#꒰ 666 : steve harrington ꒱

[vveakfish]

hes just saying things

#superboy #conner kent #had him on the brain today #saw someone make a steve harrington as tweets post and was like #kon would say shit like this too #𓆟 #666 #oohhhhh baby boy u broke 1k b4 my tim post #good job kon #kon.pdf

[ghosttotheparty]

king steve and the freak

#more poetry I Guess #check comments for what it says if my handwriting is illegible for u #also i gave steve a 666 tat bc i think he’d get it in a burst of late onset teenage rebellion #and he has eddie’s bat tattoo on his arm with the scars he got from being dragged by the bats #and he has seven leaves on the tattoo on his knee for his seven kids #(eddie has a d20 die tattoo on his arm w the seven showing for the kids) #(and he has a crown on his chest for his king) #(also they’re both wearing possible wedding rings idk it’s up to you) #steddie #steddie fanart #steve harrington #steve harrington fanart #punk steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart

[suitte23]

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[aliea82]

^^^^^^^^^^^^^ got to love when you get this number on a Steddie post.

This is the current number on one of my What if series, love that it got people liking and reblogging it and that even now it's still being seen.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #ao3 author #steve harrington #steve and eddie #steddie drabble #thank you #ao3 #ao3 writer #666 #likes #reblogging #love you all

[darcotzcrolet666]

#darcotzcrolet666 #anime #anime aesthetic #anime edit #fat anime #minecraft #titaness #creeper #steve harrington #angel number 666

[makeadealwithdean]

makeadealwithdean’s friday fic list - stranger things

here's a list of the fics i've read this week (8/26/22) and highly, highly recommend! these fics are not mine and belong only to the writers, so writers, if you don't want to be mentioned on here, message me, and i'll take you off no questions asked! also, most of these fics are smut and 18+ ONLY, so minors dni!!

steve harrington:

~ i want to touch you * by @poeticandors (my note: this whole series is PHENOMENAL, probably my favorite steve series <3)

~ pretending * by @poeticandors

~ perv!steve * by @creelteeth

~ put away my pride * by @wtfsteveharrington

~ baby, baby, baby * by @pixiemunsons

~ the king (pornstar!steve) * by @poetrieshouse

~ sex education * by @sortagaysortahigh (my notes: my other very favorite steve series)

~ fake it 'til you make it by @thefreak-thebanished

~ power trip * by @silkscream

~ car troubles * by @hellfiresangel

~ private eyes * by @peachesworld96

~ you shook me all night long * (series) by @pinkchubbiebunnie (my note: i LOVE this series sooooo much <3)

~ needy * by @bvmbshell

~ cloud 9 * by @sortagaysortahigh

eddie munson:

~ the dungeon master * by @chaoticmunson

~ 18 * by @chaoticmunson

~ vanilla * by @fan-fantasies

~ BOO? * by @eagerbby

~ nice bracelet * by @starbxcks

~ cover girl * by @eddies-perm

~ out loud by @iheartyouyou

~ menace by @retrobutterflies

~ groupie * by @hellfirebabes

~ birthday surprise * by @hellfirebabes

~ the crescent moons by @huffle-pissed

~ freak * by @evergreencowboy

~ eddie teaches you guitar * by @forever-rogue

~ eddie x shy bsf!reader * by @mypoisonedvine

~ you're so cute * by @pixiemunsons

~ alternative payment * by @letterstotheflre

~ nice fucking try by @itsoutrageouss

~ pink is metal * by @sinnerlillith

others/multi:

~ friends with benefits * by @poetrieshouse (steve x reader x eddie)

~ vodka & watermelon chapstick * by @wtfsteveharrington (steve x reader x robin)

~ silk dreams * by @msgorillagripcoochie (steve x reader x eddie)

~ role play * by @corrodedhawkins (joseph quinn x reader, eddie munson x reader)

~ not your boyfriend * by @little-moonbeam-666 (joseph quinn x reader, eddie munson x reader)

~ enough * by @hellfiresangel (steddie x reader)

~ choice encounters * by @latelyanobsession (billy x reader x steve)

~ unexpected call * by @444awhore444 (billy hargrove x reader)

~ only love can hurt like this * by @strangerbitxhs (billy hargrove x reader)

~ ruined makeup * by @tommydarlings (billy hargrove x reader)

~ dumb baby * by @sadiesuns (billy hargrove x reader)

~ i'll be the judge by @luvfae (steve x reader, robin x reader)

go give these talented writers some love! and remember to reblog and comment if you can- it really helps creators <3

shameless plug: here's my main masterlist. i write for steve and eddie too :)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fics #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #ficrecs #makeadealwithdean #makeadealwithdeans friday fic list

