#frat boy steve

[usedtobecooler]

frat boy!steve except he’s just fucking mean and fucks you mean. has you on all fours with a rough hand pushing your face into the bed, cheek smushed against the pillow as he pounds into you so hard the frame rattles against the wall, barely drowned out by the drone of edm music blasting throughout the house.

“oh my god,” you gasp, high pitched and breathy, incoherent and babbling as you’re fucked within an inch of your life, “steve, fuck. fuck. s’good, so good. haaah, right there!”

“that’s it, baby,” steve grunts, the smirk evident in his voice as he palms at the globe of your ass, smacks his hand down roughly and pulls, “tellin’ me how much you love my cock like a good girl.”

it’s relentless. brutal enough to leave you aching for days and relishing in the sting his mark leaves behind, and he keeps you coming back for more. has you on a leash like a dog and you go willingly, would bark and pant for him if he told you to.

the hand in your hair snaps your head back, shakes you out of your fucked out state as his middle finger hooks into your cheek, pulling your mouth open as you moan and drool like a common whore, pushing back against every brutal thrust like you need more.

“look at you,” steve chuckles, grins wolfishly with sharp teeth as his other hand snakes around your neck to grip below your chin, snapping your head back further, “aw, honey. you cryin’ for me?”

you sob pitifully, staring up at him with bleary eyes, pussy clenching as he continues to slam his hips into your ass, the thick length of him slipping in and out with ease — he’s barely breaking a sweat, hair still perfectly pulled back behind a burgundy snapback.

“shit, baby. this pussy’s meant for me,” he coos, cocky and arrogant as he pulls out only to bully his way back in violently, taking your knees out from under you, “my perfect little sex toy, huh?”

you nod as best you can despite yourself, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your ears are infiltrated with the sopping wet clap of skin on skin. tummy coiling with each bite of his thick head dragging against your inner walls.

your orgasm is pulled from you forcefully, steve’s toned torso practically plastered to your back as he chases your body despite how you slide away from the overstimulation. he cums with a rough grunt in your ear, sends you off with nothing more than bruises littering your body and an empty promise to text later.

he doesn’t acknowledge you in class the next day, never does. doesn’t even take a look in your direction. but the following weekend, at the annual toga party, when you’re being hit on by another student, all it takes is one flirty glance at the poor unsuspecting boy, before steve’s hauling him away by the scruff of the neck.

fire in his eyes and shoulders squared in a warning. he needs to remind you of what’s his.

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[lihhelsing]

Eddie knew this was the last time. 

Steve hadn’t said anything. At least not explicitly. But he had been slowly pulling away for the last month. Ever since the fucking incident. 

Eddie was still mortified about it but Steve had done his best to just brush it off as if it was nothing. And at the same time he had started pulling away and Eddie wasn’t dumb. He knew how those things worked. This wasn’t his first rodeo with frat boys and if he was being honest it probably wouldn’t be his last. 

But this one might be just the one to break his heart. 

He didn’t mean to fall in love with Steve Harrington, but with him making all those pretty noises under him like he was doing right now Eddie wondered how could he have /not/ fallen in love with him. 

He could feel the goodbye in every one of Steve’s touches. He was holding on to Eddie as if he couldn’t afford to let go, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Eddie moved inside of him. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Eddie whispered, hands gripping his flattened hair. Steve’s cap was always the first thing to go, whenever they found themselves with enough alone time, and Eddie liked he was probably one of the only people to see him like that. No armor. No president of the Delta Chi. Just Steve. 

His Steve. 

“Harder,” Steve asked. Begged, really, in that soft, punched out tone that always drove Eddie completely crazy. And Eddie knew what he was doing. 

They fucked hard, sometimes. When they were in a rush or when they were drunk or when Steve had stayed away for too long. It made them desperate for each other.

But now Steve was begging for something else. He was begging for Eddie to go harder so he could pretend this wasn’t tearing them apart. So he could pretend there weren’t feelings involved. 

And how could he pretend that when Eddie was kissing him softly on the lips and whispering sweet nothings in his ear and fucking him like he loved him? Like he would let Steve break his heart. 

“Shh, let me make you feel good, Stevie,” Eddie asked, biting back the rest of his words. Let me make you feel good one last time. 

Steve groaned and buried his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Eddie wanted to look at his face as he undid him one last time but Steve wasn’t good with feelings so Eddie let him hide away. 

The party was still going outside of Steve’s room, but for a little while longer, it would be just the two of them. They were all that mattered while they were inside this room. Even if Eddie knew they were moving fast towards the end. 

Even if Eddie knew things would get awkward because Steve couldn’t fucking handle feelings. They would kiss and Steve would rush to get his clothes and his cap back on, hoping for whatever protection that frat boy persona could bring him. 

But he and Eddie both knew there was no hiding from each other anymore. They had gone too far, too deep. Eddie already knew the twists and turns of Steve’s heart and soul. Knew what made him scared, what made him hurt. 

He would pretend, though. For Steve’s sake. He would watch him walk away one last time, cute butt fitting perfectly in his preppy clothes. He would pretend his heart wasn’t following. He would pretend it didn’t hurt. 

And he wouldn’t come back to Delta Chi ever again. 

