#Joe Keery fluff

[callme-dickmaster]

Basket Case

Ch. Three - Fine

summary: Jonathan returns to school and you answer a call for a ride home cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, Lonnie Byers and his bad parenting author's note: hullo

Tuesday, November 8th, 1983

You stomped into school with the biggest scowl you could muster. You were still angry about the day before. You punched your locker, earning a stinging hand and snatched your books out of your locker.

"Don't! Not today, man," you snapped when Eddie trotted up to your locker. He put his hands up in surrender and back away. He knew when someone was not having it. You huffed, deciding to skip second period to avoid snapping at Carol and sat in the library to draw. It passed faster than you were used to, but that was fine as long as you didn't have to look at the back of Carol's head any more than you had to.

You made your way to the front of the school to try and use the payphone to call Jonathan and tear him a new one for missing so much school.

"Hey, y/n!" you stopped with a sigh. For fuck's sake.

"What?" you sighed, keeping your eyes to the floor. Steve jogged up to you, wearing a stupid all blue outfit. You hated blue.

"Hey, uh...I feel bad...A-about yesterday. But I'm having a party tonight and I was thinking you could come?" Steve sputtered. This boy had clearly never said a genuine apology in his life. "I could come?" you asked slowly.

Steve smiled and nodded, "Yeah! To the party?" he said, sounding unsure now.

You glanced behind him and saw Tommy and Carol not far behind. You gave him a blank stare, "No. Eat dirt."

Steve opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as you walked away. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Fine. Play it that way, Henderson," Steve said. He was bound and determined to get on your good side. Even if he wasn't entirely sure he was ever on it in the first place.

You continued up to the front door of the school and almost completely passed Jonathan himself hanging up posters on the bulletin board.

"Jonathan Byers! Where the hell have you been?!" You grit, hitting his arm with every word. Jonathan flinched away from you, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry I didn't call! I was looking for Will!" he said, handing you one of the missing posters. You furrowed your eyebrows, scanning the poster. Since when had Will been missing? You just saw him Sunday!

"Will is missing? Wait. What?! How long has he been gone? How did I not notice this? I'm sorry I was so mean with you just then; I had no idea!" you said, putting a hand on his arm. You looked behind Jonathan when you noticed Steve and his friends standing there watching you both. "Do you guys know anything yet?" you asked. Jonathan shook his head with a shrug.

You sighed, turning your focus to glare at Nancy walking up to you and Jonathan as she gripped her bag. "H-hey..." Nancy stuttered. Her gaze flickered from Jonathan to you and back again. "I just...I wanted to say, um...I'm sorry about everything," she said, making sure you knew she was talking to you too.

You, however, didn't care. "Thanks. Bye." You snapped, glaring as harshly as you could at the brunette. Nancy flinched but she couldn't walk away just yet. "Sorry...um, everyone's thinking about you..." she tried, "It sucks," she gave Jonathan a sad smile. You rolled your eyes, grabbing another poster from Jonathan to hang up around town.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid," Nancy added, throwing another cautionary glance at you before the bell rang and she had to leave for a test.

"What are you doing now?" you asked.

"I-I'm about to go to my dad's to look for him," Jonathan sighed.

"I'm coming with you. Let's go," you said, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. Jonathan started to protest, but you were already out the door. "Okay then," he sighed. You were standing by his car pulling impatiently on the handle. You drove silently for a while until you couldn't stand the music he was playing anymore. You grabbed the tapes out of his backseat and rifled through them with a scowl.

"Dude, seriously? No Metallica?" you sighed, dropping a Talking Heads tape.

Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head, "No! I told you I like the calmer stuff," he replied.

You rolled your eyes, digging around for some other tape and settled on a mixtape. "Calmer stuff," you scoffed. Jonathan started up the tape which was thankfully one you could bop along to.

Both teens stopped when the first bars of Should I Stay, Or Should I Go? started. It was Will's favorite. You smiled comfortingly at Jonathan and nodded along to the song.