[hellfireclubmember]

The Cake Attack of ‘87

a/n: this is just a short fluffy relationship fic. also I currently have 666 followers and thought that was neat. Thank u to anyone that reads this and enjoys it.

w/c: 1,350

pairing(s): boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: Steve is excited to be throwing his best friend a surprise birthday party. Unfortunately, his friends are idiots and he ends up with a face full of cake. Good thing his girlfriend is there.

warnings: sort of curse words, idk if the word i used is considered cursing but jic. soft girlfriend and boyfriend type beat

It was Robin Buckley’s 19th birthday and Steve was far too excited to throw his best friend her very first surprise party. He had been running around Hawkins, sneakily buying bags of party streamers and quietly shoving helium balloons into his car, all week. You were in charge of getting all the food; pastries, chips, the cake. This was a very important task, something Steve continued to emphasize, because it’s not really a birthday party without the birthday cake. He also kept telling you that he trusts you with this very important mission because you’re the person he trusts the most, which is a load of crap. You’re just the only other person with a license that doesn’t drive like a maniac.

Steve was on a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room when you walked into his house. His cheeks were flushed, pieces of tape between his lips, as he attempted to stick purple streamers to the ceiling.

“Hey, Stevie.” You walked over to his kitchen and put the cake down with the other sweets. There were plates full of cupcakes and cookies on the counter. A myriad of drinks and bags of chips. Maybe Steve had gone a little above and beyond considering the amount of people coming but honestly, it was really sweet.

“Hey, sweetheart. Got the cake?” You walked back into the living room where he was trying to get a mess of tape off his hand. The chair he was on wobbling a little as he flailed his arms. You sped walked over to him and grabbed his hand, gently peeling the pieces of tape off his hand. “Thank you.” He mumbled, stepping off the seat and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, one vanilla birthday cake.” You reached down for his hand, pulling him into the kitchen with you. The white cardboard box, with the words ‘Giovanni’s Bakery’ spread across the top, sat nicely among the other treats “You know, I think this is very nice of you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, looking up at him. “You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, Harrington.”

A wide smirk spread across his face. “Yeah? Am I the best boyfriend a girl could ask for?”

“Well….”

“(y/n).”

“Yes, Steve.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Steve’s smirk was replaced by a big dumb grin. He brought you in for a kiss, hand on the back of your head.

The doorbell rang throughout the house, immediately followed with incessant knocking. “C’mon, Harrington! It’s hot out here.” Eddie’s voice was slightly muffled by the door. Dustin’s voice not far behind.

“Yeah, open up.”

-

Robin had been sufficiently surprised. Actually, when she walked through the door and everyone yelled out, she threw her water bottle at the nearest child. Mike was winded for a few seconds but got over it quickly.

“Awww Stevie, you did this all for me?” Robin’s arm was flung around your shoulders as she spoke. She was making light of the situation but her heart felt so full. No one had ever done something so nice for her. There aren’t a lot of moments when Steve and Robin tell each other how much they care for one another and this felt like Steve’s way of saying just that.

“Oh yeah, you should’ve seen him.” You slid your arm around Robin’s waist. “He was a decoration fiend. Driving around, car full of balloons.”

“You’re both annoying.” Steve rolled his eyes with absolutely no real annoyance. There was nothing he loved more than watching you get along with your shared friends.

You weren’t originally part of the group. When Steve asked you to officially be his girlfriend, he was actually quite nervous about introducing you to his friends. He was so scared they would run you off. His anxiety proved to be unnecessary because you were welcomed with open arms by everyone. Even Max was a fan. “Whatever, happy birthday, nerd.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, Robs.” You kissed her cheek. “Oh! The cake. We must abide by tradition and awkwardly sing happy birthday.” You clapped your hands and excitedly went to go grab the cake. Steve started gathering everyone, herding them to the kitchen table. The cake was now on a pretty crystal stand. You were very careful, gently putting it down on the table in front of everyone. There were unlit candles on the top of the sweet dessert. “Right, we need to light those. I’ll go look for a lighter.”

While you were in the kitchen, rummaging through drawers you heard some loud chattering immediately followed by a thud. You rushed back to where everyone was standing. All of them looking very guilty. Your beautiful boyfriend was standing in the middle of everyone, face covered in vanilla frosting, large chunks of sponge cake littered around his hair. Robin and Eddie were standing to the side, neither of them able to meet your eyes. Both of them clearly the culprits behind the cake attack. You would have to deal with them later.

