#smut ahoy

[xoxoladyaz]

Listen, I've devoured all of the Dom Eddie/Sub Steve fics I've been able to find, and I do it happily. However, I'd personally love to see more Dom Steve and Sub Eddie.

Because Eddie might be a showman, he might like having everyone's eyes on him, he might like being in control of the games he DMs, but deep, deep down he's still the scared little boy that first ended up at Wayne's trailer. The little boy who heard everyone around him call him a "freak" and a whole host of other terrible things. And don't get him wrong, he loves all of his quirks that make him stand out from the crowd, but there's still a deep hurt within. A hurt that says he's too much, that he's always going to be too much, that everyone will only ever see the show he puts on and not the Eddie that he is, deep down.

Enter Steve Harrington, the once-jock-Prom-King-turned-blue-collar-working-single-mother. Steve Harrington, who has a whole lot of love to give to everyone around him. Steve Harrington, who looks at Eddie, sees the Dungeon Master/leading man that everyone else does, and is able to look right past it. A Steve Harrington who brings extra water to game nights, because Eddie's throat always gets sore and he always forgets to pack enough water. A Steve Harrington who always makes sure to order Eddie's favorite pizza, even when the rest of the kids whine and complain about having to pick pineapple off of their slices. A Steve Harrington who wraps Eddie up like a burrito in his coziest blanket when they watch scary movies, and who runs his fingers through Eddie's hair when Eddie starts to get too stressed.

When they finally get together - once Steve is sure that Eddie is, in fact, like him in his preferences - Steve pulls out all the stops. Dates out and dates in. Flowers every time he picks him up. Chocolate and other candies when Eddie's having a bad day. Stopping by the mechanic's shop with a homemade lunch just because he had the time and he missed Eddie's face.

And when they make it to the bedroom, Eddie's pretty certain that he knows what he wants; to be the one in charge, to put on a show.

But then Steve takes Eddie's shirt off of him and kisses his shoulders and calls him pretty and Eddie? Eddie just melts.

Because he's not the Freak here. He's never been The Freak, not to Steve. To Steve, he's the smartest, funniest, sexiest, prettiest, just all around best boy in the entire world. And it just feels right to sink into Steve's love; to let Steve press kisses all over his scarred body, to relish in the way his hands run all over Eddie's skin, to whimper in response to the constant stream of praise rushing forth from Steve's lips - so sweet, so beautiful, so perfect Eddie, my Eddie, my baby, my sweet boy, my darling precious boy -

His orgasm hits him like a freight train, and the feeling of Steve's release on his thighs shortly after feels like benediction.

And Steve? Steve is giddy. Steve is drunk with happiness because Eddie isn't like Nancy Wheeler. Eddie never says enough. Eddie basks in all of Steve's love and asks for more, every single time. And Steve would be Vecna's second-in-command before he'd ever stop giving it to him.

So, yeah. Eddie's maybe a submissive. But it never feels scary, because all he has to do is look at Steve and he sees the way Steve looks back, so open and warm and happy and loving and Eddie knows he can trust him to be the soft, squishy version of himself that's buried underneath all the layers. He can trust Steve with everything - with his submission, with his heart, with himself. And he can't wait to spend the rest of his days taking care of Steve too.

(And while he may be Steve's good boy most of the time, he likes to be a bit of a brat once in a while because hey, he's also a bit of a showman at heart.

Good boy or brat, Steve wouldn't have him any other way.)

[heartbreak-sandwich]

are we down for a sad reader x sad billy get back together smut scene? are we down for that today?

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Alpha!Eddie Munson being asked to help fellow Alpha! Steve Harrington’s knot to stay down longer during sex. As the second Steve gets inside an omega his knot immediately pops. Eddie agrees to help under the conditions that he gets to decide when and where he helps train Steves knot. Of course a few sessions go by with no luck, up until Eddie decides playing with the others prostate could possibly help.

Now Steve doesn't understand how the staffs area of scoops ahoy was the perfect place to test this out for the first time, and he kinds of regrets agreeing to this. Not because he doesn't enjoy it, but because he has to stay silent.

