is so gentle and slow when you first fuck. you’re not like his previous hook ups, fast, short, unimportant. you’re something special, even at his age, even when he knows nothing about anything, steve harrington knows you’re special. he works you, gentle, his tongue making you see heaven more than once before even thinking about fucking you with his cock.
he’s been rutting into the mattress, because yeah, he doesn’t wanna hurt you, but he does wanna fuck you. every-time you moan his name in that way that only you ever have been able to, he needs you.
so he’s slow at first, taking his time to bottom inside of you. to groan and tell you just how damn good you are. but then, once he’s finally in? he’s enjoying himself. this is all this man has ever wanted. his girl, fitting him perfectly. and he’s going to fucking love every single moment of it.
for a ff written by me and @autywitty where its a st au where the older kids swap with the younger kids, what kind of character arcs would you guys want to see most?
summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈
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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room.
That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.
“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.
“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.
“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.
“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.
“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.
“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.
“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”
“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.
“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.
“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.
“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand.
“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.
“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.
You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.
As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.
It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.
You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.
Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy.
And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.
And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.
The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…
“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…
“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.
“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.
“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.
“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“
“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips.
“I-I wasn’t-“
“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.
“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.
“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.
“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.
Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.
“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.
“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.
“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.
“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.
“Why?” He asks breathlessly.
“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically
“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.
You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.
Here is the thing. Steve is aware that it was his fault. It was his fault for being so self-obsessed. It was his fault for being a bad boyfriend. It was his fault for ignoring his girlfriend when all she wanted to do was to talk with him. It was his fault for being a bad fucking person even though he told himself time and time again that he would finally change.
So he can't really fault Nancy for cheating on him. She found someone better - someone who didn't hurt others for fun, someone who understood her needs and could actually meet them, someone who actually deserved her. She simply had had enough brain to realize that - of course she had, nobody could say that Nancy Wheeler wasn't smart - and enough self-respect to take the opportunity when it arose. He couldn't be mad at her for that. Sure, it would've been nice of her to break up in a different way. Sooner, probably, and not drunk enough for her words to slur into each other. But he knows that he doesn't have any right to complain. It is what he deserves, after all.
Here is another thing Steve is aware of: the supernatural is real.
The discovery wasn't all too surprising, more like the confirmation of something he'd been too scared to properly acknowledge until he couldn't deny it anymore. Hawkins and the supernatural have been closely intertwined for as long as anyone can remember, and everyone who lives here has no choice but to be somewhat aware of it.
There are people who try to deny it, of course. The town has a horrifying history of buried disappearances and mangled unexplained corpses that nobody talks about. More often than not a case will run cold instead of being solved. Officially there are kidnappers and serial killers loose, but nobody searches too hard, and in the end it doesn't matter whether that truly is the case. After all, there is nothing the chief can do against the supernatural, even if he were to acknowledge it. Sometimes it's just easier to live in denial.
Most things are easy to ignore or to write off. A sudden epidemic of lost pens and books and loose change? Children are so irresponsible nowadays. When the same problem extends to locker doors and an entire statue? Well, if you live in Hawkins, you develop a talent for looking the other way.
Steve's parents are firm deniers of the supernatural. If they had spent more time with him, maybe he wouldn't believe in it either. But they didn't. Maybe they felt that there was something wrong - something other - in Hawkins, and they wanted to get as far away from it as possible. It is not like the reason matters. Fact is, Steve had always been on the fence when it comes to that kind of stuff and had decided early on that it's better to be safe than sorry. So he kept his ears open.
Rumor has it that if you step on the fourth step of the stairs near the art room you will be sent to another dimension. Welp, he is going to pay a bit closer attention to where he steps. The spirits of dead students will haunt you if you are in the school library at 23 o'clock. What can he say, he has never been much of a bookworm anyway. Worst case scenario, he slightly inconvenienced himself for nothing. Best case scenario...well.
He can't say he didn't feel a bit vindicated when he saw the monster attacking Nancy and Jonathan.
But the supernatural is insatiable and greedy. Once you have stepped into its grasp, it does not want to let you go. That was when Steve had understood that the denial was a safety mechanism, that sometimes it is better for you and everyone around you if you just don't look too close. Unfortunately it was way too late for him by the time he had had that particular realization.