“Baby, what have they done to you?” You scraped some frosting off his eyelids so he could finally open them. He still couldn’t really open his eyes, squinting to be able to look down at you.

“Just point me in their direction so I can kill them.”

“No murder right now, tiger.” You intertwined your fingers, carefully leading him up the stairs. “Gotta get you cleaned up first.”

-

In the bathroom upstairs Steve was sitting on the closed toilet, your hand holding his face still. You were wiping his face clean with a moist towel, trying your absolute best to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to irritate his skin. His hand was on the back of your thigh, softly rubbing circles with his thumb. He was looking up at you, adoration clear in his eyes. The moment was so sweet, it filled his heart with pure unadulterated happiness.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop the hooligans.” You picked a particularly large piece of sponge cake out of his hair.

“It’s alright, better me than you, sweetheart.” He put his hand on your hip and shot you a wink.

“Alright, Romeo.” You scoffed, trying your best to get all the frosting out of perfect hair. “Want me to just wash your hair, babe?”

“Please.” Steve pouted, loving all the attention you were giving him. He was usually trying his best to take care of everyone around him so he was taking full advantage of the situation.

-

Steve was then sitting on a chair that he had dragged into the bathroom, his head on the cold marble of the bathroom sink. A really uncomfortable position, but he’s not complaining, not when he has your fingers in his hair. The anger he had felt earlier when Eddie and Robin pushed his face into the cake completely gone now.

“I’m a little scared that they’re down there by themselves.” You said, sitting down on his lap as you rinsed the suds out of his hair. Gently kneading the last bits of cake out.

“Baby, in this moment I don’t really care.” His eyes were closed, just enjoying the feeling of your magic fingers expertly massaging his head. “They can break whatever they want.”

He was being serious. He loved how you took care of him; you were so attentive and caring. Steve had always felt clingy in his relationship with Nancy, and you never made him feel that way. You both loved each other and cared for each other, he was finally happy. Nancy might’ve been his first love but you were his great love, he was sure of it.

A crash was heard from downstairs, making you both jump. “(y/n) it wasn’t me I swear!” You heard Lucas call up the stairs.

You sighed and rested your forehead on Steve’s shoulder. He was laughing.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing; this is your house.”

You felt his laugh come to a stop. “Those little shits.”

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[ihni]

The best gifts are the ones someone put some thought into

For @harringroveweek day 2, "Steve Harrington's Jockstrap" (+ the daily set word count of 666 words)

(Read on AO3)

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Billy had explicitly stated that he didn’t want a celebration. Which was probably exactly why he was now sitting in the couch at Hopper’s cabin, wearing a glittery party hat (against his will), flanked on both sides by Steve and Robin Buckley respectively, and being forced to blow out the nineteen candles on the cake that had been placed on the coffee table in front of him. Because the little shits never listened. Or, according to Steve, they listened ... and then did their best to do the exact opposite of what they’d been told to do.

Said little shits were all sitting on the floor around the table, ready with their plates to dig into the cake (courtesy of Mrs. Byers, who was standing with Chief Hopper in the corner of the room; they were also watching, but at least they kept their distance, unlike Max and her little friends). Rolling his eyes and sighing, Billy blew out the candles and endured the cheering and clapping as he did. He got a kiss on the cheek, and glanced over at Steve, who smiled at him from under his own glittery party hat.

“Cake!” Mrs. Byers proclaimed, just before the kids descended on the cake. “Then presents!”

She made good on her threat twenty minutes later, when everyone had gotten their fill of sugary sponge cake and blue frosting. Billy, who was still trapped between Buckley and his boyfriend – no doubt they had planned it like that so that he wouldn’t be able to escape, knowing he wouldn’t be used to being in the center of this kind of attention – had no choice but to bite back his protests and let them pile a small mountain of presents on the table in front of him.

Not looking anyone in the eye, he reached for the first one – he wouldn’t get out of it at this point, so he might as well just get it over with.

He got a shirt from Mrs. Byers, a handwritten ‘get out of jail a speeding ticket’ card from the Chief (who knew the man had a sense of humor?), a copy of “Rocky Horror” on VHS from Buckley (which, he never should have told her he liked that movie, now she wouldn’t shut up about it) and four different comics (two Marvel, two DC) from Max’s little friends. It was more presents than he’d ever gotten for a birthday before, and he hadn’t even gotten to the ones from Steve or Mrs. Henderson yet. Feeling warm, but less in a feverish way and more in a pleasant way, he reached for the next box on the table. This one was badly wrapped in something that looked like taped-together napkins, and there was no name on it.