His shorts are currently down to his ankles and his hand’s covered tightly over his mouth as tears roll down his face. His legs are spread out as his cock is pressed uncomfortably between his stomach and the table. Their goal of having him last longer than a second has been met but now his knot is swollen and cock is leaking more precum at each thrust from behind.

Eddie’s purposely thrusting against his prostate. His own Knot starting to catch against Steve’s rim.

Steves very close to having the best orgasm of his life when Eddie pulls out, flips him over and jerks off all over Steve’s agitated knot. Then proceeds to pull Steve’s shorts up, pat him on the ass to be on his way.

“You just told me to help you not knot immediately. Never asked me to teach you how to cum properly big boy.”

[lyralu91]

Writing smut = I NEED this man.

[midnightcinderella]

Leona was always able to hear you coming before he saw you. The anklet you always wore had this section of two pieces that clicked together with every step you took. He could almost call it hypnotic, the regular tempo of the clicks in time with your even steps toward him. Though he supposed that it was hypnotic even when they had no discernible rhythm. He had no problem letting the erratic clicks put him in a trance as they sounded right by his ear, audible only to him over the creaks of the bed

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

If Only They Knew

18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Steve flirts with Eddie in Scoops Ahoy with his ice cream when he realized that Eddie was watching him. . . Other things occur. I couldn't help but write this.

Steve was sitting out in the parlor this time to enjoy his ice cream. It was Sunday, so there weren't any other people in here. He was enjoying the quiet in the brightly colored store, and the fact that there wasn't anyone around to watch him eat. He was always a messy eater when it came to ice cream, and he hated it when people watched him eat it.

Steve was about to take another bite when he felt someone watching him. He looked up to find Eddie Munson watching him curiously, his own ice cream cone in his hand. Steve narrowed his eyes at Eddie. Maybe he'd stop watching if he made it sexual. That always made people look away. Steve kept eye contact with Eddie's big brown eyes as he slowly took a lick of his ice cream, moaning loudly as he did so. He took his tongue and slowly dragged it over lips, keeping up the eye contact as he did so. Eddie's were wide, and his mouth fell open, but he didn't look away. Seriously? Why wasn't he looking away?

A bit of the ice cream dripped on his finger, and Steve scowled. He lifted the finger to his mouth and put the whole digit in his mouth. He began to suck on his finger and looked back at Eddie to find that his beautiful brown eyes had grown dark. Oh, shit, was this turning him on? Steve grew warm at the thought, and he felt a twitch in his pants. Okay, Steve was turned on by this, too. Fuck seriously? The image of Steve taking Eddie behind the mall and pressing him up against the wall as Steve sank to his knees. . . Shit, Steve was beginning to get hard. He moaned loudly, his mouth still wrapped around his finger. He pulled off with a loud pop, trying not to imagine it as Eddie's dick. Eddie's eyes were even darker, and it was downright predatory. Eddie's ice cream was long forgotten. It was now leaning off to the side, the ice cream seconds away from falling off the cone.

Steve put his finger near his mouth, this time raising a second finger. He started to lick the tips of his fingers as he looked at Eddie. He swirled his tongue around his finger for a while, continuing to make moaning noises. The ice cream fell off of Eddie's cone with a splat, but Eddie ignored it. Steve’s eyes went wide as he watched Eddie's hand go under the table. He was as hard as Steve. Eddie cupped himself through his jeans and started moving his hips as he rocked against his hand. Steve slowly sank his mouth down over his fingers until they were completely in his mouth. He started bobbing his head up and down, his eyes fluttering as he completely imagined his mouth around Eddie's dick. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked hard. The arousal was building and building and building. . . Until he came. . .right in his pants. It wasn't long before Eddie did the same thing, his eyes closed with relief.

"MUNSON!" Robin's voice startled Steve out of his revere. "You made a mess all over the place!"

Steve was just as panicked as Eddie was until Steve realized that Robin was talking about Eddie's ice cream. He almost laughed until he realized that he was sitting in his own mess, and he just came in his pants at work. Fuck. He quickly dumped his own ice cream on his pants and cursed loudly.

"Goddamnit! I spilled ice cream on my shorts!" Steve said loudly.

"You started an outbreak!" Robin told Eddie.