But still, he tried. Fuck had he tried. He was even more overly cautious of where he stepped and he still refused to go to the school library no matter the time and he still always kept an ear out for any new rumors that might arise. And yet he always managed to become entangled in one thing or another. A week where he doesn't step foot into the netherworld (or upside-down, as the kids call it) is rarer than ones he does, and as soon as he saw his first supernatural creature they suddenly were everywhere. It is kind of horrifying how many live amongst them without anyone noticing.
And now, here he is. Actively seeking out the supernatural. On his own. He didn't even tell anyone so they know to send backup if he doesn't return. If this is where he dies, there is nobody else to blame.
He probably would feel disappointed in himself if he was able to feel anything at all at the moment. This truly would be a very stupid and very preventable way to die. As things are, he doesn't feel anything at all as he makes sure nobody can see him. Neither as he enters the old girls bathroom with the mold everyone does their best to avoid. He also doesn't feel anything as the creaking door of the last stall falls closed behind him, or when he calls for the spirit. He doesn't even feel anything when the spirit doesn't respond and he is just a desperate boy standing around in a moldy female bathroom.
He does feel something when a cold hand suddenly appears on his shoulder.
Here is the thing about humans. They can get used to anything, no matter how ludicrous, if only it happens often enough. Had this been his first brush with the supernatural, he probably would've screamed. Had this only been his second or third time, he probably wouldn't be calm enough to really take in the hand that suddenly materialized behind him. He probably wouldn't have noticed all the rings adorning those slender fingers, as there isn't a difference in temperature between the cold skin and the cold metal. He probably wouldn't have seen that the black nails were only painted and were lightly chipped at places. He probably wouldn't have taken a second to admire how elegant and slender the hand is.
Admittedly, even he is a bit taken aback when he actually turns around. And here he thought he'd seen it all.
"Look, no offence, but aren't you like....supposed to be a girl?"
The spirit, who despite the long hair and bold black makeup is definitely not a girl, seems annoyed with him. It would've been more terrifying if Steve hadn't had multiple spirits try to kill him and come disturbingly close to it before.
"Hey, I'm not the only one who shouldn't be in the girls' bathroom right now, so like, shut the fuck up."
Steve sighs. Perverted and rude. What a fucking jackpot.
"Okay, look. Clearly we both are feeling weird about being here." Even though this is apparently your chosen resting place, he doesn't add. He does still need a favor from the guy. "So like, could we maybe continue this conversation in the hallway? Or at least in the boys' bathroom? I do admittedly feel a bit better at not being the only boy in the female bathroom, but it's still kind of, well... weird, ya know?"
Without a word the ghost turns around floats through the door. Steve takes that as his sign to follow him. The ghost doesn't talk and it takes him some time to realize where the other is leading him. The library. How long has it been since he last was here?
He doesn't know if it is abnormal for the library to be completely empty at this time of the day, but he will probably feel safer if he doesn't ask.
"You aren't a very good little student, you know?"
Steve is growing consistently more concerned. The rumors talked about a girl. Not a boy that can magically know your grades. Oh god, maybe he wanted to take him here so he could force him to study. Now that would be a true nightmare.
"No, I don't mean it like that, oh my god. But it makes sense, I guess. You are already pretty and brave, it would be unfair if you were smart, too-"
"Hey!"
"No. I meant that normally when a student succesfully summons me and I deem them worthy enough to be blessed by my presence."
And what a fucking blessing that is.
"They get so scared they run away before they even can make their wish. I'm pretty sure this is the most chill conversation I have ever had with another living person."
"That includes the time you were alive, too?"
"Ha ha ha, very funny. So, what is your wish, my knight in shining armor? Remembering that flattery will get you very far."
Steve can feel the way his face falls in on itself when he remembers the entire reason for this foolhardy plan. This spirit in front of him is so different from any other supernatural being he's met before, much less bloodthirsty or malicous. It's stupid, but for a moment he almost thought they could maybe be...friends. Which is such a dumb thought and definitely way more unrealistic than ghosts. Evidence A, the of yet unnamed ghost floating right in front of him.
"Hey, what is actually your name?"
"That your wish?"
"I- No?! Why would I call upon a wish-granting spirit only to wish to know her- his name and then never talk to him again?!"
"You never want to see me again? Now that's rude. How 'bout that: tell me your name first"
"I asked first"
"YOU are the one who wants something from ME, sweetie. I don't think you are the one with the upper hand in this situation"
Steve sighs. As much as he wants to deny it, the unnamed spirit in front of him is telling the truth. (He ignores the shiver down his spine at the pet name. Nancy had never been a fan of those.) "Steve. Steve Harrington."
