#eddie x steve x reader

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨) 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader, possible eddie munson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a secret. that secret has been shared with only two people - your diary and your best friend, just not the one it’s about. but what happens when your secret isn’t so secret anymore?

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: wheeler!reader, angst, so much drama, special appearance: eddie, we do not like carol or tommy in this fic, possibly unrequited love (sorry y’all)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k (4343)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: requested by anon a few months back. the request originally asked for byers!reader but i saw nancy and thought they asked for wheeler!reader. i had written 3000 words exactly, and the thought of changing it gave me serious writer’s block. nevertheless, here it is. very plot heavy bc i wanted to show reader and steve’s relationship. enjoy!

p.s. check out my writing here and my other steve story: dancing’s not a crime here

Being a Wheeler is a heck of a job. 

As the second oldest of four children, you don’t know whether to consider yourself the middle child or the outcast. You’ll go with the latter. After all, much to your mother’s chagrin, those are the types of people you spend most of your time with.

The only exception is the one and only Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle the two of you even became friends. But all thanks to your chemistry teacher, who thought the two of you would be a perfect pair, or at least, she only paired you two together because Steve was goofing around, and you were adamant about working alone.

Either way, since then, you and Steve have become best buds. Such an unlikely pair turned heads and brought about glares and eye rolls. But, being who you are and given that your best friend is Eddie Munson, the looks and whispers don’t phase you.

Your life is going well. Your grades are improving - you only get the occasional B, which is great because now your mom is off your case. You’re closer to your little brother, which is a feat because he and his friends are rowdy. And you have two incredible best friends who annoy the crap out of you. Other than that, you have no issues.

Actually, you do have an issue. Your issue is currently climbing through your bedroom window.

You lazily watch as Steve clambers into your room. His movements are clumsy and all over the place. If your record player played a quieter track, he’d give himself away.

Once he rights himself, he gives you a wide grin, and you make a point to blink at him, a silent communication of ‘what the hell’?

Steve heads over to your vanity, one that has papers and books haphazardly scattered across it. He bends down to check out his hair, shaping it together as if the tons of Farrah Fawcett hairspray he uses isn’t damn near gluing the strands together.

“Hello to you too, Harrington. What a joy it is to see you tonight.” Your tone is about as dry as burnt toast, prompting Steve to look at your unamused expression through the mirror.

“You’re pissed…” The way he tests the words indicates that he isn’t sure why you’re looking at him the way you are. You huff, nodding in response.

“Why are you even here?”

“Uh…” Steve finally turns away from the mirror to properly look at you. While you seem pissed off, he’s known you long enough to know it’s something else. “What, can’t see my favorite girl?”

“No, Steve, you can’t because you’re always here for Nancy!”

His mouth falls open at your words, making you regret airing your grievances. That’s until he smiles all lopsided-like, and your heart betrays you by beating a little faster than it should.

“You jealous or something?”

Your eye twitches, and you sigh as you fall back on your bed. “You’re awful, you know?” You hear a laugh, and your heart pitter-patters again, betraying you. “And I’m not ‘jealous or something’.” You make your voice octaves deeper to mimic him. “I’m just annoyed.”

The bed dips when Steve joins you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You don’t look convinced, and he nudges you. “I’m serious. I might be dating your sister, but you’re still my favorite Wheeler.”

“Whatever. I still don’t believe you. But go before Nancy has a fit.”

“Fine, fine. Rush me, why don’t you?” He hovers by your door, listening to ensure the coast is clear. Before he heads out, he winks at you, giving one of his signature charming grins. “See you later, Wheeler.”

You can’t stop a grin of your own from emerging as you raise a hand as if you’re going to wave. Instead, you flip the bird, “Get out, Harrington.”

Once he leaves, you grab a pillow, burying your face inside to scream. Of all people, why do you have a crush on him? That’s a question answered when you pull out your diary, writing down the feelings you’ll never confess.

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Though Steve hadn’t said he’d spend more time with you, he did make an effort. He even went as far as joining you and your friends instead of his own for lunch.

