#Jeff stranger things x plus size!reader

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Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader

(Both Jeff and Reader are in their early 20s)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “I don't do shorts.” I really wanted to write a fic for all the boys for this pop-up event so this is dedicated to one of my Jeff girlies: @the-witty-pen-name + thanks for the title suggestion hehe

Prompt: "I don't do shorts." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader | Content Warnings: Discussions of body image issues, Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Jeff, Pre-Established Relationship, Hotel Room, Jeff loves to Comfort

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Reader wears makeup, Discussions of body image issues (you are literally all perfect and I love you so much), Pre-Established relationship, Smut: Sex in a hotel room, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader

Synopsis: You feel self conscious about your body but your boyfriend, Jeff, helps you feel better.

Word Count: 1000

“You look so gorgeous in that dress, babygirl,” Jeff smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He kissed your neck softly, watching you apply your makeup through the mirror. “But, we’re going out on a boat today. Don’t you want shorts or something, I don’t know, a little more comfortable?” He asked, hands roaming over your stomach gently. He played with the soft fabric of your floral print sundress as he left more kisses on your neck. 

“I don’t do shorts,” you replied, blinking on some mascara carefully. “I don’t like how they fit me or how my legs look in them. I think they make my thighs look too big, and they never seem to fit me right.”

Jeff pulled away from your neck slightly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked softly.

You shrugged, closing the tube of mascara before you set it on the counter gently. “I just… don’t like how I look in shorts, okay?” 

“Baby girl, you are absolutely gorgeous in anything and everything that you wear,” Jeff mumbled, moving to the side of you. He placed his right hand on your cheek and smiled as his left hand went to your hip. “So fucking perfect in everything.” He leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. 

A blush came over your face as your arms moved around his neck. You pulled him closer, kissing him back as his left hand trailed down your thigh. He met the hem of your dress, tugging it up slightly as his fingertips grazed over your bare skin. “Jeff,” you sighed, looking up at him. 

“Yes?” He asked, trailing kisses down your neck as his fingers moved up more. His fingertips stopped at your core, rubbing over the soft lace fabric gently as another moan escaped your lips gently.

“Don’t stop,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he rubbed over your clit gently. 

“Oh, never gonna stop, baby,” he smirked, pushing your panties to the side carefully before he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you slowly. “At least, not until you’re moaning my name and cumming on my cock.”

A small whine left your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from your core. “Please,” you whined softly. 

Jeff moved to undo his shorts gently, unzipping them before he pushed them down slightly. He moved his underwear down too, just enough for his rock hard cock to spring free. He moved closer to you, backing you up so your body was against the wall. His hand wrapped around his thigh gently, lifting it up to give him better access. 

He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed his tip through your folds, pushing into you slowly as you gasped loudly. Your hands moved to his biceps, gripping tightly as he pushed into you all the way. 

“See what you do to me, baby girl?” Jeff asked, groaning as he bottomed out. “You’re so gorgeous, you’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect,” he mumbled, slowly thrusting in and out of you. “My favorite girl, my dream girl.” He moaned, kissing your lips as he began thrusting faster. 

You moaned against his lips, your nails scratching down his biceps as he thrusted deeper and faster. “Fuck, Jeff,” you groaned, “you’re so, ah, so big. So good,” you whined out. 

“Yeah?” He asked, smirking as he left kisses on your neck. He bit your skin softly, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild. “I’m gonna mark you up,” he mumbled. “Gonna mark you up so everyone who sees you will know this perfectly gorgeous girl is mine.”

His thrusts turned slow and deep as he left lovebites and marks on your entire neck. You moaned louder with each bite, moving your hips against his slightly. “Faster,” you begged, closing your eyes as your head hit the wall gently. 

“You want me to go faster?” He asked, grip tightening on your thigh. He pulled your body closer as he thrusted faster, adoring all the little moans and sighs that escaped your lips. “I can go faster baby, especially for you.”

Jeff’s thrusts became faster and deeper as your leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. “Mm, fuck, yeah, right there,” you muttered, feeling your high come closer. 

He kissed back up your jawline and to your lips, leaving soft and sweet kisses on your lips as his right hand moved down to rub small circles on your clit. “Come on, baby,” Jeff mumbled against your lips as the circles on your clit became faster. “I feel you getting closer, I know you’re there. Come on, wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

The sound that left your mouth at that point was a cross between a gasp and a moan. It was loud, it was pitiful, and it made Jeff smirk because he loved hearing your fall apart from his cock. “Jeff, Jeff, Jeff,” you moaned loudly, back arching off the wall as you clenched around him. You whined louder as you released around him. Jeff moaned, kissing your lips hungrily as he continued his thrusts until he finally reached his high as well. He released inside of you, coating your walls with rope after rope of his hot cum.

