#cocky steve harrington

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 7

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eddie is in steve’s lap. 

‘you’re not joking, are you? i seriously can’t do this if you’re joking man’ 

eddie feels steve move from where he was sucking on eddies neck, hears a little wet pop before steve’s scrunched eyebrows and pout come into view. 

‘what about this makes you think i’m joking?’ steve squeezes the two handfuls of eddies ass what are currently filling (yes, filling! thank you!) (…ok ok, mostly filling) his big jock hands. 

eddie narrows his eyes, looks down his nose at steve. because steve may be built but eddie is the same height as him, he’s no waif! so steve in distinctly below him right now… nice. ‘…i don’t know… but still’ 

steve sighs muttering something about ‘bobs better be right about this’ before he lifts eddie under the thighs and plops him down in the bed. eddie just about able to squark before his throat dries up at the sight of the position steve got himself into. 

kneeling before him on the floor, one knee raised where his forearm lies, his head bowed. like a knight taking the knees for his sworn king. 

‘my liege.’ steve says. ‘i swear on my sword? that i like you… i’m not being a a jester right.? so, like, i’m not joking.’ 

steve glances around before his eyes flash. eddie gulps, stunned. floored. flabbergasted. 

taking eddie hand in his steve kisses eddies ring, his knuckles. looks up at him through thick lashes. lips lingering. 

eddie whimpers. 

‘did i say that right?’ steve stage whispers. narrowing his eyes and fighting a smile. 

eddies mouth opens and closes a couple times, silently. then he whines and nods. watched steve smile, self satisfied and blinding. 

eddie blinks, clears his throat. ‘you still think cumming really fast is hot?’

steve’s spine straightens, eyes wide and he glances down at eddie crotch. ‘you?’ 

‘no but i could cut a diamond here so, i can see it in my future.. my like, mind’s eye.’ 

steve laughs, a full belly thing. eddies breath catches again. he feels the stars in his eyes. this galaxy boy just for him. 

steve knee walks towards him, nestles himself between eddies thighs. both his hands there too, stoking lightly. eyes bright and sparkling. 

he leans in close, so their lips almost meet. goosebumps raise all over eddies skin. 

‘still hot ed’s, promise.’ 

-

they’re lying on eddies bed cuddling. fucking cuddling can you believe that?

steve stretches and sighs so deep eddie feels it in his bones. he looks like the trailer park stray when it used to stretch out in the summer sun, on that patchy bit of grass by eddies window. 

he fights down the swell of joy that unfurls in him. an old dog in the sun, a boy in his bed, eddie can’t handle it. 

one thing about eddie munson is that his head will follow about ten minutes after his heart. he’s a impulsive guy and that’s just that. it gets him in trouble yeah, but.. but nothing, it get him in trouble. 

case and point his little heart swell is making his feel much too honest and open. 

see, all that ‘my liege’ talk reminded eddie of that secret notebook he keeps tucked away. full of desperate little scenarios with people he’s made up.. and people who are very real. steve might be a main character in, some. maybe. if he’s honest. or a lot. if he’s more honest. 

steve on his knees, chain around his neck. crying all pretty, chest hairy and exposed. steve holding eddie in strong arms, tending to his wounds, splitting him open. yeah. it’s all there…with diagrams a lot of the time. 

maybe with steve, some of it could become real. maybe. that one where he holds eddies hand during is actually really high on the list…oh god. oh god oh god. 

eddie zones back in, heart first. ‘you know what you said? it reminded me of something.’ 

steve shifts from where he’s buried in eddies neck, looks up at him, he looks half asleep. eddie squeezes him. 

‘this npc that i use, kinda acts a lot like that and maybe, kinda, resembles you.’ 

steve perks up, fog clearing from his eyes and a little smirk forming. ‘should i be flattered? you made your little game all horny huh?’ 

caught red handed. 

‘…who, who says it’s horny?’ 

‘this guy for one’ steve taps the front of eddie jeans. ‘and the colour you went when i mentioned calling you master.’ 

…’you’re more perceptive that i thought…my uh, my mind wanders when im planning.’

eddie watched steve smile, it’s kinda dopey he looks so delighted. ‘hm? wander to little old me?’ steve’s staring directly at eddies mouth again. 

‘i think you know man.. but uhm, just checking that ah, all this. today. it’s not just a, a one-time thing right?’ eddie swallows, fingers gripping and unfurling around steve’s t-shirt. 

steve’s eyes snap up and stare right into eddie fucking soul. he feels like a frog about to be cut open in science class. slimy. ‘ed’s. i’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for months. i’m not going anywhere.’ 

eddie feels his eyes go wide. chest swelling again and cheeks threatening to split in a supernova smile. 

‘you wanna see my sketches?’ 

not bothering to wait for answers, eddie rolls off the bed with a lot of grace and ease. he doesn’t bang his knee on the bed frame no no. he just shoves his upper body into the murky depths of its underneath. 

‘totally open to the master thing by the way.’ 

eddie jolts, banging his head against the bed frame. feels his cheeks flame bright pink and he shuffles out to glare up at steve. stupid steve stupid dick stupid maybe actually having a boyfriend. 

‘maybe i’m not ready for you to see my sketches. i’m fucking hard again.’ eddie sniffs, turning to sit away from steve’s dumb head, leaning back agains the bed. 