Part II

#steddie #frat boy Steve #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #ficlet #just a little good angsty thing #I’ll make it better later this week I promise #it just gotta get bad before it gets better so #Ali's Stuff

[bleedingoptimism]

frat boy steve and the english literature student he's in love with.

wonder if eddie loves him back?

featuring the best poster i've ever designed

if you wanna see the full version click here: ☠️🤡💘

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[wrecked-fuse]

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[oriarts]

Eddie had been thinking he’d have some laughs, get some stories to tell the others at their next dnd session. He wasn’t scientifically minded, but he had been treating it like an experiment, gathering info on just how frat dudes partied. He sure as hell hadn’t been expecting this. He wasn’t expecting to be across a table from one Steve Harrington as he prepared his first shot, the easy smirk on his lips that said he knew that he was going to win. His very nice lips.

He had never been religious, but the vision in front of him… Eddie suddenly felt like he was staring at the sun and his wings were starting to drip wax.

scene from an unwritten fic

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[steddieasitgoes]

How did the frat boy Steve era never lead to anyone writing Eddie doing body shots off of him?

#someone should fix this #not me #but someone #steddie #steddie fic #frat boy steve

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | explicit | wc: 2.6k | cw: open ending, mention of Eddie/OMC, short Steve/OFC scene| tags: frat boy steve, modern au, fuckbuddies, not really unrequited love | AO3)

Written for @steddielovemonth, prompt: Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking the leap

Steve screwed up, no way around it. Fucked up big time.

In his defense, he didn't know that Eddie was in love with him. How could he have known? For all intents and purposes, they were just two horny guys hooking up. Having fun, blowing off steam.

For Steve, it had just been some harmless fucking around with the pretty guy who sells weed at the Sigma Chi parties.

At least, that's how it started.

They met at the very first Sigma Chi party he attended after his initiation. Eddie had been making the rounds, trading goods for money, and Jason, the current vice president and right hand to their president Billy Hargrove, had told Steve to try some, the freak sold good shit. It was the only reason he was allowed to enter the Sigma Chi house in the first place.

Steve, who had vowed to make a good impression and earn the respect of his brothers, did as he was told, even though he knew what his father would say about him smoking pot. But he also thinks his father would approve if it helped Steve's chances of moving up in the chapter faster. His father was president of Sigma Chi when he was in college, and Steve knows that he expects Steve to follow in his footsteps.

It's rare that Steve's father even acknowledges Steve outside of snide remarks and orders, but the day Steve told him during their weekly Sunday family dinner after church that he had successfully completed his pledge and would become a Sigma Chi brother, his father had patted him on the back and said, "Well done, son."

He's been chasing that high ever since, and he won't stop until he's president himself. Maybe then his father will look at him with the same pride and affection he's seen other fathers show their sons. He can be as good as they are, even better. He will prove himself.

None of his plans had included Eddie Munson.

It wasn't like Steve hadn't fooled around with other guys, a quick handjob in the shower after practice, or that one time Tommy had gotten down on his knees for Steve after one too many beers by Steve's pool. None of those times counted, though, because Steve might not be as straight as everyone thought he was, but that didn't mean he was going to act on his desires once he was out of school and ready to take on his responsibilities as a man.

He would graduate with a degree in business, just like his father.

He would become president of his chapter of Sigma Chi, just like his father.

And he would marry a pretty girl with a respectable family and good connections, just like his father.

All of these plans took a back seat in his mind the moment Steve saw Eddie on his knees for one of his brothers. As he watched Eddie suck and lick Patrick's cock like it was a popsicle in the middle of summer, he was frozen in place, his eyes and mouth wide open. The look on Eddie's face was what got to Steve the most, completely blissed out, his eyes closed as drool and pre-cum dripped down his chin.

No girl had ever looked like that while blowing Steve.

Tommy hadn't looked like that either.

In that moment he knew he needed Eddie to look like that for Steve.

That's how it started, really. The next time Eddie was at one of their mixers, Steve couldn't look away, his eyes fixed on Eddie's full lips curled around the haughty grin he always wore when dealing with members of the chapter. The girl he'd been making out with just seconds before only got his attention back when she started kneading him through his jeans, and he told himself that's why his dick twitched in anticipation every time he saw Eddie from now on.

He took her to his room and made her come twice before sinking into her, only able to come himself when he thought of Eddie's brown eyes blinking up at him before closing in utter bliss as Steve fed his cock into his waiting mouth.

Afterwards, he walked her to her dorm because he's still a gentleman. He told himself he wasn't disappointed when Eddie was already gone by the time they made their way through the party, which was already on the wane by then.

She told him she had fun and that maybe they could do this again, to which Steve agreed easily, already knowing that they wouldn’t. He kissed her goodnight and waited until she was safe inside before he walked back to the house, deep in his thoughts. That’s why he didn’t even notice the dark figure waiting for him on their porch.

“You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you, Harrington? Making her scream and then walking her home? Didn’t think a proper frat boy would do either, to be honest.”

Eddie emerged from the shadows, the light streaming out from the window casting a faint glow on his high cheekbones and round nose. His dark brown eyes seemed bottomless, their depths illuminated with a reddish hue as they reflected the glimmering tip of his joint.

“I don’t see why that's any of your business, Munson. You're overstaying your welcome here. We don’t need any more party favors. Piss off.”

Eddie clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.

