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#Bobby Harrington
natti-ice · 5 days
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a/n: this is a edited version of an old post of mine!
Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3
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You riding on top of him rocking back and forth on his dick taking every inch of him, you’re in complete euphoria, one hand on his chest for balance while you use the other to circle your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, you keep your pace focusing on cumming. He watches himself disappear inside of you, when your hand catches his eye. He lightly grabs your wrist pulling you out of your daze.
“Let me taste you” he says in a husky voice
You smirk before pulling your hand from your clit and bring your fingers up to his mouth. You lightly brush them against his lips before slipping them into his mouth, he immediately starts sucking on them bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dances on the pads of your fingertips.
This made you even wetter if that was even possible, he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth making sure he didn’t miss anything
“Fuckin perfect.”
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lazylittledragon · 1 year
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fuck it i'm riled up please enjoy t4t steddie
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stevexharringtonx · 2 years
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This is so random. I’m scared
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ssavaart · 3 months
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Happy Saturday, All!
Some advice (if you're into that sort of thing) about how doing a bunch of SMALLER paintings will teach you more than doing a few BIGGER ones.
Back in 2021, I was doing these little 3x4 inch paintings during my lives and they would take me maybe 30 minutes each.
I could do maybe 3 a day (I was going live for 90 minutes each day) and I wouldn't LOVE each one. That's impossible.
We're only human. We can't 'get it right' every time.
But, when you do 12 little paintings... instead of 1 large one... you learn SO much more. I think.
None of these little paintings will hang up in a gallery. But I can see things I like and things I don't when looking at 12 paintings.
I can see my mistakes and it only cost me 30 minutes for that 1 painting to make those mistakes.
I get better at starting and FINISHING a painting by doing them small.
Anyways. That's my advice for the morning.
Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥
Scott
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implicitlysad · 2 years
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THISS -for lack of better terminology- QUARTET!!!!
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pencilscratchins · 1 year
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every once in a while i’ll draw actual ship art and then remember who i am, so i go back to my lane and make more frasier jokes (twitter) [ID IN ALT]
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jeysuso · 2 years
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#it’s a dad thing
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rusirius967 · 6 months
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The fact that Nancy will never know that Barb's last word was Nancy.
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starrystevie · 1 year
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it's 2004 when steve finds himself back in hawkins for the first time since he moved away for good. he has a master's degree under his belt, a mortgage on a house outside of st. louis with a dog and picket fence, and a rockstar that wormed his way into his heart next to him in bed every night. he's closer to 50 than he is to 20 and life feels good, life feels settled, figured out in a way he never thought he'd get to see.
"you gonna tell me why you're shakin' like a leaf?"
but sitting across from wayne munson and his sharp gaze is enough to make him feel like a teenager again.
steve takes a sip from his glass of water before setting it down on the end table next to him and watches the way wayne's finger taps against the side of his coffee cup. it's like he's keeping rhythm with something that steve can't hear, like a drum beat in his head that proves that he's the reason eddie has musical talent.
"i'm fine," he responds back to wayne, a stilted smile crossing his face. wayne's gaze deepens like he he doesn't believe him. "i'm fine!"
there's a clock ticking somewhere in the living room and the faucet in the kitchen is dripping quietly and it makes the silence that falls between them even more deafening. steve takes in a deep breath and nods absently as he rubs his palms over his denim clad knees.
"is he in trouble?" wayne asks in a gruff voice, low and to the point. steve shakes his head immediately, stutters out something that sounds like no, and wayne looks at him with his eyebrows pinched together. "are you in trouble?"
"no, it's not-" steve stands up and paces out some of his nerves, hands shoved into his pockets so that he stops waving them around. he sighs and looks back at wayne. "it's nothing bad."
"if it ain't bad, then just say it."
steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. it's harder to do this than he thought it would be, quite possibly the hardest thing he's done in years and that's including having to admit to eddie that he does indeed like the stupid beard he grew as a dare from jeff. wayne is still staring at him with a determined look, like he won't let steve get away with any of his usual charming bullshit, and looks so much like eddie that it makes something in his heart explode.
"fine! i'm asking eddie to marry me and i need your permission or something. happy old man?" he finally says, or well, shouts. it's too loud in the quiet house and he can see wayne wince from the decibel he reaches but it's out. it's off his chest and he's finally said it.
and wayne is smiling.
seeing him smile is strange, not because he doesn't look good with a smile, but because it's not often that steve gets to bear witness to it. it starts off slow, clipped at the edges before it spreads to his cheeks and crinkles his eyes. steve's breathing hard when wayne stands up and wraps his hands around the tops of his shoulders. he can feel himself shaking under wayne's grip and from this close, he can see the tears that he knows wayne is fighting against.