"It's just on me!" Steve sighed. "I got an extra uniform in the back."

Although, he was going to have to go without underwear. As he was walking to the breakroom, he briefly saw Eddie smirking at him, and he wondered if Eddie was thinking the same thing. He quickly grabbed his second uniform and hurried to the employee restroom. When he came back out, Eddie was gone. He tried not to think about what had just happened for the rest of the day, but it was difficult around midday when everyone was coming out of church. He grinned delightfully at the thought of the sin he and Eddie committed right here in the parlor. It was even better when a couple of middle-aged women came in complaining about homosexuals. With a grin, he told them the best seat in the house was exactly where Steve had been sitting moments ago. When they were looking where he was pointing, he spat in their ice cream before handing it to them. He nearly giggled when they sat exactly where he told them to.

"I saw that," Robin said.

"Saw what?" Steve asked innocently.

"I don't know why you did that, but I'm just going to say thank you and get back to work," Robin said.

Oh, if only she knew. Steve glanced at the middle age women and smirked. If only they knew.

[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

Their first kiss goes a little bit differently.

[ Movie heights. ]

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"You're as thick as it gets."

Alex knew Henry was upset. He knew it the instant he turned around in the storm of confetti and saw the look on his face. He would have thought Henry was about to be sick, if he hadn't been grinning like the sun just 2.1 seconds ago. Alex knew it in the way Henry pivoted into the crowd to get out of the tent. He knew it as he followed footprints in the snow to the slope of the linden tree, where the branches created a broad umbrella. Thankfully, Alex didn't need to look any further.

And okay, Alex is drunk. Maybe insensitive. He wants to go back to that instant right before midnight, the final seconds of last year, when Henry was beside him, smiling bigger than Alex had ever seen, swaying stiffly because the silly Englishman didn't know how to cut loose...

Alex knew Henry was upset. But he didn't know just how much until he stormed down to him on the little hill of the tree, and narrowed in 2.1 centimeters from Alex's face. Zero, in fact, as Henry gripped Alex's head and captured his lips.

Alex is in no way prepared for how soft Henry's lips are. Nothing has silenced his overactive brain like this before. It tries to catch up and fumbles, wondering if this is some sort of joke but also Henry never jokes like this -

Their mouths open. Their heads tilt in harmony and they slot together like they never left. Alex feels the tip of Henry's tongue on the seam of his lips, and then he's sliding into Alex's mouth. And Alex's jaw is going slack, letting him in. This is like...like smelling food and realizing he's hungry. Realizing he's been ravenous for a long time.

Alex's hands found Henry's waist and swooped around to hold his floating ribs. Henry shuddered and reared back, eyes unfocused while alarm swam in the intoxicated pools.

"I'm. Sorry," he stammered, and Alex could see, one by one, as thoughts and recoil began to slam through Henry's brain. His hands started to fall away from Alex as his eyes diverted to see his way out, to hide from Alex who stood way too close for hiding distance.

Henry begins sliding out of his hands, when Alex tightens his hold. Henry's eyes dart up, mouth on autopilot as he repeated, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Alex breathed, and pressed his thumb into the knot of that silly copper tie, holding Henry in position as he claimed his mouth again.

A weak little moan escaped Henry, and Alex was lost, burying that sound into his dreams and chasing for more. Henry took a moment to feel Alex's sincerity, but when he did, his hands raked into Alex's hair. The tingles across his scalp and nape combined with the blunt intimacy of having fingers in his hair and a moan of his own flew right out of his chest as he broke the kiss long enough to turn his head for another. He briefly saw the effect of his voice on Henry, whose brows tilted together in agony, like he would die if Alex didn't keep kissing him.

Alex stepped up the slope, regaining the precious inch he had on the golden boy and being rewarded for it by Henry's hands tugging him ever closer. Like he wanted Alex inside his suit with him, inside his veins.

Their bodies rocked together until Henry's arms slid firmly around Alex's shoulders, holding on as the latter walked them back towards the tree. An exclamation blurted out of Henry when his derriere landed on the arm of a low branch. The surprise opened his legs and Alex stepped between them, hands slipping underneath Henry's suit jacket. One of Henry's hands grasped Alex's lapel, only to splay across the fabric of his shirt over his chest.