You’re having a conversation with Steve when someone calls him over. Annoyance tugs at you, but before Steve goes, he makes a point to salute you. The simple gesture makes you smile like a schoolgirl, and Eddie quickly calls you out.

“This is sickening to watch.” The brunet pretends to vomit, covering his eyes like a distressed maiden.

Your smile quickly wipes away as you roll your eyes, tossing a grape at Eddie, who somehow manages to catch it in his mouth - the lucky bastard.

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re in love with-” Before he can finish his sentence, you slap your hands over his mouth, shushing. 

“-Be quiet!”

Eddie peels your hands off him, rolling his lips to prevent his laughter from escaping. “I wasn’t going to say you know who’s name. No need to attack me.”

“Yet, for some reason, I don’t believe you.”

Eddie starts chuckling at your tone, and you swat at him, laughter bubbling in your chest. “Stop laughing, you ass.”

From afar, Steve watches the two of you laugh. He’s trying to figure out why his chest feels tight when Carol waves her hand to get his attention.

He directs his gaze to the ginger, who smacks her gum loudly. “What is up with you and those Wheelers? First, you’re friends with one. And now, you’re dating one.”

Tommy chimes in, “Yeah, man. Still can’t believe your friends with that freak.”

Steve isn’t able to defend himself when Carol interrupts. “Tommy’s right, Steve. Nancy was already a stretch, but that freak-” She smacks her gum again, nodding her head over to you. “-she’s a basketcase.”

Now, Steve is used to his friends and their judgmental ways. And, though he has a long way to go, he can acknowledge that he’s changed from the ignorant guy who picked on anyone who wasn’t cool enough. Part of - no - a good majority of that change is thanks to one person - you. So, hearing his assholes of friends calling you a freak and making it seem like being around you is hell on Earth riles him up all the wrong ways.

“Shut the hell up.” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms. He looks over at you, and you’re gesticulating as you recount a story to your friends. Steve’s reminded of how amazing you are as they smile and laugh.

“You assholes don’t even know the first thing about her. She’s the best damn person I’ve ever met, and she’s leagues better than both of you without feeling the need to tear down everybody else that breathes.”

Steve turns back to Tommy and Carol, his harsh glare rivaling their shocked expressions. All Carol can do is slowly chew her gum, looking around as if waiting for someone to snap Steve back to his old self.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. You can plan the goddamn party on your own.” With that, Steve walks away before he says something extreme and heads back to your table.

“I don’t know about you, Tommy,” Carol blows a bubble with her gum, “But I really don’t like her.”

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You’re by your locker, sifting through your notebooks and chatting with Eddie, when Steve joins you. Being as keen as you are, the odd look Steve gives Eddie doesn’t go unnoticed. You have half a mind to comment, but Steve speaks before you can.

“You’re coming to the party, right?” Steve asks as he leans against the lockers next to yours.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. There’s a party every day, it seems. You shut your locker before turning to Steve. “How about no?”

“Aw, c’mon, it’ll be a total drag without you there, you know?” Steve lays the charm on thick as he sports a heart-clenching grin. But you’ve learned not to act on those lovey-dovey feelings to protect your sanity.

“If it’ll be such a drag, how about you don’t go…?” Eddie offers, reminding you of how awesome a friend he is. He’s always there to pull you out of situations you don’t want to find yourself. And going to a party with Steve, and undoubtedly his horrendous friends, is not your cup of tea.

“Funny, Munson. Don’t think I was talking to your ass.” Steve’s counter catches you and Eddie off guard, and you throw a ‘what the hell’ look at Steve. You know that Steve is still Steve and has some unsatisfactory traits lingering. But him being unnecessarily rude to Eddie is something you’re not okay with.

“Okay, look…” Steve sighs, which has you raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response. “That was messed up, sorry, dude. I was going to ask if you both wanted to come.” 

Eddie brushes it off with a wave, “Don’t sweat it, man. I get it. But we’ll have to get back to you on this one. Y’know, parties aren’t really our scene.”

