#steve harrington in a skirt

[fuctacles]

Steve Harrington's Barbie-shaped thighs

now on Ao3 | final edit: 04.08

Robeen: Barbie tonight @ 5!!! Robeen: Dress accordingly OR ELSE Eddee: ????? Steef: 👍👍👍💅💅💅

Eddie did the best he could with his monochrome wardrobe. Which meant an impromptu thrift hunt. He found a tiny pink tank top and a vaguely 80s-shaped shirt he could throw over it. It didn't look half-bad, paired with high-waisted shorts and a couple of borrowed accessories (a pink belt and huge hoop earrings from Gareth's sister). He already owned a pink scrunchie - a gift from Steve - which he used to tie his hair into a high ponytail.

On the bus, he felt slightly self-conscious, making him realise how much he relied on his metalhead armour on a daily basis. The way kids dressed up these days and the fact that he wasn't the only one on his way to see Barbie helped him blend in. So while it felt that way, he wasn’t actually standing out.

As it turned out, definitely not as much as Steve.

While Robin decided to recreate the striped costume look to her best ability (the top and the bottom didn't really match but the reference was apparent enough), Steve decided on a pink tennis outfit, with a pleated skirt. He even shaved his legs.

His hair has grown out long enough to tie it into a tiny ponytail, which was, in Eddie's objective opinion, fucking adorable.

He approached his friends and, unable to help himself, tugged on the skirt.

"Somebody understood the assignment," he smiled teasingly, laughing when Steve swatted his hand away, straightening the pleats. “Aced it, even.” Then, both to preserve his sanity and socialize properly, he turned to Robin. “You both look great.”

"I can't hold a candle to our diva here."

Steve preened, twisting his hips so the skirt twirled around his thighs. Which again, fucking adorable. Eddie's queer heart was on fire. He wanted to tug on the hem of the skirt, play with the white collar, and tip the visor askew. Touch every part of the outfit and the person in it because Steve Harrington wore a skirt to a Barbie screening. It was like he wanted Eddie to die of a heart attack.

Thankfully, they arrived just in time for the movie to start and couldn’t ruminate on their Barbie-inspired outfits. When buying popcorn, Eddie lagged behind, hoping the view in front of him inspires him enough to maybe, finally, ask Harrington out. After the movie, perhaps. He’s heard great reviews so far, it may just give him the nudge he needs. 

They found their pre-ordered seats and Eddie watched Steve's skirt ride up sinfully high when he crossed his legs. Torture.

"You look great by the way. Colours look good on you," his friend leaned in to whisper. The theatre was running the commercials and some people still talked at full volume, so it wasn’t like he had to do that. "You're wearing the scrunchie," he observed too.

"I am. I wear it all the time," Eddie answered with a frown, almost offended at the implication that he wouldn’t. He leaned back to look at Steve. His eyes were sparkling in the dim theatre.

"Yeah?"

He shrugged, playing it cool in front of The Boy.

"Yeah, just. Not in public." 

In the comfort of his home, when he was practising guitar, doing the dishes, or cooking. Doing domestic shit alone, missing his friends. Thinking of Steve.

The commercials ended and the lights went off. Steve's fingers brushed against Eddie's arm as he pulled back to sit comfortably. Just a fleeting, accidental touch; Casual and friendly, but it left him reeling.

Eddie braced himself for almost 2 hours of sitting in the dark next to Steve's bare thighs.

Alas, no amount of bracing could prepare him for Steve's fingers against his skin, this time intentional and teasing. For how when he silently reprimanded him, knocking his knuckles against his knee half-playfully, he grasped them and pressed down, letting his hand rest on the bare skin. 

For the second half of the movie, all Eddie could think of were shades of pink and soft skin.

[ent-is-indecisive]

Hehehe hee hee hee if you’re still looking for drawing ideas, how about steddie in skirts? 👀 no worries if it’s not your thing! :)

asking that question it's like you haven't seen my blog /j

self indulgent skirts guys doodles coming right up

[mwahmimi]

I love Steve Harrington in a crop top as much as the next person, but Steve Harrington in a skirt lives in my head rent free.

