon," he tries again, this time closer to Eddie's ear, eliciting a soft murmur. "We have to get up, the soundcheck -"

"Mm, they can check the sound without us," his - Eddie's - voice comes in a slightly drawn out tone. "Don't wanna get up."

Eddie, obviously not fully awake yet, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in Steve's hair.

"I know, ba-" Steve stumbles over the pet names that want to come out more and more now that they're so much closer than when he first started touring with Corroded Coffin. "I know. But we can grab a big coffee with enough sugar in it to put an elephant into a sugar coma, and when the check is done, we can come back to the hotel and sneak into your room and I can make it worth your while."

Steve's tone is low, almost a purr, as he says this. The others don't know about them yet, although Steve thinks that at least Robin and Chrissy have their suspicions. And Jeff has been watching them more closely as well. He's sure that they'll tell them soon, but first they want to enjoy getting to know each other this way, without their friends getting involved.

"Five more minutes and I will make it worth your while. Whaddya say, big boy?"

Before Steve can answer, most likely telling Eddie no, we're going to be late and how are you going to explain that to the others, Eddie rolls them both over until Steve lands on his back with a soft umph. Above him, Eddie is smiling down at him, suddenly much more awake than seconds before.

"Hi," he says, nudging Steve's nose with his own.

Steve doesn't even try to fight the dopey smile, even as he rolls his eyes at Eddie trying to get what he wants by playing dirty. It's so Eddie, just like the wolfish grin on his face.

"I'll make this the best five minutes of your life, Harrington. Scout's honor."

Steve snorts. "Scout's honor? I doubt you ever talked to a scout in your life."

"Oh yeah. In fact, I'm sleeping with one. And I'm about to kiss one before I rock his world."

"See, that's where you're wrong."

"Is that so?"

This makes Steve laugh out loud. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," Eddie replies, then hesitates as his choice of words seems to register with him.

Before the moment between them ends in awkwardness, Steve leans in to kiss Eddie on the nose. "How did you know I was a Boy Scout?"

Steve's distraction works, and the worry in Eddie's eyes is replaced by mischief. "Just a guess, but good to know."

"Ass."

"I have it on good authority that you like my ass," Eddie teases, and Steve has to agree. He really does. As much as he likes everything else about Eddie. How much is becoming a problem.

Instead of saying any of these things, Steve looks over at the alarm clock, which now reads 08:04. He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. "I think your five minutes are up, and I have to say, not the world-rocking I was expecting, Munson."

"Oh you..." Eddie growls before swooping in to capture Steve's lips in a deep kiss. It turns into another, and another, the dim light in the room growing brighter around them as they become lost in each other.

Eddie makes it to sound check just in time, while Steve is ten minutes late, carrying five cups of coffee. He hopes no one notices the bright grin Eddie flashes with the first sip of his overtly sweet coffee, or the wink he gives Steve.

A promise is a promise, and Steve intends to keep them all when it comes to Eddie.

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[hornedqueenofhell]

Steve becomes Corroded Coffin's new drummer, Eddie is a little obsessed with his hands.

This is very sweet with a sprinkling of gay panic miscommunication that does get taken care of in a very nice way and from then on healthy communication is king. I love the sass between Steve and Eddie here and Steve just unapologetically being himself. Yeah he's in a metal band and still wears a white polo and I love him for it. 9/10

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[starryeyedjanai]

Eddie gets to practice early and finds Steve sitting at the drum set instead of Gareth, drumming a familiar beat, Gareth using his good hand to clap a steady beat on his thigh to help Steve keep the rhythm.

Eddie's brain short circuits a little bit, seeing Steve sitting behind the drum kit, his arms flexing as he plays. It’s that oh moment that he always finds himself in, somehow still so surprised at how into Steve he is whenever something like this happens.

Gareth broke his arm skateboarding with Max and he said he knew someone who would be able to replace him during practice and shows while he heals up, but he didn't tell him it would be Steve fucking Harrington.

He can't believe Gareth wouldn't tell him this. That feels targeted.

He watches as Steve absolutely nails the ending of one of their songs and wonders what he did in a past life that would warrant this kind of torture—Steve is sweaty, his mouth open as he pants a little from the exertion.

Eddie’s not going to survive this.

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve calls over when he spots him still lingering by the garage door, oblivious to the turmoil going on inside Eddie right now.

“Hey,” he says weakly, a beat too late, his mouth incredibly dry.

read the rest of if devotion is a river, then i’m floating away here steddie | 6.4k | explicit

for @thefreakandthehair and @sidekick-hero, in anticipation of their drummer steve fic!

inspired by @firefly-party's drummer steve art

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[qprstobin]

I want a Steve who genuinely doesn't want to play DnD because it's just not his thing! He enjoys watching and thinks some of it seems fun, but just isn't interested in the time commitment, or the math, or various other parts of it.

HOWEVER he does demand, like a child when they find out someone is writing a book, to be put in every single campaign as a random npc. He doesn't want to sit down for hours roleplaying, but he does want that seductress in the tavern to have good hair and be named Stevana.

And this isn't like, something the others don't know about, it's very obvious who it is each campaign. Sometimes Eddie even convinces Steve to do the voice for the character if it's a fun one and Steve isn't at work. Steve enjoys how much it both amuses and gets on various Hellfire members nerves, especially because his characters are always... Pretty out there.

Gareth and Jeff tend to be amused by Steve's characters, unless they are actively getting in their way and even then Jeff at least normally just finds them hilarious. Freak continues to want to study Steve like a bug. A crowd favorite for the CC members but a point of annoyance for the Party was the character that Steve pitched that was infatuated with that quest's main villain and would appear randomly just to say something really suggestive about the big bad, inconvenience them somehow even in a really minor way, and then dip. They were definitely supposed to be rescuing Stefano at one point but he was basically kidnapping himself at several points. Dustin is perpetually annoyed because Steve won't play with them for real, but he WILL play a random bimbo that starts them on a quest and enjoys flirting with the older members characters.

(Will and Lucas are... Maybe a little disappointed he's never flirted with their characters but also, Steve would never do that lol.)

Eddie is fine with it, he thinks this is a great compromise. He gets that Steve doesn't want to do hours long storytelling sessions, but this way he still gets to enjoy time with Steve doing one of his favorite things - creating characters and writing the most annoying stories possible. He loves that Steve is participating in even just a small way, and honestly only having him participate for a little bit at a time is better for Eddie's ability to stay on task anyway. He knows Steve wouldn't have fun being a player but he also knows Steve loves being a problem.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #hellfire club #dustin henderson #stranger things #steve #eddie #dustin #gareth #jeff #freak #cc #walkie chatter #im thinking of this as a general hc but this started bc i was thinking of steve in my drummer au and i was like #yeah steve wouldnt like dnd but he would love creating dumb characters #and i think once gareth gets past his judgment of steve hed find him hilarious #as long as he isnt getting in the way of him trying to steal shit or st then he gets pissy #but jeff loves steve and thinks hes hilarious lmao #idk i think people get too focused on getting steve to play when i jsut dont think hed enjoy rping for hours at a time! #in a hot room #but he does love fucking with people

[steveharringtonat3am]

Imagine drummer!steve teaching you to play the drums?? He has you sit in his lap and guides your hands and totally does not get hard from feeling you shift around! He’s such a sweetie you know he gets excited whenever something you do sounds good!

allusions to smut at the end!

kinda a part two to this fic but this can be read on its' own!