You agree with Eddie’s statement with a nod. Steve, however, has difficulty not rolling his eyes at Eddie’s use of we. What, did he not think you could answer on your own? And why the hell is he always getting in his way? But most important, why does it piss Steve off so much?

While Steve ponders, he misses the call of his friends. He only reacts when he sees Eddie stumble towards you. He whips his head around to see Tommy and Carol snickering.

“Watch where you’re going, you damn freak,” Tommy sneers, and some jerks in the back laugh along.

Your books fall out of your arms as you prevent Eddie from becoming too familiar with the ground. “You good, Eds?” He nods, allowing you to help him back on steady footing.

You glare at Tommy, who laughs like a fucking hyena. You’re about to rip him a new one when Steve steps in, much to your and everyone else’s surprise.

“Jesus, Tommy… You have to be such a dick all the time?” Steve pointedly asks as he bends down on one knee to pick up your fallen books. It’s a simple act - a fine gentleman courteous enough to help a distressed maiden. But, you don’t know, something about how Steve gathers your things, handing them to you with that oh-so-apologetic expression, makes that simple act not so simple. 

A singular strand of hair loses its hold and flutters down to frame his face, and, like an idiot, all you can form is, “Thanks…” You hear Eddie snort quietly beside you, and as you take your books from Steve’s outreached hands, you make sure to jab the brunet in the side with your elbow.

“Always with the fucking Wheelers…” Carol sighs, popping a bubble of her gum. Like birds migrating, their small group of goons disperses in pursuit of more havoc. You’re grateful for two reasons. 1. They’ll leave you and Eddie alone. 2. Most importantly, you’re sure it’s plain as day how flustered Steve’s actions made you.

You’re about to give Carol and Tommy a piece of your mind when the bell rings for a second time. You curse, haphazardly shoving your books into your backpack.

One more tardy, and Mrs. Nelson might make do on her promise to slap you and Eddie in Saturday detention. That was just something neither of you could afford. You grab Eddie’s hand, and in your haste, you miss the disgruntled look on Steve’s face.

You two run down the hall, and just as you reach the corner, you turn around and lift your hand to wave bye to Steve. “See you never, Harrington!”

The corner of his mouth upturns when your wave turns into flipping the bird. “Oh, and fuck you, Tommy and Carol!”

The two scoff behind Steve, who only smiles, shaking his head. “Gotta love those Wheelers.”

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It’s Friday night, also the day of the party. Now, you’ve made all reservations to stay at home in the comfort and safety of your room. You’re all set to do just that until Steve comes to pick up Nancy. Ever since your mom caught him sneaking through your bedroom window to see your sister, he’s made more effort to appear at the front door. For good reason - Karen Wheeler might be head of PTA and bakes cookies, but she’s one woman you don’t want to be on the wrong side of.

You’re rifling through the pantry when Holly runs to you. She tugs at your pants legs until you turn around to see her with a piece of paper. You eye it warily until she aggressively thrusts her hand out, pointing to the front door before running off.

The crumbled piece of paper reads: “PARTY? Yes or yes?”

You snicker, pocketing the note as you gather your snacks and head for the stairs. On your way, you spot Nancy gracefully gliding down and almost envy her because you always trip over a step. 

Nancy stops you before you can ascend. “Oh, are you staying home again?” The ‘again’ is an ongoing joke with your family since you’re affectionately dubbed a hermit.

“She’s not,” Steve answers as he joins the two of you, and your eye twitches a bit when he swings an arm around her shoulders. “She’s coming to the party.”

Your face furrows as you pretend to think. “Hmm, you know, I don’t think I ever agreed to that. By the way, Harrington, you didn’t give me an option for no way in hell.”

Steve groans, “C’monnn, it’ll be a blast.” You almost let the thought of him being cute as he pouts linger in your mind but instead push it away.

You yawn tiredly, tucking your snacks under one arm as you cover your mouth. Blinking slowly, you squint before sighing in acquiescence. “This isn’t a yes, but I’ll consider it.”