"I don't think so. I have a feeling that I have left a customer unsatisfied. Isn't that right, big boy?"

Without Steve noticing, too caught up in everything that was going on, Eddie had come close enough for Steve to feel the warmth of his body against the crisp fall air.

Swallowing audibly, Steve willed his body to take a step back, only to have Eddie follow him until he felt the railing dig into his backside.

"I have no idea..." he stammered, his heart pounding in his chest and blood rushing through his body. To his abject horror, he felt his cock hardening in his jeans.

As if sensing this, Eddie moved even closer so that he could slip his leg between Steve's, his thigh pressed firmly against the bulge at the front of Steve's pants.

"Oh, but I think you do, Stevie. That," and he rubbed his thigh along the straining length of Steve's cock in a delicious drag that had him moaning before he could stop himself, "tells me you know what I'm talking about."

Eddie then started to move his leg, pushing up and basically forcing Steve to ride his thigh. At least that's what Steve told himself, he had no choice but to buck his hips and rub against the offered leg like he was in heat.

"I saw you. When you watched me blow Pat." Steve wants to be horrified, but his cock twitches again at the memory, even as he mentally scoffs at Eddie calling the guy 'Pat' like they're pals. "And I noticed the way you were watching me tonight. You're a naughty boy, aren't you? Did you think about me on my knees for you while you were fucking her, huh?"

Like an out of body experience, Steve had felt his hips pick up speed, those dirty, humiliating words spoken in Eddie's deep, slightly patronizing voice pushing buttons he didn't even know he had. He was close, just rubbing one out on a guy's leg on the front porch of their chapter house, where one of his brothers could walk in on them at any moment.

In that moment, he hated Eddie.

He also wanted to kiss him, so he grabbed the front of Eddie's shirt and pulled him in, biting his lips until they opened for his tongue. It was the safest way to muffle his moans when he came in his pants a few minutes later.

After that it became a habit and three months later fucking Eddie was as much a part of his life as going to church with his parents on Sunday.

And that was fine, he had become well versed in the art of compartmentalizing. A word he had learned from Robin, who sat next to him in his elective psych class and had become something of a friend. Not close enough to confide in yet, but someone with whom he could be a version of himself that he liked a lot more than Sigma Chi brother Steve.

But then Eddie had to go and change the script of their hookups.

It usually went like this: Steve would text Eddie, usually a simple "wanna fuck?" to which Eddie would almost always reply "sure" within five minutes. He'd come over to Eddie's because he couldn't risk one of his brothers finding out, so his room was off-limits, and Eddie would be waiting for him with lube and condoms ready next to the bed. At least Steve liked to think they were there for him.

He hadn't seen Eddie with any other guys since they started to hook up. Not that that would have been a problem, but it was just safer, Steve thought, that's why he liked that thought so much.

They would fuck, Steve would ask if he could take a shower, to which Eddie would always say yes, and then join him under the hot spray for another round. Then Steve would leave until the next time.

Only one day, Eddie had begun to change their routine. He had offered Steve something to eat afterward, claiming he had some pizza left over and asking if Steve was hungry. Which he was, they had been at it for two hours, and he didn't have much to eat for lunch anyway. So they sat on Eddie's bed, still naked, and ate pizza.

It became a habit.

It led to Steve staying longer and longer at Eddie's. Sharing a meal became eating while watching a movie on Eddie's laptop. And then, a few weeks later, after a particularly grueling week, Steve fell asleep while watching Friday the 13th. He woke up tucked into Eddie's side on the bed, a blanket thrown over them, and Eddie snoring softly next to him.

Steve watched him sleep for a long time before he silently slipped out of bed and into the night.

Another thing that had changed in the months they'd been together was the way they fucked. They had quickly worked their way up from hand jobs and blow jobs, and the first time Steve had sunk into Eddie's tight heat, Eddie on his hands and knees urging him on, he knew he would crave that particular feeling for the rest of his straight married life.

They never fucked face-to-face.

Until they did.

It had been Eddie who had pinned Steve down on the bed, back against the headboard, staring up at Eddie as the man coated Steve's hard cock with lube. He had thrown his legs over Steve's and sat on his lap, slowly sinking down onto Steve. It had been maddening. It had been so good that Steve had seen stars, so overwhelmed with pleasure that he had bitten Eddie's shoulder to keep himself from crying out.

Soon, face-to-face had become their new routine.

It was the beginning of the end.

The last time Steve had had Eddie like this, Steve had been on his back with Eddie between his legs, thrusting so deep into him that Steve thought he could feel him in his throat. The weight of Eddie on top of him didn't feel suffocating, it felt grounding. Safe.

Eddie had begun to feel grounding and safe, and Steve didn't know what to do with it, so he just wrapped his legs around Eddie's narrow waist to spur him on.

The way Eddie held him felt different, almost tender, even as he started to fuck him harder, finally fucking him like he meant it. Their chests were pressed together and Eddie's hand gripped Steve's shoulders for leverage while Steve clawed at Eddie's back as he flew higher and higher. One of his hands slid down Eddie's back and grabbed his ass to pull him further in, as if there was any way Eddie could go any deeper.

They both came within seconds of each other, their bodies shaking from the pleasure that was still coursing through them, and Steve never felt better.

At least until Eddie lifted his head and looked down at him and said with wonder in his voice, "God, I love you.”