Alex had already been hanging heavily between his legs but as his erection began to kick to standing, it moved along Henry's thigh and groin. That hand slipped down Alex's torso as Henry gasped for air--"Oh, fuck,"--and looked vaguely down to follow the sensation between them. That hand moved around Alex's waist, pulling him right against Henry as a leg hooked behind Alex's knee.

Which was good, because at this point, Alex had no idea how to proceed. His brain, or lack thereof, wanted to rut between Henry's legs like a feral teenager, but dry-humping seemed a bit beneath one of Henry's stock...right?

Henry's panting breath was hot on his face, making Alex completely forget that it was, in fact, snowing. Alex's body needed more of him, and as much as he wanted to be some sort of Casanova with better tact, Alex's hips rocked against Henry's pelvis.

Good news: Henry was not above dry-humping.

Less good news: the effect of him gazing at Alex with low lashes, chest heaving, as his hands found the hillocks of his ass to encourage more, fried Alex's brain beyond all reckoning.

He plundered Henry's mouth, more teeth than lips sometimes and Henry took it all. Alex felt Henry's erection and had never wanted something more in his life. He wanted to see it, to feel it on his bare skin, maybe even taste it -

Henry ripped a moan right out of him when he gripped Alex by the hair and drew him down to his throat. Alex was more than happy to kiss, suck, and bite that neck, only regretting not getting the tie and buttons open first.

Alex didn't know if Henry was even aware he was talking, but he heard Henry exhale, "Alex-ah! I want this. Hahh...I want you to remember me. I want to still taste you tomorrow."

Henry's pelvis was trembling. The reality that Alex was making him cum gave him the biggest power trip and the most humbling desire for servitude, he couldn't think. He could only press his forehead to Henry's and watch, trying to keep his own eyes open as Henry's wrecked face and blissful voice ripped his own orgasm from his control.

One might think post-nut clarity would lend some assistance here, but as they panted in each other's faces, and Alex's lips began to drag along Henry's hairline, he decided, "My room. I want to do this all over again."

"Aren't you the host?" Henry blinked at him. Alex understood his meaning: Aren't you supposed to go back to the party?

"My room," he repeated. "Now."

[cocksley-and-catapult]

this is a rallying cry to the c&c republic. make horny fanfiction. thank you

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

Lust For Life | S.H

Steve Harington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+++ MINORS GO AWAY!!

A/N: This is my first ever Steve fic so go easy on me 😭 I don't have a Masterlist for him yet but when I do I'll link it here

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He couldn't keep his eyes off her. The way her hips swayed side to side with each step she took. The way her skin glistened in the sunlight made her look ethereal. The way she looked when she would step out of the pool and the water dripped off her and hit the ground had Steve's mouth dry.

The way the water dripped off her face and into the valley of her breast had Steve thinking back to last night when he had her legs pressed open on each side of her body as he pounded into her, keeping his mouth wrapped around her perfect nipples.

That's how he ended up in this situation. He had you pressed into the brick wall inside the public pool house as he pounded you from behind, He had your white bikini bottoms pushed to the side as his cock drilled in and out of your tight hole.

He had a hand over your mouth to keep your moans from slipping out and blowing both of yall's cover, his other hand wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you closer to his bare chest.

"Feel so good, baby," He mumbled as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck

As much as you wanted to tell him how good he was making you feel you couldn't get anything out except a whimper. His arm that was wrapped around your shoulders moved and before you knew it you felt a harsh smack against your ass Causing you to let out a muffled scream behind his hand.

He rubbed over the red mark he left on your cheek and slowed his pace, he moved his hand off your mouth and wiped your drool off onto his cock as he pulled it out and began pumping his thick length.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep groan as he pumped his load onto your back, the hot, thick fluid hitting your back made your pussy flutter with need, wishing that he had came inside of you.

You reached back and grabbed his cock and jerked it for him, he threw his head back at the contact, his cock still sensitive with just cumming.

