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what’s up with the hate for joe’s voice? am i missing something or… ?

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DJObscene

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oh so that BANGING chorus was just him going “here y’all go i’ll give you what you asked for” and then proceeds to put out the catchiest chorus ever like ?!?!?

maybe i misunderstood the lyrics but it just seems like that

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BASIC BEING BASIC?? JANUARY 24? CANT WAIT

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I would give this man the sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death DROPPING, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotising, ungodly, astonishing, leg trembling, back arched, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath " I can't take much more of this", breaths getting quicker, twitching, throbbing, eyes shut, lip biting, edging begging for relief , head.

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hello if someone sees this i’m looking for some simple one shot requests …👀 if anyone is interested feel free to drop a little something in my ask box <33 (for steve harrington of course)

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stranger things cast wrapped up filming 😃🥳 stranger things cast wrapped up filming ☹️😔

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hello my sweet!!!!

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idk if this makes sense but here’s something… shy!reader doing a strip tease for steve, per his request…!

contains: stripping; reader wears lingerie; gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; intense sexual tension 🫣; sweetie but horny steve; brief face sitting/oral (reader receiving)

it had been a request from steve, pressing his chest to yours against a locker at family video. “want you over tonight.”

“okay.” you could hardly keep eye contact with him.

he smiled and tugged at the hem of your shirt. “wear that pretty white set for me, okay?”

you had gone hot then, too, both at his words and his tone. you nodded, let him give you a sweet kiss, before he ushered you out to go get ready for your date.

you had no prior warning for what was happening. just an assurance from steve that if you didn’t like it, or didn’t feel good doing it, he wouldn’t be upset. you had taken the wine he offered you in an attempt to feel a little looser, but no amount of wine or weed could possibly prepare you for steve’s hungry eyes. this was all new for you — he was new for you. his affections and interest are hard for you to wrap around, but he’s always there, soft hands and soft words.

and sometimes, he’s bossy. such as tonight. still kind, but expectant. hungry.

you kiss for a while on his bed. long, slow, messy kisses that make you hot, skin on fire everywhere he touches. he’s such a good kisser. knows when to use his tongue, knows where to put his hands, knows what to sigh softly to make you shake. his hand cups the back of your neck and he keeps you close. you’re breathless when he finally lets you go, your eyes lovestruck.

“want to see you,” he whispers. he’s smiling softly, leaning against his headboard. still dressed in tight dark wash jeans and a white t-shirt.

you don’t know what to do. he doesn’t move. your hands move to the hem of your sweater, but he takes them between his and kisses your knuckles.

“edge of the bed for me, okay?”

you give in to his command. it’s awkward standing there, steve looking at you intensely. you shift on your feet, biting your cheek nervously.

“strip for me.”

lightning strikes your gut and crackles up your chest.

“okay,” you say softly. your hands reach towards the hem on your shirt again, but he stops you, shaking his head.

“slow. want to enjoy it. can you do that for me?”

you nod, dizzy. you want him to look at you, to lust, to stare hungrily. but you also want to shy away, keep from his pretty, prying eyes. you do what you’re told, though, because he’s steve, and you know you’re safe.

“i want you to enjoy it, too,” he adds. “take your time.”

“okay,” you say again.

your fingers shake, hovering towards the bottom of your sweater again. you don’t quite know how to make it slow, but steve directs you gently.

“want you to touch yourself.” he adjusts, and you can see the bulge in his levi’s growing. “touch yourself like i touch you.”

you could faint. but you do, brows slightly furrowed because you don’t know what you’re doing. but you assume it’s good when steve’s lips part as you run your hands down your sternum softly. for once, you keep looking at him, keeping eye contact to check for any approvals or disapprovals. he’s so gorgeous, looking at you like you’re the world, and it gives you a bit of a boost.

you grope your breasts next, tenderly, slowly. you imagine what you’d do if it were him touching you. neck falling back, you exhale softly, biting your lip before dropping your head to look back at him.

he’s palming himself, a little slack jawed. “so good,” he praises, “just like that.”

your chest falls and rises heavily. you can feel your heartbeat almost everywhere; it’s in your toes, your fingers, growing towards your throat, thumping in your ribcage. and it’s so hot that you need to take your sweater off. but still, you go slow, just as he requested, bringing your hand gently up towards your collarbones. you run your fingers along the edge, then drop your hands towards your chest again, thumbs and middle fingers coming together to pinch at your nipples.

steve grunts. a sound you don’t hear often. his eyes are dark, brows furrowed softly.