“It’s from me,” El said, probably having seen him turn it over to try to find a card.

He gave her a small smile as he set about opening the box. When he got it open, it took him a second to understand what he was looking at. A second during which Steve and Robin both leaned in to see what it was. When understanding dawned, Billy squeaked and shoved the flaps of the box closed, face burning. Next to him, Steve choked on air.

“Uh, El?” Robin said from the other side of him. “Is that a … jockstrap?”

Eyes wide and guiltless, El nodded. “Yes,” she said, before informing them helpfully, “It’s Steve’s.”

Billy squeezed his eyes shut. God, no.

“Why are you giving Billy Steve’s jockstrap?” the Chief asked, and oh great, he’d walked closer and was now standing just behind them.

“You said good presents should be something that a person likes,” El said. “And Billy said he loved this.” She smiled angelically and looked proud as she added in a conspiratorial whisper; “I snooped.”

Hiding his face in his hands, Billy pressed the box to his chest and wished for death. Steve was stammering next to him. Robin burst out cackling.

#i love imagining billy getting presents and a good day #billy hargrove #harringrove #ihni writes #harringroveweek

[femalevil]

where were we?

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, balls fetish and mentions of m receiving oral

word count: 666

obs: a special thanks to my dear @indouloureux​ who beta-read this and also encouraged me to post it. i love you bestie, thank you so much. this is my first time ever writing something so i just want to apologize earlier if it's not good or for spelling errors <3 enjoy!

the agonizing silence of the residence was something that always bothered you in your core, something that you never shared with your best friend, although he seemed to notice your slightest discomfort when you spent the night in the house with him due to his parents' lack of presence, but now with the walls of the living room filled with steve's low groans and soft moans this discomfort of yours seems to be something long forgotten.

your mouth was busy capturing his balls with strong sucks while the sweetest and most innocent look fell on your face hiding the true intentions from within. its length began to quiver against the bare frame of its abdomen above your kneeling self, the tiles were cold and the contrast with your burning body made you shiver.

by far the best part of having a colorful friendship with Steve was being able to listen to your name fall from his lips in these kinds of moments. It was like praying for a goddess and you weren't the kind of person who likes to brag, but Steve made you feel like a divinity. his uneven breath and sweaty skin  made a satisfied smile grow on your face, white teeth scratching against his sack what resulted in a tilt of his head in your direction as a encouragement to continue what you were doing before but ignoring his silent instruction you just put your hand on his cock positioning it against your swollen, reddened lips, and with just one movement he was filling your mouth.

"f-fucking hell sweetheart! just stay put for me, okay?" his hands moved to your hair for support and within seconds your throat was invaded by the strong thrusts of his cock against your hollow. salty tears started to go down your cheeks, the eyes that once stared at him were now closed in a failed attempt to concentrate on taking the full length of him without choking and the attitude was repressed by a slap that hit the right side of your face. "don't you dare taking those beautiful fucking eyes off of me, understand?" with that, your eyes opened letting more tears fall to meet his gaze which always brought slivers down your spine, and in that moment sent a surge of electricity directly to the nerve between your legs. "good gi-"

his sentence was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone beside the couch, his hips stopped and your mouth turned away from him allowing air to finally come to your lungs. steve's face was twisted into an expression of frustration and annoyance, this was the 5th time the telephone rang that night interrupting you both all five times. he was about to pick it up when your knees left the ground and with a quick movement, you got it before him.

sending him a playful look you put the phone on your ear and with a high-pitched voice started: "harrington family mortuary and steakhouse, you kill 'em, we grill 'em! this is karen speaking, what can i get started for you today?"

steve's eyes got wide and for the most shocked he looked a laugh left his lips and you almost followed him but the familiar voice on the other side of the line made you roll your eyes into your skull "can you tell steve to pick the talkie up!" dustin henderson's scream made your ears hurt and with a quick "he will be free to attend babysitter duties  in 10 minutes, bye!" you hung up the call and came to sit on your friend's lap, his arms automatically coming to hug your hips while you felt his length hard against your thighs clamming for attention.

"so… where were we?"

"10 minutes? only?" his smirk made you smile and without any warning one of your hands wrapped his cock, squeezing it against your palm, making the smile on his face quickly turn into a gasp "okay, i think 10 minutes will be enough" 

#stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #joe keery #joe keery smut #joe keery x reader #joe keery fic #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #♡ mine

[alwaysteveswife]

Titanic | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader (part 1)

Sorry, it took longer than I wanted to do this chapter, but I needed to redo the scenes where it was difficult to make the gender change fit in. Anyway, I'll try to upload more often 🥲.