‘ah come on dude i’m a total connoisseur of the arts, i spend my days surrounded by it.’ steve scratches his hand into eddies scalp. eddie enters the 5th dimension and his bones form into a new element, unknown to humans before. holy shit that feels good. 

wait. 

eddie whips around. ‘renting out labyrinth to teenager does not a curator make, stevie.’ 

‘okay mister eight labyrinth rentals on his account.’ steve widens his eyes he’s mocking him! smug brat. eddies wants to eat him whole. 

‘oh? you pay way more attention at work that i give you credit for’ eddie feels a grin pull at his lips, feels the little curls at the top of his metaphorical grinch head unfurl. ‘… i’m telling buckley.’ 

steve wriggles around like the comment pains him. ‘noooo!! she’ll make fun of meeee. she’ll call me a corporate shill again!’ he’s giggling. 

eddie lunges at him. stupid stupid boy. he’s perfect.

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve)

yeah i might do another, don't even worry about it..

#ty for reading mwah!! #steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve harrington #virgin eddie munson #hotlunch #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you #what a silly little u universe i’ve created for myself #hehehe #<3

[emsgoodthinkin]

~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au

This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]

• Summary: 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 // this is more like a rom com

• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors

Eddie’s Pov

Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.

There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..

I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.

Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.

It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.

White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…

Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—

“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”

Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over

“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout

Lie.

“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies

Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—

“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile

You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”

——

She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.

We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.

We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.

Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first

It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.

She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.

All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.

Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.

Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.

“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck

“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat

-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”

“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.

I wonder how many guys she’s done this with

“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—

Biggest fucking ego boot ever.

“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”

“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me

“You know you are”

—

Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.

She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.

After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.

Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.

Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..

Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.

I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now

——

“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance

“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.

You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters

You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡

fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man

Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)

I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back

Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡

Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not

I’m already there babe ;)

I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic

Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡

No way she’s a virgin talking like that

She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink

Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.

“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—

“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—

I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch

“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room

Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out

“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me

“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”

“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”

“Same thing” he glared

“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-

-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly

“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—

“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”

He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen

“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke

“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly

Cocky bastard.

Shit.

How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?

——

Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.

That was a fail, got carpet burn.

Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes

Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.

Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.

Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp

This shits hard. My back hurts.

Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off

FaceTime from Crush🖤

“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”

“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind

“Just took a hot shower is all”

“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen

“Well, that sounds like a party to me”

“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*

She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen

Fuck I’m hard again

“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge

Welp, gotta jerk off again

Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.

I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.

Should I shave?

Would she care?

A little trim wouldn’t hurt

May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.

Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror

Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket

—

My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.

Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor

“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.

What the hell is she wearing

A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater

is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes

“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”

and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed

those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor

fuck I’m wet already

“Come on, already got it all set up for us”

“Lead the way princess” following behind you

I need to bite those fuckin legs.

——

We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.

“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”

I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”

She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”

My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up

Something else is about to be up—

“Huh?”

“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross

“Something on your mind Ed’s?”

Gulp

“No no just— “ sigh

“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”

She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side

“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins

“You have no idea. ”

My breath hitches when you straddle me

Fuck me

“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang

Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her

“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”

Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”

Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”

Who the fuck are you she thinks

“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…

You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it

“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”

“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest

—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”

You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,

I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.

Eddie, score

“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater

The goddamn groan I let out

Jesus Christ

You lie back down bashfully covering yourself

A whore being shy huh?

“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,

“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly

Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -

“What??”

I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down

You don’t answer

“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”

“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers

Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies

I try it..

“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks

I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”

I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap

I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands

Cute little hair she has

“Can I um..”

She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —

“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite

“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling

You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”

WHAT WHAT WHAT

“You’re packing Eddie”

“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her

“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock

-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend

She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding

Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face

Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble

Suck a pretty cock you think

You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick

“Y/n, y-you done this before?”

“Yeah—“

Damnit.

-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls

Hot.

Okay Eddie do what feels right

so that’s the clit? how cute

Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”

“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth

“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-

the only pussy I’ve ever tasted

I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted

Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me

“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere

“What?”

“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out

“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,

so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about

“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —

“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—

“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—

Holy shit who am I—

“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—

“Wait really?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—

Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours

“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”

Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”

The only head I’ve ever got

She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”

Lie.

Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—

Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it

Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core

You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in

“Wait! Wait!”-

“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—

“Eddie I need to tell you something..”

“Yeah?”

“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”

never done this before, never done this before

I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—

“Virgin too?”

“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”

“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking

“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”

“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—

“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”

“No..do you wanna stop?”

“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”

“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—

- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly

My heart is erect

I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”

Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—

“Holy fuck you’re so-

“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”

“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync

“Oh god”-

“What?”

“Holy god”—

“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—

“I told you, it’s okay”

“I know but that’s so embarrassing”

You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you

Silence.

“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”

“But you squeezed me?”

“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”

Fucking Steve

-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—

“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”

Well shit

He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think

“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”

“Really?”

“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours

You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—

Was that a car door??

“Is someone here?”

“Honey we’re home!”

FUCK, not now!!