You stared out the window as you neared Lonnie's neighborhood. You sighed, twisting your hair around your finger while Jonathan parked a few houses down from Lonnie's. "Look, stay in the car, okay?" he said, reaching into the back for his bag.

"No way! I can help look for him. Do you think Lonnie is just going to hand him over if he is here?" you asked, staring at him with big eyes. Jonathan sighed, giving in. You climbed out of the car, staying close to Jonathan and hissing at a neighbor who looked her up and down. Jonathan gently pulled you in front of him, glaring back at the boy as you ran up to the door.

He frantically knocked on the door until a woman opened up, obnoxiously chewing her gun. "Can I help you?" she asked rudely.

"Hey. Is Lonnie around?" Jonathan asked, not really looking at her. The lady furrowed her eyebrows, "Yeah, he's out back. What do you want?" she asked.

"To look around," Jonathan said, pushing past her with you in tow. You called Will's name, opening doors and bumping into each other when Lonnie ran up and pushed Jonathan against a wall, getting a yelp from you. Jonathan shoved his father off him, "You've gotten stronger," Lonnie said, punching Jonathan's chest.

You glared daggers at him from the hall, "Jonathan this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest," Lonnie said.

"Who is she?" Cynthia snipped, pointing at you. "Oh...that one. Your crazy friend," Lonnie said, "Don't call her that. Her name is y/n, Lonnie. And I'm here for Will," Jonathan said, pushing him back to run out back. Cynthia glanced from the yard to the teenager in her living room and tapped your arm.

"You want a drink or something?" she asked. You stared at her silently. "Okay..." Cynthia trailed, walking away. Jonathan eventually walked back inside, and you left quickly and quietly. Jonathan drove back into town with you sitting quietly beside him.

He drove up to your house, noticing your mom wasn't home. "She's probably out helping look for Will. I'll see you tomorrow," you said before walking inside.

No more than a minute after you walked into the house did the phone ring. "Henderson residence." you sighed. "Uh, h-hey, y/n!"

"Steve?" you frowned, "How did you get my number?" you asked. Steve shrugged on the other end, "Yellow pages." you rubbed your temples.

This guy is going to give me grey hairs.

"Okay, well, throw that page out. I don't really feel like dealing with you and your shitty friends outside of school too," you said, slamming the phone on the wall. There was no reason for King Steve Harrington to call you. Especially to call your home phone when your little brother could answer. He gets picked on enough at the middle school and high schoolers were way more ruthless than twelve-year-olds. Most twelve-year-olds.

You made a late dinner out of the food your mom left and sat in bed to try and get some homework done. A few hours in you heard the phone start ringing again. You sighed, dropping your head back on your shoulders. "Yeah?" you answered, leaned up on the wall.

"Hi! y/n, hey, it's-it's Nancy," Nancy stuttered on the other end. You sighed, letting your head hang.

"Dude, I swear to God, if this is some, like, initiation thing to mess with the weird kid to date the popular guy, don't waste your time. Just go ahead and tell them I cried like a baby, okay?" you said, going to hang up when Nancy hurriedly stopped you.

"No! No! No! It's nothing like that at all! I'm really sorry about the other day, I didn't know what I was supposed to say...I was kinda surprised is all," she mumbled.

You sat quietly for a minute, deciding to hear her out. "Well, I guess it's okay. You didn't do anything. Anyways, what do you want?" you asked, "Um, I'm at this party at Steve's...and Barb left. And I could really use a ride home? Or could I stay at yours? If you don't want to or you can't that's totally fine!" Nancy spluttered, really trying not to disturb Steve upstairs.

You sighed heavily into the receiver, also trying hard to show how much of a bother this was. "I guess... Gimme fifteen minutes," you said and hung up without waiting for an answer. Everyone knew where Steve lived, so you didn't have to ask. You slipped on some shoes and grabbed your keys before making the drive to the Harrington house. Nancy was already outside waiting. She jogged up to the car and hopped in, smiling nervously at the girl driving.