"I need to feel you in me," You whined as you ground your ass against his cock

You felt his cock stiffen back up as he let out a deep growl. He grabbed your right leg and lifted it onto a nearby shelf so he could get a good angle at your pussy.

He grabbed his cock and gently tapped your clit making you fall forward, he smirked as he spits onto his hand and pumped it onto his throbbing member, he guides it to your hungry hole and teases it by pushing just the tip in and out.

"Please Stevie," You whined as you tried pushing back onto him

He slapped your ass causing you to let out a little gasp, he slid his cock along your pussy lips and paid attention to your throbbing clit.

"Please," You moaned as he rubbed his cock along your clit

"Please what?" He asked stopping his movement

"Please fuck me," You whined, he gripped your waist and spit onto his cock and slide it into your pulsing cunt. You both let out Moans as he filled you up all over again.

He fell forward onto your shoulder as he bottomed out in you. You gasped as he dragged his hips out and pushed them back in hitting your G-spot instantly.

You felt his thick and veiny cock move against your warm gummy walls as he trusted in and out of you. Every time Steve pulled out your pulsing cunt pulled him right back in.

You felt him slither his hand down your side and straight to your clit as he rubbed the sensitive bud pushing you closer and closer to your release.

Steve's pace fastened as he chased his own release, but he tried holding off so you could get there before him.

The familiar knot sat at the bottom of your stomach begging to be unraveled. You moaned as you pushed back onto Steve's cock feeling him ram into your G-spot over and over again.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your orgasm came crashing over you like a tsunami, with Steves finger's making figure eights on your clit and his cock abusing your pussy you let out the most pornographic moan.

Steve watched as his cock thrust in and out of your cunt, the cum pouring out of your pulsing walls made a mess on his cock and gathered in the bush of hair above his member.

He pulled out when he felt you place your hand on his thigh signaling him to slow down. He placed his hand around his pulsing cock and pumped his load onto your back once more.

"Fuck, we need to come here more often," You breathlessly giggled as you turned to look at him

He chuckled and grabbed a random white towel from the shelf beside him, he wiped his release off your back and chucked the towel behind him.

"Nah, you just need to wear that bikini more," He smirked as he pulled his swim trunks up

He reached his hand out and placed your bikini bottoms back over your dripping cunt, "Pretty pussy," He mumbled as he patted your cunt

"Round two at yours?" You asked, he smirked at you as he pulled you into a deep kiss

"My little minx," He laughed as he slapped your ass

It was safe to say you both made it to Steve's but you had to call in sick for work the next day since you literally couldn't walk.

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[honey-flustered]

Scoops Ahoy Ken! - Steve Edition Imagine/Headcannon

Inspired by my post which is blowing up because everyone loves babygirl Steve 😫❤️

Ken Doll come to Life!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral (f & m recieving)(implied), nsfw below cut, fluff

So I’m thinking in the scenario where you randomly decide you’d like to buy a doll because you didn’t have a childhood where you got to play with dolls or any toys but as an adult, now on your own, you get to live out your dreams.

So you purchased this limited edition ken doll called “Scoops Ahoy Steve” because you thought he looked so pretty.

One day, you have a dream that he comes to life. Then, some luck of god and the next morning he’s life-sized and alive, sitting in your living room and waiting for you. You’d teach him about life and he’d be such a cute little himbo.

🍦 🍦 🍦 🍦 🍦🍦 🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦

Fluffy Headcanons

I think he’s the type to be very possessive of you because he still has memories of himself as a doll and remembers how well you’ve taken care of him so he’s madly in love with you

He’d try cooking for you but he’s not very good at it—because how the frick do you work a stove without burning everything down?

He knows how to fix a mean ice cream sundae, though 🍨

Scoops Ahoy Steve’s lore is that he’s a part-time babysitter so he’s great with kids and he’d like to imagine that someday you and him could have kids, however that works 🤭

Scoops Ahoy Steve’s personality is very whimsical because he’s always wanting to know about the world. Think of him like Giselle from Enchanted. He’s always so friendly with everyone he meets and loves putting smiles on everyone’s faces.