"Steve Harrington." The spirit takes his time, savoring every syllable. "If that isn't the fucking most suburban-conservative-little-town-in-the-Midwest name I've ever heard. Well Stevie, you may call me Hanako"
"But Hanako is your title. Not your name."
"That is indeed the truth, darling. You really shouldn't undersell your intelligence like that-"
"I fucking didn't, you just assumed-"
"you are the first one to actually realize that. Unfortunately for you, you haven't unlocked this information yet-"
"like some fucking nerd game?!"
"OR told me your wish. Which is why you are here. Which is why everyone is here, even if you were much better at smalltalk than most. So? I'm all ears for you, big boy."
And now that the time has finally come - with surprisingly little bloodshed or near-death-events, even - his throat closes up. He knows he wants to do it. Needs to do it. He knows that it isn't fair, that it is a just punishment he should shoulder like a man, that he deserves every drop of pain and regret and more, that making a deal with the supernatural always has a price. But the thought of continuing to live with this numbness weighting him down doesn't seem feasible.
He tries to tell himself that it isn't so bad. After all, it's not like he is doing anything to Nancy or Jonathan. Hell, this would actually somewhat help them.
But it is a scary thought. Loving Nancy has become so ingrained into his DNA, he can't imagine who he will become without it. Isn't even sure if he wants to know this Steve.
Still. The choice to search out a supernatural being on his own was not one he had taken lightly, and now it is too late to turn back anyway.
"I- I want to stop having feelings for Nancy."
"...Nancy being?"
"My girlf-, my ex-girlfriend." Silence. "She, she found someone better than me. Someone who actually deserves her. I just...need a bit of help to move on."
"And...you are sure you don't want to make this Nancy just fall in love with you instead? That is what most people ask for, you know?"
"She gave me way too many speeches about feminism and agency for me to ever do this to her. I...I already messed up enough. Already made her suffer enough. More than enough. She and Jonathan...yeah. I don't think she's ever looked at me the way she looks at him. The way I still look at her. So. Uhm please? Your hair is very...very...wavy. Like, good wavey."
More silence. Steve needs to force himself not to open his mouth again. Maybe his heart wrenching speech just needs a bit more time to settle in.
"I am a bit disappointed, you know?"
"Excuse me?!" He crosses his arms and can almost physically feel himself slipping into babysitter-mode "And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?"
"I mean that every-fucking-time someone calls me it's because of some stupid love shit, yanno? It gets kind of boring. You were the first one who actually bothered with some small talk so i was just hoping for something more interesting I guess. Like, just throwing some ideas out there, have you ever thought about world domination? Like, I didn't really have the time of my life here - pun intended. And I think it would be really fun. Soooo....how about it?"
"Soooo....how about no?"
"Not even if you can take this Nancy as your badass feminist queen and I allow her to be part of our awesome world-dominating partnership? Or well, trio in this case. That Jonathan dude can come, too, if he insists."
Steve does not deem this outlandish suggestion with an answer. Hanako sighs and looks so much like a kicked puppy that Steve almost feels bad for not attempting world domination with him.
"Okay. Look. Can I tell you a secret?"
He raises a brow. "Can I stop you?"
Hanako also tries to raise only one brow and fails. Steve graciously let's it go - he is kind of dependent on the guy right now, no matter how ridiculous he is being.
"You are my favorite so far, okay."
"Aw. I thought spirits weren't supposed to have one favorite victim?"
"Thin fucking ice, Harrington. Just- listen to me when I say that love isn't worth it. Feelings are either fabricated and can never be as genuine as the real deal, or they just go away on their own. Time heals all wounds or whatever", he looks down at his own half-transparent hands. "Or, well, most wounds."
He looks back up and stares Steve directly into the eyes. And like, he knew that Hanako's eyes were brown. But damn were they brown. And warm. And big. If you were to look up "doe-eyed" in the dictionary, the definition would be a photo of the look the guy is giving him right now. Almost makes him reconsider the world-domination idea.
"Deals with the supernatural always have a price. Are you completely and a hundred percent sure that it's worth it?"