"Hey! Thank you so much! You didn't have to do this," she said. You nodded and drove off while Nancy was buckling in, "I know." Nancy pursed her lips and looked out the window. She listened to the Iron Maiden album playing quietly in the background and glanced at your white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

"Um...hey, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I-I should have said something and defended you. I know we're not really friends, but I know you enough to be nice and keep people from treating you like that. I'm really sorry," Nancy said, twiddling her thumbs.

You shrugged, "It's really fine, Nancy. I was just pissed at everyone else, and you were just trying to help...'M sorry too..." you said, pulling into your own driveway. Nancy looked at the house in confusion.

"You can stay here tonight so you don't have to get in trouble with your mom. Just tell her you're here and you lost track of time and forgot to call," you said and got out of the car. Nancy got out and followed you inside, shutting the door softly behind her. You were sitting in your room, making sure Nancy would have enough room to sleep.

"If you don't wanna share a bed that's fine. Couch is out there if you want it," you said, pulling the blankets back and crawling into the fluffy oasis. Nancy shook her head with a small smile, "That's okay! I don't mind..." she said, taking her jacket off. "There's pajamas in the top drawer if you want them," you mumbled, starting to fall asleep. Nancy said "thanks" and changed into an oversized Def Leppard t-shirt and some shorts. She wandered into the kitchen and quickly called home.

Her mom was upset, but happy she was safe and back somewhere "on time" as Nancy used your lie. Nancy turned out the light and climbed into bed. "Night Nance..." you trailed off, "I guess you're alright," you added with a snicker. Nancy smiled, "Goodnight, y/n. Thanks."

<3

[coco-cinnamon]

FIRST TIME WITH YOU

౨ৎ Warnings: cursing, smut, virginity, oral sex, mentions of sex, some fluff, 18+ MDNI.

౨ৎ Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fawn!Reader.

౨ৎ Summary: In which Steve and Y/N have their first time together.

౨ৎ Author's Note: I'd just like to put out there that, the first part of this fic shows that Y/N feels kinda shameful about being a virgin but seriously.. there is nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about when it comes to being inexperienced. Everyone is ready at different times, some sooner than others but it's okay not to be ready right away 💗

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

While making out with your boyfriend Steve at his place, you planned to stay the night, as it was the weekend. Though you had spent many nights at his house before, this was the first time your kissing had become so intense and heated. Feeling inexperienced, you were unsure how to proceed, as you had never been in such an intimate situation. Steve was aware of your relative inexperience, though unaware of the full extent of it.

You pulled away from him mid-kiss, avoiding his gaze. "What's wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowed with concern. He could always tell when something was bothering you.

You let out a heavy sigh. "Well, it's just... I mean, I'm inexperienced." You admitted, sounding slightly embarrassed.

"I already knew that, babe." Steve replied, tilting his head as he tried to discern the root of your unease.

"Yeah, but you only know a little of the truth." You said.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

You felt embarrassed, but knew you had to tell him eventually. "Well... I'm still a virgin." You said quietly.

Steve sat in silence, leaving you worried about his reaction. As an experienced sexual partner, you feared that revealing your virginity might turn him off for good

"Are you mad?" You finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. Steve looked over at you, his expression puzzled. "Mad? Why would I be mad, sweetheart?" He asked.

You averted your eyes. "Well...it's because I'm a virgin and...I never told you until now." You said quietly.

Steve's brow furrowed as he took your hands in his. "Oh, baby," he said softly. "That would never upset me. It's completely fine that you're a virgin, and I would never pressure you to have sex before you're ready."

You bit your lip. "But you're so experienced, and I have no experience at all, other than making out." You said with a frown.

"I understand," he said reassuringly. "Everyone starts out inexperienced. But when you decide to have sex and with whom is entirely up to you. If you want to wait, that's your choice. Everyone's different, but you should never feel ashamed about being a virgin or inexperienced." He gave a small smile.

"About being ready," you said, looking up at him. "I am ready to have sex. I trust you, and I know you're the one I've been saving myself for." "Wait, are you sure?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Because it's okay if you aren't ready. You don't need to have sex with me just to make me happy."