It was as if he blacked out, someone else taking over his body as he pushed Eddie off of him, scrambling to get up and get dressed as he yelled, "No, no, no, no!"

"Steve?" Eddie had asked, his larger-than-life persona reduced to something small and breakable. "I know we haven't talked about it, but I thought... you can't tell me there's nothing between us but two guys fucking. Not anymore."

And he was right, that was the problem.

Everything Steve had worked so hard for and he almost threw it all away by falling for someone his friends or parents would never approve of. He just couldn't do it, it was too much to ask of him. Even for Eddie.

"There's nothing between us but two guys fucking. I'm sorry you caught feelings, Munson, but that's not my problem."

"'Sorry you caught feelings'? Are you kidding me?"

"I don't know what you want me to say. Maybe stay away from the house for a while and sell your shit somewhere else, yeah? Don't make it harder on yourself."

Steve walked out before he could see Eddie's reaction to his words, but he did as Steve asked and stayed away.

He should be happy, after all, he had dodged a bullet. Patrick might like to get his rocks off with another guy once in a while, but Patrick was no president material. Patrick was no Harrington.

So why was Steve holed up in his room while his brothers downstairs were celebrating the end of the semester like there was no tomorrow?

Because Steve screwed up, no way around it. Fucked up big time.

He fell in love with Eddie Munson.

Steve could have Eddie with him, in this bed, right now, if he hadn't pushed him away out of fear. And now, five weeks later, Eddie was going out with a guy Steve hadn't seen before. He'd seen them kissing outside the cafeteria, in broad daylight, with people milling around. No one had given a shit about it. No one but Steve, who had felt the pain of his heart squeezing in his chest. Squeezing his nose to hold back the tears, he rushed to the nearest bathroom and pressed his burning face against the cool tiles.

What was he supposed to do now?

Steve knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave that house that had felt more like a jail to him and go over to Eddie’s, climb into his bed, and let himself be held. There, in the safety of Eddie’s arms and the cover of the night, he could have told Eddie that he might love him, too. Steve could have admitted that he was scared, terrified even, and Eddie… Eddie would probably have teased him. He could almost have heard his voice, asking Steve, “And you were letting that stop you?” like the thought was laughable.

Maybe it was. Maybe it should have been.

Steve didn’t know. He hated that he didn’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t let it stop him.

Maybe some things were worth taking a leap and trusting that someone would catch you.

Before he could have let his fear stop him, he pushed himself off his bed and put on his shoes.

Maybe it was time to try to be the man he wanted to be, not the man his father wanted him to be. And that man was in love with Eddie Munson and willing to take a leap for him.

He just hoped Eddie would catch him on the other side.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #frat boy steve #steddielovemonth #nsft #my writing #open ending #but hopeful #like come on you know me #we all know what happens next #day 3

[wormdebut]

HELLO FRIENDS. It is @wynnyfryd BIRTHDAY. Please go wish her the happiest of birthdays and enjoy this humble offering of Frat Boy Steve and Drug Dealer Eddie fucking around and finding out.

I LOVE YOU WYNNY

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[mojowitchcraft]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening ❤️

Another Frat Boy Steve Excerpt cause I can't stop thinking about the Toga Party scene that I have outlined...

It seems to be a recurring thing, Steve cornering him in the kitchen. He sidles up to Eddie when he’s scooping up some of the jungle juice into a cup.  “Y’know what they say about pineapples, Munson?” Steve asks, all low and sultry as he grabs a piece of the offending fruit right out of Eddie’s cup and pops it in his mouth. Eddie sputters, completely losing his ability to play it cool, and barks out a laugh. “So, what? Did one of the sorority girls make it to protect herself from nasty-tasting frat boy spunk?” Steve grins, looking like the cat that caught the canary, leans all the way into Eddie’s space so his pec is pressed against Eddie’s arm, hair tickling where Eddie’s sleeve is pushed up. “No, I made it…for you. So drink up.”

Added bonus, I made some title cards for the fic!

No pressure tags: @glitterfang @audacityofbird @toburnup @lostinadmiration @mixsethaddams @dreaminginpencil

#frat boy steve #steddie #steddie wip #weird_witchcraft wips #mojowitchraft wips #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #acta non verba

[eyesofshinigami]

frat boy Steve (my so dearly beloved) for wip weekend?

Sorry it took me a bit, but I didn't forget! I also may have written more than three sentences because I'm excited that people are excited for this fic, okay???

Here you go, friend!

For one second, he considers what not having his parents standing over him like hawks would mean.  Maybe not emotionally, but fiscally? Okay, yeah, Steve can admit that’s a little scary. He can admit now just how privileged his entire life has been, money and access and connections that other people could only dream about. What would he do without it? Flourish, probably, but he’s not even sure he knows how to take care of himself like an actual adult. Living in the frat house absolutely does not count; the catered meals and cleaning service is not all that different from being at home, there’s just more people making noise instead of a big, empty house. It’s kind of pathetic, really.

Enjoy! (And hopefully there will be more to come!)

