#imagine Steve buying eddie all of his wardrobe

[navnae]

A really funny thing is Eddie being the one who likes to go to the mall and having Steve carry all the bags that are filled with clothes along with other items while Eddie’s hands are free. He’s just pointing to all the things he wants and Steve gets it for him nonetheless, when they go to the counter the cashier is surprised by how many bags can fit on the counter. Eddie showers Steve with kisses as he hands his card to the cashier and that’s how their trips to the mall always ends.

[munsontm]

“ you  look  so  sexy  dressed  up  like  that. “ — do i even have to say it

@harringtontm

When the build-up to Halloween rolled around, Eddie would start prepping his costume for the night at least two months in advance. He needed to draft the design, consider materials, buy the materials, and play around with the materials a bit before he began putting everything together. Most of the time, he went with something to shock and scare, or at least exceptionally well put together that people were in awe of his achievement and dedication to the one holiday worth giving a damn about. Okay, yeah, he liked Christmas too, but no one needed to know that or about his ugly Scream Christmas sweater either.

The costume he chose this year was a little niche, perhaps. It wasn’t based on any kind of media, just his demented wandering mind, and he meant for it to only shock and torment one person in particular rather than his entire circle of friends and associates. His boyfriend, Steve Harrington. The poor guy had no clue about what was in store for him. Eddie managed to keep his lips sealed about what he intended to dress up as for Halloween, convincing Steve to not pick a costume of his own like he usually did. All his man needed to do was show up at his place at 7PM on the 31st ready for Eddie to have his creative way with him. It didn’t take much convincing, a flash of Bambi's eyes, teeth digging into his bottom lip with a silent plead. Steve went down quicker than Eddie after a night of tequila. He loved that about Steve. Not that he was so easy. Fine, maybe a little bit. But that he was willing to go along with his crazy plans in the first place, all with a smile on his dreadfully handsome face. Really, the outfit was a gift for him, sort of. He’d just have to wait most of the night to get into it.

On Saturday the 31st of October at 6:55PM, Eddie tested the black garter strap, snapping it against his thigh with a pleased hum where it was hooked up to a long black sock studded with silver along the rims. Beneath the socks, he wore a pair of black fishnet tights that looked pretty damn good against the white of his thighs. Shaving his legs had been a pain, and he kinda regretted it, so he left the pits. The trail stayed because Steve had a thing about it, and it looked good peeking out over the rim of his black mini-skirt adorned with a couple of chains. If Eddie possessed a shred of shame, he’d be concerned that the hem didn’t make it far past the tops of his thighs, but he didn’t, so he didn’t care. If anything, the shortness made the skirt appeal to him more. He’d always been attracted to women in short skirts and dresses, women who wore what they wanted and didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought. It was hot (plus, it was easier to eat them out---among other things). He aspired to be one of them just for the night. The top half of his outfit had been trickier than the bottom. His fishnet undershirt didn’t want to cooperate, and he had to safely pin it into his panties. So, if he needed to pee at any point, which he would because they were going to a Halloween party where the buffet was alcohol, he’d have to push the panties aside awkwardly. But that was okay; making the look appear seamless was worth it. The overtop had been in his wardrobe since he was a teenager. Eddie outgrew it years ago, which made it perfect for cutting down into a long-sleeved crop top, the Black Sabbath logo emblazoned across his chest tightly, but not so tight that it didn’t look good. It was a snug fit. Perfect. To top everything off. Eddie had tried a couple of times to wear heels and almost took out his eye when tumbling over in them for the seventh time. Those were a total no-go. He settled for some flat black combat boots instead and thought they looked cute when he twirled in front of the full-length mirror. Then he cackled privately, imagining the range of expressions that might appear on his boyfriend’s face when he saw it. Either way, it was going to be a look to remember. “Oh, Eddie. You devil, you.” He spoke to the mirror image, grinning savagely.

It was a no-brainer to wear his hair up in a high ponytail. Like, how much more girly could you get apart from pigtails? And pigtails weren’t sexy in the slightest. He’d gotten a couple of hair extensions to make his hair look longer while up and pulled some longer curls at the front, so they framed his face pleasantly beside his usual bangs. Everything was topped off with the eyeliner Eddie always wore. Still, he’d added some new things just for the holiday, just for Steve, some mascara, a bit of eyeshadow, not too much because he didn’t want freaking panda eyes, and a lip gloss with an alluring red tint topped off with a spritz of some girly perfume; It smelled vanillery. Honestly, Eddie thought he was kind of a knockout as a chick. The panties weren’t the epitome of comfort, but he could deal with that.