You smiled. "No, I'm not just saying it, Steve. I really am ready. I know I am. I want to do this with you." He nodded and leaned in, kissing you softly at first. The kiss quickly grew passionate and hungry. You tangled your fingers in his brown locks as you made out. Steve broke the kiss, then stood and scooped you up into his arms, making you giggle.

He led you upstairs to his bedroom and gently laid you down on his bed. He resumed kissing you, trailing down your neck and leaving a trail of hickies on your soft skin. As he continued kissing down your body, he slowly removed all your clothes until you were completely naked. He stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you. "God, you're so gorgeous laid out on my bed like this." He said, biting his lip. Spreading your legs, he took in the sight of your pussy. You propped yourself up on your elbows, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation, wondering what he would do next.

Steve climbed onto the bed and nestled his head between your legs. He licked a slow, sensual stripe up your folds, eliciting a gasp and a sigh from you as you rested your head back on the soft pillow. Encouraged, he licked up your folds once more before gently spreading them.

He looked up at you hungrily before diving in, licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. "Fuck, baby." You moaned as he ate you out with abandon, like a starved man.

The familiar tension began to build in your core, and soon a wave of intense pleasure washed over you, causing your legs to tremble.

You uttered Steve's name breathlessly as you climaxed. He pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're so alluring, princess. I can't wait to fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cock." He said with a glint in his eye. You gazed up at him, biting your lip coyly. "What are you waiting for?" You replied. "Oh baby, I'm gonna make sure that I ruin you for anyone else tonight." He said with a devilish smirk.

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

[joeliz99]

MET GALA- Joe Keery

Description: (Y/N) navigates her first MET Gala with Joe by her side. After the glamorous event, they both share a tender moment alone.

Warnings: None, Fluff, Established relationship

Word count: 1314

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For the first time ever, (Y/N) was invited to the Met Gala, donning an exquisite creation by Gaurav Gupta. It was the most elaborate and breathtaking outfit she had ever worn.

Relatively new to the public eye and experiencing this level of recognition, (Y/N) was both thrilled and petrified about what the night would bring. After all, being one of the few Latinxs at this exclusive event only added to the significance of the evening.

Joe, who had been on the verge of canceling due to a Heineken promo deal for the F1 races, managed to make it work. She had also been there as his plus one, so they both traveled from Miami to New York on separate days to beat the tight schedule.

While (Y/N) and Joe prepared in different rooms—given the numerous people involved in perfecting (Y/N)’s look—the moment of transformation was nothing short of magical. When she finally saw her reflection, she was left speechless, her heart racing at the sight of her stunning appearance. This transformative moment was captured for later promotional content on social media.

After expressing heartfelt thanks to the designer, Joe knocked on the door. His reaction was probably the highlight of her evening. Overwhelmed with awe, he struggled to find the right words, simply gazing in wonder at all the details of (Y/N)’s look. He hesitated to touch (Y/N), as if afraid to disturb the perfection before him.

“I’m absolutely floored,” Joe finally said, his smile lighting up the room. He took (Y/N)’s hand, his eyes never leaving theirs. “You’re going to be the star of the night, baby. You guys nailed it!”

They shared a few more quiet moments together, savoring the intimacy before heading out. As they approached the Met Gala, the swarm of paparazzi was already buzzing with anticipation.

In the quiet of the car before arriving, (Y/N) leaned in close to Joe. “I feel like I’m going to burst from nerves. Can you feel my heartbeat?” (Y/N) whispered, guiding Joe’s hand to her chest.

“You don’t need to worry about a thing,” Joe replied softly, pressing a reassuring kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Just be yourself and enjoy every moment. Remember, this is your night. I’m right here behind you if you need me. You’ve got this.” (Y/N) nodded, sighing in relief, and gave him a tender peck on the lips. He returned the kiss as the car came to a stop. “Let’s do this,” he said with a grin.

The initial moments at the gala were as overwhelming as expected. With a team directing (Y/N) on where to go, who to talk to, and when to pose, she began to feel more at ease. The girl's charisma started to shine through as she smiled, waved, posed, and engaged in conversations about her projects, taking every opportunity to express gratitude for the chance to be part of such a special night.