You can see that Steve is fighting the urge to persuade you more, and the way he settles for a cool nod makes you bite back a grin. You wave goodbye to him and Nancy as you trek back to your bedroom.

You’ve nearly reached the top when Steve calls your name from the open front door. You turn around to see a cheeky grin. “Don’t forget Munson’s invited, too. See you there.”

You find it hilarious how sure he is that you’ll show up. There is absolutely no chance in hell you would go to the party. No chance at all-

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The music from the party sends vibrations throughout Eddie’s van, and you’re suddenly regretting coming. You turn to Eddie with an unsure look and almost laugh at his mirrored expression.

“Twenty minutes tops.” Eddie frowns as a couple runs in front of the van, cackling as they head for a cluster of trees further back. It’s so obvious what they’re up to.

“Ten.” You can’t fathom spending more time here, and you haven’t even made it inside yet.

Eddie nods in agreement, moving to get out before he stops to turn to you. He pokes you with a finger to get your attention. “Hey, you feeling okay?”

You furrow your brows, sighing. “I don’t know. Something feels off…”

“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re here… at this party… which, can I just add, is totally not our scene?” Eddie suggests, making you frown slightly.

“I don’t know. Today has been a bit weird. I was looking for something earlier and couldn’t find it, and then I had to see Steve and Nancy being, well, a couple. And, get this, I stumbled down the stairs when you came to pick me up.” You sigh again. “Maybe this was a bad idea…” you mumble, looking out the window to see someone vomiting on the lawn. Your nose crinkles, and you quickly avert your gaze to Eddie before you get sick, too.

“Well, how about this?” Eddie grins, trying to prompt one of your own. “We show face, talk to that guy - the unnamed one you have a major hard-on for. Then we make our grand escape, and guess what?” You look at him amused and respond with a hum. “We head back to my place and spend the rest of the night watching awesome movies and listening to super cool music. Sound good?”

You hate that Eddie knows you so well. With an affectionate eye roll, you breathe in and out. “Sounds good. Let’s go, Munster.”

The party is in full swing inside. It seemed the outside partying was just a warmup for what you two would face. Some acquaintances greet you and Eddie, sending waves and raising their drinks. It’s almost comical because it makes you feel like you’re one of the “cool” kids.

Somehow, you and Eddie find yourselves in the thicket; the music’s bass rumbles through you, and you see far too much bumping and grinding for your liking. You look around for the only reason you attended this shit show and come up short. However, you see Carol, who has an annoyingly cocky grin as she passes you, whispering something to Tommy, who snickers. 

You’re about to comment on it to Eddie when someone calls your name. You look around until you see Steve heading towards you.

“Heyyy, you made it!” His enthusiasm brings about a simpering grin of your own. Steve pulls you in for a hug, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and you have to tell your heart to stop doing somersaults.

“Yeah, I did.” You smile up at him and almost laugh at his dopey expression. You’re not sure why he’s looking like that, but you attribute it to drinking. After all, is Steve Harrington really at a party if he doesn’t down an entire keg in seconds?

“You look really pretty, you know?” His words make you swallow harshly, knowing that his drunk words are kryptonite to your sober, hopeless, lovesick little heart. 

You can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you’re sure that if he continues staring at you with that look you can’t quite name in his eyes, you’ll be a walking heat advisory. You gently jab at his shoulder, dismissing him with a wave of your hands and a roll of your eyes. “Sure, sure. Let the alcohol talk.”

“It’s not the-” Steve doesn’t finish his sentence when Nancy joins your little party, nuzzling up to him. The sight makes your heart clench in a not-so-pleasant way, and you smile briefly to show good camaraderie, but deep down, you hate yourself for feeling this way.

Nancy greets Eddie, and you silently curse yourself for forgetting he was there. Knowing that he witnessed the entire interaction, you chuckle, sure he’ll find some way to tease you about it later.