You aren’t quite sure what Steve and you are. You’re pretty sure you’re not dating but you’re also pretty sure neither of you are interested in anyone else. The two of you have been having lots of fun, both in and outside the bedroom.

After your hookup, you honestly expected to never hear from Steve again. Sure, you had a mutual friend but he just seemed to be more of a one night stand kind of guy. He had mentioned a proper date but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be a formality offer. Something you say after fucking someone in a bar bathroom so they don’t feel cheap.

Of course, that wasn’t a very comforting thought.

But luckily for you, he did end up calling. He got your number from Robin, who was now filled in on what happened and consequently rewarded with copious amounts of candy in exchange for minimal teasing.

The proper date hadn’t happened just yet but you’d been having your fair share of fun.

‘You busy?’ Your screen lights up with the text. His name is saved as ‘Steve🥁’ which he had insisted upon when you added his contact to your phone.

It’s around 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday which isn’t an unusual time to receive a text from Steve but they’re not usually this vague.

‘Not at all. Why?’ You can already sense the invite, pulling yourself off the couch and heading to your room.

‘Wanna see you. Meet me at the bar? The door’s unlocked for you’. This is what catches your attention. You know that bars’ hours pretty well by now, having gone a few times to see Steve play but you’ve never gone at this time because it’s never been open this early. You know he’s not talking about a hookup since those always occur either in his apartment or yours.

You hop in the shower to wash the morning off, keeping your hair dry since you don’t need to wash it. You dress casual-ish, still unsure of the vibe but you can’t go wrong with jeans and a t-shirt. Doing a quick makeup routine, you throw on your shoes and drive over to the bar.

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. It’s completely empty, lights illuminating areas you’d never noticed.

“Hey!” Steve appears from backstage. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and sweatpants that you have to tear your eyes away from.

“Hi! You wanna tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Sure. You know how you told me you always wanted to learn how to play the drums? Ta-da” He gestures to the drum set next to him.

“…That was more of a compliment on how you play the drums because I wanted more kisses. Not a real want.” His grin doesn’t waver as he gestures you over.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” Your feet carry you over as the nerves sink in. What if you’re horrible and he decides you aren’t a good match? You hadn’t admitted it yet but you did really like him and you didn’t want to lose him so soon.

“I’m gonna suck you know that right?”

“You can’t suck because I’m the one teaching you and I don’t suck.” He sits infront of the drums and tugs you into his lap.

“Now I get why you wanted to teach me.” You grin as you adjust yourself on his lap. His grip on your hips tighten and you suddenly remember being in a very similar position a few days ago.

“Behave.” He mumbles into your ear, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder when you stop moving.

He passes you the sticks, covering your hands with his to show you the proper grip. You try your hardest to listen but he’s quite distracting.

“How about I show you some simple stuff and you try to replicate it, yeah?” You nod in response. Steves hands cover yours as he starts a slow beat. It sounds just barely familiar, like something you’ve heard him practice.

He pauses after a minute, letting go of your hands. You have to bite back a complaint as you attempt to recreate what he did. It’s kind of like those memory games you used to play as a kid.

“You got it!” He kisses your cheek, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s such a sweet hug that you just melt into it. You turn in his lap, legs swinging over to straddle him.

“Thank you for teaching me.” You mumble, kissing him softly.

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are for?” The word is dropped so casually you almost don’t register it.

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“…Shit did I forget to ask? Oh I knew this would happen.” He smiles sheepishly at your shocked expression.

“You forgot?” You ask incredulously.

“I was going to ask you that day we went to the farmers market I swear!” He can’t contain his laughter, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Well, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You tug his face up, kissing him gently.

“Great!! Now let’s go to the dressing rooms!” He stands up, arms tight around you so you don’t fall as you’re forced to stand as well. He barely bothers to grab his stuff as he tugs you backstage.

”Why?” You hurry behind him, his urgency practically carrying you.

”You’re gonna sit on my lap again. But this time we won’t be wearing clothes.”

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[findafight]

We know and love metal god Eddie and Just Some Guy Steve but please hear me out. That dynamic of looks but with the additive of Steve also being a famous musician. He's in a band with Argyle, Jonathan, and Robin, and he's on keyboard wearing sunglasses (photosensitive Steve...) Which somehow became kinda iconic? He has a bunch of different ones and he's no Elton John but they're not boring. So his face is often obscured and combined with the fact he's the keyboardist, he's not entirely recognizable.

So when people inevitably find out Eddie is dating this guy who looks like he's from a Gap catalogue, no one puts two and two together that he is another, let alone famous in his own right, musician. Eddie mentions his Steve plays piano (royal conservatory grade ten with honours!), And that he's from the same Indiana town as him, but the fanbase crossover isn't high so they don't put together that Steve the Keyboardist from Hawkins in as yet unnamed stobjargyle band and Eddie Munson's Steve from Hawkins are one and the same.

Everybody thinks this is hilarious as Eddie's fans like to playfully drag Steve for being Just Some Dude, without knowing they are dragging the guy who is booked to play the same venue the next night. Robin thinks it's funny because both bands have mentioned knowing each other in interviews (because they're all from Hawkins! Yes except you Argyle we know you're from Cali we KNOW) and Steve dresses comfy like that all the time? How could they not have figured it out? Hilarious.

Steve is slowly dreading the day they realize who he is and he becomes more recognizable as Eddie Munson's Partner than his own musician and won't be able to go to the grocery store in peace anymore.

#steddie #rockstar eddie munson #popstar steve Harrington #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #finda's rambles #platonic stobin #so many people think robin and steve are dsting because they are Like That but fail to notice jargyle actually dating. fools. #ya know that comedy bit about the drummer of coldplay being in the redwedding scene? thats steve #stobjargyle and corroded coffin au

[riality-check]

Steve feels something hit his legs and clatter to the floor. He doesn't look at whatever hit him; he looks at Eddie, across the room.

"Did you just throw something at me?"

"No," Eddie lies, arm still extended.

Steve rolls his eyes at him, then looks down at the floor, where two drum sticks are laying at his feet. "What-"

"Outside," Eddie says, and he doesn't even wait for Steve to get up before he starts running for the door.

Steve sighs, but he picks up the sticks and follows, admittedly at a slower pace.