Dark eyes looked over his masterpiece appreciatively one last time before the fated knock at his front door rang throughout the small apartment. Eddie took a deep breath and made his way to let Steve in. He wasn’t nervous about whether his boyfriend would like it; he knew Steve would be into it. But he wanted him to enjoy the outfit, too, not just for the sexual implications or the amount of skin on show. It was months of work, after all.

When he opened the door greeted by a sight that never failed to make his heart thunder like Thor’s hammer. He leaned against it, twirling a piece of hair around his finger, speaking with a sweet and feminine voice. “Hi, Stevie.” Nope. Nope. He hated that immediately and burst into laughter. “Shit, that was terrible, babe; Lemme try again?” Eddie slammed his front door, though not before catching the look of desire in Steve’s eyes. “Hook, line and sinker, baby,” he mumbled giddily before opening the door again, his side pressed to the wall instead. “Hey, big boy---fuck.” The decorated eyes rolled, and Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. “I sound awful as a girl, right?” He huffed, receiving no answer from Steve, who had taken to staring at him from head to toe, embracing every tiny detail he could. It had a better effect than Eddie maybe expected. He intended to run full speed with it for as long as possible.

“C’mon, gorgeous. Get that dump truck in here and into your costume.” With a devilish smirk in place. He reached for Steve’s hand and pulled him into the apartment, shutting the door behind them. The hazel eyes followed him down the hallway. Eddie could feel them all over him as he tugged Steve along, objectifying him, and he found that he liked every second of it. When they reached his bedroom, Steve’s hand wriggled out of his, and both fell on Eddie’s hips to bring him closer until they were pressed together. “Steve…” He warned, the words falling on deaf ears when Steve started to kiss his neck, inhaling his perfume with a moan. The kisses trailed up to his ear, where Steve whispered how sexy he looked, how cute his outfit was (that made him beam), and how bad he wanted him there and then. Already, Eddie could hear the plead in his voice, feel it pressed to the swell of his rear and rapidly thickening out. It took all of his will to say no when one of Steve’s hands ran up the smooth planes of his flat stomach, under the top, squeezing a perky nipple hard, just how Eddie liked it. “Jesus, Steve.” He laughed, sliding out of the other man’s hands with red cheeks, leaving him looking like a kicked puppy. “Sorry, babe. You’re not allowed to ruin this,” he gestured to himself. “Until after the party.”

The kicked puppy expression soon melted into an ‘are you kidding me?’ protest. Steve looked positively mortified, and Eddie was back in control. “Fraid not. No sexy time.” He left his boyfriend with a cheek peck, trying not to smile at the agape mouth. But as he crossed the room to grab Steve’s very metalesque rock star outfit, something caught his gaze, something he’d forgotten about. His deviant little brain couldn’t resist. Eddie scooped the black leather collar adorned with a heart-shaped lock in his hand and gestured Steve over to the bed. It was way too endearing the amount of speed that man moved to the bed and started undoing his jeans when he thought Eddie had changed his mind and he was about to get laid.

Sighing lovingly, doe brown eyes full of fondness, he yanked Steve to the edge of the bed by his half-disposed jeans, desperately trying to ignore how hard Steve was beneath his underwear. He slid into the familiar lap, smiling, trying not to put too much pressure on the dick below him, and placed the leather collar in his boyfriend’s hand. “I just wanted you to put this on for me, sweetheart.” The reveal earned him a groan while Steve’s free hand roamed under Eddie’s skirt, soothing over a hip. He felt a bit sorry for him then and kissed him as an apology and a greeting. They’d forgotten at the front door with all the excitement. “I promise the wait will be worth it.” He said when their kiss ended, faces inches apart. God, he loved this horny fool of a man so much. Steve probably thought he wasn’t as affected by the situation. But, his willpower had weakened considerably more than he thought it might. He was terrible at denying Steve whatever he wanted and vice-versa. The sheer determination to control the night for as long as possible was all that stopped him from letting the other have his way. All that needed to happen for him to potentially lose that control would be for Steve to initiate a power struggle. The winner only won based on who crumbled first before all the teasing, which, with them, was always a fifty-fifty chance. More often than not, they were equals in the bedroom, but special occasions called for the game to be upped a little bit.

Black painted fingertips rested briefly over the collar, their gazes locking on to the action where Eddie’s smile turned into the devil's again. “And what if I told you the collar has a chain too, hmm?”

‘Goddamnit,’ Came the grumbled in response, and Steve took up the collar to fix around Eddie’s neck while he chimed in what a good boy Steve was being.

‘Eddie!’ And his praises quickly fell into laughter. It was gonna be a great night.