And Steve stops. He knew how dangerous the supernatural could be, had seen the ridiculous prizes people paid. How the other side twisted and turned their pleas and wishes just so they could laugh at those stupid and desperate enough to ask for powers beyond their control. He thought that he had made peace with it, thought he had been ready to pay whatever Hanako demanded from him. But now that the spirit himself is warning him...
"It may seem like life or death right now, but it always does in the moment"
And Steve sighs. He knows what the right thing to do is and he knows it would be more than stupid not to take this surprisingly friendly spirit on his chance to walk away.
But he already knew that before he went to the bathroom stall. And it hurts so fucking bad sometimes the weight on his chest makes it hard to breathe.
"What-"he licks his lips, hates how his voice breaks, "What would you suggest instead?"
"Have you already tried watching stupid romcons while consuming a concerning amount of ice cream?
teen and up audiences | 21k | breakfast club au | wip |
Steve nearly convinced himself it couldn’t be that bad when noise erupted from his left, head snapping up to watch a van tearing up the road. Tires squealing, music blaring loud enough to make Steve flinch, the van came to a lurching halt halfway across the empty lot. He knew that van. Everyone in Hawkins High knew that van. And the entire police force, for that matter, considering what its owner got up to in his free time, not that Steve gave much of a shit about that kind of thing.
And there- Steve's gut churned as the mane of curly brown hair emerged from the drivers side, Eddie Munson's own aura of noise filling the space his excessive music had left behind. Steve didn’t understand how one person could make so much of it by just existing , his ringed fingers always tapping against the chain at the hip of his impossibly tight jeans and the loud slapping of his raggedy white (though, white was a bit of a stretch) sneakers down the halls, the pins on his denim vest clinking together as he inevitably made a scene or the never-ending humming when he didn’t. Steve couldn’t stand it.
Or: The Breakfast Club fruity four + Dustin Henderson AU no one asked for
Roll For Initiative - Words: 5076 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
Eddie writes an NPC into his summer campaign when Gareth fucks off a week before it's supposed to start and he realizes all his bosses are too overpowered. If he modeled the whole damn character after his best friend/current crush/future heartache Steve Harrington that's his business.
Feat: The Party, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, handwavey D&D mechanics, references to Eddie as Kas the Betrayer
He nearly gets away with it, is the thing. Three sessions in and the kids haven’t realized the BBEG isn’t the tarnished knight with the swooping hair and the stupid dad jokes they groan at every time. They still think the wizard leading them towards imminent destruction is on their side, and as his reluctant hero of an NPC warns them to be wary even Will the Wise rolls his eyes and misses the opportunity for a perception check that barring a Nat 1 would have, at the very least, told them that one of them wasn’t to be trusted.
He’s not even trying that hard to hide the incredibly obvious parallels – the courtship the knight had once had with the sister of Wheeler’s paladin, the reluctant way he continuously steps in when the party gets themselves into a hairy situation, the incredibly obvious boner Eddie has for this stupid character he’s created solely for the purpose of a reveal he both does and does not want them to discover early on.
falling in love in reverse - Words: 3702 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
Steve Harrington spent over three months trapped in a time loop trying to save Eddie Munson's life. Now every time he looks at Eddie, Eddie is desperate to know what the fuck happened to make Steve look at him like he hung the moon and the stars.
“Did you, uh… did you sing to me, once?” Eddie asks, sitting on the hood of Steve’s car and staring up at the sky so he doesn’t have to pretend he isn’t desperate for everything promised in the eyes that haven’t left Eddie since Eddie woke up in that hospital bed.
It’s just –Time loops, and the King of Hawkins High going back over and over and over again just to stop Eddie Munson from dying, and –
“Fuck,” Steve says, and Eddie doesn’t remember, but there’s a song that won’t leave his head, and the voice is soft and warm just like the way Steve smiles at him and – “I didn’t think you remembered any of it.”
35. live like there's no tomorrow - Words: 2105 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature
follow up to falling in love in reverse
He recalls broken fractals of time, on occasion – when Steve runs a hand through his hair, or digs his teeth into Eddie’s hipbone, or when Eddie catches a glimpse of him pouring coffee into one of Wayne’s novelty mugs. They’re not memories, not quite, because Eddie never lived them – they died with the Eddie who died each night, but somehow Eddie-97 has them stored somewhere in the depths of his brain and sometimes they leak out.
The faucet drip, drip, drips, vague flashes of not-memory, and he’s glad, actually, that he fell in love with Steve in the right-side up, because now the not-memories are a balm, a reminder, a glimpse into all the idiosyncrasies that Steve fell for.