“Fuck, princess,” he mumbled against your lips, his thrusts getting slower and sloppy as he rode out his high. “You’re so perfect, god,” he smiled softly, leaving another soft kiss on your lips. “So perfect and all mine, and fuck, I love you.”

You sighed, looking at him with a hazy look in your eyes as a smile appeared on your face. “I love you, too,” you muttered, leaning in for another kiss. “So much.”

“Good,” Jeff smiled against your lips as he kissed you again. “Because there is plenty more with this came from later after our boat adventure.”

“I can’t wait.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him once again.

tagging some lovely people that i think might like this!: @the-witty-pen-name ; @keeryhours ; @iitsmandii ; @fizzing-imagines ; @glassbxttless ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @pupwrites ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @the-unforgivenn ; @abitchyouhate ; @dollysev ; @cowboylikemunson ; @writhingg

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ain’t no story fit for us | satoru

pairing: satoru x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, one-shot

warning: fluff(?), heavy angst, character death, blood, injuries, usage of a gun, detailed with the injuries, betrayal, deception of religion

word count: 1.6k

summary: he’s your best friend, your boyfriend, your one and only. there was nothing in the world that could pull you two away.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old one-shot!

songs: sweet gin by leisure suite. lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley.

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storm-blue eyes darted around the area, his porcelain hand wrapped around your ebony hand. lips pressing kisses that scattered everywhere on your shoulder as the two of you walked. the sky had been empty, a void that looked exactly like his eyes.

sliver buildings filled the streets as the two of you walked. you kicked the pebbles under your sophisticated boots, ones he bought for you. he was quiet, muted, yet brain full of static like a tv. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his heart pounding.

you had no idea what was wrong with him if anything was wrong with him. he denied it each time you asked but you knew him well. his eyes which were glint in color had been completely distorted.

his pink lips were cracked, eyes glistening from his demons. his mind roared like thunder in the storm while he stayed silent like the eye of the tornado. he held your hand tightly, feeling as if he would lose you.

he was terrified of himself, of what he saw when you weren’t there. when the loneliness crept in, dragging him out of his bed.

he tugged on his midnight purple sweater, his black pants matched with his black sneakers. ones that got dirtied up by the puddles in the streets. the streetlights reflect on your face, your eyes lighten up as cars beep and drive by. you had your earphones in, and you and satoru sharing them.

the sounds of music. something so peaceful yet never helped him.

you held onto him, walking past strangers, some occupied with their phones, maps, or food. you, however, were occupied with figuring out where your train was. going down to the subway, you let go of his hand, handing your ticket. satoru tapped on his thigh, his head hopping to the beat of the music. you looked around the subway, people in different styles and different expressions walked by. some with urgency in their steps while others seemed to have no care in the world.

the white light cast on his skin, he’s looking up, his diamond-cut eyes had been drowned with pearly salts that hit his cheeks. he’s uncommunicative, the cords of the song taking over his consciousness.

you stare at him for a moment, taking in his beauty, one that makes you yearn for him. your heart beat for him, your soul kissed his ever so kindly — yet he was rigid and could never completely comprehend your love.

he’s like a guardian angel, staring up to the gates of heaven, ones that cast him out, like the fallen angel. the palm of his hands scarred from his nails, pushing into his skin, cutting down. causing him to bleed a bit. dark blood dripped on the floor and his shoes. he kept looking up, biting on his bottom lip. yielding to his demons, that greed for his salvation.

you walk up to him, picking his hand up slowly, and opening his palm. he looks at you, gulping. you were his savior, you lit the candlesticks that had been darkened from the touch; his touch.

his mouth parts open, yet nothing escapes. birds stuck in cages, banging to be free. yet, nothing.

you go in your bag, take out a wet wipe, place it on his skin, you rub it softly, muttering sweet words to him. things to remind him, that he’s safe. though he wished he could believe it, however, it felt as if it were lies — he was not safe, not when you weren’t around. yet it was an unforeseen war coming, one you couldn’t save him from that would take satoru to choose a life with you or without you.

licking his lips and rubbing them, he kisses your cheek. on time, the train comes, opening the doors to let people in and out. you guys go on the train, sitting down on the seats. satoru still listened to music while you went through your bag to make sure everything was in there.

once you had everything, you kept your bag close to you. satoru rests his head on your shoulder, wrapping his hands around your arm and closing his eyes. you stay quiet, opening up your book as you read to yourself, becoming engrossed by the story immediately.

the lights flicker above him, pushing past people as shoulders hit each other. he coughs, blood spitting on the ground. his shoes are a mess, dirt covered on it. his beige color shirt matched with the background. people ignored him, yet he stuck out like a sore thumb. he knew it, yet he didn’t care, that was the least of his worries. finding an ivy-green painted wall, he leans on it, covering the side of his stomach. applying pressure on the gash.

