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hellxfireclub-moved · 2 years

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@kardiaerasti // closed starter // werewolf au

THERE IS NOTHING BUT EXCRUCIATING, all-consuming pain ripping through his body. His skin feels like it’s on fire, and Steve has to keep himself from attempting to peel it off of his bones with his fingernails. He doubles over and grits his teeth against a scream as another bout of pain tears through him, driving him to his knees. Beneath him, the forest floor is cool and he can smell the rotting vegetation. He can hear the sound of an insect’s wings flapping from yards away. Everything is too intense and it rocks through him like an earthquake.

Overhead, the full moon shines through the sparse canopy as though it’s taunting him. He can feel the pull of it in his bones, and his heart is hammering so fast in his chest Steve’s sure it will burst from his chest. He clenches his teeth again, presses his hands into the ground, fingers digging into the soft dirt as something inside of him pops, then cracks. His bones are shifting, his organs are moving, and all he can think about is the pain.

Then he doesn’t remember anything at all.

The first thing he hears when he wakes is the sound of a stream. Steve’s eyes flutter open but his vision is blurry at first. It takes several moments before he realizes that he’s in the woods, and he can’t remember how he got there. His entire body hurts, as though he’s been run over twice. He groans as he moves to sit up, bracing himself on his hands. There’s a metallic taste in his mouth, bitter and coppery. He wonders if he bit his tongue but it doesn’t hurt.

Steve brings a hand up to rub down his face and that’s when he notices it.

Blood.

Blood on his hands. Blood on his chest. He’s not wearing any clothes and his bare skin is streaked in gore.

Panic sets in and he gasps, a shudder of terror moving down his spine. He scrambles toward the stream and thrusts his hands into the cold water. His skin turns pink and raw as he scrubs at his hands. The entire time he’s biting down on his lip and tears sting his eyes.

“Ohgodohgod,” he says over and over again.

What has he done?

#kardiaerasti #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#thread ★ billy hargrove #006 ★ WEREWOLF AU // KARDIAERASTI #★ can you feel my animal heart ( au )

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c0ffinshit · 1 year

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✬ FAQ ✬

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here is a list of questions i get asked a lot by fans and people in my real life about my writing.

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Q: Who Do You Write For?

A: i write for a lot of characters, mostly for american actor ethan hawke including: ernst toller, the grabber, james sandin, edward dalton, tucker crowe, todd anderson, ellison oswalt.

but i do write to write for other characters! you can check my master list for some other characters i’ve written for previously.

some that i haven’t written for but i wanna real bad are roman debeers from party down, steve harrington from stranger things (along with robin as well), lorne malvo from the fargo tv series, eric knox from the 2000 charlie's angels movie, and some characters from succession (kendall and roman). so, if you have any requests for any charcters i’ve listed, then send them in!

Q: Are Your Request Open?

A: currently, my request are open. but always check back there if that changes.

Q: What Is Your Favorite Work You Have Posted?

A: i love my latest fic “I Can See You” but also “Then I Saw Her” is a very close second.

Q: Do You Only Write Romance And Smut?

A: technically, no. i write a lot of things, even some original western work that i don’t plan on uploading on here. but if enough people ask, i’ll upload my non-fanfic work.

Q: Are You Accepting Tips?

A: currently, no. but check back here if that changes (but don’t worry, i’ll make a post about it if i ever do).

Q: Then If You Aren’t Accepting Tips, How Can I Support You?

A: well, reblogging and liking my posts is a huge help to a small writer like myself. but you can follow my other social medias so you can see updates and my silly shitposts.

Q: What Other Social Medias Do You Have So I Can Ask For Requests Without Using Tumblr/Support You And Your Writing?

A: you can always message me on tumblr. my other social is my tiktok, which is just my edit account. and i got rid of my twitter forever ago but now i have a threads you can follow to actually find updates on your fav upcoming projects.

tiktok: occtaika

threads: c0ffinshit

Q: What Else Did You Write That’s Not On Tumblr?

A: yes i have! warning tho, none of them are good since some of them i haven’t updated since last year or even later lol.

late night wonders : larry johnson x reader (sally face)

but in his arms, i could forget : greg x sexworker!reader (succession)

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i hope i answered all of your hard-pressing questions, check out my introduction post for other information not including !! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ bye bye

love thy neighbor and treat each other with kindness!

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scoopsahoy · 2 years

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HAPPY SEVENTEENTH (STEVE HARRINGTON) — 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: DAY FOUR

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✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ swearing, sex + fingering

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It was like a scene straight out of a movie. It was your birthday, you were snowed in, your parents were out of town for the night after getting stuck in a snowstorm on the way home, and Steve was on top of you in your bed. ‘Wrapped Around Your Finger’ by The Police played softly from your record player, but neither of you were paying attention to it.