(Short, I know, but it's five in the morning and I'm about to fall asleep listening to the Titanic soundtrack).

Words: 666

It had been more than three hours since the ship had sailed. Most of the passengers already had their belongings out of their suitcases, arranged in the trunks in the rooms or lying on the bed in complete disarray.

Robin and Y/N, like those many people, had stowed their few belongings in the small trunks given to the lower class.

The room was no big deal. It was small, so small that there was only a single berth, a nightstand and the trunk. Despite that, the girls couldn't have been more excited. Y/N had spent the last three hours going over how much money they had won in the bet, and Robin, on the other hand, had been pacing around the harried room, prattling on about how this was her dream come true.

"We have to go, Y/N, it's the welcome party, or boat, what difference does it make? it's a free party!" Robin insisted, sitting down on the floor next to her best friend and only confidant "it'll be fun, I promise."

Y/N let out a giggle so low that, if it weren't for Robin's incredible hearing, she wouldn't have even heard it. "Why don't you go by yourself? I don't feel like going out at this hour, it was too emotionally packed a day."

"I know, I know, but it'll only be ten minutes, after that you can come back here and rest" Robin pleaded, taking Y/N's hands and squeezing them gently "Please?".

She just rolled her eyes, causing a big smile to settle on Robin's face. She had won.

Y/N took a big breath of fresh air, letting out a big sigh and relaxing his muscles. Contrary to what she thought, the party had been very hectic. There were people dancing everywhere. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes flooded the room that could barely cope with all the people in it. Yes, it was suffocating, but it wasn't unpleasant to the point of vomiting either, or at least that's what Y/N tried to tell herself as she remembered the countless number of people she saw getting drunk until they passed out.

She stretched both arms above her head, walking across the deck of the ship slowly. It was quite late, so there weren't many people next to her, except for a few night workers watching from above.

She reached into her right pocket, pulling out a cigarette that, much to her regret -or so she tried to convince herself- she had been forced to steal.

She lit the fire as easily as an expert smoker could, perhaps she was. She sat on a bench near the ship's rail, taking a long puff of smoke and staring up at the night sky. It looked splendid.

She closed her eyes for a moment, barely a few seconds, seconds that were enough for quick, heavy footsteps to come towards her at full speed. When she opened her eyes there was no one in front of her. She looked both ways, stifling a gasp as she saw a smartly dressed man start to climb over the railing.

"Wait!" came from Y/N's lips, so loud and sure that even she couldn't believe she had said that. "Don't do it," she said, watching every move expectantly, slowly approaching.

And then, as if he was waiting for her to speak to him -or at least Y/N wanted to think so- the boy turned away.

The air caught in her throat as she saw him face to face. He was beautiful. There was a lot of wind, enough to ruffle his chocolate brown hair, his eyes looked dark but bright at the same time, they looked as if they were searching for a reason to live.

And Y/N set out to give it to him, even if it would only be temporary.

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[lazybakerart]

Not a prompt per se but thinking of Billy's freckles! So many constellations on warm skin (and so many paths for Steve to follow with his lips aaaaah)

When Steve's drunk off watery beer and a couple fists of whiskey from his dad's office, he sits on Billy's lap and complains about Nancy. Brenda. Tiffany. That one girl from U.S Gov. who said she wasn't ready and blew him instead then didn't call afterwards.

Billy gets the center row, face-full view of Steve Harrington moping and swaying on his lap and asking Billy, am I not hot? aren't I hot? do girls just not like hot guys anymore?

And Billy hasn't got much to say to that. Girls aren't his thing. Girls waste good guys like Steve. They dump him and expect him to play friends after. Billy's an asshole, but he ain't that kind of cruel.

When Steve's high, when he's singing Billy Joel soft in Billy's ear, that's when there's trouble. High noon shit.

Billy's choking on crappy, dried out Indiana weed, sticking to the leather on the Harrington's basement couch and trying to not snap and bite at Steve's twitchy fingers. Itching to touch. Itching to make Billy say something like get your dick out and can we be friends?

Steve's kneeling on the floor, making crooked shapes across Billy's cheeks and laughing, snorting, tears at the corner of his eyes type of hilarity Billy's not invited to and Billy's good with that. Takes the touch and soaks in it and hopes he remembers this when he's stuck sober.

He's fine with Steve going a little nuts on him until the pen comes out.

