BRO THIS IS AMAZING

Eddie was never the same after seeing Steve in the scoops uniform

Now playing… Bad idea by girl in red

Thinking about making out with robin in her suit.

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Just as Robins’s shift ended you pulled her towards the back of the store away from all the prying eyes of customers. “Wha- why did you drag me out all of a sudden?” Robin huffed. “You look hot in a suit Robs, plus your shift is over so.” You answered looking at her with lustful eyes. Robin who had a lot to say less than a second ago had suddenly forgotten everything. The way you were looking at her was making her feel all tingly inside. Without another word, Robin crashed her lips against yours making you moan softly into her mouth. Your hands went up to grab her collar tugging on it. Robin continued kissing you with passion, her hands tangled in your hair. She pulled back panting for air and smirked at you. She lightly whispered, “What if I start wearing the suit at home?”

LOVE

tease

chris sturniolo

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pairing : f!reader x chris

warnings : sexual content (smut)

requested: i got a lot recs asking for teasing, (making him nervous for a change🤗) hair pulling loving chris?? things of that nature.. there’s a lot of requests sprinkled in here! tried to fit them all into one little situation but if you want more lmk💖🫂

NOTE : please save us both the trouble and do not read if you’re against sexual content being written for them!! i don’t need u in my inbox! if you don’t like it don’t read it and don’t bother a bitch about it!! a scroll is simple and effective!! thank u

from your spot on the couch, you hear his key slip into the doorknob. he struggles for a few moments before gently pushing the door open. his hair is messy and wildly strewn atop his head, exhaustion and a tinge of frustration etched into his features. noticing your presence on the couch, his expression softens, and he sighs.

“hi,” he says, his voice near whisper; raspy and low. dragging his legs, he pads over to the couch and places himself at your feet. he rests his elbows on his thighs, his head in his hands.

“hi,” you reply. “you okay?” you question, sitting up so you’re closer to him. you reach out and begin to scratch his back gently. he hums in appreciation.

“just a long ass day,” he answers, closing his eyes and soaking in your soft scratches across his back. his muscles are tense, and he’s warm to the touch. his black shirt clings loosely to him.

“do you want to talk about it?” you inquire, feeling his breathing slow down as you continue your scratching. his muscles begin to relax. you bring your hand up to the back of his neck.

“nah,” he whispers, concentrated on your touch. “keep doing that.”

you tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, your nails softly scratching his scalp. that seems to do it: he moans lowly under his breath, tilting his head down further to provide you better access.

“doing what?” you ask, tone teasing, grabbing a fistful of his hair and lightly tugging.

“fuck,” he chokes, his breath quickening. your cheeks heat. it’s rare that he lets you tease him- but when he does: it’s heaven.

“what?” you ask, continuing the motion. “you like when i do that?”

he nods and groans in reply. reaching his hand over to you and placing it under your thigh, he pulls you to straddle him.

instantaneously, he presses his lips to yours; the kiss quick and feverish. he slithers his hand around your waist, resting his palm flat against the small of your back. you grind your hips down, pressing yourself against him slowly. he breathes shakily into your mouth.

“don’t tease me,” he whispers in between kisses. you grind down onto him again, testing his endurance; or if he will snap.

“what do you want?” you question. his eyes are obnoxiously blue and hungry, his lips are pink and wet.

deciding against a verbal answer, he grasps your hand and places it flat onto his stomach, your fingers grazing the waistband of his sweatpants.

“say it,” you instruct, and he connects your lips again.

“touch me,” he requests, voice raspy in between the kiss. “please, baby, touch me.”

you bring down your hand and palm him over his sweats. his head lays back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed and mouth agape. his breathing is wild and unsteady.

unable to deny him any longer, you dip your hand underneath his waistband, stroking him slowly. his breath hitches in his throat. you lean over to plant soft kisses on his neck, collarbones, and cheeks.

“not gonna last long,” he states, voice slightly strained. “feels so good,” he whispers. “so good.”

quickening your strokes, he squeezes his eyes shut.

“gonna-“ he chokes, unable to finish his sentence; finishing into your hand and the inside of his sweatpants. his cheeks flush red, small whimpers escaping his pink lips.

he waits to catch his breath before opening his eyes and looking at you. he covers his face with both of his palms, embarrassed at how short lived the affair was.

you lean over and pepper kisses all over his knuckles. you feel his lips twist into a smile underneath his hands.

“i need to change my pants,” his voice muffled underneath his palms.