(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)

reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽‍♀️

#virgin!eddie munson x virgin!reader #best friend!eddie #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x poc! reader #eddie munson #virgin!eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #soft!eddie munson #wet dreamz #j cole #cocky!eddie #steve harrington #modern!eddie x reader #robin buckley

[bornonthesavage]

Eddie wouldn’t say he loves his job. He isn’t sure anyone actually loves working in organized crime, but hey, it pays the bills. And he’s good at it, so that’s a plus. All he has to do is pick up bags, drop them at predetermined destinations, and then collect the money. Easy. That is, until it goes wrong. Because of course it does. Things always go wrong for him.

“Where’s the rest of the money?” Sam asks. He’s Eddie’s boss, a greasy dude with shifty eyes.

Eddie frowns. “What are you talking about? It’s all there.”

“No, it’s not. You’re short five hundred. What, you think you can steal from the Harringtons and I won’t notice?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide as he realizes the situation he’s in. “Whoa, dude, what? No! Why would I steal? I’m not stupid!”

Sam takes a menacing step forward and Eddie tries to move back, but feels his path stopped by a thick chest. Yeah, this isn’t looking good.

“Give the money back now, and maybe I’ll let you go. If you don’t, you’re not going to like what happens next.”

Fear coils in Eddie’s stomach. If he had the money he would give it back out of his own pocket. As it stands, all he’s got is the 15 bucks that he’d planned on using for dinner tonight. He’s completely screwed.

“Sam, please, you have to believe me. I didn’t take anything!”

Sam glowers. “Fine, that’s how you wants it.”

Eddie’s grabbed on both sides by strong hands. He tries to fight but knows it no uses. The hired muscle are twice his size, and while he’d probably be able to outrun them, there’s no getting out of the their grasp.

He’s dragged from the office and thrown roughly in the trunk of a car. This is it, he thinks. This is how he’s going to die. They’re going to take him to some river and throw him in with bricks tied to his feet. He’d heard of this sort of thing happening, sure, but he’d never thought it would happen to him. Because he wasn’t stupid enough to cross the Harringtons. They were the most powerful crime family in the country, and Eddie valued his life, thank you very much. But apparently none of that mattered.

The ride is bumpy and it feels like it takes forever. But maybe that’s just Eddie, to out of his mind with fear to pay much attention. He tries to escape, kicking at the trunk and looking for a release lever. Of course, there’s nothing. When they finally come to a stop, he prepares himself to fight. The trunk opens and he tries to launch himself at the nearest thug, but the angles all wrong. He’s thrown the ground with ease, gravel crunching beneath his body.

“Get up,” one of the goons snarls, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him up.

Eddie looks around, trying to get an idea of his surroundings. He’d thought they’d maybe be out in the middle of the woods or near a body of water, but there’s none of that. Instead, they’re outside a massive mansion.

“What the fuck? Where are we?”

He’s pulled forward. “The big boss is out of the country, so we’re taking you to his son. We’ll let him decide how to handle you.”

Ah, shit. That wasn’t much better. He hadn’t worked for the Harringtons for three years without hearing all the horror stories. Sure, Thomas Harrington was in charge and had a reputation for violence, but Eddie had heard plenty about his son as well. A rich boy with a mean streak, they said. So what would he do to Eddie for apparently stealing from his family? Nothing good, that was for sure.

Eddie barely had any time to look around as he was dragged through the mansion and pulled through a set of double doors into an office, where he was thrown to his knees. Slowly, he brought his eyes up.

The first thing he saw were the pair of shiny black shoes. Nothing at all like his own worn out pair of shit kickers. His eyes travel up over a pair of sinfully long legs and thick thighs, all wrapped up in a pair of dress pants that probably cost more than he made in several months. Beyond that was a red silk shirt, only partially buttoned to reveal one of the nicest chests Eddie had ever seen. He sort of hated himself for thinking that, even now.

Finally, his gaze reached the face of the man himself. Steve Harrington was every bit as gorgeous as people said he was, and maybe a bit more. With a strong nose and defined chin, brown eyes that looked a little bored, and perfectly styled hair. Because of course it wasn’t enough that he’d been born rich and powerful. No, he also had to be unbelievably pretty.

Steve brought a cigarette to his lips and took a drag. “Who’s this?”

“This,” one of the thugs says, kicking Eddie’s foot, “Is just a low level piece of shit who thought he could steal from you, sir. We brought him here to let you decide what to do with him.”

Steve looked back to Eddie. “Is that true? Did you steal from my father?”

“No!” Eddie cried.

“Liar,” one goon snarled. “He was short by $500.”

“I swear, I didn’t take anything! I wouldn’t do that, I’m not a fucking idiot!”

Steve just continued to look at him, though he now seemed a bit curious. “Then where did the money go?”

Eddie shook his head. “I have no idea! Do you really think I’d risk my life over five hundred bucks? If I was going to steal, I’d take a lot more than that, I can promise you.”

To Eddie’s relief, though he wasn’t sure how great that relief should be, Steve laughed. He had a nice laugh, very full and bright. If Steve is amused, Eddie can use that. He’s good at being amusing. If the prince needs a jester, he can be that.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks.

“Eddie.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty four.”

Steve nods and takes another drag from his cigarette. “Right.”