You spend the next few minutes talking with Steve and Nancy, who soon enough become engrossed with each other. The whispers and drunken laughter they share make your eye twitch, which catches Eddie’s attention.

“You know, it’s getting pretty late, so I think we’re going to head out,” Eddie says, forcing a convincing yawn. 

“Nooo,” Steve groans, unwrapping his arm from Nancy to place his hand on your shoulder. “You can’t go just yet. Stay. Please.” His bottom lip juts out just a bit as he pouts, begging you to stay with those big brown eyes, and a tiny part of you screams just how kissable he looks.

Instead of succumbing to that deep-down desire, you smile, tilting your head to look at him. “Sorry, Harrington. It appears you’ve exceeded your time limit.” You pat his hand, squeezing it gently before removing it. You swear you can feel his fingers curl around your palm, but he steps back in defeat before you can discern.

“It was fun talking with you guys, though. Who knows, maybe we’ll come to another par-”

You begin stepping away from him when a screech makes you and everyone else stop in their place. You turn to the source to find Tommy and Carol - of course, it’s them - standing atop a table with a microphone. 

You have half a mind to leave, but for some reason, you feel compelled to stay.

“Hi, everyone! Hope you’re all having a fantastic time!” Carol starts, her words slurred and voice oh so annoying. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but she’s quick to quieten them with a hand in the air. “I have a little special announcement for one of our esteemed guests…” 

She pauses dramatically, a mischievous look on her face. You’re not the only one who notices. Eddie leans down to whisper, “I think we should go.” You agree, feeling uneasy, but just when you turn to go, you hear your name.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you, Steve and Nancy included. You stare at Carol warily, wondering where she’s going with this.

“You see, little miss weirdo over there has a big fat crush on her best friend. But Steve is too busy fucking little miss perfect to give her the time of day.” Muttering and snickers and gasps of surprise sound around you as your heartbeat quickens. Tommy pulls your diary from his jacket, flipping it open to an earmarked page.

“‘Dear diary… I can’t believe I have a crush on Steve Harrington! I hate him and his perfect hair and charming smile and-’” Tommy pauses his reading to smirk. “Here’s the best part.” He pitches his voice annoyingly high, “‘I think I might just be in love with him, but of course, he has to be dating my sister, of all people.’”

If the humiliation doesn’t break you, seeing Steve and Nancy’s expressions as you slowly turn to them does. Nancy looks betrayed, and there’s a hint of anger in her eyes. You don’t blame her; you felt the same when you discovered she was dating Steve. Speaking of which, he looks confused; his brows pinch together, and his mouth is agape. 

You open your mouth, but no words come out. What can you say? You don’t know. But you know that standing there while everyone looks at you isn’t helping you. Before you can register it, you’re running out of the house, pushing past everything in your way.

You don’t hear or see Steve marching right up to the table. “You’re real pricks, you know that?” He asks, snatching your diary from Tommy’s hands, sending him stumbling and falling off the table on his butt. Laughter erupts when Tommy falls. “Fucking assholes,” Steve sneers as he heads outside to look for you.

Eddie unlocks the van, and you’re about to hop in, ready to ditch this shit show, when someone grabs your wrist. You turn around to find Steve. He offers your diary to you. The thought of snatching it away crosses your mind before you remind yourself that although Steve begged to come along to the party, this whole shitshow wasn’t his fault.

So, instead, you gingerly take it from him, tucking it tight under your arm as if someone might come to steal it again. Then it’s tense - despite the cool night air sprinkling goosebumps along your exposed skin, the air feels unbearably thick, and you find yourself harshly swallowing the lump in your throat. 

Steve is the one to break the silence. 

“You never told me.” Those four words made you scoff bitterly, not at him but at the entire situation. 

“You never asked,” is your retort. 

Steve casts his gaze down to the ground, nodding solemnly. It’s another few seconds before he opens his mouth again. “I always thought it was Munson.” His confession shocks you. Is that why he’d always been so cross with Eddie?

“Well, now you know.” It’s unbearable standing here, trying to talk through this shitty situation. With a breath, you say, “I should go, Steve. No point in me hanging around.”