Outside is cold as shit. The wind blows Steve a little sideways, but Eddie doesn't seem bothered. He stands, arms out, showing off the open back doors of his van.

The entire back seat is occupied by a drum kit. It's cramped as hell, but Steve thinks there's a little stool wedged in there and just enough room for a person.

"Eddie, what-"

"Tell me if i'm going too far," Eddie says, "but you mentioned wanting to pick up something new, and I figured this might be okay."

Steve doesn't know how to say thank you to that, so he says, "Gareth is gonna kill you."

"Nah," Eddie says with a smile. "I’ve borrowed the set before. He knows where it is."

"I don't know how to play drums."

"Neither do I," Eddie says. "Let's figure it out."

He bows dramatically, prompting Steve to enter the van. He does so with a light shove on Eddie's shoulder.

He almost bangs his head on the roof, but eventually he gets situated in the midst of all the drums.

He's not sure where to start. He ignores his hands shaking.

Because that’s a thing they do now. They shake all the time, anywhere from a little rattle to a tremor so bad he can’t hold anything.

Steve hates it. He balls his hands into fits and takes a deep breath.

"Now, I've never actually played," Eddie says, sitting on the edge of the van floor, facing Steve. "But I’ve watched Gareth enough. Start with the bass drum, the one by your foot."

Steve tentatively steps on the pedal. It makes a soft thud. He does it again and again, starting up a steady beat.

"Good," Eddie says, and his enthusiasm for something so simple is so contagious, Steve can't help but smile. "If you want to use your other foot, you can step on the high hat. It should be to your left.”

Steve keeps his right foot going on the bass and his left starts a dun dun-dun, dun dun-dun on the high hat. He looks at eddie, who's got his eyes closed and is humming something.

Eddie cracks his eyes open. "Sorry, force of habit. Just thinking about a guitar part for this."

Steve laughs. Of course he is.

"You can do whatever with the sticks," Eddie says. "Just do what sounds right. You’re not gonna break the drums, not if you don't try to."

Steve takes a breath and tries.

It's hard, trying to keep everything going at once. He steps off the high hat and focuses on keeping the bass drum going in time with his sticks.

Eddie calls out rhythms for him to try, and Steve does his best to parrot them. His hands are still shaking, but the stutter they make on the drums sounds cool.

It sounds unique. It sounds good.

He definitely isn't holding the sticks right. It doesn't matter.

When he feels brave, he tries out a solo. He just goes, not caring about the rhythms at all, just doing what feels good. It’s loud and he can't think, he just goes and goes and goes until his head is just sticks and cymbals.

When he's done, he's panting for breath, and Eddie is smiling at him like he hung the moon and stars.

"I think you need your own set, Stevie," he says.

Steve thinks so, too.

#fuck it drummer steve #in relation to a discord conversation #y’all can post your parts in relation to it!! #they’re all so good #anyway shaky hand steve needs to be written more often #and i know he’d kick ass on drums #and yeah there’s a second part #if y’all want #time for real tags #ria writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #idk what else to tag this

[seths-rogens]

lil hc that just came to me,,,

Eddie’s already a pro at the guitar and since Corroded Coffin split up (all his friends remaining in contact but spreading across the country for college) he’s been desperate to get back into the live music scene.

He encourages Steve to take up drums when he notices how often he taps his hands - a nervous tic left over from years of Upside Down related trauma. The energy of playing the drums helps Steve let out all of his pent up energy and anxiety.

Robin - feeling just a little left out - channels her language learning prowess into the language of music, and starts to learn the bass because “Chicks dig bass players, Steve!”

But they’re missing a key piece. None of them are too confident in their singing abilities.

Enter Max Mayfield.

Her eyesight worse and not as physically strong as she used to be, she takes after Eddie and lets out her pent up anger listening to metal music.

It’s Eddie who recruits her, after walking past her trailer and hearing her singing (screaming) along to one of the many tapes he lent her.

It’s like a lightbulb goes off.

She’s in the band only three days later.

Anyway, this is just a very long winded way of me saying I think a Max lead metal/heavy rock band would be insanely good and that I think her singing Bundy by Animal Alpha and Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless would be very cool :)

#they start a band!! #max as a metal singer i beg #max mayfield #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #i saw a drummer steve hc once and it made me insane thank u #steddie #but only a lil bit

[livingintheupsidedown]

Will You Come Upstairs?

Drummer!Steve Harrington x Reader

[1.2k] - You try and convince Steve to finish up for the day.

Warnings - this is very much 18+!! swearing, thigh riding, dirty talk, very brief choking,

A/N - It's my first smut so go easy on me :)

You could hear Steve playing from where you stood in the kitchen, now only wearing your underwear and one of his old shirts. The sound of the drums travelled up the stairs from the basement, the clash of the symbols followed by a firm hit of the bass drum. The rest of the band had just left, expressing how they were “definitely done for the day,” and Eddie had told you to “make sure he stops at some point, the poor guy’s gonna play until he drops.” 

You put the last dish away, wiped your hands and headed towards the basement door. The lighting was different, a dimmer, darker hue than the one upstairs. You toed your way down the stairs, the side of Steve’s face coming into view. Head swaying to the beat he played as his hands worked on their own. You loved watching Steve play, he always looked relaxed and at ease.

He also looked insanely hot. 

His tank top left nothing to the imagination, his broad chest covered in hair and a map of freckles resting just below, ones you've counted many times before whilst laying in bed together. His arms flexed in rhythm to a melody you'd heard one too many times.

You walked up to him with your arm outstretched as you allowed yourself to engulf him, face buried in his neck while your hands wrapped around his shoulder as you mumbled out “hey rockstar.”

He let a small chuckle slip past his lips, paused his playing for a few moments to turn to face you, his nose bumping yours, “hi baby,” he said, giving you a kiss that was there and gone within a second, “what brings you down here?”

He continued playing before you had the chance to respond, though you had no worries about him being unable to hear you given the close proximity. “Will you come back upstairs? You’ve been playing for hours.”

“I can’t baby, I need to finish this song,” he stated, voice gentle “I promised the guys i’d have it done before the next practice.” 

You tried to argue, but Steve was a stubborn man. So instead you rolled your eyes and straightened back up, manoeuvring yourself to stand behind him. You let your hands wander, travelling downdowndown until you felt him tense and saw the drumstick falter slightly in his hand.

The sight of his leg moving abruptly caught your eye as he kicked the bass drum. His muscles tensing and relaxing in a movement that had you mesmerized. You reached down, hand coming to rest on his thigh just below his shorts as you squeezed gently, you could feel yourself growing needier as new ideas began swirling around your head. why did his thigh look so good? was it normal to be thinking about it like this?

You pushed past him, squeezing yourself between his body and the drum kit. His eyes met yours with a look of confusion as you decided to straddle one leg instead of the usual two. You lowered yourself gently, wiggling forward just enough as you rolled your hips slowly, dragging yourself up along his thigh.