He then reaches into his back pocket, and Eddie withdraws into himself. Is he going to pull a gun and just end him right here? At least that would be quick. But it’s not a gun, just his wallet. Steve flips it open and takes out a few hundred dollar bills, before tossing them at the floor by the goons feet. They flutter down like rich person confetti.

“To cover what’s missing,” he says.

The men glance at each other, as if unsure of what to do, before bending down to collect the money. “Uh, yes sir. We’re sorry to have bothered you. We’ll just get this waste of space out of your sight.”

They go to grab Eddie again and he struggles. He’s pretty sure that once he’s out of this room, his time will be up. But then Steve holds up a hand.

“Oh no, leave him here with me.”

Now the guards looked even more confused, and the sentiment was shared by Eddie. Was Steve some sick sadist, who wanted to torture Eddie here all by himself? But the thugs weren’t going to defy their boss. They gave him a shove, forcing him down to his hands, then retreated out of the office. Once the door was closed, Steve made his way around to the other side of the desk and sat. Eddie sort of thought he should get up off his knees, but he didn’t want to make any sudden movements. Maybe now was the best time to plead his case.

“Please, sir, you have to believe that I didn’t take that money.”

But Steve only shrugs and puts his cigarette out. “I don’t really care if you did. Honestly, it would be kind of funny.”

Eddie just stares at him, sure he heard him wrong. “Um, what?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, kicking his feet up on the desk. “My dads an asshole. I’ve stolen from him hundreds of times, and either he doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice. So really, it makes no difference to me.”

Well, this definitely wasn’t how Eddie had thought this was going to go. He still sort of thinks this is a trap, a ruse to get Eddie to admit that he’d actually taken the money.

“Right. So… I’m not in trouble?”

“Nah.”

“Oh. So, can I go then?”

And now Steve gets this certain look in his eye, one that’s bright and sharp, and Eddie almost feels like a prey animal caught in the mouth of a wolf den. But Steve is still smiling, and it seems genuine.

“You can if you want. Or…”

Eddie waits. He’s really not sure where this is going. What else can he want from him? When Steve doesn’t go on, just continues to stare, Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Or what?”

Steve shifts forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin in his hand. “Now, maybe I’m completely off base with this, so correct me if I’m wrong here. But you were checking me out when you first got here, weren’t you?”

Eddie’s mouth goes dry and his heart jumps in his chest. He hadn’t thought Steve had noticed.

“Please, Mr. Harrington, that wasn’t… I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Call me Steve. I hate when people call me Mr. Harrington. And you didn’t offend me. The opposite, in fact.”

Eddie just stares. This can’t be going where he thinks it’s going. Where he’s hoping it’s going. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Steve says, his smile growing wider. “I know when someone’s interested in me and you,” his eyes roam over Eddie’s body, “Are very interested.”

He’s cocky, that’s for sure. Eddie hates that he likes it. He really, really likes it. To his embarrassment, he even feels himself twitch in his jeans.

“So I guess you have two choices,” Steve continues. “You can get up and leave right now. No one will stop you and you’ll be free to go on your way. Or… You can stay. And we can come to an arrangement of an entirely different sort.”

And Eddie knows he should leave. He should get up and walk out right now. Because Harrington is nothing but trouble. He can see it written in every line of him, from that cocksure grin to those $3000 shoes. But Eddie’s never claimed to be smart. And he’s never been able to turn down a bit of trouble.

He leans back on his heels, titling his head in a way that draws Steve’s eyes to his neck, and grins.

“I’m listening.”

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie and steve #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #Look I’ve written a crime AU for both of the other fandoms I’ve been a part of #and this just works really well #I love cocky Steve #I just think he’d take one look at Eddie #and go yep #I’m keeping this one

[missingexaltation]

Further 'Steve plays D&D' shenanigans.

He plays in what the party call 'baby's first campaign', the off tangent, more chaotic and lighter campaign that Eddie's running.

He doesn't play properly, because he has zero interest in D&D at all. Eddie lets him get away with it, which everyone else finds unfair, but 'tough shit kiddies, DM's word is law'.

Steve's only character requirement is that he always has 'the bag thing' (aka the bag of holding) and mostly uses it as a weapon. Annoying NPCs, enemies or fellow party members? In the bag they go, and in the bag they suffocate. Only worthy enemies get to be killed by his sword.

He doesn't remember character names or races, instead giving them a nickname and number. (ie frog guy 1, frog dude 2). Jeff and Lucas pick up on this immediately and join in.

At first he doesn't know which of his dice to use and when. Eddie gets used to just handing him the right one...so now Steve automatically holds his hand out whenever he needs to roll. (It's much quicker.)

Once everyone knows that he and Eddie are dating, he openly and blatantly tries to negotiate re-rolls for kisses during their smoke/snack breaks (and sometimes things written down on scrap paper that makes Eddie's eyes go wide). It works most of the time, and the kids hate it, even though it works in their favour.

Steve and Eddie clash only once, when Steve's first character dies early on. Eddie hands him another character sheet, very similar, and Steve immediately names him the same name. Eddie tells him no. Steve argues for a while before looking him right in the eye and changes just the first letter of his name instead (ie Rob instead of Bob).