(Also sneakily tagging @shares-a-vest since you were looking for more of this fic too <3)

#wip weekend #frat boy steve #slowly but steadily we're getting there #steve's just in his feelings right now

[strangersatellites]

frat steve has taken steddie twitter by storm so have this

eddie’s dragging his feet in his boots, humming under his breath while he unsuccessfully flicks the lighter under his cigarette.

every time he finds himself walking down fraternity row he also finds himself wondering how he got here.

not physically- he took a left on 4th and a right on morningside, he knows that.

but in a larger sense.

he’s a junior well on his way to a media and entertainment arts degree who, as a freshman and sophomore spent most of his friday nights at local dives either playing with his band or drinking and shooting the shit with the divorced dads at the pool table.

so when he wonders how he got here, he means how he’s found himself on the way to his third house party this month.

he finally gets his cigarette lit and he stops on the sidewalk to get in a few drags before he heads in. mentally prepares himself for the insufferable music he’ll have to endure for thirty minutes or so before he tunes it out.

he mock-bows at the group of girls that wanders past, giggles and waves sent his way making him laugh to himself.

he drops the butt and stubs it beneath the toe of his boot and takes a breath.

heads toward the house door.

when he gets there he’s met with two guys, freshman surely. letters emblazoned across their cutoff muscle tees and hats turned backwards and perched, very stupidly if eddie shares his piece, atop their heads.

they stop him with a hand up and friendly smiles and mock bravado “three actives,” bro number one states.

eddie barely holds back an incredulous laugh.

“you cannot be serious.”

the boys eye each other, confused and getting frustrated, eddie can tell.

the first bows up a bit.

“dead serious, bro. name three actives.”

and look, eddie may be a showman at the best of times but he really doesn’t want to pull his trump card here. not now.

that would just add insult to injury.

he’s wracking his brain for a way to let them down gently, to get them to step aside and let him through when there’s a loud commotion behind them and then steve is shouldering his way past and onto the front steps.

“eddie!!” he cheers and swings his strong arms up and around his neck. he, unlike tweedle dee and tweedle dum, is just wearing a white t-shirt and his hair, his beautiful, beautiful hair is left untarnished by the blasphemy that is the frat boy snapback.

he wraps an arm low around his waist and presses a kiss to his temple.

“hey, baby,” he smiles, watching the dropped jaws and disbelieving eyes over steve’s shoulder.

steve pulls back and shoves his chest back and he stumbles, laughing.

“dude you were supposed to be here ages ago!”

eddie tugs him back close by his wrists and puts on his best puppy eyes.

“sorry, sweetheart, got caught up at rehearsals. but i’m all yours now.”

steve grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together. spins around and point between eddie and the pledge-bouncers.

“guys, this is eddie! eddie this is jeremy and josh.”

eddie waves, small and a bit sarcastic but steve doesn’t pick up on that. just tugs him past and takes off to find eddie a drink.

eddie gets clapped on the shoulder and high-fived by a couple of steve’s friends as they pass and he yells across the room to eric to save him a seat.

he turns back to the door and still sees bewildered looks, slightly afraid.

he gets it, he does.

in a larger sense at least.

if he were these boys and had just tried to deny entry to the president’s boyfriend he might be a little afraid too.

he swings an arm around each of their shoulders and pulls them close.

“relax, gentlemen. your secret is safe with me.”

they stutter and go to argue but steve is back with two red plastic cups and a bright smile.

“c’mon ed, luke wants to hear about your show since he missed it last week.”

eddie pats both boys on their backs before he takes the drink from steve’s hand and tucks the other in steve’s back pocket.

“later guys. catch up next time, yeah?”

their stunned nods and quiet agreements follow as eddie and steve walk away.

they’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.

#steddie #steddie fic #gin writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #frat boy steve is so real #and i have SO many opinions on him if you wanna get serious

[lihhelsing]

Frat Boy - Part II

Part 1

The day of the incident was nothing if not a regular fucking day. Eddie didn't know if that was for the better or worse. 

After it happened, he kept wondering if he would've done things differently. If it would've made a difference if he had. 

In the end, he doesn't think it would've changed anything. 

Because ever since Eddie laid eyes on Steve, with his dumb backward cap with the college logo and his too-tight shirts that left little to the imagination, he knew he would do anything for him. 

And yeah, it didn't even matter the amount of shit his friends gave him because he was hooking up with the Delta Chi president. They didn't even know the worst of it all. Eddie was fucking falling for Steve so fast it made him dizzy. 

But that was something he kept close to his chest. Didn't want anyone else to know about it, even if he was pretty positive Steve already knew, from the way Eddie kissed him. 

Like he needed him to breathe. 

So when Steve casually asked Eddie if he would like to go with him to his family's vacation house during Spring Break, Eddie didn't even blink before saying yes. 

Didn't even think about what that would entail. And obviously, it entailed a lot of things. As president, Steve had a lot of commitments with his fraternity, even during Spring Break. 

The thing that made everything worth it, though, was that despite the full agenda during the day, Steve was all his during the night. And since they were alone in the Harrington's huge mansion, Steve could be as loud as he wished as Eddie fucked him into the mattress. 

So really, Eddie had no complaints. He would chill at the house while Steve was out and about doing God knows what and he would jump his bones as soon as Steve was back, their clothes usually discarded in the living room with their rush to get naked together. 

And Steve just made the prettiest, most delicious sounds Eddie had ever heard. He moaned Eddie's name like a fucking prayer and it got him every single time. Steve clung to him, nails leaving red marks on his back as Eddie pushed inside him and drove him to the edge. 