Joe, as promised, stayed a few steps behind, allowing (Y/N) to bask in the spotlight while enjoying the evening himself. They did, however, carve out a few moments for themselves amidst the festivities.

In one particularly charming moment, Joe pulled (Y/N) close for a photo. With his arm wrapped securely around (Y/N)’s waist, he leaned in and whispered, “I could spend the entire night just admiring you.” The chemistry between them was palpable in every photo, their connection evident to everyone present. As they approached the final interviews, reporters turned their attention to the couple.

“Let me start by saying, Joeliz, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” (Y/N) replied, her face lighting up with a genuine smile. “I really appreciate that.”

“So, this is your first time attending the gala together, right? How are you feeling?”

“It’s honestly surreal,” Joe said, his hand resting gently on (Y/N)’s waist. “We’re beyond excited to be here and surrounded by such incredible people.”

“Let’s talk about you two,” a reporter said with a grin. “We’re all thrilled to see you together tonight. Is this your first event as a couple?”

“It is, sort of,” (Y/N) chuckled softly. “There’s no one else I’d rather share this moment with than my husband.”

The reporters' eyes widened in surprise at this revelation. The fact that (Y/N) and Joe had been married for two years and had kept their relationship a secret until now was unexpected to many.

After a few more questions, they bid their farewells and headed to the official dinner. The dinner was pleasant but lacked excitement, so after it they decided to make a quick detour to their hotel for a change into more comfortable after-party outfits.

The after-party was in full swing, with upbeat music and lively chatter filling the room. The venue was beautifully decorated, and the crowd was a mix of high-profile artists and industry insiders.

Joe and (Y/N) were on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of people. Joe, ever the social butterfly, was effortlessly moving through the crowd, introducing (Y/N) to various guests. The atmosphere was electric, but Joe kept glancing over to ensure (Y/N) was comfortable and enjoying herself.

With a mischievous grin, he gently tugged her away from a particularly enthusiastic conversation. “Come dance with me. I think it’s time for a little break from the mingling.”

(Y/N) smiled, allowing Joe to lead her to a quieter corner of the dance floor where the music was softer and more intimate. As they began to sway to the rhythm, (Y/N) rested her head on Joe’s shoulder, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

After a few songs, Joe excused himself to fetch some drinks. He soon returned and, having heard from others that the rooftop area was also available, decided it was the perfect place for a more private escape.

He guided (Y/N) through the bustling party and toward a discreet stairway. They climbed up to the rooftop, where the city lights stretched out below them, and the night sky was clear and serene. The rooftop was a tranquil haven, adorned with cozy seating areas lit by soft, twinkling string lights.

“Welcome to our little escape,” Joe said as he led (Y/N) to a comfortable couch set against the backdrop of the shimmering cityscape. He gestured to the inviting seating area. “I thought we could use a moment away from all the chaos.”

As they settled onto the couch, (Y/N) lay back against Joe’s chest, feeling the strength of his embrace. The quietude of the rooftop was a stark contrast to the party’s energetic buzz, allowing them to fully enjoy the serenity of their private retreat.

“I know it’s been a whirlwind tonight,” Joe murmured, his lips brushing against (Y/N)’s ear. “But I just wanted to say how proud I am of you. You’ve been incredible.”

(Y/N) sighed contentedly, resting her head on Joe’s shoulder. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you. Tonight has been magical.”

Turning slightly, (Y/N) faced Joe, their hearts beating faster as their lips met. The kiss was both sweet and passionate, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire. After a moment, Joe pulled back, looking into (Y/N)’s eyes with a warm smile. He reached for the champagne glasses they had brought up, handing one to her. They clinked glasses, enjoying the bubbles and the calm atmosphere.

“Here’s to many more nights like this,” Joe said softly, his gaze warm and loving.

Smiling, (Y/N) snuggled closer. “Here’s to us.”

As the night wore on, they reluctantly left their rooftop retreat, their hearts full and their spirits high. They returned to their hotel, eager to unwind and reflect on the unforgettable evening before heading home the next day.