Steve has zero connection to his character. It's just a fun game to him, but the others take it way, way more seriously. Open the booby trapped chest? Sure, Steve will do it. Drink the potential poison? Why not! Eddie will just give him a new character if it goes wrong. There's no actual consequences, unlike the Upside Down stuff.

Everything is a NAT roll to Steve, not just 20 and 1. Nat 4, Nat 8, the whole lot. Dustin hates it so damn much.

He tries to get as many NPCs to join their party as he can, mainly so Eddie can be 'part of their team' too, instead of 'just playing the bad guys'. Eddie tells him that's not how it works, but Steve's insistent.

In combat Steve WILL waste his potions of healing if one of the party annoyed him recently. Gareth was once rolling death saves, and Steve ignored him to heal a non fatal wound on NPC #24 instead. Gareth nearly walked out, but Will took pity on him and healed him on his turn.

It's a completely different atmosphere to the 'serious' campaign, but that's what makes it more fun. Even though Steve's main goal is to annoy the rest of Hellfire and prove that their nerdy game is supposed to be fun, they don't seem to actually mind.

In fact, they love it when Steve argues back with Eddie. None of them will do it, but the DM threats just don't work on Steve. He had to roll disadvantage all night? He rolls shit anyway. Threats to kill his character off? Steve doesn't care.

And on the other hand, flattery, flirting and outright bribery works so well on Eddie that it's kind of pathetic. Steve knows that Eddie wants him there and takes full advantage to get what the party wants.

Eddie refuses to let him join the main campaign because of it.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #Steve playing d&d #He's literally just there for the vibes and to spend time with his friends #when i say he's not emotionally invested...i mean he's REALLY not...he's just there for the atmosphere #there's no plot to baby's first campaign...it's just an ongoing soap drama with reoccurring NPCs and low stakes #Steve's not academically inclined but he ain't dumb...and he knows how to wrap Eddie around his finger #He also loves being part of a team...so he's more than happy to gang up on Eddie to help them out #i live for bold and bitchy Steve...he gets cocky when he's confident 😂 #It's less d&d and more relationship dynamics

[loveshotzz]

btw i did in fact finish my paper and i think it has the potential to be an A paper (it’s at least a very solid B paper) so thank you for your motivation last night 🫶

Well now I have to finish this smut tonight and make it A plus just for you 😙 have this as a promise ♥️

18+ below the cut

“Baby, are you gonna come already? I’ve barely touched you.”

His tone is mocking despite the sweetness that drips from his words while every swipe against your bundle of nerves becomes unrelenting, determined even. But it’s still enough to piss you off, finding the last bit of bite you have left, you force your eyes open, meeting his hungry stare dead on.

”Y- you wish it was that easy.”

Amusement dances across the hard lines of his face, his gaze narrowing before something between a laugh and a growl rumbles from his chest. The motions of his wrist come to a halt, and it takes everything inside of you not to whine. Pulling his hand from your soaked panties, his wet fingers dig into your hips spinning you around, quick strides dragging you to the corvette that started your spiral.

“Steve!” You squeal, as your butt hits the cherry red metal of the hood. Dress still rucked up at your hips, your sweat slick skin sticks to it.

He just grins, the pearly whites of his teeth showing as grease stained hands spread your knees apart enough for him to step between. Grabbing at your chin, he forces you to look at him.

“Need you to keep your eyes on me, honey, and remember what you just said.” Pulling at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, he watches it pop back into place.

#asks #valerie 💖 #i know you got an a plus on it #I CAN FEEL IT #have some cocky mechanic!steve #i guess it’s never really over #steve harrington smut

[rogueddie]

Eddie trying to flirt with Steve by telling him that he's pretty and Steve, completely oblivious, rolls his eyes and scoffs because "yeah, fucking obviously. Took your time catching up, huh?"

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve knows how pretty he is ok #his insecurities are emotional #let him be confident in his looks please #cocky steve or death

[artiststarme]

Road Rage

Here's just a little thought I had after someone cut me off yesterday. Enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Imagine if Eddie didn’t hate Steve because he was a rich jock that symbolized everything wrong with society or because of his entitled behavior in high school or because he was jealous of hearing about him from the kids. What if he really hated him because he was the only guy in town that matched his level of road rage? 

Steve fucking Harrington, the only douche in town that would attempt to one-up his violent bird-flipping and periless driving maneuvers. He matched his tone in yells, obscene gestures, and speed whenever Eddie tried to zoom around him. 

The real reason he put that broken bottle so close to his carotid artery in the boat shed wasn’t because of fear or panic. No, it was because that bastard made him get a ticket for reckless driving and he still hadn’t forgiven him for it. However, after the Upside Down, Eddie takes a seat in the Beemer’s passenger seat and they drive off into the sunset, road-raging together and leaving fear in their wake.

And when the kids ask them about their horrible driving habits, well, they just don’t know what they’re talking about (regardless of what Hopper says). 

#You can't tell me that Eddie is a good driver in that crappy van #What does he have to lose? #And Steve is just too cocky to let some guy in a beat up van best him #Both of them just make Hop tired #stranger things #steddie #ish #headcanon #snippet #steve harrington #eddie munson #chief jim hopper

[powderblueblood]

oh my god! can i request maybe steve in his cocky era with cocky reader and this prompt

‘I've dated enough narcissistically neurotic men to know that you are all just a pack of roving babies in search of a giant teat from which to suck the lifeblood out of me until I am a hollow shell.’