He let out a groan, one that caused your heart to pick up and his chest to rumble. “Hey, c’mon.” His voice held no tone of threat, though you suspect it was supposed to. 

“Just need you so bad baby.” 

He stopped playing and let out a sigh, eyes drifting down. He lifted your shirt, only enough to see where your skin met his, although the pretty blue lace was a barrier neither of you wanted there. 

He saw the wet patch you were harbouring, your thighs clenching around his to try and hide although it was futile. His fingers trailed down, moving along so he could slip them under your panties and pull them forward. “Oh pretty girl,” he cooed, now moving them to the side, “you really are desperate huh?”

You nodded, hips moving ever so slightly, just enough to bring another moan out from the back of his throat.

“Go on then baby,” his muscles clenched beneath you, “ride my thigh.”

His hands left your body instantly, taking away a sense of relief you thought was coming with him, and continued playing. You whined, shoulder sagging as you pouted a let out a high-pitched “Steve. Don’t tease.”

“If you want it so badly,” he shrugged, “then take it.”

Your hips seemed to move on their own after that, switching from long, slow drags to a fast, needy grind. You tried to speak yet no words left your mouth, just a gasp for breath as you threw your head back in pleasure, back arching slightly.

You leaned forward, arms wrapping around the boys neck. You tugged on his ear with your teeth, a gentle cry for attention as you whispered to him, “You’re being mean, Stevie.”

“I’m not being mean baby,” he cooed, “I’m just a bit busy right now.” 

Your hands went to his hair, pulling enough for his attention to turn to you completely. Steve was always vocal in bed, never one to shy away from making such lewd sounds, it was one of your favourite things about him. He groaned, a pretty noise that only caused you to grow wetter. “Christ woman you’re insatiable.” 

His hands went to your hips, warm fingers splayed out as he grabbed you with a force strong enough to leave bruises, not that you’d mind. He pulled and pushed you at a pace that made you moan, high and pretty, guiding you to your much needed release. Every move sent a shock waves through your body, your clit becoming more sensitive, it was dirty, filthy even.

“Such pretty noises” the boy grinned, “that feel good baby?”

“So good Steve, more please.” 

“How could I ever say no to you?” he groaned out, staring down at where your skin connected, his cock twitched underneath his shorts. There was something so captivating about seeing you grind yourself on his thigh. 

He quickened the pace, the sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room as you took back some control of your own body. You tugged at his hair again, harder this time, the first sign that you were getting close. “That’s it, there you go baby.”

You were too far gone to really listen to his words anymore, filthy sounds leaving your mouth without your knowledge. Your chest was burning and you felt your orgasm creeping up on you quicker by the second. “Fuck Stevie, gonna cum.”

“C’mon pretty girl,” he whispered, your eyes became glassy as he snaked a hand up your chest to wrap around your throat, applying pressure to either side and tensing his thigh once again. “Cum for me.”

That was all it took to send you over the edge, body shaking as Steve rocked your hips to help you ride out your orgasm. Blinding white behind your eyes, euphoria clouding all your senses. You tried to catch your breath as you came down, clenching around nothing as your mind came back to your body.

“Better?” he murmured 

You nodded letting out a small hum, you leaned back from the boy and looked down, noticing he now had a situation of his own. You smirked, “Will you come upstairs now?”

“Definitely.” 

#drummer!steve harrington #drummer!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut

[sidekick-hero]

steddie | rating: t | wc: 2.345 | tags: au, rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, onesided enemies to lovers, part of our upcoming fic Pickup Note | art credit: @firefly-party

Eddie's living his dream, literally. Ever since his mom danced him around the living room to the sounds of Muddy Waters and Jimmy Hendrix, he has wanted to be a rock star. 20 years later, he made it.

So why is there such a sour taste in his mouth when they stand in front of their cheering audience, bowing and clapping with them? Why does the sight of Harrington throwing his drumsticks into the crowd turn his smile into a frown before he can stop himself?

He knows he's being childish. But knowing something has never helped him much in suppressing those irrational feelings that bubble up inside of him until they spill over and make a mess. Eddie's alignment has always been chaotic, so at least he's trying to make it a chaotic good one.

Lately, though, it feels like he's failed at that, and it's all Harrington's fault.

The guy just had to waltz in and take Gareth's place, with the other guys falling all over themselves with praise and gratitude when Harrington should be grateful. After all, he gets to go on a world tour with the most talked about newcomer metal band right now, when the biggest venues he played before were the local bars and sports halls.

But no, Steve Harrington didn't even have to audition, not really. Not when Gareth's boyfriend had vouched for him being a great drummer and an even greater guy, and Gareth, being the love-struck idiot that he was, had just said "Yes, my love, of course, anything you say" or some equally lovey-dovey shit like that. And now Eddie had to endure the guy's company for three whole months.

"Are you alright, man?" Jeff's hand on his shoulder is grounding and his deep voice pulls Eddie back from his gloomy spiral. He gives his oldest friend a smile that lacks the usual Munson charm, but is still genuine enough for Jeff to return it with one of his own.

"Yeah, 'm fine, just tired," he only half-lies. It's been a long day, hell, a long week. Add to that giving his all on stage, jumping up and down and singing his heart out while letting his sweetheart sing for him and thousands of fans, and he's bound to be exhausted as soon as the adrenaline starts to wear off.

Jeff and Grant don't seem to fare any better, coming down from the post-concert high almost as fast as Eddie and crashing as soon as they get to their tour bus. The only one who seems to be full of restless energy is Steve, who can't seem to stop moving, arms and hands and fingers acting like there's still a drum kit to be played. Eddie swears he can feel him vibrating with it and it sets his teeth on edge.

He's a hypocrite, and he knows it. Hell, the Eddie of a year ago would be out partying right now, dancing and drinking and fucking the night away, high on adrenaline and endorphins and maybe something else if the mood struck. But he left that Eddie at the Crossroads, along with his addiction and most of his anxiety disorder.

While Grant just grunts his good night before falling face first into his bunk bed, Jeff goes over to Harrington to check in on him as well. Eddie remembers the one time Jeff tried to play a DnD character that was anything but good. It was painful to watch and Eddie was almost glad when his Demogorgon killed Jeff's character and the rest of the party and they were able to start a new campaign.

If there's anyone on earth who's intrinsically good, it's Jeff Robinson.

Jeff walks over to Steve and pats him on the back. "Great job, man. You were on fire up there. Can't believe you learned that whole setlist in two weeks."

Steve glows from the praise, a bright smile lighting up his whole face before he ducks his head in what looks like genuine bashfulness. Eddie snorts at the thought and Steve's eyes flick over to him, his smile fading.

Harrington looks hurt and Eddie really wonders why. Why should he care what Eddie thinks of him? It's not like they're friends or anything. The way Jeff is glaring at him, Eddie guesses he still needs to apologize to the guy, but just as he opens his mouth to formulate some half-hearted apology at best, Steve turns away from him and squeezes Jeff's arm.