You were seventeen tonight. On December seventeenth. Which, in Steve’s mind, meant it was special. And a special birthday should have a special gift.

So he surprised you with your favorite takeout and favorite movie, which only led to your current situation.

His lips on your neck, his fingers interlocked with yours to keep your hands to the pillow, and his hips between yours.

And when they hit just the right spot, an uncontrollable moan slipped from your mouth, receiving one from him in response. He reached down and pulled your hoodie over your head, leaving you nude from the waist up. But that was quickly fixed by him removing your sweatpants.

That was followed by you pulling his clothes off of him, and soon enough you were both completely naked.

He left wet kisses across your stomach and you reached down to thread your fingers through his hair.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded gently in a voice that made you swoon. “Anything, and I’ll do it.”

“You,” you choked out. “I want you.” He returned to eye level with you, sliding his fingers down to finger you. You pulled him into a kiss as you whined, feeling his cock slide against your core. “Please.”

He reached over and opened your nightstand for a condom, but you stopped him.

“I want all of you.” Your voice came out in a whisper.

“You sure?”

“I’m on the pill, remember?”

You knew it wasn’t a hundred percent safe, but tonight, you didn’t care. You wanted every bit of him you could get, and it didn’t take much to convince him of that.

He reached down and positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing in. You moaned softly, and he leaned down to kiss you. With every little movement, you whimpered into his mouth.

“You okay?” You nodded, using your feet on his lower back to push him all the way in, and he stilled once he was bottomed out. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He pushed your hair out of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

Just his commands and low voice could’ve made you cum on the spot. He’d always been so gentle with you, and it took you begging for him to be even a little bit rough in the bedroom. But once you two got really comfortable with each other, you saw a side of him you never expected. He could be really dominant if he wanted to, and he was glad it was a turn-on for you.

“I’m perfect, Steve.”

And without another word, he began slowly and gently thrusting, giving you time to adjust.

Steve was bigger than either of your past boyfriends, and it usually took you some time to get used to him. And he knew that. He always gave you a few minutes before speeding up.

“Steve,” you whined, his sign to pick up the pace.

You were incredibly glad your parents weren’t home, because instantly he got to a pace where your bed was slamming into the wall.

Swears and unintelligible noises filled the room, overpowering the music, which had now changed to ‘Tea In The Sahara’.

One thing you appreciated about Steve was how vocal he was during sex. Your aforementioned ex-boyfriends never made any noise, which made you feel incredibly awkward.

So hearing someone else’s voice made you want to be louder, and that was something he appreciated.

Your arms wrapped upward around his shoulders, pulling them closer to you. Your nails dug into his skin and your lips pressed into his neck as his face buried into the pillow under you.

A moment later, he adjusted his position so that your legs were bent further back towards you so he could go deeper. You wrapped your legs around him and crossed your ankles, doing the same thing your hands did — held his body closer to yours.

“F-fuck, Steve, I’m gonna cum.”

Those words seemed to flip a switch in him, and he started going even faster. The noise that left your mouth was like one, long moan that was a borderline scream.

And just like that, you were in total ecstasy. Your entire body shook and tingled, and your pussy squeezed around him tightly. He groaned loudly into your ear which only heightened your orgasm.

He didn’t slow down to let you ride it out, and he repeated your words.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N. God, I’m so close.”

He returned his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and swallowing the sounds that left your body. You left scratches down his back, afraid you might’ve broken the skin. Your hands traveled down to his lower back, almost helping him get to his breaking point.

It was only a few seconds later that he lost his rhythm as his legs trembled and his fists balled the pillow.

You felt something warm fill you up, which made you shiver a bit. He stopped a moment later, leaving the room silent besides both of you breathing heavy.

He broke the kiss to look at you, only to see your eyes shut and sweat coating your skin.

“Are you okay?” he chuckled. Just like earlier, he pushed the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He followed that by slowly littering kisses across your face.

“Oh yeah. I’m more than okay.”