Steve falters, reaching an arm out to stop you from moving. “You can’t just walk away. We should talk-”

“Talk about what, Steve?” You pull your arm away from his grasp, fully turning to face him. “About how awful of a person I am. About how I fell in love with my best friend, and he chose my sister?” As you speak, frustrated tears fill your eyes, and Steve feels his heart break a little more. “Did you ever…” You breathe deeply, steeling yourself. “Did you… have you ever felt anything for me…?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, and had this been a different situation, you might have poked fun at him for looking like such a goofball. He finds it hard to meet your eyes, and though he never says a word, you already have your answer.

You scrunch your nose, blinking away the tears. You’ve already humiliated yourself enough tonight, and you won’t be adding crying to the list.

It’s then that you can hear music booming from inside the house - the rest of the partygoers continuing without a care, like some girl’s life didn’t just get flipped upside down and all around. You spot Nancy lingering near the entrance. She has this unreadable expression, but she’s not as angry as before. She looks sad, and that makes you feel even worse.

You tear your gaze away before looking at Steve, tears threatening to fall, and with a bittersweet smile, you say, “Tell Nancy I’m sorry for me, please. Goodbye, Steve.”

With those parting words, you quickly hop in Eddie’s van, and he knows to drive away without you even saying anything. You look out the rearview mirror to see Steve standing there, watching you leave.

Later that night, when you’re donning some of Eddie’s clothes, and he’s attempting to cheer you up, you pull out your diary one last time and write:

Dear (not so) secret diary,

Life is shit

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[tiannasfanfic]

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist |

Rating: Explicit 18+

CW: Smut (themes of Dom/sub dynamics)

Something you, Eddie and Steve have talked about doing, but hadn’t tried yet, is double penetration.

While the idea excites you, you’re very nervous about it, especially after watching videos of it, cause you’re afraid you won’t be able to take it like in the movies. You don’t want to let them down or disappoint them.

You decide to start practicing with your toys when you’re home alone, working yourself up to the ones most reminiscent of Eddie and Steve’s cocks. It took some time but, finally, you’re able to take both of them at once.

You’re so excited and proud of yourself, and you surprise them the very next night with the news.

But, rather than be excited too, they’re actually kind of upset.

They really wanted to be the ones who worked you open. So, even though they want it just as much as you, you have to be punished for your impatience.

You had no idea how long they tease and edge you for. It felt like you were tied to the bed for hours, at the mercy of their fingers, their tongues, even the very toys you used to prep yourself with.

Finally, once they felt like you had learned your lesson, they let you out of your restraints, position your trembling body between both of theirs, and fill both of your holes with their hard, aching cocks.

And it is at this point that they actually realize how nice it is to just slide into you and start fucking the hell out of you without having to wait any longer than they already have.

[gh0stwrit5r]

A Helping Hand pt4 - Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Here’s part 4. It’s becoming quiet the novella if you ask me 😉 more story line here, but we’re working our way back to smut, I promise!

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI - showering, kissing, watching bf shower, fantasies of oral f receiving, public f fingering, fuck boy Eddie

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You and Steve finish up fucking in the kitchen and he heads for a shower with you close behind. You can’t get Eddie out of your head until Steve mentions a little detail it would have been good to know. And now your mad. You need to speak to him immediately.

Part 1 - here Part 2 - here Part 3 - here

Steve got up and gave you a kiss. “Where did that come from y/n? Not that I’m complaining!’ He laughed “I’m going to jump in the shower, do you want to order us both some food?”

“Yeah of course” you replied as you pulled your T-shirt back on with nothing else since your knickers had been ripped and stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans.

Steve walked out of the room, his T-shirt still off and slung over his shoulder as he left. His shoulder blades still sweaty and glistening in the light.

You wandered around the kitchen looking for a menu and chucked your ripped knickers into the bin, looking at them and having a little smile to yourself, completely forgetting that Eddie might still be out there watching you through the window. You finally found a menu and ordered some pizzas, then you followed Steve upstairs to take a shower yourself.