**Added 8.14.22**
7. nothing here is promised - Words: 2260 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
follow up to falling in reverse
The fact of the matter is, no version of Eddie Munson ever had more than a few days with Steve Harrington, and most of that time was spent running for their goddamn lives. The fact of the matter is Eddie on the worst day of his life wasn’t a man Eddie was sure he could replicate outside of those loops, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand how Steve had fallen, why he’d decided to keep at it, what he expected out of Eddie now that the loops were done and they were all alive.
**Added 8.14.22**
11. tell me when to start - Words: 3465 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
follow up to falling in reverse
"You wanna talk about it?"
“I don’t really know where to start,” Steve tells her, and she nods against his shoulder.
“Twenty questions?”
It’s a stupid game, but when the words don’t come it’s a good way to ground them, a good place to start, so Steve nods his head and releases a shuddering breath.
“How many loops?”
“Shit,” Steve says.
***Added 8.21.22***
27. tell me what you like - Words: 2372 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature
follow up to falling in reverse
Eddie’s spent a month trying to wheedle a fucking hobby out of Steve, so Steve doesn’t misinterpret the question – whines, a bit, closes his eyes against Eddie’s focused gaze, thrusts his hips up looking for friction, and Eddie uses his free hand to shove Steve back to the mattress. They’ve played a version of this game before, but it’d taken Eddie far too long to realize he could use this particular brand of people-pleasing-Steve to edge a fucking personal interest out of Steve.
Dying sucks, is the thing. He’s not dead, had never been dead, not really, but there were ninety-six times he sort of did die, and every memory of it makes him achingly aware of how much he wants to live, reminds him of all the reckless risks he’d taken in his life before Chrissy Cunningham died on the ceiling of his trailer.
Cold fingers snag against his own and Eddie sighs, twists himself and curls his legs under him so that he’s facing Steve, criss cross applesauce on the bed with Steve blinking blearily up at him.
***Added 8.21.22***
2. all of this has happened before (all of this will happen again) - Words: 2835 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
follow up to falling in reverse
"Was there a question in that ramble?"
"Fuck you, too, Harrington." Eddie blinks, the edges of a mercurial thought picking at the dark corner of his mind, and slides a contemplative look Steve's way. "Steve." It gets him a pleased hum from low in Steve's throat.
"I don't wanna say the words, yet," Steve says, and it sticks in Eddie's throat, the acknowledgement that everything Steve's been dropping, Eddie has already picked up on. And Steve knows it. Which. Sure, yeah. Steve isn't exactly the most subtle person in the whole world, and Eddie is the opposite of subtle. "Besides, I remember you saying something about already being six miles in. That's double what you never ran for Coach. I'm optimistic about my chances."
*Added 8.9.22*
introduced me to my mind - Words: 16033 Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Teen and Up
The fall of '86, Eddie packed his shit in his van and left Hawkins behind. There's a list of reasons why - the government hack job of a cover-up splitting the town into wide eyed admirers and pitchfork critics - the diploma burning a hole in his pocket - the itch for somewhere he can meet likeminded people other than Robin Buckley. And Steve. He'd be lying if he told anyone the biggest reason he left wasn't Steve goddamn Harrington.
“Eddie,” Wayne says, and Eddie fights the urge to scream, or laugh, or cry.
“I’m not running,” Eddie tells him, even though that is a fucking lie.
“You should call him more,” Wayne says, and Eddie rubs the meat of his palm into his eyeballs until he sees stars. Doesn’t think about what ‘call him more’ means in context – do they talk about him?
i used to - Words: 4526 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
follow up to introduced me to my mind
The summer of '92, Tommy Hagan runs into an old friend.
“Shit, sorry!” the kid says, skidding comically to a halt as Tommy goes crashing into the side of the truck bed.
“For fucks sake, Henderson, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Tommy lets the kid pull him up, still muttering apologies as the strangely familiar voice of the interloper nears, still yelling.
“Harrington?” Tommy says when he finally rights himself, and Tommy’s pretty sure he knocked his head but it sure as shit looks like Steve Harrington – in essentials, at least. He’s grown his hair out, and dropped the hairspray routine, but the acne scars and the broken line of his nose and edges of his frown are familiar. He looks like he still works out, and Tommy unconsciously sucks in his gut. Fuck, he should probably hit the gym this summer instead of lazing on the lawn drinking his weight in beer.