groans leave his lips, and his dark brown eyes stay closed. he’s got a horizontal cut on his left eye, a bit of blood spilling out and covering his sclera. his long black hair covers most of his face, and his left hand fully bloody. tears fall to his neck, messing up the collar of his shirt.

he’s a deadman walking and he knows it. different shades of grey sully his soul.

you wrap your fingers around his non-injured hand, kissing his forehead, pushing his white hair back a little. satoru looks at you with a weak smile. he kisses your lips and rubs your cheek.

to satoru, you look like a goddess of purity, if water spilled on your skin, it would make beads that you could hold and make jewelry out of. your hands were warm in contrast to his cold ones. your hands kept him feeling like home was you. and in his mind, if heaven truly existed, you would be the true embodiment of it.

the train goes to a stop, letting you know you reached your destination. satoru stands, holding his hand out for you. you take it and the two of you walk together. once you were out of the train, you guys turned to the right, walking down, you knew you had to walk upstairs to get out of the station. yet in hindsight, the walk to the stairs seemed farther than usual.

satoru kept holding your hand, his other fingers tapping on his thigh to make a beat. it was his way of keeping him calm through the crowded area. a little trick you taught him anytime you got overwhelmed.

pushing up from the wall, he groans a bit and starts to walk. placing his hand on people’s shoulders, some freak out while others give him a  foul look. though he couldn’t care less, he was making it through the crowds, seeing the figure he wanted. his target, his victim, his success.

he smirks, his eyes glimmering with a deception of happiness. he was a false god, and he was content with the title. cause in some cases, he was a god to others, he was that fallen angel, who burnt everything beautiful. he burnt himself in the midst of it all. his eyes widened, when people got in his way, making it harder for him to get ahold of his trophy. yet giving up was far too easy for his liking, he was close to tasting succession.

his chain of hands praying slipped out from under his shirt. dangling down, a bit of blood has splattered on it, rusting the sliver.

once he sees his trophy once again, a smile appears on his face. he walks up only to be pushed right back into the sea of people. yet never giving up, he made his way to his victim. in his mind, it was filled with sickening sentences of death. some saying crush the soul from the outside in. others begging for him to create a massacre that would be a blurry beauty.

yet he stuck to one, his original prophecy plan.

pulling the gun out from his back pocket, he holds it, meters away from his victim’s back.

you accidentally dropped your lipgloss, watching it roll, you sigh and turn around, about to pick it up. your eyes widen seeing a man — the man, holding his gun, pointing it at you.

satoru hears you gasp, making him turn around to see what nightmare you uncovered. in the blink of an eye, the gun’s position moves with you, as you take up your lipgloss and slowly stand straightly. the cold metal moves swiftly, staring deathly at your man.

satoru eyes widen, tears forming immediately to the revealer of his betrayer. “suguru?” his voice soft like a pillow, yet held so much weight, something similar to the weight the gun placed on suguru’s hand. he levels the glock with satoru’s face, tears with the mixture of blood flowing down to his cheek. in the process of his feelings, his finger pushed hard on the trigger, feeling the gun spring a little.

the bullet crackled through the gun, and the shutter of the weapon was loud, making everyone around see the destruction. satoru’s body jumped a bit, his head going forward while the rest of his body fell back. hitting the ground, you scream, immediately going to the ground and holding him like a child.

you look at suguru who stares at satoru. no words needed to be spoken, their eyes did the talking. a silent argument between the two as people ran and became worried about themselves instead of satoru.

satoru’s eyes were full of pain, of genuine hurt. his own best friend, his brother — causing such devastation to fulfill his demon’s needs.

suguru stared at satoru, while you kept coddling satoru, crying for someone to help. your pleas made suguru feel worse than better. and yet, he did nothing but watch you struggle, watch his enemy suffer.

[the-witty-pen-name]

I’m absolutely obsessed with this fic I love it so much!!!! You are so talented and amazing ahhhhh

I love him so much 💕💕💕😭😭😭

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Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader

(Both Jeff and Reader are in their early 20s)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “I don't do shorts.” I really wanted to write a fic for all the boys for this pop-up event so this is dedicated to one of my Jeff girlies: @the-witty-pen-name + thanks for the title suggestion hehe

Prompt: "I don't do shorts." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader | Content Warnings: Discussions of body image issues, Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Jeff, Pre-Established Relationship, Hotel Room, Jeff loves to Comfort

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Reader wears makeup, Discussions of body image issues (you are literally all perfect and I love you so much), Pre-Established relationship, Smut: Sex in a hotel room, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader

Synopsis: You feel self conscious about your body but your boyfriend, Jeff, helps you feel better.