As you got to the bathroom door you stopped to watch Steve shower. The lower part of the glass shower door was steamed up, giving you only an outline of his impressive athletic physique. You watched as he tipped his head back into the water and let it run onto his face. He ran both his hands through his hair then down onto his chest where bubbles had settled into his chest hair.

God he was hot. His eyes. His perfect skin. Those few freckles on his cheeks and neck. The way he could swing a baseball bat. And you still wondered how he looked so good in his fucking Scoops uniform when he used to work there.

You walked over and slipped your T-shirt off over your head and slid the shower door open, stepping into the warm water to join him. You placed both hands on his chest, fingers spread apart and pushed them up into his chest hair then onto his face. Planting a kiss on his lips as they slipped about in the water.

Steve pulled away and nestled his head into the crook of your neck, distributing little bites all the way to your collar bone. “I’m getting out now babe, you ordered food right?’

“Yeah I did” you replied, slightly huffed that he was getting out “said about thirty minutes so might be here in about twenty or so”

“Ok, well don’t be long” he stepped out and turned round playfully shaking his fist and smiling at you “or else!”

You laughed as you rubbed a spot clear of condensation on the shower door, Steve grabbed a towel and proceeded to use it to dry his hair, allowing you to watch his naked arse walk away and finally disappear into the bedroom.

You reached for the shower gel and lathered up your hands and started getting washed. As you moved your hands down to your inner thighs, he immediately popped back into your head. There he was, Eddie Munson, invading your thoughts. Again.

You could feel him slowly pushing his dick slightly into you and you could see his stupid grin when he refused to give you any more and pulled it out before he left the room. You shook your head and let out a little laugh at how much of a fuck boy you could already tell he was. And you liked it.

The doorbell snapped you out of reliving your moment with Eddie. “Food is here babe” Steve shouted

“Ok coming!” you yelled back with your head partly out of the shower door. You stepped out into the bathroom, shivering slightly as you went from the hot water to the colder bathroom. You ran to the towel rack and quickly swung a towel around your shoulders, and headed to the bedroom to put your pyjamas on.

As you got to the bedroom door you stopped. Exactly at the spot where Eddie stood and watched you finger your self and moaning out his name. Remembering hearing his voice “Jesus. Christ” as it rattled through the bedroom. You squeezed your legs together as that all too familiar ache came back.

“It’s on the bench y/n” Steve shouted

“Ok I’m just getting my pyjamas on, two minutes!” You replied as you pulled your bottoms on and then scraped your hair back into a ponytail.

As you made your way into the kitchen, you picked up your pizza box and grabbed some kitchen roll for what would inevitably become greasy hands. You flopped down onto the couch next to Steve as he was eating with one hand and scrolling pages of movies and tv series to find something to watch with the other.

“What about this Stranger Things series babe? He suggested

“I don’t really fancy that tonight, find something short. I’m shattered”

“Sure thing” he replied giving your leg a little squeeze above your knee “all that fucking in the kitchen has taken it out of you” he smirked

He was kind of right, the kitchen fucking and the bedroom antics with Eddie, had your brain wired.

You agreed on a documentary about some crime that had happen in a little town in Ohio and finished off your pizzas. Once you were done eating you snuggled into Steve for the remainder of the documentary.

You must have dozed off because Steve speaking gave you a shock “and because he’s off for a week I have double the workload which is annoying”

“Sorry baby, I must have fallen asleep” you confessed “what were you saying?”

“Ah just Eddie is off for a week now so I have double the workload” he repeated

“Oh really, where is he off?” You tried to sound uninterested

“Just to spend some time with his girlfriend, well, his long distance girlfriend now”

“What?! He has a girlfriend!!” You shouted as you sat bolt upright and turned to face Steve.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?!’ He laughed

“Just can’t imagine anyone wanting to be with him. He seems nice but a bit of a freak right!” You tried to hide the true reason for the shock.