[jamieonthem00n]

I read The Dream Project by @bisexualindisguise and just had to draw Steve in his pop prince outfits, they were so cute! If you like band aus go read this fic beacuse it is precious, the Steddie dynamic is chefs kiss.

Fun fact: whe I first started the sketching I thought I would use Harry Styles for reference but didn't like it, so instead I used YUNGBLUD and Conan Gray, whose aesthetics are actually are more like the Steve in the fic (in my head at least :P)

[lexirosewrites]

desperate omega Steve gets cut off by his parents after high school and ends up working at the slutty wing place in town, Slickers, where omegas trade short skirts for huge tips from their ogling customers

first time patron, and very wealthy alpha, Eddie decides to order the lunch special— the delectable fresh meat tugging nervously at his skirt and blushing at the way the entire restaurant seems to only have eyes for him

Eddie is generous. he gives Steve more than just a tip… he gives him an entire knot!

(inspired by this tiktok)

[hungharrington]

steve ‘leaves a dozen little hickies and gentle kisses on the soft part of your inner thighs when he eats you out’ harrington

[trashpocket]

when your lead guitarist and lead singer left their mics on backstage

(outfits are based off of this tweet)

and bonus under the cut

(n some more sketches before this)

[idlyfretting]

Normal Brain: S3 Steve is hot but I don’t know why

Big Brain: S3 Steve is wearing bright colors and pink lip balm, that’s why he looks hot

Galaxy Brain: S3 Steve’s Scoops Ahoy outfit is one pleated skirt away from being an anime schoolgirl uniform

[caravaggiosbrushes]

I’m gonna be your bubblegum bitch

( RT - ig - portfolio - kofi )

[ent-is-indecisive]

id : a full color digital drawing, close in style to a fashion photograph. steve is posed, from the hips up, with his head falling slightly to the left, one hand on his left hip, his other resting down. he is wearing a black half corset, a red pleated skirt and two latex like gloves, one black, one red. he is wearing red lipstick. the background is a mid dark blue with a red diamond shape, two white square borders. in the upper right corner is written "The Bet" in white serif lettering./end id

thanks to @trensu as always for a delicious bite sized story and a visual i was immediately interested in trying to draw.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

We sometimes assume that it's Eddie that the experienced queer but I don't think that's so, just judging by how Eddie acted with Steve, with the way he pushed him towards Nancy and Steve being thrown off because he had been flirting with Eddie. I think it would definitely be Steve. He was definitely convinced that Vickie also liked girls. Was it perhaps because, as a bisexual that he knew? I could see him knowing for a long time but not really saying it aloud until Robin came along. I could see Eddie thinking he always just liked girls until he started to get to know Steve Harrington. I don't see Steve being panicked about his sexuality but Eddie? Yeah, he panics with Steve about it.

"There's a guy, and I'm thinking very much, not straight thoughts, Steve," Eddie said after he dropped by Steve’s house one afternoon. "I've always liked girls. Specifically, cheerleaders. What the hell is that? Like I'm not already enough of a freak."

"Eddie," Steve called softly.

"I mean, shit, is it even possible? I mean, if there's another dimension under Hawkins, I don't see why it can't be possible to like -,"

Steve grabbed him by hips, picked him up, and placed him on the kitchen counter. That shut him up.

"Eddie, listen to me. It's alright to like both. Don't let other people tell you otherwise. You'll get it from both sides. Even in our own community, you'll get shit for it. I know it's okay because I'm bisexual, too, Eddie. I like women, I fucked women, I've kissed them, and have fallen in love with them. I like men, I fucked men, I've kissed them, but it wasn't until very recently that I fell for a man," Steve said softly.

"How, uh, recently?" Eddie asked.

"Spring break."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"This is scary."

"It is."

"Was it scary for you when you realized that you also like men?"

"Very. Do you feel it? Do you feel like that's what you are?" Steve asked. "Bisexual?"

"Yeah. Yes!" Eddie exclaimed.

"The only thing that matters then is the fact you feel it. Nobody else can tell you that you don't feel like it or that you're just confused or that you don't look bisexual. The only thing that matters is that you feel it here," Steve said, placing a hand on his chest.

"Okay, I gotta ask. Even though this is a very touching moment, what the hell is a bisexual supposed to look like?" Eddie asked.