Whenever you’d curse too much, he’d lovingly call you a “sailor mouth”

Scoops Ahoy Steve makes such a great boyfriend because he loves to be attentive to you like a true Ken doll. He’s very supportive of everything you do and always wants to make you feel special

He loves wearing his sailor suit from time to time even though he has plenty of options of clothes to choose from since you’ve taken him shopping. He especially loves the way you look at him when he’s in it.

He’s very stylish though with his Ken doll background and sometimes will coordinate outfits for the two of you

He never has a bad photo or bad hair day. Ever even if you’ve tried catching him off guard the guy’s a model. Meanwhile, he has tons of photos of you in his phone ranging from cute to down right embarrassing but he loves looking at them whenever you’re not around

He gets a job as a manager to an ice cream place and he’s so happy because it’s what he knows and that the real world’s not such a scary place after all

He eventually adjusts better to our world and figures out he’s good at other things like playing sports and making children laugh. So he dreams of some day going to college to work towards being a teacher or coach 👨‍🏫

Again this man loves you. Like he LOVES YOU and will go all out to prove his love and devotion to you. I’m talking extravagant parties, anniversaries, just any event where he can make it all about you.

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NSFW Headcanons

Scoops Ahoy Steve would find your little ‘toy’ and he’d be so curious but jealous about it like, “Do you play with it as much as you did with me?” And it just be such an innocent question but he wouldn’t exactly understand the implications.

In the world he comes from, sex is nonexistent because everything is meant to be innocent. But he knows there’s more to just being boyfriend and girlfriend because he always gets the sudden urge to hold you down and kiss you, rubbing himself all over you

So when he finally does some research on exactly what that means, he’ll do everything he can to study the ways he can pleasure you

And pleasure you he does! The first time he performs oral for you was such an unsuspecting day because you didn’t see him as the type to be interested in sex. But that day he cooked you a meal he learned from a youtube tutorial, gave you some nice wine to sip on, and, of course, he wears thee suit. Then, once he feels like you’re relaxed enough he’ll start kissing all over your body.

You’d be so hot all over but feel like it’s wrong but he lips just feels so soft, wet against your skin after each kiss. You’d watch him kiss down your body, pulling off down your skirt and underwear and you’d know where this was going.

“You don’t have to do that, Steve. I’d love you even if we never—”

“But I need to,” He’d protest, eyes blown from a feeling of list he’s never experienced before. “I need to taste you.”

When the man eats, he’s a man starved. His studying paid off for sure because you think he’s mastered the art of cunnilingus. Every gasp and whine you make would egg him on and he’d do the most to get you to be as vocal as possible.

He wouldn’t mind when you’d curse all that much knowing how good you must feel. In fact, he’d even test some of those words on his lips as he moans into your core.

“Fuck, you taste so good, love. So creamy and sweet.” He’d groan against your core, thinking of all the various things he plans to do with you now that he’s had a taste. He’ll possibly involve some ice cream play in his next tryst with you.

Loves when you pull his hair and grind against his face because he knows he’s doing a good job

But he doesn’t understand the concept of overstimulation and tears of pleasure so when you weeping and forcing his head away 5 orgasms later, he thinks he did something wrong until you reassure that it’s so good that it becomes painful

He’s still confused asking you to show him so you ask if you could return the favor and you blow the hell out of him and his mind

Aftercare involves him just cuddling you and telling you how lucky he is to have you, hands all over your body to remind you that he loves your body as is even when you don’t always feel like beautiful.

We stan fictional men here! Scoops Ahoy Steve as white boy of the month pls 😘❤️😍

[littleashleylynn]

A Sweet Hostage

Disclaimer: the drawing itself isn’t that s*xual or vi*lent but I am just doing my due diligence so big Tumblr doesn’t slap my wrists lol.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Thinking about visiting Scoops Ahoy to see Stevie whilst he's on his break. Pulling him into a quiet corner of the break room and kissing him all over because you look so cute in your sailor's uniform, Stevie. You leave pink lipstick kisses on his neck as you kiss him. Your wandering hand finds it's way to palm over the growing bulge in those blue shorts. You sink to your knees making quick work of pulling his shorts and and boxers down and taking him into your mouth. It's rushed and hurried, and far from how much you want to please him, but his break time is only so long. He comes with a stifled whimper, his hips stuttering towards your face as he spills over your tongue. Swallowing everything he has to give you, you rise back up to give him one final kiss before making your back out of the break room.