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS!

steve's eyes roll back in his head with such a vigor that you're sure they'll dislocate, but that smile still sits on his pretty pink lips-- pinker, now, from the cold.

"and you've manged to find all of these so called 'men'... on the basketball team?"

"yeah, harrington!" you say, voice raising in volume and sarcasm as you shiver outside of the car. "all of them but you!"

"i bet i could have changed your mind," he says, leaning back against the spotless bumper.

"and i foolishly bet you wouldn't have driven into a snowbank, but here we are!"

you're prissing out, and you know you're prissing out but you're also shaking against the frigid cold and getting slush all over your satin shoes and you're missing out on your very first college party all because steve goddamn harrington insisted on driving you because his parents insisted on storming your house for new years eve drinks with your parents because they all insist on being friends.

not you and steve, though. no, no, no. your antagonism towards each other is well-treated and seasoned, like a good cast iron skillet that you'd love to hit him over the head with right now--

"honey, you're freezing." steve loves to do that-- call you honey like it'll make you soften in his grasp, like all the other girls. he's moving toward you, moving to remove his jacket.

"for god's sake, would you keep that on! if you don't, you'll freeze to death." a beat. "and i don't know how to talk to people who drive tow trucks."

"what makes you think i do?"

you scoff, a plume of breath following in an accusatory cloud. "so king steve can charm anyone but the common man?"

"thought that was your territory," he smirks, then pulls a mock pause, "oh, shit, wait! sorry! you're trying to keep what's left of your lifeblood unsucked, right? whatever that means..."

"means you're not getting anywhere near me, no matter how bad you want it."

steve stops short with about a foot of space between you. his expression, more devastating to your patience than devastatingly beautiful right now, still seems to engulf you a little. you hate him for having the kind of face that's hard to look away from.

"i still think i can change your mind." his voice has dropped to a just-for-us tone, and you hate yourself for feeling a little chill that isn't prompted by the cold. he's so sure of himself.

"and i still think you wouldn't be able to handle me if you could, harrington."

"yeah?"

"yeah. i'm not one of your little cheerleaders-- i'd blow your goddamn mind. i'd break your goddamn heart."

"sounds delightful."

you huff out a little laugh from between your glossed lips. unbeknownst to yourself, you've drawn a touch closer to steve in your barbed exchange.

"god, you're desperate."

steve, with all his towering hair and well-fitting clothes and intoxicating cologne, leans over you. "and you're looking hot tonight, you know that?"

there's a charge here; a number of cars you could've hailed down for help have already passed you. this exchange took precedence. his hands are shoved safely in his pockets. yours are bound under your arms, minding your body heat. but you inch ever closer still.

"let's make a deal," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

you try your damnedest not to get suckered into his dark caramel eyes as he looks at you, lids heavy. "a deal?"

"yeah," you say, reaching out to finger his fine cashmere scarf, "if you can use those legendary harrington wiles to get us a tow truck and get me to that party by midnight, i'll kiss you."

"yeah?" he murmurs, a little breathier now. his lips part, motioning to move for yours already.

you nod, eyes all a-glitter, and crane your neck back. deal's a deal.

and he nods too, dashing from your side to just about throw himself into the middle of the road, attempting to wave down the nearest available car. "little help! need a little help over here!"

look at that; all he needs is a little motivation, and all you need to do is sacrifice your satin shoes for the satisfaction of watching him fail.

#powder room talk #potatobeanpie #steve harrington x reader #s. harrington by powder #published by powder #blurbs #thank u maisie!!!! #love these cocky lil thangs

[envyadams-vs-me]

IVE BEEN HELLA INSPIRED BY BROOKLYN 99 SO GET READY FOR THIS:

Steve proposes to Eddie during on of the gangs' game nights. The kids have been tortured by this specific campaign the last few weeks because Steve finally agreed to play. The learning process had been a bot slow at first but by now Steve was getting the hang of it.

The whole gang is packed into Steve and Eddie's small apartment, it's on of the rare nights none of them have to work or go to class, and Eddie is more extravagant than normal. He's feeding off of the frustrated groans and chaotic yelling that fills the living room and chuckles when Steve joins in.

The games been going on for hours with minimal breaks due to the hyper focusing by the crew. A few of the girls have fallen asleep, Nancy on Robin's lap and El on her left shoulder, unbothered and actually comforted by the noise. Robin has had to pee for the last hour but refuses to get up until Nancy stirs enough to tell her it's okay.

As soon as she leaves the room, Eddie decides now is the time to drop the worst thing he can think of to block the kids (plus Steve) from winning the battle they're currently in the midst of.

Eddie admits he made the character based on himself, and the kids joke that Steve should try and flirt with the monster then. Eddie responds with a rambunctious cackle and throws his body back into the bean bag chair he's claimed as his throne.

While the kids try and come up with a plan, Steve suddenly pipes up. "Don't worry guys, I got this."

The look of determination that falls on his face is enough to make Eddie's heart swell. He chooses to mask his adoration and play into his sadistic DM nature.

"is that so, Steven?" Eddie leans closer to the group and grins evilly. Steve doesn't look the least but scared, instead he just sits up straight and smirks at Eddie.