"I don't fucking know man but apparently I don't look like one," Steve said. "They can look like anything they fucking want to."

"Thanks, man," Eddie said and hugged him tightly, burrowing his head into Steve’s neck. "By the way, the guy I was talking about. . .it's you, Steve."

"Thank God," Steve said. "The man I was talking about. . . It's you, Eddie."

Steve burrowed his head into Eddie's neck and they stayed like that for a good long while.

"Does this mean you're my boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Thank God."

[formosusiniquis]

Transfem, genderqueer, nonbinary, genderfluid whatever brand of not-cis you're assigning Steve they gotta transition in the 80s so their preppy ass can get a chance to really enjoy everything going on fashionwise in the 90s and early 00's

[cemeterylight]

dressing them up like my own personal paper dolls

[viviseawrites]

wip wednesday: steddie fake dating au

aka: why even wear a skirt if you aren't gonna sit on your best friend's lap??

How is he meant to take in air when Eddie Munson’s sprawled over him, his shoulder pressed to Steve’s chest, his legs crossed over Steve’s? That scent invades his senses and seeps through his brain until it overtakes him entirely. Everything is Eddie. His smell, his warmth, his pale skin and dark leg hair and the edge of a vivid scar just revealed by the skirt, his hum of satisfaction as he relaxes into his new position. Steve licks his lips and tries not to sway forward that miniscule inch between his tongue and Eddie’s bony shoulder. He wants to bite.

Instead, he flexes his free hand and tentatively sets it on one of Eddie’s thighs, earning a pleased smirk from the man in question. He valiantly resists the urge to squeeze the soft flesh under his fingers. See Jesse try to make a move when Eddie’s wearing Steve’s fingerprints like a goddamn brand. He’s so fucked up.

“Comfy?” Eddie murmurs. His voice vibrates through Steve’s ribcage, shakes the bones around his heart. A cage around a wild animal, barely strong enough to contain it.

Steve clears his throat. “I’m, uh, yeah, I’m fine.”

The inside of his thigh is even silkier than Steve expected. Is Eddie sensitive there? Is he ticklish? Would he let Steve decorate him with indents of his teeth? God, would he let Steve nuzzle his nose there before Eddie grabbed him by the hair and redirected his focus where he wanted it?

He can’t think like this. Eddie’s his friend. It’s wrong, and Steve knows it, and still he feels his cock filling out and he prays his jeans hide it, smother it, because Eddie’s in his lap, and boners between friends take things into weird territory real fast in situations like this.

The goddamn wires aren’t just crossed; they’re torn out and twisted up and stripped bare. He’s offline.

[steveshairychest]

Everything about season 3 stays the same except Steve Harrington wears a short skirt with his scoops ahoy uniform that rides up his thighs when he bends down to clean tables.

[halfhardharrington]

Steve in a skirt but with nothing underneath

B my love I'm sorry I only just saw this but I am about to go absolutely insane with it.

-♡-

Steve loves skirts. He loves the different styles, the soft material, the pretty colours, but most importantly he loves how good he looks in a mini skirt. They make his legs look so long and gorgeous and they show off just the right amount of ass, especially when he hikes the skirt up as high as it can go.

He normally wears a matching thong with his miniskirts, sometimes he even goes as far as to wear a cute bralette as well, but today he isn't in the mood. He slips on the plain red miniskirt and just leaves it at that. He walks around the house in nothing but a cute skirt with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he flicks through Eddie's tapes.

He's looking for his favourite tape, the one Eddie puts on just before he's about to bend Steve over the couch and fuck him senseless. Steve has plans for tonight and they involve Eddie underneath him for once.

He wants to lift up his skirt and take Eddie right here on the couch, wants Eddie to grip the red fabric and pull their hips closer as he wraps his legs around Steve's waist. God, Steve wants to lay back on the couch, lift up his skirt and let Eddie ride him until he's crying. Eddie looks so pretty when he cries, his make-up from the day running down his cheeks as he grips the material of Steve's flipped up skirt and hangs on for dear life as Steve thrusts up into him.

Steve takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales the smoke with a moan. Yeah, he can't wait for Eddie to get home.