OTP dialogue prompts Pt. 3 (fake dating)

Hey guys, I'm planning to turn this into a series so please send me some tropes, AUs or different OTP dynamics you want to see as Dialogue Prompts.

"Hold my hand you dumbass."

"I'm only doing this to win the bet." "Same here sweetie."

"Rule number one: no catching feelings."

"Why me? I mean, you could ask anyone to fake-date you so why me?"

"This is just the mission."

"Yes we're... totally dating." "We are?"

"For an asshole, you make a pretty good (partner/boyfriend/girlfriend)"

"Wait, you've never been to a fair? That's our next date- fake date I mean."

"I'm pretty sure my mom likes you way more than any of my actual partners."

"We need rules if we're gonna do this."

"What's in this for me?"

"I need to make my shitbag ex jealous and you hate him too. Truce?"

"Oh my God no, they booked us one bed because they think we're actually dating." (leads into one bed trope ofc)

"We make a such a cute couple don't we?"

"Don't worry darling, you can sit on my lap. Gotta sell this to the people don't we?"

"I hate this so much. So much. How'd you talk me into this again?"

"Why is this date better than the real ones I've been on?"

"If this is some plot to confess your undying love for me, you could've just said so."

"I want your hoodie... to sell the dating lie not because it smells like you."

"I think I would've died last year if you told me I was on a date with you." "With excitement or pain?" "Both."

"If this is fake, why do I have to meet your parents?"

"Look, if you do this for me and do a good job, I'll pay you at the end. Seriously."

"I think a broke a rule."

You know, Steve and Robin’s relationship must be fucking confusing for other people, since Steve is a flirt and they get along super well.

You would guess that with time people will get used to it and find it less confusing. I’d love it if it got the opposite of that.

Like, after the kids, especially Dustin, pester Steve too much he finally explodes and says «okay that’s it!» he turns to Robin «Buckley! You and me, date tonight, pick you up at 7.»

And Robin, immediately understanding what Steve has in mind, replies «oh Steve, I thought you’d never ask!»

The kids cheer and they’re happy for a while. Now, when asked, both Steve and Robin say that they’re dating.

Except that they act like always. They joke around, mess with each other, never kiss. They go on “dates” but they are no different from their usual hang out.

One day Dustin spots Steve at the movies with another girl and he’s fuming. He immediately tells Robin which chuckles and ruffles his hair «thank dude but don’t worry, I know about Steve’s hang out with this girl and I don’t mind!»

Another day, they’re all hanging out at Steve’s place and Eddie and Steve are sitting extremely close to one another, talking to Robin who’s all alone on the opposite couch.

Dustin scolds Steve for not sitting next to his girlfriend, which Eddie interject with “but Dusty-bun, I also need some Harrington love! Buckley can’t always have him for herself” making both Steve and Robin laugh too loudly, like there was something more Dustin wasn’t getting.

Eddie and Steve’ skinship gets worse with time.

“It’s like they’re testing Robin’s patience!” Dustin says to the rest of the Party.

One day he even tells Steve to put it to rest otherwise people might think he’s dating Eddie and not Robin.

Steve reassures Dustin that everything is fine.

A month later, Steve and Robin announce that they’re moving in together, and everyone is happy for this important step in their relationship.

What they don’t understand is why is Eddie also going with them and sharing a room with Steve.

“Don’t be absurd, I would never share a bed with my boyfriend before marriage! I am a woman of church” that’s the explanation given by Robin, who has gone to church a total of 5 times throughout her lifetime.

Finally it comes to a halt when the kids do a surprise visit to the trio and find Eddie and Steve in a compromising position on the living room’s couch.

They all stare quietly at each other until Steve breaks it.

«Uh, don’t worry! Robin doesn’t mind…?»

Then chaos ensures.

Blurb!

Kissing Chris n private because Nick and Matt don't know Chris and R are dating

ASK request ( lvrsparadise )

★ blurb!

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"no yeah," matt huffs, standing up from where he sits at the table. "I think it's in my room, let me go grab it." his eyes dart between you and chris, whom leans against the counter with his arms crossed. "you sure you don't have it?"

"if you don't have it I'll go check my room." chris says, running a hand loosely through his hair.

matt nods before heading to his bedroom.

chris peaks around the corner before walking up to you, giggling a quick "hey."

"hi, chris," you smile up to him.

he leans down pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "I've been wanting to kiss you all day," he mumbles, kissing you again.

you cup his face in your hand, deepening the kiss as chris slides a hand to the small of your back to pull you closer.

you giggle lightly before patting his shoulder, "okay, chris, matts gonna be back in like two seconds."

he huffs reluctantly and steps back to the counter. sending you a sweet smile right before matt walks back out of his room.