"Enjoy the rest of your shift, baby."

He follows you out of the break room with a dopey, lazy grin playing at his lips.

"Have a good break, did you, Loverboy?" Robin teases, shaking her head at her co-worker's shameless antics.

@itsfreakingbats @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfiregirlxx

[bvtbxtch]

Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader TEASER

I have been a little obsessed with mid 2000s trash pop, so when Stephen by Kesha came on my phone, I got inspired. Here is my delve into my very first Steve Harrington fanfic! I don't have a timeline for it now, since I am in a bunch of shows, but thought I would give a little sneak peek!

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled highschool flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Toxic!Fem! Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it.

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s hand - more or less in front of his girlfriend. 

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you. 

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

More to come sooooooon!

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[out-of-luck-and-minorly-stuck]

Europe? || Robin Buckley x You

fem!reader x Rebel Robin: Robin Buckley

I've liked my best friend for two years now, never said it to her because she might think it's stupid.

It is stupid. Why was I waiting for something that's never going to happen?

Unless, I make it happen. But it's risky, and I couldn't take that risk knowing I could lose my best friend.

And I've known that she’s gay, she told me herself, told me all the things she liked about Tammy Thompson.

I admire Robin, the way she speaks her truth. The way she spoke about the things that she really like, every little thing that she despises, and things that makes her, her.

I like Robin.

But I don't think she feels the same way about me.

It's okay, I think I can totally disregard these feelings and just move on with my life. Hopefully with her by my side… even just as friends.

I sighed, flipping the pages of my book. I was bored, and thinking about shit and not reading the damn book.

Should I procrastinate on my homework? Nope. But would I? Totally.

Procrastination activated.

I tossed my book towards my nightstand, but failed as it falls over the floor. I rolled my eyes, not bothering on getting the book.

Almost passing out on the bed, I heard the phone ringing.

Jesus. This better be important.

"Hey, this is Y/N speaking" I said in a bored tone.

"Y/N!" Robin's voice was heard on the other line.

"Oh, hey Rob!" I said a little too attentively. My nose scrunched, realizing.

"Would you like to come with me to Europe?"

"¿Qué? ¿¿Perdón??"

"¿Puedes venir conmigo a Europa?"

"Jesus, Rob. I heard you the first time. But, what?! Fuckin' Europe?!"

"Y/N, please! I'm not really talking to Dash at the moment, same goes to Milton and Kate. You're the only one left!"

"Not just the second option, but the fourth?! Thanks, Rob. I feel special" I chuckled lightly, teasing her.

"Awe, you are special to me. Now, is that a yes that I hear?"

"Hahaha, yea- no."

"Aww, come on! It'll be fun I swearrrr, pretty pleaseeee, Y/N"

"For how many days?"

"Hopefully forever"

"Rob, I swear-"

[eddiessluttylittlewaist]

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Sailor Outfits and Cigarettes

Warning: Smut, smoking, dirty talk

18+ MINORS DNI

I like the idea that Steve hasn't really slept around that much, but he also likes sex too so when he realizes that he also likes men, he's just like: "Just more people added to the list of possibilities." Like, he realizes before Scoops Ahoy. He's working, and he's going outside for his break when he stumbles upon Eddie Munson smoking. He either just made a deal or was waiting to make a deal. Steve tried not to smoke too often, but he needed one today.

"Could I borrow a cigarette?" Steve asked.

Steve couldn't help but take a real good look at Eddie. It was the hottest day of the year, so Eddie was actually dressed for it. He wore a gray crop top and ripped black shorts that showed off his thighs. Steve could definitely imagine those thighs wrapped around him. His long hair was pulled into a bun, but there was still some hair sticking to the back of his neck, glistening from the sweat. He followed a bead of sweat as it trickled down his skin, and Steve wanted to lick it, to drag his tongue across the skin of his neck, then down to the tattoos peaking from his top. It was a thin top, and he could see his nipples as clear as day. He had piercings. Shit. Steve felt his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck.

"Um. . .no," Eddie said.