[justmeinadaze]

Nothing's Gonna Change My World (Steddie X You) (Documentarians/ Addict Universe)

A/N: Nothing new for me when it comes to writing about addiction but for some it may be heavy. Know that you are loved and you matter <3.

Warnings: Experimentees Steddie/ Fem Experimentees Y/N, In the alternative universe Documentarians Steddie and Alcohol addict Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, voyeurism (if you squint I guess lol), etc. FLUFF, they care about her and she truly does care about them, she just struggles.

ANGST! *Twirls in angst with a banner that reads ANGST*

We find out what happened to the readers sister, drunk driving mentioned in this universe and the alternative, aftermath of that experience briefly mentioned in alternative universe, reader struggle with addiction in the alternate universe with mentions of withdrawals and how that affects her. In the alternative universe, Eddie mentions his father being an addict while Steve's mom is mentioned as being an alcoholic and the reason for his doc. Guys get into a fight.

Current Universe and alternative universe push back. All three hate the way they are in the alternative universe and it affects them in the current one.

This chapter is a bit heavy and I've had it on my mind for awhile. With the next few I want to explore more of the guys background and I think now the reader will be more open to that.

Word count: 4304

Series here/Donate

“I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“Then why did you bring it up?”, the doctor countered as he smirked your way.

“I thought you wanted us to be honest or some shit?”

“I do but that doesn’t mean you all are.”, he chuckles. “But I can understand why you would be apprehensive. Intimacy like that is a very private thing.”

Your eyebrows raise sarcastically at his assessment as you readjust your body in the chair across from his desk. 

“Not quite for me. I’ve gotten in trouble a few times for having sex out in the open. This was just… I don’t know how to explain it… When I woke up I could still feel the desire but it was so intense.”

“The person you were being intimate with, could you tell it was someone you loved?”

“I love you both so much. I should have something before but I was so scared.”

“Yeah it was.”, you try and answer flatly as your words from the universe echo in your brain. 

“Have you ever felt that way about someone here?”

Your head snaps in his direction.

“What do you mean by here? Like in the experiment?!”

“No… no, no. I mean in this universe you’re currently in. Have you ever loved someone like the you in the other one?” Blinking you run through all your failed relationship and drunken hookups over the last few years before shaking your head. “I can’t say anything with confidence but it seems like possibly the current you and the alternate yous are experiencing some conflicting emotions.”

“Yeah especially since none of them are like me.”

“How so?”

“They just seem stronger, hopeful…safe.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“We don’t think little of you at all.”

“You mean the world to us, honey.

“You’re safe with us, sweetheart.”

Shrugging, you fold your arms over your chest as you shake their words from your head. 

***

That night you toss and turn with no relief as you think about your past. Memories of your sister replay especially those last moments.

“Y/N, I love you so much. Please, can you at least get sober for me? All I want is for you to be happy.”

“I am happy, Kallie! Jesus, get off my fucking back—”

Tears fill your eyes as the sound of screeching tires fill your ears and you hastily pull back the blankets as you step out into the hallway allowing your feet to lead you. 

Quietly, you open Eddie’s bedroom door, shocked to find that he’s not alone. 

While the long-haired boy was on his side with his back facing the wall, Steve was on his own back snoring softly with his arm behind his head. 

Carefully climbing in between, them, you pull the covers over you three before grabbing Eddie’s arm and tugging it over your hip. Stirring slightly, he tugged you closer to his chest as his palm moved to rest between your cheek and the pillow. 

“Everything alright?”, he whispers seamlessly as if he had known you for years. 

“Yeah…I was just…thinking about my sister…and…”

As your voice trembled and cracked at your last word, Eddie tenderly shushed you as he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. The nightmare is over and you’re safe.”

Turning your head slightly, you gently pressed your lips to his, reveling in the taste. Eddie’s eyes open as he becomes more alert and his thumb softly caresses your cheek. Your hips slowly grinded back into his as his palm slides down your chest to your tummy, gently rubbing the skin under your shirt. 

After nodding your head signaling your approval, his long hair slapped his face as he turned his own to watch his hand disappear under the covers and the waistband of your pants. 