"I only have the sleeve," he huffs, tossing the vinyl sleeve on the table. "go look, chris."

chris rolls his eyes before heading downstairs to look for the vinyl. meeting your eyes with a smile before disappearing to the bottom floor.

stranger things season 4 but it’s set on modern times and it’s a sci-fi romance:

steve: *half-wet, half-bleeding after getting bitten by bats* come on, eddie. don’t say that. when i first faced a monster, i also ran. sometimes to run is the brave thing. that’s pretty fearless to me.

eddie: *half-falling in love, half-having a breakdown* stop quoting fucking Taylor Swift to me, Harrington.

Open AO3 and see all the shit we did with less than 15 minutes of their screen together.

“Wayne, I have to tell you something.”

Eddie’s nervous out of his mind, he brought Steve with him for support, which he really shouldn’t need, he’s just sitting across the living room talking to his Uncle. Steve’s been great though, insisting on helping Eddie through the aftermath of the Upside Down madness, staying by his side even when everything changed. He lays a hand on Eddie’s knee now, encouraging him to do this.

Eddie just can’t say it. He knows Wayne isn’t like his Dad, he’s not going to send Eddie away when he finds out, but it’s just hard. He’s dumped so much baggage on Wayne through the years and now this, Eddie just can’t do it.

“It’s alright, Ed,” Wayne says after the silence stretches on, “You really think I don’t know already?”

Steve and Eddie exchange a look. “You… you know?”

“Yeah, with the way you two have been attached at the hip, hangin' around keepin' secrets, up all hours of the night. 'Course I figured out somethin' was going on, and I'm fine with whatever it is.”

Eddie breathes a deep sigh of relief, “I mean, I know I’ve dumped some shit on you before, but I just can’t believe you’re really okay with this.”

Wayne assures him, “Ain’t no shame here, son, you can tell me—”

At the same time that Eddie finally blurts out, “I’m a vampire.”

Wayne says, “You’re dating Steve.”

strange love - king!steve harrington x loser fem!reader

everybody wants to know… if we fucked on the bathroom sink.

18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY!

warnings: mean!dom steve, steve is a dick, public sex, light degradation kink, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, reader cries, angsty angst

based on strange love by halsey

thank you as always to my love @onegirlmanytales for beta reading this at like 1 am. 😘

divider credit: @firefly-graphics

You shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.

And you wouldn’t have, if Steve hadn’t practically begged you to make an appearance. It was only going to lead to more heartbreak for you, having to watch him flirt with every girl in the room. It would end with you going home alone, wondering why you weren’t good enough to be on his arm. But you went anyway, your heart outweighing the logical side of your brain. You even made sure to wear your best dress, hoping to catch his eye. But Steve didn’t look your way the entire night, and you felt defeated.

It wasn’t until a piece of notebook paper was tossed at your head, unraveling the crumpled page to find a few words written in his familiar script. Meet me in the bathroom - Steve. You immediately slip the note into your purse, finishing the few remaining sips of the drink in your cup before you make your way to the second floor. You knew the male's house far too well now, having found yourself in his bed more times than you liked to admit.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it was only meant to get back at your cheating asshole of an ex-boyfriend, Troy. You found him in bed with Vicki Carmichael, all because you weren’t ready to have sex with him. As much as it hurt you, part of you was incredibly relieved. Something wasn’t cliquing with the two of you, and deep down you didn’t want him to be your first. Troy and Steve were good friends, so it felt right to ask Steve to be the one to take your virginity. Telling yourself it would royally piss Troy off, but you’d always secretly had a crush on Steve since middle school. That was your real reason, not that you’d ever admit it.

Steve was extremely willing to grant your request, but what neither of you expected was that he would keep coming back for more. You had him wrapped around your finger, without even realizing it. But you both made a promise to keep the whole thing a secret, any plans of revenge being thrown out the window. Now that you weren’t dating Troy you had gone back to your quiet loser status, which you preferred anyway. But Steve couldn’t have that ruining his reputation, so you went along with it. But it didn’t stop the two of you from hooking up multiple times a week, which led you to the present moment.