Steve wasn't a fan of being quiet, but when they were at the Delta Chi house he was a little more courteous towards the others. That didn't mean Eddie didn't try his best to make him lose it, just for the fun of it. 

On the day of the incident, Steve was particularly insatiable. Eddie had already fucked him in the kitchen earlier and they had climbed the stairs and were chilling on the bed together when Steve started to get horny again. 

Eddie honestly loved it when he got like this. He thought it was probably because their little vacation was coming to an end and soon they would be back to the reality of quiet fucking at the Delta Chi house. 

Steve started to rub himself on Eddie's side and it didn't take long for both of them to be completely hard. But differently from what had happened in the kitchen, this time felt more… Soft, somehow. 

Eddie had started to notice how Steve liked when he was soft. He would fuck Steve looking into his eyes, whispering sweet praises in his ear as Steve came undone under him. It was probably one of his favorite ways to do it, and something he kept only for Steve. 

Eddie had never fucked someone else like that. 

Even if Steve didn't know that and even if Eddie was totally aware that the L-word should be kept far away from his… situation-ship with Steve, he still indulged in it, because they both liked it. 

So Eddie was buried inside Steve, completely bottomed out. Steve had his eyes locked on his, and he was letting out little huffs that told Eddie he was getting close. In the morning, they would come back to the campus. But tonight, Eddie would make sure Steve was coming as many times as possible, always with Eddie's name on his lips. 

He pulled out and pushed in again and watched as Steve shut his eyes and came all over his stomach, his dick trapped between their bodies in the way Eddie knew he loved. 

Eddie knew he was close, so he kept going, knowing Steve also loved the oversensitivity as he came down from his orgasm. He was so close his stomach was all tight. And then the fucking door swung open. 

Eddie jumped, his brain unable to form a coherent thought. He was scrambling away from Steve out of pure reflex and he watched as Steve's expression went from surprised to angry in a matter of seconds. 

"What the fuck is this?" said a voice from the door. Steve's eyes were about to bore a hole into the man standing there. 

"I could say the same thing," Steve spat. Eddie could see he was shaking. 

"I should've known there was a reason why you were so interested in your responsibilities all of a sudden. It was just a plot to try and distract me from this."

The man crossed his arms, completely unbothered that he was interrupting something. 

Steve got up and threw the sheets over Eddie and he was fast to cover himself with them. But he stood there, looking at the man with a bored expression. 

"Is there something you want? We were in the middle of something," Steve said and Eddie watched the man roll his eyes. 

"We'll be having words about this when you're back home. You're not getting off the hook that easily, Steven."

Eddie flinched with the harshness of the words and the fact that whoever this was, it was using Steve's whole name. But Steve stood there, unbothered. 

It was like they were fighting a silent battle to see who would fold first. The man let out a long sigh before retreating from the door, leaving it open. 

Steve huffed out in annoyance before walking and shutting the door loudly as if trying to make a point. When he looked back at Eddie, he could see there were some cracks in his expression. 

"What… Was that?" Eddie asked when he thought his voice wouldn't shake too much. That was probably one of the scariest and most embarrassing things he had ever gone through. 

Steve crossed his arms, still naked, and shook his head. "It was just my father."

Eddie hoped the ground would open and swallow him whole. 

#steddie #frat boy Steve #frat boy au #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #Ali's Stuff #Hurt/Comfort

[applewillowstone]

Frat Boy Harringrove - I have a lot of unholy terrible thoughts.

These photos are powerful and I’m gonna scream.

#thank you Shari on twt who sent me the dacre photo #billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things #steve harrington #frat boys au

[amethyst-crowns]

Eddie ft. my closet

day two: borrowed pjs

(tattoo inspo from this post by @strangersatellites ^)

#look at me finally bringing this back #those tiny shorts are some of the comfiest pants i own and i feel like eddie would love them in the summer #and the shirt might not be his but all my old frat shirts were never originally mine either so #but in this little world steve is a lil frat boy and eddie loves a comfort color shirt #sleepy lil grump #also took some tattoo liberties cause why not #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson #i draw things #eddie as my dress up doll

[ghosttotheparty]

sweet little thing

“Steve,” Eddie repeats softly. Steve’s eyes look into his, shining like he’s already there, like he’s already floating. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”

Steve’s eyes flutter, and he looks like he wants to let out a whine, glancing across Eddie’s face again like he’s forgotten where they are.

“Fuck me,” he says weakly, and the words crawl under Eddie’s skin like they belong there. “Please. Will you please fuck me?” or; steve and eddie start hooking up and it makes them both happier than it should. E rating; 6/6 chapters, 52k words major tags: college au; frat boy steve; gay steve; autistic steve; bdsm; some puppy play; smut

on AO3 // playlist // pinboard permanent taglist: @estrellami-1 @theplantscientist @spectrum-spectre @carlprocastinator1000 @starman-jpg @romantiklen @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme (comment to be added or removed!!)

#totally forgot to post about this on here so here are all six chapters <3 #it was originally five but then chapter five happened so #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #frat boy steve harrington

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

SKINNY DIPPING- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Frat! Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: you and the gang decide to have a little camping getaway before the summer 'officially' ends. what better way to end it then to go skinny dipping with your hot ass boyfriend?