Billy grabs Steve by his wrist and gets a pink-lipped pout for it.

"But," Steve whines, "I wanna see what shape you make."

Billy stares at him and it's the next wrong thing to do on a list of wrong and Steve Harrington, but he keeps at it, heart in his throat, love wrapping its shitty little hands around his neck.

"What?" He says.

Steve wiggles his fingers. Clicks the pen a few times and tries for it, except he's bone-melting high. Doesn't realize he should keep his defenses up when it's just him and Billy. Too busy on the upper deck to realize Billy's grabbing for his ankle.

"Your - your freckles, genius." Steve says then droops then pinches Billy's cheek when he remembers he has a whole other hand to work with. "I wanna connect the dots. Have you done it before? What shape do they make?"

Freckles. Dots. Connecting them. Billy thinks if there is a shape, it's 666 and maybe the grass has sunk a little further into his head because he lets go of Steve's wrist and he watches, wide-eyed, ready for a pen tip to the cornea, as Steve sticks his tongue out and closes in on him.

Having his attention on him. This close. No one else around. The pen drawing soft lines back and forth. Billy gets thoughts. He gets ideas. He thinks about the boys from back home. He thinks about Neil and he thinks about Steve and he thinks about how he looks after a game and if he'd look like that after Billy's done with him.

"Oh my god." Steve leans back and there's that smirk and Billy knows - he's been played. Steve bites the pen's tip. His tongue is dotted in black ink. "You've got a dick on your face, Hargrove."

He's hightailing it out the backdoor before Billy can make a grab for him and there's a splash and a shriek from the Harrington's pool and Billy thinks about the best place to bury Hawkins' golden boy.

#replies #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my stories #steve: ruining good moments because he's high and dumb

[starkstruck27]

Harringrove Week Day 2

Prompt(s): To Be Happy, Porterhouse Steak

Dialogue Challenge: "So, did you get what you wanted?"

Word Count: 666

Tw(s): none

“So, did you get what you wanted? Because I already told you you can order anything your little heart desires,” Steve asked as he returned to their table. It was Billy’s birthday, so he’d decided to take him out for dinner. He had already been planning on it, and since his parents were in town, he invited them along, too. After all, what better time would there be to introduce them? That’s how they ended up at such a fancy restaurant, even though Billy already told him he didn’t want his birthday to be a big thing.

“I got the only thing on the menu that I was able to pronounce, if that’s what you’re asking,” Billy said, grinning and taking his boyfriend’s hand under the table. 

“Even though I told him how to pronounce everything and told him what it was,” Steve’s mother, Marjorie, added in. 

“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Harrington, but if I can’t pronounce it, I’m not going to put it in my mouth,” Billy said, “Besides, I like a good Porterhouse steak.”

“I can understand that,” Marjorie said, “but what I can’t understand is why you keep calling me ‘Mrs. Harrington’. You’re making me feel like an old lady! I told you, call me Margie.”

Billy blushed a little with a sheepish smile, but Margie only laughed and winked at him. She liked him, and Steve’s father, Peter, seemed to like him, too, even though he was a man of very few words. Still, the ones he did say seemed only approving of the young man. Both Peter and Margie could tell that Steve was completely head over heels for Billy, and it seemed like they were good for each other. 

Margie could already picture the beautiful wedding they would have, and the grandchildren they would indefinitely adopt that she would be able to spend her retirement looking after. Peter could imagine it, too, but he was more focused on the sizable check he would probably have to write to make it all a reality. He didn’t mind it, though. He knew Steve grew up practically raising himself, and that he was often hard on his boy, even if he wasn’t there to help him learn to better himself. He and Steve butted heads more often than not, but Peter loved his son, and he would do anything to make sure he and anyone he cared about was happy. 

Dinner went a lot better than Steve could have ever imagined. Not that he was expecting disaster, but he just never knew what to expect with his parents. But by the time the meal was over, Billy had Margie fawning over him and Peter discussing some sort of business thing that he and Margie didn’t understand. Peter had even started laughing at one of his jokes at one point, but it wasn’t the stiff, stale laugh that he used when one of his colleagues made a joke. He actually thought it was funny, and it made Steve happy that his parents had taken to his boyfriend so quickly.

After they’d finished eating, Steve waved over the waiter and told Billy to get whatever kind of dessert he wanted. Billy chose cheesecake with strawberries, and just as the waiter had gone, Billy stood up to use the restroom before dessert.

“I’m glad you guys like Billy so much. You do like him, right?” Steve asked, suddenly nervous.

“Of course we do! He’s a very nice young man,” Margie said, taking a sip of her wine.