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it. I think I'll head to bed, if you don't mind. Get some sleep."

"Yeah, of course. It's been a long day, get some shut-eye. But you really did a great job, man. I'm glad we found such a kickass stand-in for Gareth on such short notice. You saved our asses."

Eddie bites his tongue so hard he thinks he tastes blood.

It's actually Steve who says what Eddie is thinking. "Are you kidding me, man? I'm the one who's glad you let me come and play with you. I mean, today? Being in front of thousands of people, doing what I love? I've never felt so... fuck, I don't even know. Myself? Happy? Alive?" He laughs, but it sounds tentative, and Eddie can see his cheeks glowing red even in the dim night light of their bus. Steve rubs a hand across his neck in obvious embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

Jeff laughs, amused. "Don't worry, it's the concert jitters. Eddie wouldn't stop talking for hours the first time we played in front of more than maybe five drunks back home."

"Har-har," Eddie laughs sarcastically, but there's still a smile on his face that takes the sting out of it. Those were good times, before things got complicated. Before fame and money and being on the road all the time had made them complicated. "I'm gonna hit the hay. Night, Jeff. Harrington."

They return his goodnight wishes with one of their own and Eddie is glad that he already changed into his sweatpants and hoodie backstage. He slips under the covers and turns on his side, facing the wall, listening to Grant's snoring and the sounds of Steve and Jeff getting ready. Eddie knows that sleep won't come anytime soon. He's been an insomniac for as long as he can remember, sleep as absent from most of his life as his father. He has learned to make do with the bare minimum, catching a few hours here and there whenever he can.

Tonight it's Steve Harrington that keeps him awake. Or rather, it is his thoughts and feelings about the man. It's not the first night this happens, but it's the first time he really wonders if maybe he is the asshole after all. Steve's words run through his mind on a loop and every time he closes his eyes he sees the way his smile died on his face, replaced by that kicked puppy dog look that tugs at Eddie's heart no matter how hard he fights it.

Maybe he should at least try to be nicer to the guy.

Sure, he is everything Eddie hated in school: a preppy ex-jock who got everything he ever wanted with his pretty face and his daddy's money. No one ever called him a fuck-up, Eddie is sure of that. While Eddie had to fight for every single thing, even his life, Steve Harrington just got a place in the band and the hearts of their fans and the respect of his bandmates with a few flutters of his long eyelashes. It's true, he's good, Eddie begrudgingly admits. He has found himself staring at Harrington more than once tonight while the man has been playing, mesmerized by the passionate yet easy way he has mastered every single song on their setlist.

Eddie's so lost in his own thoughts that he misses the bus pulling up, only jolted out of his reverie when he hears someone get out of his bed and walk to the front door of the bus.

It's Harrington, talking to the driver. Eddie checks the clock on his phone and is surprised to see that it's already four in the morning. When did that happen? Maybe he fell asleep without realizing it.

Up front, the driver explains that they're stopping here for a few hours. There was an accident further up the highway and the traffic jam is so bad that the driver decided to take his break here. Steve asks if it's okay if he goes outside for a while and Eddie catches himself smiling at the question.

He wonders if Harrington can't sleep, just like he can't. Maybe he's still thinking about Eddie's reaction earlier...no, that would be ridiculous, right? Still, the thought sits heavy in his stomach and after another five minutes he gives up and rolls out of bed to follow Harrington outside. On the way he grabs two hoodies and pulls one over himself.

The cold night air hits him hard as he stumbles down the stairs, but it feels good after a second or two of adjustment.

"Can't sleep?" A voice to his right asks, and sure enough, it's Harrington, leaning against the side of the bus, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"I was going to ask you the same question." Eddie replies, walking over to Steve. "Here." Steve stares wordlessly at the offered hoodie, making no move to take it. "It won't bite, I promise. I doubt you can play with your hands frozen."

That does the trick and he finally reaches out to take the black garment from Eddie and pulls it over his head. It's a little long on the arms, but otherwise it fits well, maybe a little tight around the shoulders. Of course, the guy has broader shoulders than he does, Eddie thinks, not really able to muster much annoyance.

"Thanks," Steve says in a quiet voice, giving him a strange look. And then, as quickly as if he were ripping off a bandage, "I just can't get to sleep. I tried everything, counted backwards from one hundred, counted sheep, did that weird breathing thing Robin showed me, tried reading... nothing. I'm so fucking exhausted, but I just can't sleep."

Eddie hums, knowing the feeling only too well. Harrington sounds on the verge of tears and maybe it's the lingering guilt, the memory of his own racing thoughts, all circling around the man in front of him. Whatever it is, something compels Eddie to say, "I don't have a solution for you. I don't sleep more than three, maybe four hours a night. But I can show you something that might make it more bearable, if you'd like."

Steve looks at him and for the first time Eddie allows himself to look back. To let their eyes meet and lock.

"I'd like that."

Clapping his hands, Eddie abruptly turns and stalks to the back of the bus. When he doesn't hear footsteps following him, he turns and calls out, "You comin' or what?" and grins as Steve almost trips in his haste to catch up.

When they reach the back of the bus, Eddie pushes on a panel that is somehow hidden under the license plate. A small metal shape protrudes from where he just pushed, and when he pulls on it, it turns out to be a metal ladder.

"What are you -"

"Patience, young Padawan," Eddie admonishes with a grin, secretly pleased with Steve's reaction. He's kind of proud of his little secret hideout.

Placing the ladder against the back of the bus, Eddie begins to climb up the stairs to the deck, and when he's at the top, he turns and reaches down for Steve to follow. "Do you trust me?"

Steve looks up at him, his eyes bright in the light of the stars and the moon shining down on them. "Yes."

"I can show you the world," Eddie begins to sing, once again letting his impulsive thoughts dictate his actions. The song came to him the second he looked down at Steve.

Steve comes up the stairs and grabs Eddie's hand, laughing. "Oh my God, are you singing a Disney song?"

"You're the one who recognizes it. I bet you even know what movie it's from, don't you, big boy?"

Steve rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway, as if he's secretly charmed by Eddie's antics. "Does that make me the princess?"

"And me the ruggedly handsome thief with a heart of gold," Eddie agrees, pleased that Steve got his reference.

Steve snorts, and it shouldn't sound cute, but oh, does it, his nose crinkling adorably. "Yeah, whatever. As long as this isn’t your flying carpet. I don't trust the structural integrity of this thing to actually fly."

"Big, big words. You sound like Henderson."

"Oh God, don't tell him, I'll never hear the end of it."

Eddie taps his chin thoughtfully. "I'll...think about it," he finally settles on, grinning playfully at Harrington. Silence falls over them, and for the first time since Steve walked into their rehearsal studio, it doesn't feel awkward or hostile. In fact, it's nice to share this space up here with someone.