Your breathing was labored, partially due to the hand covering your mouth. You could hear the bass of the music from outside the bathroom door, so there was no need to be extra quiet. But with Steve it was a necessity… especially in such a public place. With anyone who could press their ear to the door and figure out what was happening. You were bent over the bathroom sink, Steve fucking into you with such a ferocity it made your knees wobble. He had barely let the bathroom door shut before he was on you, tugging your panties down your legs.

“God you’re such a little tease you know that? Wearing this fucking dress, getting me all worked up.”

He’s growling in your ear, whimpering against his hand as he pounds into your cervix. Steve is gripping your hip so hard you know he’ll leave bruises behind, but the harsh action only turns you on more. Knowing how desperate he was to have you, made you putty in his hands. Your own hand is moving between your thighs, finding your bundle of nerves and circling it with your fingers. You glance into the mirror in front of you, watching his face as he continues to ram himself inside you. His honey brown hair sticking to his forehead, eyes meeting yours in the reflection. There’s a knowing smirk on his lips, as he watches you intensely.

“Hm, look at how pathetic you look already honey… letting me use you like a whore. But you like that don’t you? You like being my whore?”

You find yourself nodding, still unable to speak. Steve had fucked any coherent thoughts from you, seeing how ruined he had made you already. Mascara was streaming down your cheeks, looking at your fucked out reflection as he continues to pound into you from behind. Your eyes can't help but focus on him now, seeing how his mouth falls open groaning as you continue to pulse around his cock. He looked so pretty like this, and while you had witnessed it many times now— part of you still was so mesmerized by him. You can feel your orgasm bubbling up in your belly, continuing to rub your clit faster.

“S-Steve!!”

You cry out against his hand, his name muffled as your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes over you. But Steve doesn’t let up his pace, your knees shaking as he fucks you even harder.

“I know you can cum harder than that honey, do it again.”

He nearly growls in your ear, dropping his hand from your mouth and knocking your own out of the way to continue to rub your overly sensitive clit. You’d barely come down from your first high before he has you barreling towards another one. Steve is hitting that sweet spot inside you with perfect precision. Your eyes meet once more in the reflection, that cocky look plastered on his face as you feel yourself falling over the edge again. Gripping the counter with one hand and covering your mouth with the other to muffle the scream that rips itself from your lungs. Your scream mixed with how much you’ve soaked his cock is enough for Steve to break, painting your inner walls with his release.

He finally stills his hips at your deepest point, in an attempt to keep his cum buried inside you. The thought makes you feel a little dizzy, as it was Steve’s secret way of marking you as his. Both of you attempting to catch your breath, the sounds of the party carrying on as if nothing had happened. Steve finally releases your hips, as you grip the counter to hold yourself up. You whimper as he slides out of you, suddenly feeling empty. The male is quick to tuck himself away in his jeans, roughly pulling your panties up your legs. You can feel his cum beginning to pool in the lacy material, the dirtiness of it making you flush more.

“Wait a few minutes before you come back downstairs, yeah?”

Is all he says before he’s slipping out of the bathroom, running a hand through his thick brown hair. The door closes softly, and that feeling of shame washes over you again. You shouldn’t be surprised by this, it always ended the same way each time. But you can’t stop the tears from flooding your vision, sitting down on the edge of the tub. You let the traitor tears fall for a few minutes before standing once more, trying to collect yourself before returning to the party. You cleaned up the mascara from your cheeks, fixing your hair before finally descending the stairs on shaky legs. Making your way back into the sea of people, what you find in the living room feels like a punch to the gut.

Steve is on the couch, another girl already straddling his lap with her tongue down his throat. You can only stand to watch for a moment, bolting out of the room and into the kitchen in search of another drink. Thankfully the kitchen was almost empty, except for a familiar brunette sipping on a soda. You don’t say anything to the male, grabbing a bottle of vodka and bringing the rim to your lips. Jonathan looks at you concerned, immediately rushing to your side in an attempt to get the bottle from you. You give him a dirty look before taking another swig, before he finally wrestles the bottle from you.

“Hey, that’s enough now. I think I should take you home.”

The only reason Jonathan was even there in the first place was to be your ride, he hated these parties. And he especially hated Steve Harrington. But he was your best friend, and he would’ve done anything for you. And right now anything consists of getting you home before you do something stupid. Jonathan sets the bottle on the counter before lightly setting his hand on your waist to guide you through the house to the front door. The vodka you had just chugged was starting to kick in, as you stumbled alongside him. What you didn’t notice in your drunken state though was a pair of honey eyes watching you from across the room, jaw clenched in jealousy as Jonathan helped you out into the warm summer night.

there will be a follow up part or two to this, don’t you worry.

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