“Good, because I think I’m gonna ask him to marry me tonight. You guys… don’t have a problem with that?” Steve asked, tightening his fist around the box in his pocket.

“Of course not, honey! I’m so happy for you!” Margie exclaimed, smiling brightly.

“Dad?” Steve asked, sucking in a deep breath and holding it.

“Well,” Peter said, sipping his whiskey with a smile, “I gotta hand it to you, son, that is one hell of a birthday present.”

#HarringroveWeek #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington

[munsontm]

CHARACTER / BLOG ASSOCIATION.

animal(s): dog but also fox.

colour(s): black and red with a splash of purple.

month: october

song(s): dio / rainbow in the dark, w.a.s.p. / wild child, dio / straight through the heart, black sabbath / n.i.b., guns n' roses / sweet child of mine, iron maiden / the trooper, t.n.t. / acdc, w.a.s.p. / I wanna be somebody, motley crue / shout at the devil, black sabbath / children of the grave, dio / last in line, black sabbath / the wizard, slayer / raining blood.

number: 666

day or night: night.

plant(s): cactus, sunflower, cannabis.

smell(s): weed, smoke, leather, occasionally cologne, steve harrington...

gemstone: onyx or garnet

season: summer.

place(s): trailer park, the hideout, alleyways, decrepit buildings, bed, corroded coffins hideaway in the woods, the streets at 3am, Jeff's house, family video.

astrological sign: scorpio with sagittarius cusp.

element:  a horrid mixture of water and fire.

drink(s): beer, any kind of booze actually, every flavour slushee, dr pepper, yoohoo, cherry cola.

#𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 : 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. 🎸 #i really could have kept going with the music lmao

[p-antomime]

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 666.

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!hawks, somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation, theoretically mutual masturbation also, a bit of praise, nipple play, cum play.

pairings: keigo takami x fem!reader.

my kinktober list!

"I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetic, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric."

His head felt like shards of broken glass being picked up by consciousness that was slowly being regained. From last night the only thing Hawks could remember was how much you and he had been drinking, but at what point exactly did you guys get home? Probably Dabi had used Hawks' car to drop the two of you off at his place, since leaving the two of you on your own was out of the question.

Now it was exactly November 1, the morning after Halloween and as was the Todoroki custom, there was a huge party. While you were dressed up as Cher Horowitz from Clueless, your boyfriend was Steve Harrington from Stranger Things. But there wasn't even a remnant of your respective Halloween costumes, as now, in the morning, both of you are totally naked, just a rather thin white sheet covering yours bodies.

And, well, Hawks had been awakened by some soft, low sound, but only after hearing it again did he open his eyes and look for the source of that sound. And it was you, lying next to Keigo, immersed in a deep sleep with your thighs pressing against each other and one hand clutching the sheet hard enough to make your fingertips turn white.

"Oh, my girl is so cute and dirty, perfect for me", Hawks would think as inevitably the urge to want to touch her body made itself present in his hands to the point that he felt electric waves travel down his back as soon as his fingertips brushed against his thighs to push one away from the other.

— Yes, pretty girl, let me help you. — Keigo whispered more to himself than to you, who continued to sleep peacefully, oblivious to the events outside of whatever situation was unfolding in your dreams.

Leaning over your body after leaving your legs wide open, Hawks spread your folds apart and ran his tongue over his lips as he noticed your leaking entrance, begging him to widen your walls using his cock or fingers. And soon his digits were moving in and out of you as his other hand pumped his cock up and down at a gradually faster pace, his mouth latching around your nipples and taking turns sucking, licking, and kissing each one.

The moans escaping in a ragged manner from deep in your throat were the only stimulus he needed to increase the movements inside you and on his own cock. The sweat from his forehead dropping onto the laps of your breasts because he was now staring at your face only to amplify his own fantasy of cumming in you and spoiling the angelic image you were presenting him with during that lazy morning.

At one point, Hawks had partially forgotten that the original goal was to wake you up to make you cum and then offer you a good aftercare session, but now the goal was to make him cum all over your cunt himself to make it shiny with his cum and then spread the liquid over it, although the second part of the original intention remained the same.

— Damn, I love you so fucking much. — Hawks murmured, closing his eyes and pressing his thumb over the tip of his swollen dick desperately wanting to come soon. — You'd love to know that I used your body today the way I wanted to, wouldn't you, babe?