Eddie sits down at the edge of the bus and Steve joins him, sitting maybe a foot away from him in a slight sprawl, his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open as his eyes take in the clear night sky above them. They're far enough out of town to actually see the harmonious arrangement and movement of the stars in the cosmos, forming a celestial symphony that Eddie has often tried and failed to capture in his songs.

Tonight, however, his eyes are caught by another ethereal sight.

"It's so beautiful," Steve whispers, as if sharing a secret with Eddie. "It's so vast and so beautiful, it’s almost frightening, don’t you think?"

"It is," Eddie agrees, never taking his eyes off Steve. So frightening.

They sit there until the sun slowly rises in the east, Steve's eyes on the sky and Eddie's on his own enigma.

This is a sneak peek from @firefly-party and me for our upcoming project Pickup Note to celebrate our dearest friend and collaborator's @thefreakandthehair birthday. Lex, you are our MVP and we are so happy to call you our friend! We love you and we hope you have the best day, week, month and year, because you deserve it 💜💜

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my writing #steddie fic #rockstar eddie munson #drummer steve harrington #pickup note

[m-owo-n]

“I think,” Eddie declares, bursting into the room making his way to where Steve is laying on his bed. He’s relaxed against some pillows and has a magazine in his hands.

“Oh no” Steve blandly, flipping a page. Eddie flops on top of him, making the other yelp. Shuffling until he was comfortable, Steve holds the magazine up out of the way. He settles when he’s laying on Steve’s chest, chin perched on folded arms to look up at him.

“Rude” he huffs. “I think, that baby Byers has a crush on Gareth.”

That makes his boyfriend actually put down the magazine. “Your drummer?” He hums an affirmative. “He’s too old for Will!”

Protective Mama bear mode activated. Eddie laughs to himself. “Not to worry dear, Gareth has no interest. But it’s good news!”

“Will liking older men is not good news”

“He’s not that much older. And you say that like he hasn’t crushed on you” the magazine makes a return, rolled up to slap the top of Eddie’s head. “Ow.”

“Explain to me how this is a good thing.”

“It means he’s at least a little over Wheeler! He’s expanding his pallet. It’s a cause for celebration.”

“How did you even figure this out?”

“It was subtle,” he grins impishly “at first. A few glances during Hellfire Meetings, nothing to write home about. But the kiddos came to the garage to see us practice today.”

Steve sighs despairingly “And he was enchanted by the drummer”

A delighted laugh at his word choice springs from Eddies mouth. “Exactly that.”

“We should talk to him”

“We can. But don’t you want to see the baby gay in action before we do? It’d be so cute when it’s not so painful like how it was with mike”

“The sooner the better”

“Fiiiine”

#listen I like the idea of byler but mike needs to get his head out of his ass and Will deserves nice things #like having the obligatory gay crush on a drummer phase #and I think of this as Steve and Eddie haven’t told the kids about their relationship yet but have discussed before how to go about it #with them as like individuals #IDK #but I’m just throwing this out there #stranger things #steddie #will byers #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #i may delete later lmao

[leeloooonfire]

STEVE HARRINGTON AS A DRUMMER FOR CORRODED COFFIN.

Hear me out:

After everything with the Upside Down is finished, Eddie's name is cleared and Hawkins gets back to "normal", Corroded Coffin get the opportunity to play at at a huge metal festival during the summer.

The issue?!

Drummer Gareth is out of the country for college, so the others try to find someone taking his spot. But all the other drummers they know are either unavailable, don't believe Eddie is innocent or don't play metal at all (yes, they even asked the drummer from the school and and bro, did they absolutely not want to participate).

Eddie, genius, lovely, perfect Eddie (yes, I'm biased, dont judge me!) remembers how perfectly Steve Harrington swung the bat, thinking "why the hell not?!?!"

So, he asked him.

And Steve.... says no.

But Eddie is persistent, even pulls the 'babe, I died'-card and in the end, Steve reluctantly agrees.

Because they still have 2 months to prepare and Eddie promises to teach Steve everything.

Because Eddie promises he wont make Steve listen to metal more than necessary.

Because they are friends and Steve just wants to hang out with people his own age instead of 15 year old randy teens.

Because...maybe Steve is lonely and tired and the house is too big, too quiet.

Because...yeah, Eddie, infact, died. And Steve still feels awful about it.

Soooo, Steve agrees and Eddie organises them a drum set.

For the next 2 months, they meet up every day and Steve, (un)surprisingly picks up the drums much faster and better than Eddie had hoped. Steve even seems to like it, gets excited about the band rehearsal, sings Corroded Coffin songs when he thinks no one can hear him, wears their shabby unofficial merch shirt and learns more songs than they actually need for the festival.

It's already a lot, but...

What Eddie didn't had in mind, is that it's hot in Indiana and playing the drums for a metal band is literally a full workout. Which means after 2 weeks of struggling, sweating and almost dying bc of a heat stroke, Steve stops wearing a shirt during their sessions.

And Eddie is just sooooooooooo gay! So fucking gay!

The not-so-perfect perfect hair falling into Steve's eyes, so much skin, chest hair, the battle scars that are absolutely metal and hot and does much more to Eddie than they should.... are distracting. Because Eddie is *GAY*!

He shouldn't be surprised when he falls for Steve. Really, he shouldn't. The man is attractive as hell after all, and sweet, kind, occasionally funny. He loves the kids, and Robin, and Nancy and Jonathan. He helps Wayne around the new government provided house, stands up against bullies (like his own dad), is the best older brother figure for Max and Dustin than possible. He listens to Dustin's rambling about DnD, Suzy, science, whatever... even when everyone else has shut down already.

And ... he looks at Eddie. Really fucking looks at him, sees him like no one ever did.

So, he shouldn't be surprised when he fucking falls head over heels for Steve FUCKING Harrington.

It's a shame that Steve is straight, right?!?!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #dustin henderson #stranger things #corroded coffin #steve!drummer

[artaxlivs]

Here is a masterlist of my works (links in the titles). I always love to know your thoughts if you want to share them 💜 Happy reading!

(transformative works policy: I'm cool with fanart, podfics, translations, moodboards & whatever kind of art you make as long as you either tumblr or Ao3 link it to me. You don't have to ask but if you want to talk to me first - my door (inbox) is always open!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (Stranger Things):

HomeSteddie Farms: Rated T - Steve and Eddie had a farm and on this farm were a bunch of critters with awesome names. Plus art by Doomcheese!