“Happy birthday,” he whispered. “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

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hellxfireclub-moved · 2 years

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@pxis sent: how long has he wanted to do this ? too long , really . how long has he been in the closet ? too long , too . he blames Robin for helping him out of it . really he thanks her for letting him out of it , because she's the one that's seen him staring at Eddie for too long . so that's probably how he ends up with fistfuls of Eddie's hair , cornering him at this party , lips locked together . somewhere , he's pretty sure Robin is saying ' FINALLY '

FRAT PARTIES ARE NOT HIS USUAL SCENE and he still has no real, logical reason as to why he agreed to come. Chrissy asked him to come along since she firmly believed he needed to expand his social circle. The two of them had been close since high school, Eddie ever grateful for the fact she'd stood up for him against the assholes surrounding them after he'd helped her out. Eddie was also not a college student but it was easy to sneak onto the campus when you were friends with a student. Unfortunately, Chrissy had soon abandoned him for a pretty girl she'd had her eyes on for...awhile. It seemed that not just students were at this frat party, but a bunch of locals as well.

One of them including Steve Harrington and Eddie tried really hard not to notice him. He'd had a crush on the guy for ages but he was pretty sure Steve was straight, if his dating life was anything to go by. From what Eddie had been able to glean, Steve played the field regularly and left a trail of broken hearts in his wake. Hetero dudes were the worst sometimes.

So when Steve approached him (more like bodied him into a corner) and kissed him, the taste of liquor on his lips, Eddie had been a little more than surprised. Fingers were in his hair, Steve's tongue in his mouth, and instead of pushing him away at first, he grabbed his hips and pulled him in closer. It was only when he needed to breathe that he broke the kiss and forced him back a couple of inches so Eddie could look at him.

❝ Jesus, Harrington, ❞ he gasped. ❝ If you wanted to make out with me all you had to do was ask. ❞ Eddie wouldn't have said no.

#pxis #★ this is my year i can feel it ( eddie munson )#thread ★ steve harrington #003 ★ MODERN AU // EDDIE MUNSON

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hellxfireclub-moved · 2 years

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( for the OF harringrove !! ) /D

[TEXT :: Billy] Oh fuck you, Hargrove. [TEXT :: Billy] I'm in class, asshole. [TEXT :: Billy] And this just makes me think you actually do want to be on cam ;)

[ Send in sexy pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts. ]

#fiercehearts #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#THREAD ★ BILLY HARGROVE #003 ★ MODERN AU 2.0 // FIERCEHEARTS

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hellxfireclub-moved · 2 years

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@fiercehearts // Modern AU starter // Steve & Billy

COLLEGE LIFE WAS NOT GENERALL CONDUCIVE TO DATING. Especially when he was cramming an extra class on top of what was already required of him. Why? Steve didn't know. He'd finally been forced to declare a major the year before, though he wasn't sure it was the one he wanted. At this point, he was going to be a professional student because he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. So he took as many classes as he could and supplemented the scholarship he'd earned in high school buy...doing something that his parents would most assuredly not approve of. Steve didn't care. It was good money, and if people were willing to pay to see him naked on an app then who was he to argue? That was another reason he avoided dating because having an Only Fans account was something he would eventually have to explain. And potentially something his significant other may not like. So he just didn't really date.

He'd been bullied into going on this date. Robin had insisted that he needed to get out and actually enjoy college life. She further explained that Vickie had a friend who knew a really hot guy she though Steve would like. He didn't know how he felt about a blind date but if push came to shove he could excuse himself to use the bathroom and just...leave. Or he would come up with a text code for Robin so she could extract him from said terrible date. Always have a plan. It wasn't going to be something crazy, just a meeting at Starbucks a couple blocks away from campus. Something casual, no pressure and no expectations. Steve would go just to get Robin off his back.

Steve showed up ten minutes earlier, despite the fact Robin had harangued him about his clothes and made him change into two different outfits before finally settling on something she felt would make a good impression. He didn't really get it because it's not any of his clothes were ugly or out of fashion. He was pretty sure Robin was more into the idea of this date than she was. Unsure of what the rules of blind dating were, he ordered a drink and waited for it before sitting down at a small table and waited. He kept looking at the Apple Watch on his wrist, almost hoping this guy wasn't going to show up at all.

He sighed and looked around as people came and went from the coffee shop, and noted someone familiar. Steve knew him. Billy Hargrove. Actually, it was more like Steve knew of him. He was popular, a jock, usually had women drooling as they followed him around. Steve smirked at the thought that his blind date was actually Billy, almost laughing to himself. Except then Billy was heading toward him and Steve froze. There was no fucking way his blind date was Billy Hargrove. No. Fucking. Way.

Then Billy was by his small table and looking down at him. ❝ Uh hi...❞ Steve stuttered, moving to stand. ❝ I'm Steve. Are you...are you meant to be meeting me here? ❞ Yeah, real smooth. This was going wonderfully already.

#fiercehearts #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#thread ★ billy hargrove #004 ★ MODERN AU 2.0 // STEVE HARRINGTON

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