“Listen, there’s something about Eddie Munson, ladies love him, you just don’t get it” he joked as he grabbed your shoulders and shook you playfully “come on let’s get you to bed sleepy head!”

You followed Steve up stairs and as you were brushing you teeth you couldn’t think straight. You were mad. Which felt hypocritical but also valid. He had come into your bedroom, yours and Steve’s actually, and made it a reality. But you had let him. You wanted it too.

The thought of being the only girl he wanted drove you crazy. You got off on thinking he replayed your supermarket encounter over and over in his head, just like you did. You wanted him to think about you while he wanked himself silly knowing he could never really have you.

But to find out that he probably never thought about you at all. He probably spent hours on the phone to her. His girlfriend. Thinking about her. Missing her. Dirty talking with her. Ergh. You hated it.

You climbed into bed and thought about it over and over. Did you care? Was it a one off? Did you want it to happen again? As he swirled around your head you started to think about his hands gripping you and pulling you down the bed so his head was between your legs. The feeling of his lips pushing onto your wet pussy as he flicked his tongue back and forth slowly over your clit. How he was the one that decided you weren’t getting any more and left.

When your brain couldn’t think about it anymore you decided you would meet him when he was back and tell him it would not happen again. It was a moment of weakness, you let a fantasy and lust make your decision. It would be over before it started and he should focus on his girlfriend.

You started to play it out in your mind. You would meet him in a the small coffee shop in town. You would both sit at the table like adults and he lets you tell him your decision. Then he moves his chair to the same side of the table as you. He puts his hand under the table and he slowly slides it up the inside of your thigh and hitches up your skirt. He rubs his fingers on your already wet knickers and then moves them to the side. He takes two fingers to the entrance of your pussy and can feel you’re getting wetter. As he leans over and moves your hair behind your ear, he pushes his fingers inside you, he grins and whispers in your ear “someone’s missed me, haven’t they, princess” you moan loudly and roll your head back, alerting the staff to you both.

You open your eyes, bringing you back to reality. You notice you have you hand in your knickers. You pull it out and roll over.

If the last five minutes are anything to go by, you realised that telling Eddie Munson to go fuck himself, is quickly going to end up with him fucking you.

[sleepy-baby19]

Ok tumblr do your thing. I’ve been searching far and wide for a steddie x reader fic that I read I think last year. It was Eddie and reader giving Steve a bj behind the counter at Family Video, and then someone walks in, it might of been one of the kids, I can’t really remember. I’m in a steddie mood and this was one of my favorites. I’ve searched AO3 incase it was on there but I don’t find it 😢

[paigeandsagesstuff]

I need your help!

Warning: smut talk

I seem to have unliked an Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x virgin reader smut fan fic. Perhaps you can help! The story is about Steve and Eddie meeting a girl and they hang out at her place. They watch a scary movie, but she got scared so the boys put on The Little Mermaid or something light. Anyway, it turns into smut and it has forced orgasms.

Please comment the link of the story if it sound familiar to you. Thank you!

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

“you’re jealous of me?!” steve sputters out, jaw going slack as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“of course, i am!” you huff in frustration, running your hands down your face. “you’re fucking amazing!”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader; eddie munson x steve harrington; possible! steve harrington x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a best friend, and your life is going so well. or, it was. now you have to deal with not one but two boys with hair that could rival the other’s

or in which you might love your best friend, eddie, more than a best friend should. now you can’t help feeling awful whenever you see him with steve, who you are oh, so envious of. it’s safe to say that comparison is killing you slowly

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: hi there! i originally planned for this to be a one-shot but as i continued writing, i realized just how much i was writing and thought it’d be better and more fun to turn it into a mini series. this has been sitting in my drafts since november (lol) so i'm really excited to share this with you all! p.s. requests are: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 | 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 || guidelines here p.s.s. check out my other eddie fics here and here! buy me a coffee ☕️!

part 1: who’s the new guy? || preview here

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[inknopewetrust]

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

[natti-ice]

every time i remember my favorite person isn’t real