“y-your shirt.” he struggles to speak. “take it - take it off, honey.”

you finally pull up the hem, still slow, intentional with every inch you expose. the air chills your bare skin, the softness of your stomach showing. you watch him lick his lips when you reveal the edge of the pretty white bra he loves. you still, your pulse quickening and turning into elation at his reaction. then you continue, your head catching in the neck of your shirt before its off of you completely.

steve mumbles something. you don’t hear it, but by the way he looks, you’re certain it’s perverted.

he doesn’t need to lead you this time. your hands move back to your tits, cupping them, running your fingers along the swell of them. your nipples perk under the silk and lace and steve’s nearly slack-jawed at the sight of you. you moan, rolling them between your fingers. the willpower he is presenting is unprecedented and you’re proud of him for keeping his hands to himself.

“so gorgeous,” he finally says, voice strained. “look at you… just for me, yeah?”

you nod. you can’t imagine doing this for anyone else.

steve twirls his finger. “turn around.”

ever obedient, you do.

“pants next.”

you’re not sure how to go slowly, but you try anyway. peeling them off of your plush hips and down the soft skin your thighs, then bending over. you hear his breath hitch, your ass on display, hardly hidden by your matching white underwear. it’s not graceful when you step out of them, but steve doesn’t comment. you hear his zipper sliding down and it makes you all giddy again.

“do a turn for me. let me see you.”

when you face steve, his pretty cock is in his hand. he pumps himself slowly, staring at you with wide-eyed wonder. you continue your rotation, then stop when you face him again.

his chest heaves. “underwear off.”

you slip them down your legs.

he shifts himself, sliding down so that his head rests on a pillow. he’s still flicking his wrist.

“come here,” he calls softly.

you crawl onto his mattress, tits nearly spilling out of your bra. you rest with a knee on either side of his, core close to his aching cock.

“can i touch you?”

you nod eagerly. your strip tease didn’t last long, but it’s torture when his hands aren’t on you. he reaches out, hand disappearing between your legs. you gasp softly when his fingers find your folds, and it’s only then that you realize you’re soaked.

“oh, honey,” he coos. “you’re so good for me. so pretty showing off, you know that?”

you nod, brows furrowed, his middle finger gently rubbing your clit. he pulls away, rubbing his thumb along your lips.

“come here,” he says again, hands finding your waist as he pulls you towards him further. you’re shocked, shuffling up and up until he has you hovering over his dirty mouth.

“steve,” you squeak. it’s the first word you’ve said since this started. he’s eaten you out plenty, but this was a very new, unexplored position for you.

“pussy’s so pretty, too,” he breathes. he blows gently on your clit and smiles when you gasp. “are you okay up there?”

you shiver. “this is new.”

“want to stop?”

you shake your head before remembering he can’t see you. “no, steve.”

smiling, his big hands pull you down, just an inch away from his mouth. your knees shake, dizzy again. out of your element again. but steve’s a great instructor. he grazes the tip of his nose against your clit and your hands grip his headboard harshly.

“you feel that?” he asks. his lips are so close.

“yes,” you breathe.

“baby,” he sighs, lips brushing against your folds. “look at me.”

you look down. his brown eyes look so pretty, half opened, blinking slowly.

you both say it together. “you’re so pretty.”

it slows the intensity, both of you laughing breathlessly. and, in one sudden movement, steve brings you down against his lips, his nose brushing against your clit, nails digging into your ass.

it’s like he’s kissing you. moving his jaw and using his tongue like he does against your own. you can’t help but to grind - but it’s embarrassing. you try to lift yourself up, but steve keeps you planted, moaning into your cunt.

you chant his name, on fire. it feels so good it hurts.

“there y’go,” he mumbles, a big hand sliding down to his cock. “keep saying my name.”

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he’s wearing loafers i repeat he’s wearing loafers im going to need assistance immediately ….

desperately need fics to start including steve's truck plsplspls

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I’ve never seen this photo so… yeah

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Our gorgeous Joe Keery <3

photography by hlcandids on instagram

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It's fanfiction it doesn't have to be perfect it doesn't have to be accurate this is a hobby you're doing this for fun it's okay if it isn't perfect and polished you're doing it for fun [talking to myself in the mirror]

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Joe Keery as Steve Harrington but you can actually see him. Stranger Things 4

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here's another little snippet from that steve wip because i love you guys and i literally can't wait for you to read it

She wheels her bike out of the garage, fitted with a set of training wheels and a handlebar bursting with tinsel. A yawn rolls off her tongue as she launches down the driveway. It raises your hopes for a smoother bedtime tonight. 

Even as the horizon melts into the Earth, the summer heat clings like a heavy hand. Trees project long shadows along the road, eating what’s left of the sunlight. Bugs buzz and birds chirp, but a sleepy stillness is ubiquitous. 

“What?” you ask suddenly, whipping your head to face Steve. He’s drenched in gold, pale wisps of hair riding the breeze as he strolls. 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“You’re staring at me. I feel it.” 

“I wasn’t,” he assures. 

You blink at him. You can’t decide whether to be annoyed at such an obvious lie or flattered by the truth. 

He jogs ahead before you've come up with something to say. Halfway to Holly, he shouts, “Come on, slowpoke!”

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need to be smothered in kisses by steve harrington