"Yes it is, Edward."

There's a glint of mischief in each of their eyes and Eddie feels his heart racing with anticipation of Steve's next move. With a well practiced hair flip, Steve's repositioning himself to kneel beside the coffee table and reaches into his back pocket.

Eddie expects him to playfully throw some kind of magic at him, he leans back and waves his boyfriend off. "Aw, you got nothin', Harrington. Nothing!"

The group around the table are sharing confused looks, and Erica's the one to break the tense moment with a shout of, "Hurry up already!"

Steve glances at her briefly then continues to pull a small box from his back pocket. Eddie's too distracted on his impending victory to fully comprehend the words coming out of Steve's mouth.

It's when the living room erupts in a collective scream of disbelief that Eddie's brain registers his words. Suddenly he's back on his knees, knocking over his book and the party's game pieces, as he lets out a strangled, "What did you just say!?"

Steve's face is red with both anger and embarrassment as he tells the kids to, "Shut the hell up!" And he focuses back on Eddie.

"I said, Eddie Munson...will you marry me?"

Steve's less confident asking a second time and his shaking hands do nothing to calm his nerves. The room is quiet as Eddie stares wide-eyed at the black and gold ring that's sitting in the box Steve's holding. He tries to stutter out a response, then his heart stops.

"Is this because of the game!?" Eddie screeches out trying not to pull out his hair. His voice only gets louder when he shouts out, "I swear if this is because of the game Steve Harrington, I will dump you so hard!"

His worriedly biting his nails as he tries to glare at Steve and ignore the beating of his heart increasing because of the previous question.

Steve smiles easily, as Eddie thinks he's the biggest jerk for finding humor in his panic, and shakes his head. "God, Eds. No this isn't because of the game. I want to marry you, for reals."

Eddie lets out a choked breath as Steve leads him to stand up. Eddie attempts to hide his smile, as he squeaks out, "Really?"

Steve laughs and holds his face in his hands, "Really, Eddie. Will you marry me?"

Eddie isn't embarrassed when he screams, "Yes!" Over and over and over, as the whole room (previously on the edge of their seats) erupts in victorious cheers. Some of the kids (Erica, Dustin, and Mike) pretend to gag as their friends kiss, happily engaged.

Robin stumbles out of the bathroom, holding the plunger as a weapon, "What going on!?"

She's terrified for a second before she spots the new ring on Eddie's finger and the brightest smile on Steve's face.

"Oh my god!" She rushes over to the couple and grabs Steve's shirt collar.

"Did you?"

Steve nods and she grabs Eddie next.

"And did you say?"

Eddie nods as well and Robin squeals with excitement as she hugs the pair, everyone else soon joining.

Needless to say, the game was forgetting that night, but quickly picked up again the next weekend.

#brought to you by peraltiago and my constant watching of b99 #i couldnt let this thought go #steve would definitely be like jake and try to 'trick' eddie #and eddie would definitely be a cocky lil shot and think he knows steves every move #anyways enjoy this #steddie stranger things #steddie st #steddie thoughts #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party stranger things #steve and eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve harrington and eddie munson #steve harrington and eddie #stranger gays

[idontevenlistentomitski]

Modern! Steve Harrington fucks to slow down by Chase Atlantic I rest my case

#steve harrington #cocky steve is the best steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[very-feral-lesbian]

i know for an absolute fact that the moment that steve come to terms with his sexuality and starts purposely flirting back with eddie, eddie would absolutely break down and lose any ounce of cockiness that he had before

#the moment he comes face to face with harrington charm he folds #his cocky persona is all show #bark no bite you might say #biting comes later #steddie #steveddie #steve harrington #steve big boy harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #st4 #steddie headcanons #gay stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things series

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 6

˚✧₊⁎ ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ⁎⁺˳✧༚

eddie munson absolutely has an ass. it’s small, but it’s there. robin owes him 5 bucks.

steve knows it exists because he’s staring at it. right now. has been for the past five minutes. from his slouched position on eddies bed. 

eddie seems resolute in staying as far away from steve as possible, like that raccoon he saw by the dumpster last week, all on edge, with little hands.

he's talking though, one of those rambling eddie speeches. he used to half listen to them in high school. half listen to the cute angry dork across the lunch room. look how far they’ve come hey? who woulda thought? 

‘you’ve been quiet for too long, i’m getting worried’ eddie says going for light but he sounds really nervous. steve is in half a mind to look behind him, see if theres some entity in the room thats causing it. surely it can’t be steve?  

‘oh? don’t mind me just enjoying the view, carry on with your tinkering’ 

eddie rolls his eyes but stops messing with the buttons on his tape player. finally letting the judas priest album play at low volume. ‘ugh, i’m not tinkering’ he crosses his arms. stubborn sassy fucker. 

‘what are you doing then? come over here.’ steve holds a hand out, wants eddie to sit near him again, close, like they are in his car. 

‘no, ah, nah. um, i’m good. i’m ye i’m, good over here.’ eddie leans an elbow on the dresser and leans into one hip. the epitome of uncomfortable 

steve snorts, flaps his hand to gesture eddie forward. ‘come ooooon man. what are you so afraid of?’ 

that snaps eddie out of it. 

he huffs and throws his arms up, all lanky limbs and pointy elbows. ‘because i’ve never fucking done anything like this before man!’

steve is a little spooked honestly, thought they were nearing the same page since eddie invited him inside and all. ‘anything like what?’ he just wants them to sit next to each other…

maybe hold hands. 