*Added 8.9.22*
strangers with memories - Words: 3438 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Gen
follow up to introduced me to my mind
She’s two weeks into the routine when she happens to see a familiar figure cutting across the strip mall across the street. Wide shoulders, wiry arms, that tapered waist and the nonexistent ass, he’s gesturing and throwing his head back to talk to someone behind him and Carol forgets, for a moment, that she stopped talking to Steve Harrington long before high school was over.
He looks good. He looks happy. He looks like exactly the type of distraction that could fill the last three weeks of her summer vacation. Of all the townies she might consider hooking up with to fill the time, Steve Harrington is the least embarrassing.
Carol Perkins is stuck in Hawkins the summer after college.
**Added 8.14.22**
several ways - Words: 2649 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
follow up to introduced me to my mind
There’s a clear delineation between those attending on behalf of the publisher and those attending on behalf of Will Byers, so she supposes it’s divine intervention that she even notices Wayne Munson when she steps outside for a cigarette.
He’s in a button up and a pair of well tailored slacks, a tie loose around his neck an a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned against the rail of the balcony watching the cars drive by below. She watches the play of the twinkling Christmas lights blinking on and off across the street flash across his face, and thinks about turning around and leaving.
She’s met him three times, none of them pleasant encounters, and she can’t imagine he has anything more to say to her than she does him.
She’s still deciding when he turns his head to look at her – unsurprised, like he’d noticed her at some point during the evening already. “He doesn’t know you’re here,” he says, taking another drag. “If that piece of shit husband of yours is with you, best keep it that way.”
At an event celebrating the ten year anniversary of a book she's never heard of, Steve Harrington's mother catches a brief glimpse of the family he's made for himself.
don't go on the patio (beware of the pool) - Words: 3970 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up
Robin gets a front row seat to the Steve and Eddie experience and works through a few hang ups of her own in the process.
“Hey, what is it called if I like people without boobies?” And that is – well that’s just not fair, is it? Because Robin had spent years fighting herself about it before she was willing to even entertain the idea that she was super not into boys, and even now she panics if some one so much as hints about a predilection that might not be super straight, and Steve is just looking at her with earnest eyes like one cuddle with a dude while some shirtless actor on the TV beat some commies up is all it took for him to come to terms with his sexuality and how is that fair?
“Do you want to tell me something?”
“Yeah, but answer the question first.”
summary | so like eddie smut where he tells the m reader that hed look really good in a skirt and the reader is like psh no yeah right i could never and theyre kinda being jokey about it but then later the reader surprises eddie in his trailer wearing a skirt and fishnets and he gets super horny and fucks him within an inch of his life? i just think it would be really good okay...
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You hummed quietly to the song playing over the loudspeakers. The gentle clang of the hangers on the rack was somewhat melodic as you sifted through the clothes, trying to find something that fit your taste. Most of the jeans were obnoxiously blue, but you kept looking in case something caught your eye.
There was a nice pair that looked like they’d fit comfortably, and a major plus, they weren’t that incredibly saturated blue like the rest of the items on the rack. You pulled them out and draped them over your arms but continued looking in case there would be another pair you liked.
As you pushed aside another hanger of blue jeans, you paused at what was behind them. A black skirt hidden in the men’s section. You wondered how it got there. Maybe a girl asked her boyfriend to buy it for her but he said no and didn’t feel like taking it back. You pulled it out, you weren’t even sure why. You could’ve just ignored it, but something in your brain told you to look at it closer.
“Ooh, I bet your girlfriend will look great in that!” A store worker said from behind you. You jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to see you. But why was your heart still beating so fast, as if you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to?
“Oh, y-yeah. I’m sure she will.” You replied with an awkward smile.
“You should get it for her!” She said before walking away. You should’ve put it back, knowing full well you had no girlfriend to give it to. But you couldn’t stop staring.
“Woah, a skirt (Y/n)? That’s out of character.” Your boyfriend said with a smirk. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.
“Yeah right. There’s no way I’m buying this thing.” You replied.
“Aw really? Not even for me?” He asked, holding his hand over his heart and making those puppy dog eyes that he knew chipped at your willpower. You shook your head and hung the skirt back up.
“No way. I’m a dude. Dudes don’t wear skirts, Eddie.”
“Maybe not lame ones. Honestly, though, it would look great on you.” He replied as he leaned on the rack.