Do You Hear What I Hear?: Rated T - Steve brings home a mogwai, Eddie's never been good with rules

Nobody's Baby: Rated E - Steddie Dirty Dancing AU Steve & Robin best friends, Eddie & Chrissy best friends, 80s movie campiness, light BDSM, traffic light system for dancing and sex. With art by @lexplexdraws

Like a Mythical Virgin: Rated M - Eddie finds out the hard way that feral unicorns don't chase virgins for nice reasons

Let Me Be Your Man (i want to hold your hand): Rated E - Mike gets help from Steve with making a mixtape for Will. Eddie learns that there's an art to mixtapes. mike/steve bonding, laughter, fluff, little pining, smut (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the amazing RattleandHum (@thirdeye1234))

Destroy the Silence (Drummer Steve) - Rated E - Steve joins the band and Eddie discovers he has a thing for competent drummers, healthy bdsm communication, laughter, fluff & smut. Art by @carcrash429 (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the fabulous @rufusbear)

Off the Shelf - Rated E - Stripper Steve give Eddie a private show. Eddie discovers a new kink. Modern AU, basically porn with a smidge of plot.

Screw Todd, Steve's Her (His) Daddy Now - Rated E - Steve keeps calling himself Daddy "unintentionally" and Eddie's about to lose it, light bdsm, non verbal communication, daddy kink (or is it?)

The Second Worst Trip to Mordor Ever Taken - Rated T - Steve takes the boys & Eddie to Indy to a nerd store and flirts his way into trouble, Steddie, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings

Even Flowers Have Their Dangers (Series: No One Is Alone)- Rated E - What if the tunnels turned Steve & the kids into shapeshifting wolves? S4 rewrite and my own write up of S5 but with half the party as shapeshifters, smut, graphic imagery, battle scenes

There’s Something Wrong With Steve (WIP ch2/4) - Rated M - I’m not gonna tell you, Steddie, Suspense thriller, creep factor 6/10 and climbing

Let the Music Play -Series - Rated T - The music that plays every time Steve gets Vecna’d, Stobin besties, Steddie pre relationship, hurt/comfort

An Accidental Flogging - Rated E - Steve has questions about Eddie’s kinks, Eddie would like to have answers but he’s actually a virgin, friends to lovers, Top Steve, accidental kink discovery, laughter, fluff, & smut

Drabbles that aren't full fics: Happy Summer, Steve's Thighs, i was afraid to follow, Personal Space, can you read the letter for me (Part two), Pillow Talk, Steddie First Kiss Challenge, Constellations, Artax is a New Horse, To Do List

Art made by amazing artists that goes with something I wrote (eek!): Crabs, Drummer Steve, Dirty Dancing, Homesteddie

Clint Barton Centric (Marvel):

True Colors Series (8 Parts/complete) - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: The Snap didn’t dust half the universe, it turned them into soulmates who can only see colors when they find each other, Clint & Bucky don’t mean to find each other. Almost strangers to soulmates, smut, background Steve/Natasha and others

The Case of the Missing Purple Sweatshirts - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone is stealing Clint’s sweatshirts…my excuse to let Clint talk about Scooby Doo

Through the Looking Glass - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Instead of talking, they miscommunicate themselves into being sex dungeon fuck buddies, BDSM Dungeon fic, miscommunications, learning through bad negotiations, so very much smut, background Steve/Darcy, past Clint/She Who Must Not Be Named

Something to Tweet About - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone tweets a series of photos of Clint & Bucky hanging out and mutually pining, they deal with it by avoiding it obviously. friends to lovers, social media ship to lovers

A Life Well Lived - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: just a glance at Clint’s last day

Make it Permanent - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Secret dating, hickeys and tattoos and a little bit of healthy possessiveness

And the Stockings Were Hung - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Christmas Exchange fic, Bucky's first Christmas at the tower, fluff and smut

Porn & Prose - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: some backstage smut between Mr Bingley (Clint) and Mr Darcy (Bucky)

Bucky, Lemme Smash - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: I just wanted to turn Clint purple and use this line from that meme, smut

Both, Both is Good - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky avoids Clint until he realizes Clint has been avoiding him, fuck buddies to lovers, smut & miscommunication

The Happiest Place on Earth - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky plays Hawkeye in Disneyland because the actor who plays him is short and he’s real pissed that some guy named Clint is tall enough to play the Winter Soldier, enemies to lovers, Clint in eyeliner, smut

Three to Tango - Rated E - Clint/Bucky/Natasha: James & Natasha teach Clint’s dance class, then they invite him for private lessons. Healthy communication, smut and Clint’s self degradation

A Bird By Any Other Name (Series) - Rated E - Clint/Steve: Clint as the Winter Soldier thru WW2 & the present, hurt/comfort, mental struggles, smut

Body Count - Rated E - Clint/Steve: tumblr prompt hitman meets a sex worker, just so much smut

Friends Don’t Let Friends Wait Too Long - Rated T - Clint/Steve: Steve is too nervous to ask Clint out, Bucky’s gonna help in an helpful way. Misunderstanding, fluff, laughter, Natasha being a troll

Marvel/DC Crossovers:

Draw & Release (2 part series) - Rated E - Clint Barton/Jason Todd: Clint gets a tattoo & finds a new boyfriend/Dom

Sterek (Teen Wolf):

Somewhere Under the Rainbow - Rated T - Wild geese can't be bothered to catch sidekicks. Fluff, magic, leprechauns, banter

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #wolves #winterhawk #bucky barnes #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #amerihawk #marvel #the avengers #drummer steve #ao3 #masterlist #dirty dancing #feral unicorns #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #jason todd

[bruisedboys]

MONA LISA, character moodboards ─── send in a character + a scenario, trope, or au for a moodboard!

steve harrington band!au where he’s a drummer (bc joe keery infects my mind, i need steve in a band😔)

♡ drummer!steve who points to you with his drumstick, goes ‘this one’s for you babe’, flips his drumstick in the air and drops it on the floor <3

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#THANK U FOR THIS ASK GF I SPRINTED TO MAKE IT <3 #drummer steve has a certain type of chokehold on me #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington au #steve harrington imagine #⟡ 4k celebration! #𖦹 cece!

[steveharringtonat3am]

Rhythmic romance | drummer!steve harrington x reader | 18+

summary: Robin's drummer friend is hot. What else were you supposed to do? [1.8k]

warnings: SMUT 18+, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of birth control

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You did not want to be at a bar right now. You couldn’t wait to get home, get into bed, and crochet with a sitcom playing in the background until you eventually fell asleep. But it was your best friends’ birthday, so you sucked it up. She insisted on coming to see this band in the sketchiest dive bar you had ever stepped foot in. It was way too crowded and you regret not throwing her a party in your apartment. But from what you can hear, the music is pretty good.

“Here!” Robin hands you a glass of club soda. Being the designated driver was normally fine with you but the pounding music makes you envy her cosmopolitan. She begins pulling you closer to the band and you try to pretend your eardrums aren’t about to burst.

“It’s good!” You nod at her when she looks for your approval. She had mentioned something about knowing the lead singer and the drummer. How? You couldn’t remember the details as they hit a high note louder than you thought possible.