Word Count: 1000

“You look so gorgeous in that dress, babygirl,” Jeff smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He kissed your neck softly, watching you apply your makeup through the mirror. “But, we’re going out on a boat today. Don’t you want shorts or something, I don’t know, a little more comfortable?” He asked, hands roaming over your stomach gently. He played with the soft fabric of your floral print sundress as he left more kisses on your neck. 

“I don’t do shorts,” you replied, blinking on some mascara carefully. “I don’t like how they fit me or how my legs look in them. I think they make my thighs look too big, and they never seem to fit me right.”

Jeff pulled away from your neck slightly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked softly.

You shrugged, closing the tube of mascara before you set it on the counter gently. “I just… don’t like how I look in shorts, okay?” 

“Baby girl, you are absolutely gorgeous in anything and everything that you wear,” Jeff mumbled, moving to the side of you. He placed his right hand on your cheek and smiled as his left hand went to your hip. “So fucking perfect in everything.” He leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. 

A blush came over your face as your arms moved around his neck. You pulled him closer, kissing him back as his left hand trailed down your thigh. He met the hem of your dress, tugging it up slightly as his fingertips grazed over your bare skin. “Jeff,” you sighed, looking up at him. 

“Yes?” He asked, trailing kisses down your neck as his fingers moved up more. His fingertips stopped at your core, rubbing over the soft lace fabric gently as another moan escaped your lips gently.

“Don’t stop,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he rubbed over your clit gently. 

“Oh, never gonna stop, baby,” he smirked, pushing your panties to the side carefully before he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you slowly. “At least, not until you’re moaning my name and cumming on my cock.”

A small whine left your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from your core. “Please,” you whined softly. 

Jeff moved to undo his shorts gently, unzipping them before he pushed them down slightly. He moved his underwear down too, just enough for his rock hard cock to spring free. He moved closer to you, backing you up so your body was against the wall. His hand wrapped around his thigh gently, lifting it up to give him better access. 

He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed his tip through your folds, pushing into you slowly as you gasped loudly. Your hands moved to his biceps, gripping tightly as he pushed into you all the way. 

“See what you do to me, baby girl?” Jeff asked, groaning as he bottomed out. “You’re so gorgeous, you’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect,” he mumbled, slowly thrusting in and out of you. “My favorite girl, my dream girl.” He moaned, kissing your lips as he began thrusting faster. 

You moaned against his lips, your nails scratching down his biceps as he thrusted deeper and faster. “Fuck, Jeff,” you groaned, “you’re so, ah, so big. So good,” you whined out. 

“Yeah?” He asked, smirking as he left kisses on your neck. He bit your skin softly, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild. “I’m gonna mark you up,” he mumbled. “Gonna mark you up so everyone who sees you will know this perfectly gorgeous girl is mine.”

His thrusts turned slow and deep as he left lovebites and marks on your entire neck. You moaned louder with each bite, moving your hips against his slightly. “Faster,” you begged, closing your eyes as your head hit the wall gently. 

“You want me to go faster?” He asked, grip tightening on your thigh. He pulled your body closer as he thrusted faster, adoring all the little moans and sighs that escaped your lips. “I can go faster baby, especially for you.”

Jeff’s thrusts became faster and deeper as your leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. “Mm, fuck, yeah, right there,” you muttered, feeling your high come closer. 

He kissed back up your jawline and to your lips, leaving soft and sweet kisses on your lips as his right hand moved down to rub small circles on your clit. “Come on, baby,” Jeff mumbled against your lips as the circles on your clit became faster. “I feel you getting closer, I know you’re there. Come on, wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

The sound that left your mouth at that point was a cross between a gasp and a moan. It was loud, it was pitiful, and it made Jeff smirk because he loved hearing your fall apart from his cock. “Jeff, Jeff, Jeff,” you moaned loudly, back arching off the wall as you clenched around him. You whined louder as you released around him. Jeff moaned, kissing your lips hungrily as he continued his thrusts until he finally reached his high as well. He released inside of you, coating your walls with rope after rope of his hot cum.

“Fuck, princess,” he mumbled against your lips, his thrusts getting slower and sloppy as he rode out his high. “You’re so perfect, god,” he smiled softly, leaving another soft kiss on your lips. “So perfect and all mine, and fuck, I love you.”

You sighed, looking at him with a hazy look in your eyes as a smile appeared on your face. “I love you, too,” you muttered, leaning in for another kiss. “So much.”

“Good,” Jeff smiled against your lips as he kissed you again. “Because there is plenty more with this came from later after our boat adventure.”

“I can’t wait.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him once again.

tagging some lovely people that i think might like this!: @the-witty-pen-name ; @keeryhours ; @iitsmandii ; @fizzing-imagines ; @glassbxttless ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @pupwrites ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @the-unforgivenn ; @abitchyouhate ; @dollysev ; @cowboylikemunson ; @writhingg