“In your dreams Munson.” You said as you started to walk further down the aisle.
“Oh trust me, it will be.”
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You paced the floor of your room, biting your cuticles to preoccupy yourself. Why were you still thinking about that damn skirt? It didn’t make any sense. You didn’t wear skirts, you didn’t like wearing skirts, the thought of wearing one never even crossed your mind. But this one… it was like the minute you set your sights on it, it crawled into your head and kept itself there. Sunk its claws into your brain and stayed attached for dear life, like a parasite.
Sure, you might’ve been overreacting, it was just a skirt after all, but it was starting to annoy you. It kept popping back up whenever you’d least expect it. Thinking about putting it on, the soft fabric against your legs and hips. You were romanticizing it.
It didn’t help that Eddie kept pestering you about it. He was constantly telling you how hot it would be if you wore a skirt. He said he didn’t mind, and you would be desirable in anything, but you could tell he wanted to see you in the damn thing. It didn’t surprise you of course. People often want what they can’t have, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t starting to sway you.
You looked out your bedroom window at your car, then at the phone sitting by your bed. You gnawed on your cuticle a bit harder. You weren’t actually going through with this, were you?
You picked the phone up, hesitating only once. You dialed the number you knew by heart, half of you praying that he wouldn’t be home to answer. It rang once, then twice, then— he picked up.
“Hello?”
“What are you up to?” You asked with bated breath.
“I was just about to walk out the door when you called. I need to run a few errands.” He replied. You bit your lip.
“How long will you take?”
“Mmm. Probably an hour tops, why?”
“I wanted to see you today, I miss you.”
“Alright, I can swing by your place to pick you up before I-“
“You can’t. I-I haven’t showered yet. I’ll just be there when you get home. I still have my key.” You replied. You could hear him laugh.
“Alright. I’ll see you soon then.” He said. You wished him goodbye before hanging up. You sat on your bed, still nervously biting your cuticles. You were really gonna do this, huh?
>><<
Your hands shook as they smoothed over the surface. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. It was just a skirt. A skirt that you knew he liked. But still, your heart thumped in your throat all the same.
You looked in the full-length mirror. You liked the way it fit you. You liked the whole outfit. One of Eddie’s cropped Megadeth shirts, the black skirt that was just slightly too short, and nothing but fishnets underneath, a touch you were sure he’d enjoy. You were surprised by how much you enjoyed it.
“Sweetheart? Where are you?” You heard Eddie call from the living room. He was already home. Shit. You thought you had more time to psych yourself up.
“I-In here.” You called out. Your voice was high-pitched from your nervousness and you felt like your heart was lodged in your throat.
You faced the door as you heard his footsteps approaching. You wrung your hands together, doing your best to keep yourself from throwing up. You saw the doorknob turn, and he was in the doorway before you could process it.
He stopped. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead, he just stared, slack-jawed and speechless. You bit your lip and covered your exposed abdomen with your arms.
“H-Hi…” You mumbled. He took a step into the room.
“Did you-“
“Yes. I went back and bought the skirt. Y-You kept nagging about it and it was starting to get on my nerves so I just bought it to shut you up because I know you like it. You do like it, right?” You asked, making eye contact for the first time. He approached you and moved your arms so he could place his hands on your waist.
“Of course I like it. You look… wow.” He pulls you close to his body, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against you. If you doubted him at all, that certainly reassured you.
“My shirt… The fishnets… You went all out for me? Didn’t you?” He asked, leaning over and slowly beginning to kiss your neck. You whimpered and nodded.
“I wanted you to enjoy it. T-To enjoy me.” You whispered. He laughed a quiet, low laugh that sent shivers down your spine.
“Oh, this is just the beginning of my enjoyment of you. I’m gonna enjoy you all night long sweetheart.” He replied, biting your neck. You moaned quietly as his hands now began to trail under your skirt.
“Do my hands deceive me? Nothing underneath the fishnets?” He asked. Your embarrassment grew tenfold as you looked away.
“Tsk tsk tsk. When did my boyfriend become such a slut? Or is this just for me?” He asks.
“It’s just for you…” You whispered.
“Hm? I didn’t quite catch that. Say it a bit louder.”
“It’s just for you Eddie.” You say, much louder than before. He smirked and grabbed your ass.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He replied. He kneeled before you and kissed the lower half of your thigh. You covered your mouth and looked away, too embarrassed to keep looking at him.