‘Corroded Coffin’ is etched on the front of the drums. It’s actually a pretty cool name. You’re about to ask Robin about it when your eyes drift further and your jaw nearly drops.

Holy shit, the drummer is hot.

So hot, you almost can’t think for a second. He’s sweating from the lights, tanned skin and muscle showing through his white t-shirt that’s almost translucent from the sweat. His gorgeous brown hair is all over the place as he tosses his head back to get some out of his eyes. He’s focused on the beat as his tongue pokes out of his mouth ever so slightly.

You could kill Robin for hiding him from you.

The set feels like it takes forever. Halfway through, Robin tugs you over to a booth where the volume has slightly decreased.

“You said you know the drummer?” You try not to be obvious but she sees right through you.

“You like him, don’t you? He’s a loser you know that right? Like a major loser.” She exaggerates in an obvious way that makes you smile.

“You should have seen this coming. He’s exactly my type.” You grin as you sip your drink and she sighs.

“I know but I hoped you would have higher standards.”

“You do realize he’s your friend right?” That is already a green flag in your mind. No way Robin would be friends with a douche so at the very least he’s nice.

“…Alright fine. Honestly, you two would probably get along well.” She shrugs. Before you can ask much about him though, your eyes lock with his.

“Hey, Rob!” The one with long dark hair greets her as you and the drummer simply look at each other. He’s even prettier up close and you really wanna reach over and fix his hair.

“Hi, Eddie! Hi doofus.” She pushes the drummer on the shoulder and he turns to smile at her.

“Hi, Robin. Did you like the set?” He asks as you pretend your drink is incredibly fascinating.

“Yeah! We both liked it.” She introduces you quickly, putting the name Steve to the face. He reaches out to shake your hand. The contact sends a shiver down your spine but luckily he doesn’t notice. They each slide into the booth, Steve next to you and Eddie next to Robin. You try not to focus too much on his thigh pressed against yours but the warmth of him mixed with his intoxicating cologne is almost too much for you.

The more you get to know Eddie and Steve, the more you understand why Robin was friends with them. Eddie was so funny and nice. Steve was perfect. Kind, has a good sense of humour and is just incredible.

It also helped that he had his hand on your bare thigh.

He had been laughing at something you said, pushing his hair back before letting his hand fall onto your skin, and rubbing it with his thumb. He doesn’t look at you as he does but you swear his smile grows when you tense a bit next to him.

When you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stands to let you out, eyes running over you as you walk past him.

The hallways leading to the bathrooms feel like a different, quieter world so you take a moment to yourself. You liked Steve. But you didn’t even know how he felt about you. And you didn’t want this to be some one-night hookup.

“Hey.” As if you summoned him, Steve is walking up to you. He stops in front of where you’re leaning against the wall, caging you in.

“Hi.” You smile at him and he leans in close. Maybe he’s doing it to hear you better but you like to think it’s just to get closer to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Just needed a break from all that, you know?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt as he nods.

“Course. Though, I gotta say I liked having such a pretty face watching me play. Should come to more shows.” You can’t tell who’s moving, but he’s closer than he was before.

“You gonna give me a reason to?” The teasing smile sends him over the edge as he presses his lips against yours. You melt into it as he steps closer to press you against the wall. His hand cradles the back of your head as the kiss gets sloppier.

“C’mere.” He breaks the kiss for a second to tug you into the unisex bathroom, locking the door and immediately pressing you against it. You grin into the kiss as your fingers slip through his curly brown locks.

“Gonna let me fuck you in this bar? That desperate for me?” He teases in a way that soaks your panties more than you thought possible.

“L-like you don’t want it just as bad.” You pant, already chasing his lips again. He tugs you over to the sink and pushes you up so you’re sitting on the counter. He’s impossibly close now as your skirt rides up. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh but you’re too focused on his wandering hands, going from your hips to your sides to your ass.

The moan that slips out when he squeezes the flesh would be embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him. His hands slip to your thighs, rubbing up and down. His fingers brush the edges of the lace and he pulls away from your sloppy makeout to look into your eyes.

“Can I take these off?” His eyes are even prettier clouded with lust. You nod quickly in response and he wastes no time, sliding the fabric down your thighs and pushing it into his pocket. Your comment on that is stifled as he kisses your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider for him and try to ignore the feel of his smirk as his tongue runs up and down your slit.

“Come on Steve!” You whine as you tug his hair. He moans at the feeling and the vibration makes you squirm. Luckily, his grip is iron, so you don’t fall. He continues to lap at you and your orgasm starts to build. Unluckily, this is where he chooses to pull away and stand.

“N-no come on I was close!” You pout at his Cheshire grin.

“I know sweetheart but I need to fuck you. That alright with you?” One look at the bulge in his pants tells you all you need to know.

“Absolutely.” You tug at his belt, undoing it as quickly as possible. He helps with his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard cock springs free to slap his stomach and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.

Gods, he’s huge.

“Condom or no?”

“I’m on the pill and…you seem clean.” You can’t think straight at this point. Your pussy aches for him to fuck you.

“I am. M’not gonna say no to fucking you raw. God you look hot.” You could orgasm right there but then he’s stepping closer and pressing his fat tip into you.

“Holy-” You grab onto his arm, pressing your face into his shoulder as he sinks in deeper. He hums in acknowledgement, easing in nice and slow.

By the time he’s balls deep, you might be seeing stars but you’d happily die in this moment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He mumbles into your ear with a tenderness you don’t expect from a bar fuck. But you suppose Steve wasn’t just any bar fuck.

“Y-yeah. You can move.” You’re pressed together so tight you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

As he starts to fuck you, you press a fist into your mouth to avoid moaning too loud. He quickly ups his pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of skin slapping is sinful but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Holy shit Steve just like that!” You moan into him, holding onto his arms for dear life. He’s making such pretty noises.

“Feel so-fuck-so good sweetheart.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when you clench around him. Both your mouths and chins are covered in saliva but as his thumb runs over your clit, all thoughts go out the window.

“G-god I’m so close Steve.” You’re so close to the edge that it hurts.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He slams into you one more time and you’re seeing stars as pleasure overtakes you. It’s enough to make him cum too, pulling out to paint your thighs with his cum.

You both pant in silence for a second, your head resting against his chest. When you’ve both caught your breath you manage to look at him. He looks as if he’s just come off stage, only less sweaty. You can’t imagine you look any better but the look in his eyes almost convinces you otherwise.

“I-I’ll go out first.” He offers hands quickly fixing your hair into place before stepping away to help you down. Your legs are wobbly but you manage.

“Steve wh-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, with none of the lust from before but just as much passion.

“I’ll take you on a proper date soon okay? I promise.” He kisses your cheek once more before slipping out the door. You rest against the cold porcelain as you mull over what just happened.

You’re gonna have to get Robin one hell of a birthday gift.

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