‘you know steve. come on! we’ve been, like, flirting or whatever and that leads to.. stuff!’

oh sweet relief. verbal confirmation of eddie knowingly sending steve insane. ‘thank god! i knew you were flirting back! but you kept running away!’ now steve has his hands up too. but also silently sending out a quick one the the big guy upstairs, nothin better then the people he likes liking him back. 

‘yeah because you’re you! and i’ve never done it before! never done anything!’ hands akimbo once again. like a little flappy bat. the cute kind, not demo. obviously, yeesh. 

steve can’t help but shrug. relaxing back onto the bed. that’s all? they could’ve been holding hand for weeks! ‘that’s okay, i don’t care’

‘well i do!’ eddies cheeks are a little blotchy and his eyebrows are scrunched. he’s so frustrated. it’s cute but voicing that thought probably isn’t going to help the situation right now. we’ll pin it “tell eddie he’s cute after freak out.” yeah, good. 

‘ok. i mean all you need to do is say if you don’t like something, then we do some thing else.’ it’s simple, always is. yet everyone seems to get so weird about it. 

‘but, ugh. but, what if you touch me and realise you don’t actually like me.’ eddie says and looks a lot less frustrated now and a lot more just pouty. steve can work with that. 

‘i doubt that so much. you’re hot eddie.’

eddie gapes at him, but again he’s a stubborn fucker. ‘what if i’m really bad at kissing, get spit all over your face.’

‘hot.’ steve shrugs again. and he’ll keep shrugging. shrug eddie into getting how utterly chill them making out could be. 

‘what if i sit in your stupid lap and bust in like 5 second huh? that really the kind of guy you want?’

‘sure, sounds hot.’

‘jesus you’re so annoying.’

but he’s smiling. 

steve smiles back. ‘will you come here now? i wanna hold your fucking hand.’ 

eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth. so shy! about holding hands! steve’s going to eat him whole! 

‘careful stevie or i might start thinking you’re desperate.’ eddies grinning, in that sharp jaw all teeth way. brat.

‘and what if i was huh? hm? what you gonna do about it mun-son?’

steve stretches out on the bed, settling his hands behind his head. feels his shirt ruck up and he shifts so his jeans slip down and little. waistband of his boxers absolutely on display, along with a little peek of hipbone and happy trail. 

eddie goes bright pink and cherry sweet again. 

‘come hold my hand ed’s. pretty please?’ 

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 7 (eddie)

gonna go for one more part besties then we might be done

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sry if i missed on tagging anyone too mwah

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve harrington #virgin eddie munson #silly bois #silly gays #hotlunch #my fic #steddie fic #<3 #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

[buttbiscuit]

Steve and his British boyfriend Eddie and his Australian boyfriend Billy.....

#not just bc of their actors!!!!!!! #but billy would still be a surfer and lifeguard and have that blonde hair and be a cocky prick like aussie guys are (iykyk) #and eddie would be a charming lad from Reading who loves judas priest and brags about how he used to sneak into 18+ shows #steve would be so overwhelmed by how Out There both of them are but he cant get over their accents #billy's accent wouldnt be an eastern australian one btw it would be western (theres a big diff esp in the 80s) #i have some more ns/fw thoughts but those are maybe for another post #anyway steve harrington deserves many boyfriends #harringroveson #au

[livingintheupsidedown]

aHOY LaDiEs i didn’t see you there, would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavour with me? i’ll be your captain. i’m steve harrington

#this plays on repeat in my head 24/7 #along with him saying #oH boom! badda bing badda boom there she is henderson #in your face man in your stupid cocky little face #steve harrington

[rarepairsilove]

So... short haired Billy?

These photos of Dacre gave me an idea.

The night Billy is asked to go search for Max, but instead of giving a beating to Steve he snaps and gives it to Neil. He ends up in prison for a bit, only a few months thanks to Susan, who testified in his favor, making it known that it was self defense. When he returns he goes to her, since Hopper managed to help and get Neil away from Hawkins and Billy in her care. 

Of course the whole town is talking about his return once it happens, so it’s impossible to miss it. But Steve manages to not see him for a few days, just hear what the kids are saying about him, how much calmer he is acting, how he’s still a cocky bastard, but now with a weight lifted from his shoulders he’s not that much of an asshole. 

What they forgot to mention was that Billy is now a cocky bastard with short hair. That, Steve had to realize on his own, when he went to leave the kids at the pool and found Billy working there again. He just happened to be on a break, outside. He’s smoking, leaning on his camaro, shirt off, the shadow of a beard and short hair. The sexy mother fucker. 

‘Are you going to cream your pants, Harrington?’

#just imagine cocky and calm Billy teasing Steve #fuck #harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #why is the idea of Billy relaxed so sexy? #if someone wants to add to this please do #i want more but should be writing my fic #i'm almost finished tho #english's still hard af #My little ideas

[loveshotzz]

I need someone to write me a bigmoney!steve succession AU.

#i’ll pay good money #i need him to be a cocky asshole #steve harrington