He trailed his kisses up your thigh, biting occasionally until he reached your hips. His hands crept under your skirt and you could feel them hovering right between your legs. You heard a tear and inhaled went you felt his hand graze your bare cock.
“Eddie! Did you tear my fishnets?” You asked, looking down at his smirk-ridden face.
“I didn’t want you to take them off but I still needed access. I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry.” He replied. You were going to scold him more, but your words were cut off with a gasp as he lifted your skirt and ran his tongue along the underside of your cock.
His breath was hot as his tongue continued to tease you with no mercy. Licking circles around your cockhead and pressing kisses along the shaft, but never putting you in his mouth fully.
“Eddie please.” You whined.
“Please what?” He asked.
“M-More. I need more.” You breathed out. He pulled his head out from under your skirt, a smirk still plastered on his face.
“Oh, I’ll give you more baby.” He replied as he stood up. You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned you around. Your eyes widened as you saw yourself in the mirror. What was he thinking?
His hands burned hot against your waist, pulling your backside close to him. You whimpered, feeling his clothed cock press against you and only flustering you further. He kissed your neck before pulling away. You would’ve protested had you not recognized the sound of him pulling off his pants. You bit your lip and reached to pull down your skirt, but were stopped by Eddie’s hands on yours.
“Don’t. I want you to watch me fuck you in that skirt.” He said. You sputtered out a noise of surprise and felt yourself get harder just from his words.
“Sit down.” He demanded. You swallowed and did as you were told, gently kneeling so you were at his level. He pushed your back down so your ass was on full display for him.
“Eyes on the mirror sweetheart.” He said. You bit your lip and nodded, looking into the mirror. Your hair was unkempt and you looked like a mess, but you fixed your eyes on him.
He brought two fingers to his lips, coating them in his saliva. He pressed them to your entrance and you shuddered. He licks his lips before pushing them inside of you. You close your eyes in pain, balling up your fists to distract yourself.
He worked his fingers in and out, stretching your walls so you’d be able to take him. The pain slowly faded into pleasure and you began to moan quietly. His pace started to pick up and you began to drool from the feeling, but all too soon he pulled them out. You whined but stopped when he pulled you onto his lap. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling his cock nested between your thighs.
He lifted your hips and pressed his head against your entrance, practically teasing you. It didn’t take long for him to push it inside, groaning as your tight walls enveloped him. He pushed in further and further until he was finally completely bottomed out inside of you.
“Fucking hell. You take my cock so good baby.” He groaned. You whimpered as he hooked his arms under your knees. You made a noise of confusion but it quickly turned into a loud moan as he lifted you off the ground. His arms were locked under your knees, his cock reaching much further than before.
“Like that sweetheart? Look in the mirror. I told you, I want you to watch while I fuck you. If I see you looking away, I’ll stop, got it?” He asked. You nodded furiously, begging for him to move.
He pulled you up and thrust his hips at the same time. The feeling of his cock pounding inside you made you moan loudly. You’d never felt his dick this deep inside you, and it was making you go crazy. Drool trickled down the corner of your mouth as you could barely string together a coherent string of words to form a thought, let alone a sentence.
“You look so pretty in the mirror baby. So pretty taking my cock. My pretty boy.” He whispered in your ear. You whimpered, feeling him fuck his cock into your prostate.
“Ohhh, that’s it isn’t it baby? That’s the spot that makes you so fucking tight around me. Fuck yes.” He groaned out.
Your eyes were drowsy, but knowing he’d stop if you looked away, you kept them on the mirror. You watched his cock pop in and out of your ass, your own cock bouncing as he fucked you senselessly. The sight of it seemed to bring you even closer to orgasm.
“Yeah baby, that’s it. Watch me as I make you cum in your pretty little skirt. The skirt you’re wearing for who?”
“Y-You.”
“Say my name.”
“Eddie.” You moan out. He pounds his cock into your prostate even harder.
“Again!” He moans. You open your mouth but can’t speak. Your orgasm is creeping up on you and all you can do is moan and gasp. Finally, with one final thrust, you’re sent over the edge.
“Eddie~” You yell, your body shaking as strings of cum shoot out of your cockhead. The sight in the mirror brings Eddie to his own orgasm, his hips sputtering as he cums deep inside you. You pant and moan at the feeling, leaning your head back into his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.