Warnings: smut implied, teasing, skinny dipping/ nudity obs, swearing, biting, subtle dry humping, petnames, overall SUPER SUPER fluffy and sweet<3

Notes: this is my last 'summer' fic<33 i know the weathers getting a bit colder now, but its always time for skinny dipping hehe

xoxo -claire

It was faint, at first. A quiet, dull little hum- a pesky fly in your ear.

Pst. Psstt.

You groaned, still trending the waters of slumber as you swatted away at the noise, shooing it off so you could sleep.

Everything seemed louder when you were on the brink of consciousness, each noise seeming to rattle your eardrums. Even your own shallow breath was loud in your ears as you focused on it, now distinct from whatever dream you just had.

Pstttt.

Your hands felt up a blanket that had been draped across your body, tugging its warmth and fuzziness up to your shoulders to bury yourself.

Suddenly, a wetness was stuck on your skin, clinging to you neck. Your eyes shot open in a flash, the soft lighting of the lantern in the corner seeming to blind you as you took in your surroundings.

“Stevie? Did you just lick me?” you murmured sleepily, turning your body over to look up at the blonde golden retriever of a man leaning his head against his hand, a smile evident on his face.

“You weren't waking up.” he shrugged, as if licking you was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer. “So you decided to fucking lick me? You perv!” you groaned, swatting at him blindly as he laughed.

“Your perv tho angel face.” he smiled, fingers walking up your exposed shoulder peaking out from the blankets, kissing the spot gently.

“What time is it anyways?” you whispered, hand reaching out to grab your phone you had left somewhere beside you, squinting against the bright light of the two smiling faces that peered over at you.

Steve had taken your phone that day, snapping a photo of you mid laugh as you were sprawled on his chest, in his sweater he adored on you. You hated your laugh, but he made it look so beautiful in that photo.

He tended to do that with things, it seemed.

1:07am.

“When did I pass out?” you asked, flickers of the night coming back to you slowly. You were draped across Steve's lap at the bonfire, the smoke rising up among the trees to touch the shining stars above.

He was so warm, and smelt so comforting you had wanted nothing more than to pass out in his arms. It had appeared that you followed through with that plan, waking up in your shared tent, the fire now long put out.

“Few hours ago. I carried you back here and tucked my beautiful girl in because I didn't want Bucky and Sams pitiful jokes to wake you from your beauty sleep.”

“God bless.” you murmured softly making him chuckle as you snuggled back into his arm, tossing your phone back aside. You shut your eyes, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, his warmth providing heat like a furnace.

It was cold at night, but you weren't complaining. The summer this year had been constantly hot, each day feeling like you were gravitating closer and closer to the big ball of flames in the sky.

The only issue with the tent though, was when the morning came- it'd be weltering. Your throat would be dry and scratchy, the air stuffy as you'd squint against the light beating on the tarp, the bugs buzzing trying to get in through the closed zipper.

The joys of camping, you supposed.

“What are ya doin?” his gentle voice asked as you closed your eyes, bones like jelly as you felt yourself nearly slip back into slumber.

“Whatda mean what am I doing? Sleeping, obviously.” you mumbled, trying to discreetly sniff his cologne, its calming scent mixing with the smell of campfire smoke.

“No, no we’re going swimming silly. Remember?” he cooed, hand stroking small circles on your back, something he knew you adored.

“Don't pull that on me Rogers. We did not agree to go swimming at 1 in the morning.” you groaned, knowing you weren't getting out of this. You could try at least.

“I know we didn't, but I did. So… please?” You laughed, smacking him softly. “You're so good at convincing me baby. Please? That's it, that's your all?”

He sighed, a fake pout etched into his face. “Oh please my dear lady, may I have the pleasure of this swim?”

“Improvement.” you muttered, making him chuckle. “I don't have a bathing suit on my person, and I don't have the energy to look for one. It's dark, and it's cold and I’m tired.” you huffed, draping your body across his under the blankets you shared in an attempt to get him to stay on the comfort of your air mattress before it sank.

“Skinny dipping honey. You really think I’d want you to cover that beautiful body up? And we use body heat, stop your complaining.” he teased, planting kisses to your skin as you groaned.

You sat up, legs straddling his toned chest as the blanket fell around your thighs like a cloak, the cold air biting at you from the tent's thin walls. You shivered, goosebumps raising on your skin.

“Arms up.” he whispered, a sparkle in his eye. He had won, the bastard.

You stuck your tongue out at him, obeying as you lifted them, his helpful hands guiding (his) soft, football sweater- throwing it to the ground.

“Beautiful..” he murmured, mesmerized as he took you in like it was his first time seeing you. It never failed to make you giddy, excitement blossoming in your chest as it rose steadily.

Warmth sparked across your body as his fingers traced your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs toying with your nipples as you squirmed.

“Don't tease.” you groaned softly, not wanting to wake the neighboring tents.

“M’not teasing. I’m just enjoying.”

“Same thing Stevie.” you giggled, hips rolling against his as his hands gripped your hips, feeling his bulge through the pajama pants.

“Fuck if you keep doin that I’m not gonna be able to swim honeybuns.” he sighed, lower lip tucked between his teeth as you glided your fingertips against the ridges of his abs, his skin soft to the touch.