"it's about damn time, boy. took you two long enough to pull your heads outta your backsides."
getting hugged by wayne is almost weirder than seeing him smile. it's short, to the point, with pats on backs and chuckles that break loose from steve's too tight chest. part of him wishes eddie were here to let him be a part of the moment, but it would ruin the surprise he's so carefully planned, so he revels in the rare time between just the two of them.
"had to wait for somewhere to allow it first, wayne," steve mutters as they pull apart and he feels hope unfurl somewhere within him when he says it.
"well, alright, i guess you're off that hook then. but y'know," wayne's sitting back down in his arm chair and steve does the same, matching grins plastered on their faces. "you don't need my permission. that boy is crazy over you and if you think you ain't a part of this family already, then you're crazier than he is."
steve looks around at the pictures on the shelf behind wayne's head. sees young eddie and wayne with arms around each other, sees a makeshift graduation picture, an out of focus one of the two of them outside their house in missouri, one of all three of them around the chritmas tree in '99 when they had wayne come down to see them, and he thinks, yeah. they're already a family. at least now it'll be paper official.
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wolfstarsimpxx · 2 years
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sadie sink as max mayfield
STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4
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libraluvss · 2 years
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they’re boyfriends. they’re performing boyfriendism as we speak.
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s1ater · 2 years
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your sister is hot!
pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader
about. steve makes his first encounter with dustin's hot sister.
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warnings. foul language
ricky rocks. short fic to introduce this. i think all future fics i do with henderson!reader will be short and not following the plot of st, just fun :)
"why the fuck is my baseball bat covered in nails?"
dustin cringed at the sound of your voice echoing out past the front door where he just almost got away. steve turned to look at him, his eyebrow arching to the implication of yelling and the look on dustin's face—who had his eyes scrunched closed and his white teeth showing as the were clenched down, wincing.
"dustin!"
"who's that?" steve whispered, demanding the answer as the sound of your footfalls were also echoing through the house and closer to them.
"my sister," he sounded miserable, but defeated as he turned back around and back toward the front door where you were there to meet him, looking absolutely fuming.
steve's eyes widened, slightly taking a step back at the sight of you. you were not what he expected--i mean he didn't expect anyone because he didn't know dustin had a sister in the first place, but he also didn't expect you to be so pretty.
"dustin."
"yes?" his voice was distraught as he looked at his feet, already ready for your scolding.
"why is my baseball bat covered in nails?" you repeated the question, only this time more calm, but the anger was practically soaking your voice.
"uh, funny you should ask, actually," he giggled nervously, his pointer finger coming up as if to make a point, but he ran out of words immediately.
"project," steve finished for him fast, already being able to tell if the boy kept speaking, he'd probably be hung.
you now looked up from dustin and toward steve. you were looking at him as if you hadn't even noticed him until he started speaking. you frowned, looking at him strangely, very strangely.
"dustin," your voice was low as you were now leaned down to his ear, "why is steve harrington on our front lawn?"
"also funny that you ask."
"charity," steve says fast, once again interrupting dustin from furthering this situation into somewhere it didn't need to be. "good for the college application, you know? i'm spending the day with your brother, doing whatever he wants."
you look between the two and steve can tell by how confused you are, you won't push it further. this was very strange for you.
"yeah, whatever," your voice is still low, "just.. buy me a new fucking bat, make that apart of your charity, alright?" you turn around and walk back into the house before he can even answer.
steve is just beyond shock as dustin slowly turns around to face him, already preparing himself for the heat of questions.
"henderson, you didn't tell me you had a sister."
"yeah, for a very good reason."
“your sister’s hot.”
“hey, man, let’s not get so vulgar," dustin's hands raise as he joins steve's side and they begin to walk back toward his car. "that's my sister."
"and she plays baseball?" he exclaims, "how could you keep this from me, it's a fucking crime!”
"steve, you're a whore, i don’t know if you know that—thought i should be the first one to tell you—but that's why i didn't tell you about my sister."
"still man..!"
navigation.
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So let me get this straight. Eddie sacrificed himself to avenge Chrissy yet he is still considered to be her murderer. He also sacrificed himself to save Hawkins yet everybody thinks he is a cult leader and hates him.
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Also I'm sorry but going alone against a huge swarm of bloodthirsty creatures does not seem very heroic. It seems stupid. It was absolutely unnecessary. Eddie deserved better.
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