"Do you not have another cigarette?" Steve asked.

"I don't give out cigarettes to rich boys in sailor outfits," Eddie said as his eyes raked over his outfit, and Steve could tell by the way his eyes darkened that he liked what he saw.

"What if the rich boy sucked your dick for one?" Steve asked.

Eddie nearly swallowed his cigarette, coughing and spitting it out when it landed in his mouth. Steve tried not to look amused by it.

"Um, don't you work in a mall? Why don't you go in and buy yourself a pack?" Eddie asked, his face red.

"Well, at this point, it's more about sucking your dick than anything else," Steve said as he moved closer to him.

"You seem comfortable in your, um, -"

"Bisexuality?" Steve asked with an amused grin. "I stopped caring about what these mindless assholes think about me or who I like to fuck."

He seemed to move closer to Eddie with each word. He was so close to him now that Eddie could almost taste him. He could almost feel Eddie's skin against his own.

"Have you ever fucked a guy?" Eddie asked.

Steve moved in front of him and put one hand on the wall by his head. Eddie swallowed.

"Almost. I was about to go down on a guy when he panicked and decided to go back to his wife. Though I didn't know he was married. So, no, I still haven't fucked a guy," Steve said.

"Um, I haven't, uh, done anything," Eddie said.

"Not even a kiss?" Steve asked.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Look at me. No one wants this."

"I am looking, and I like what I see. You're hot," Steve said.

"You're just saying that because you're horny," Eddie said.

"I'm horny because you're so damn hot," Steve said.

"Seriously, people hate me. Why aren't you one of them?" Eddie asked.

Steve leaned down to whisper in his ear, his breath tickling his ear.

"You can push me away whenever you want to," Steve whispered, his lips brushing his ear. "I think the reason people hate you is because they're afraid of how much they want to fuck you, how much they want to be fucked by you."

"Man, that's some ridiculous shit," Eddie laughed.

Steve bit his earlobe, and Eddie groaned. Steve could feel him trembling.

"They look at you, and all they see is how wrong you are. They're raised in a world that tells them they have to be absolutely perfect, not a hair out of line. Then they see you strutting down the sidewalk with that slutty little waist with those clothes that scream 'tie me up and tear me apart.' Man, they look at those hands, with those rings, and they want them wrapped around their throat as you try to stop them from screaming your name. They want to writhe under you and ride you like a stallion. They know you're wrong, but they think, 'Oh, I bet he tastes so good'," Steve whispered and licked a stripe up his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

Eddie groaned and rolled his hips up to grind against Steve’s.

"Fuck. . . I think I'm about to cream my shorts," Eddie groaned.

"Can I check?" Steve asked and Eddie nodded.

"Fuck, yeah."

Steve unbuttoned his shorts and slipped a hand inside, wrapping his hand around Eddie's length. Eddie crashed his lips to Steve’s and Steve moaned, then broke the kiss.

"Oh, baby, yeah. You're hard. . .is this for me? Just for me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, just for you, sweetheart," Eddie said as he moved against Steve’s hand.

Steve kissed him, slipping his tongue inside as he massaged Eddie's cock with his hand. Eddie was so close to coming. So close. The backdoor to Starcourt opened suddenly, the door banging open.

"Seriously! Harrington! I am in there working, and you're out here macking on some girl!" Robin shrieked, and Steve broke the kiss. "Oh."

"Seriously, Buckley! I was almost there!" Eddie exclaimed.

"UGH! Harrington! Get your ass back inside!" Robin exclaimed.

"We'll pick this back up later, baby?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Definitely," Eddie said.

Steve walked towards the back door and paused.

"I, uh, have something to take care of first," Steve grinned. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Ugh! Fine!" Robin said, and Eddie went to follow Steve. "Munson, what do you think you're doing?"

"Helping Steve take care of it. Wouldn't want him to walk around the parlor like that, would you?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Listen, Harrington, I don't care who you fuck but if you leave me alone in there for too long I will find you and kill the both of you!" Robin exclaimed and walked off.

"She's nice."

"Isn't she?"

"Let's go take care of you, baby," Eddie said and slapped his ass. "Damn, that thing is bouncy."