And when you unconsciously moved up and down, trying to find a better position to continue sleeping, and inevitably rubbed your wet entrance against his cock, Keigo eventually came all over your pelvis and pussy. Yours folds now glistening from the joining of yours fluids with his. It was inevitable for Hawks to fail to stifle a loud, audible moan, throwing his head back with gasping breaths and using the tip of his cock to spread the cum over your intimacy.

#bnha smut #bnha #mha #hawks smut #hawks #takami keigo smut #keigo takami #bnha hawks #mha smut #mha hawks #kiki kinktober #kinktober #bnha kinktober #tw.somnophilia

[harringtons-writer]

Don’t stop believin’ [1]

‘Requested: yes! ♥♥ Can I request a Steve Harrington x reader where they meet in college?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader (friendship turning into a relationship?)  

Word count: 666 ;)

Warning(s): swearing, sad reader (slightly abusive brother) teenage stuff and course fluff. 

Summary: you meet Steve at college and something great grows out of it. 

A/n: I will add more fluff and college stuff if I make this a series, this was more of a back story type of thing. (I really wanna make this a mini-series :) let me knew if you want more parts, hope you enjoy!

(Not my gif + let's just pretend it’s Steve instead of Joe) 

“You're on your own now!” your older brother almost pushed you out of his car. “bye, Danny.” you smiled slamming the door extra hard. “I hate you!” you wished he was joking but he wasn’t. “love you too!” you shouted giving him the finger as you turned around ready to start your new life as a college student.  

“Who’s the dick?” there he stood right in front of you, the most appealing human being you ever saw. “My irritating brother.” you breathed out. the boy shrugged his shoulders “at least he doesn’t want to spend time with you.” that made sense, this handsome stranger made you feel a lot better about the whole situation.  

“Steve. Steve Harrington.” he stuck his hand out. “Y/n L/n.” you shook his hand with a smile in return and so the great duo Steve and Y/n was created. 

Steve and you kept running into each other both kind of hopeless for some company. you made some type of friends but nothing went as smooth as your rendezvous with Steve. you seemed to like each other. 

soon Steve was the one picking you up at home. him climbing every morning through your bedroom window waking you up in a creative way. sometimes he just threw a pillow at your head but when he realised that made you grumpy for the rest of the day, he started thinking of other possibilities. 

“I don’t get it.” you bit on the tip of the yellow pencil in your hand until your toothprint were in it. “hey, that’s mine, you can have it. it was my favourite pencil though.” Steve made his way over to you to help you out. “Cute and smart.” 

You survived your first month of college with Steve along your side. “time to celebrate!” Steve dragged you to shakers, your standard hang-out place and just like every other day both your laughter filled the dinner.  

“I used to be king Steve and now I’m just me, It’s relaxing.” he leaned back in the booth.  “It’s unthinkable.” you snorted. “your such a loser.” he gave you a mean look and started laughing too. 

hours you’ve spent in the same booth after class or just at any other time you needed each other. laughter and crying, from the both of you. “You can’t even imagine what I went through! he kicked me out of the house, it was dark, cold and some creepy man ask me if he could take me to his place.” you complained to Steve over another stupid thing your brother did. “only if you knew.” he quietly whispered which caused you a confused glaze but you let it go. Steve hadn’t told you yet about the whole upside down thing but he knew he would someday, he basically shared his whole life with you.  

“I really wanna hit that shit in the face! even if he is your brother.” he started. “that’s why...”  if you speak of the devil. Steve froze when their eyes crossed which caused you to look around. Danny looked angry as he stormed his way over to the booth. “Y/n, do you plan coming home or you just gonna sit here for the rest of your fucking life, lazy ass.” Steve was trying not to slap him, you could see him clench his fist, you shook your head no to reasure Steve it was fine. Danny, calm down. you kicked me out, remember.” he janked you out the booth. “ungrateful, slut.” people were staring and Steve jumped up. “leave it, Steve.” you sobbed before disappearing.

Next morning:

“You did what?” you couldn't believe what you saw. On the flank of your brothers’ car, ‘asshole’ was spray painted.

“I did that!” Steve pointed at the car with a big grin on his face. “he's going to kill you.” you exclaimed throwing your hands in the air. “at least I died doing my best friend a favour.” he picked you up from behind. “bad boy.” you smiled as he spun you around and at that moment you didn’t care about your stupids brothers reaction. 

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harington #steve harrington x reader #fan fic writing #wowie #koala #send me asks #send me anons #send me requests #writer #mini-series #part 1 #joe keery #mom steve #steve harrington imagine #stranger things 1 #stranger things 2 #stranger things fandom #stranger thing fluff #steve harrington fluff #fanfic