“That's my plan.” you smiled softly, squealing as he sat up suddenly, nipping at your arm. “Choose a backup one.”

You laughed, hand covering your mouth to stifle the noise as he swept you up in his arms, crouching and muttering complaints as he stumbled over various items scattered across the tent, his head bumping into the tarps ceiling.

It was getting harder and harder to hold back your giggles as he struggled to unzip the tent, playfully pinching you as you teased him. Finally, you gave in- helping him unzip the tent, the cold air hitting you like a freight train the second the door fluttered open.

“Stevie it's fucking cold!” you whined, clinging onto him even tighter.

“And you're hot.” he smirked, making his way around the now put-out fire and empty beer cans, the faint sound of Bucky and Sam's snores following the to of you as you made your way to the water.

“I hate you.”

”You love me.”

The two of you bickered as he carried you on the path through the forest, fireflies and the moonlight bursting through the clouds illuminating his way.

Twigs snapped under his feet, echoing against the trees as the little lake appeared in sight, the sound of frogs croaking drowning out his ample teasing.

“If you keep wiggling like that I’ll throw you in. You know I will.” he threatened, your sudden fear making you still in his arms as he finally set you down.

You crossed your arms, staring at your boyfriend as he motioned for you to remove your shorts. “Oh so now I gotta get naked first?! But this was your idea!” You snorted, gesturing the same motion to him.

“Your tops already off.” he tilted his head, getting more impatient by the minute. But he wouldn't let you win. Steve was stubborn like that sometimes.

Didn't mean you wouldn't try though.

“Yours is off too.”

“It was never on in the first place sweetcheeks.”

You sighed, closing your eyes in defeat as you started shimmying off your bottoms, the little warmth they provided to your thighs now gone as they hit the sandy beach floor.

He smiled, letting out a whistle. “Hot damn.”

“Its nothin you haven't seen before. Now get naked before I throw you in.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” he mock saluted, face stern and serious you couldn't help but giggle as he followed suit, stripping down to nothing. You noticed the goosebumps form on his skin, golden hair standing on edge as you neared him.

He was beautiful. So beautifully sculpted, like the god's had molded him from clay with their bare, angelic hands. He seemed to glow and shimmer, his aura warm and soothing as his large arms wrapped around you once more.

You would never get over how good it felt to have skin-to-skin contact with him. Something you never really received as a child. It was intimate and special, regardless of what you were doing.

“What's that look for?” he murmured gently, hand cupping your face as his thumb rubbed your cheek softly.

“What look?”

“The look you're giving me right now. Where you look like you're under a trance.” he smiled, thumb dragging across your bottom lip, giving it a little tug. “Cause I am. You're beautiful.” you confessed, still feeling a tinge of shyness creep up upon you despite dating him for years.

“Awh. Cute.”

A scream left your lips as you felt your body suddenly being tossed in the air like one of Steve's footballs at practice, soaring in the sky before the cold, frigid water hit your bare skin.

A chill seeped through your bones, freezing you as you blew bubbles out your nose to breathe, paddling to break the surface.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” you shrieked, sputtering on cold, bitter water as you wiped the wet hairs from your face. He laughed from his warmer, (and drier) spot upon shore, slowly making his way out in the water.

You watched his teeth clench the farther he made his way out to you, and you wanting nothing more than to dump him under just so he’d know how it'd feel.

“Yeah? It's fucking cold isn't it prick?” you raged, splashing the freezing water on him. “Alright alright I’m sorry! I’m so sorry honey.” he laughed, hands blocking his face from your angry splashes, scooping you up in his arms.

“You're so mean to me.” you whimpered, wrapping your body around his, lips moving against his neck. His chuckle shoke your body, making you hold onto him tighter, scoffing.

“I’m sorry for throwing you in okay? You can do whatever you want back to me.” he reassured, swaying you back and forth like a newborn babe in his arms, the water rippling in the moonlight with each movement.

You smirked at his words, tongue darting out to lick a droplet of water that dripped down from his soaked hair. “Did you just lick me?”

“Paybacks a bitch.” you sang, a purr rumbling in your throat as his hand caressed your lower back, rubbing it soothingly in patterns you could follow and trace in your mind.

His skin tasted sweet as you nibbled on it with teeth, the sounds of his breathing hitch and skip making you smirk.

“Do ya think anyone else is coming for a swim?” you asked, knowing your scream sent the birds flying from their nests, most likely waking the boys who were fast asleep in their tents when you left.

“Maybe. But I call digs on you if they do.” Steve replied, in his ever so teasing manner. “We should be okay though sweetheart. We’ll just stay quiet from now on- yea?”

You nodded in agreement, nails lingering on the water droplets. There was a heat rising to your belly, spreading through your veins as he held you, kissing your skin as you did to his.

His lips were soft and plump as they nuzzled your skin, a low moan leaving you as he nibble gently.

“Shhh. Quiet.” he whispered, the sounds of the toads removing their croaking, the crickets going back to their chirping filling the air once more.

Steve had carried you to where it was shallow enough for you to touch, toes brushing the cold, wet sand that darted between your toes as you sank onto its cushions. You slipped your hand down, dipping under the water to stroke his v line.

“Careful honey.” he groaned, knowing exactly where the gears in your head were turning.

You just smiled, glad you had decided to go swimming after all.

Very, very glad.

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