“Oh my God, you’re so wet.”, Eddie groaned as his fingers glided effortlessly between your folds. 

Circling your arm behind you around his neck, you brought his mouth back to yours as he slowly massaged circles against your clit, mewling against your tongue as your ass pressed against him.

“Fuck me, Eddie.”

In a sloppy haste, he yanked at your sweats and panties before reaching to pull down his causing the man beside him to stir. Steve’s beautiful eyes groggily opened as he took in the sight beside him and locked eyes with you as his friend ran the tip of his cock between your dripping pussy lips.

His gaze shifted toward Eddie who nodded and a little whimper escaped you as you watched the other man lower his pants slightly to allow his steadily hardening length to break free. The long-haired boy breached your entrance and the pleasant stretch had you both moaning as he began gradually thrusting his hips. 

Licking his palm, Steve matched his pace, stroking his cock and biting his bottom lip to stifle the moan that wanted to be heard. 

“Shit, baby.”, Eddie whispered, placing his hand behind your head and turning you so he could kiss you again. 

The schlick sound of the boy beside you had your pussy clenching around the man inside you and the metalhead couldn’t help but close his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours while he pumped his hips harder into yours. 

“J-Just like that, please. I’m gonna cum.”

Your eyes rolled back as one of your hands covered the one Eddie had by your cheek while the other reached for the free palm Steve had beside him. Both men threaded their fingers through yours as your head fell back against the pillows and you came. 

Eddie smothered his grunts in your neck as he quickly pulled out and rapidly stroked himself as his release hit the meat of your ass. Steve’s hips rutted up into his hand as he whimpered and his spend sputtered out onto thigh.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, you listened to the pretty boy roll off the bed before returning and handing his friend a washcloth to clean yourselves with. 

“Hey.”, Steve murmured as he reached out to touch your face. “Are you ok?”

When you nod, he blinks praying that everything really was alright but as he began to roll over you grabbed his hand and cuddled it to your chest. 

Both men watched as your eyes gradually closed and you snuggled closer to them. 

“I love you.”, you whispered causing small smiles to flicker across their faces.

***

Neither man said a word as they ate their breakfast with you picking at your bowl occasionally staring outside window as the sun began to rise. 

“Why were you in his room last night?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”, Steve answered casually as he took a bite of his food. “I, um, I’ve been doing it these past couple of nights. I sleep better I’ve noticed.”

“Probably because of the universes.”

Both boys exchange a look before Eddie agrees.

“Probably. Is that why you crawled into my bed?”

“I needed to feel safe and for some reason I only feel that with you two. I guess they are imprinting on us, you know? We need to shake it before we leave here.”

The pretty boy’s head tilts at your statement. 

“Why?”

“No, why?”, Eddie asks again when you shrug.

“Trust me. You don’t want to be friends with me.”

“Yeah, we don’t. We want to be more.” Your head snaps in their direction as the metalhead continues. “We like you a lot, Y/N.”

“You don’t know me, Eddie, and I thought you two fucking hated each other.”

“We talked it out and moved on. That’s what being an adult is.”

“Jesus, you sound like my father.”

“What happened with Kallie?”, Steve abruptly asks causing you to glare his way. “Because whatever happened is the reason you push us away and why you have such a low opinion of yourself. I want to know.”

“Fuck you, Steven!”, you growl as you throw your bowl in his face giving everyone in the room pause.

“Is everything alright?”, the doctor asks as he comes to your table taking everything in. 

“Yeah, everything’s fucking peachy.”, Steve grumbles as he wipes his face with a towel while Eddie sits beside him clenching his fists. 

“Ok…well…it’s time to go to vessels. Clean up and head that way.”

Shifting your gaze towards them, your sour demeanor falters as you watch them angerly gather their empty dishes including yours. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. I just—”

“You think you’re the only one who’s been through bullshit? Fuck you, honey. Maybe you’re right. We need to fucking shake this feeling off because I will not have another person in my life who’s push and pull. You either love us or you fucking don’t.”

Tears sting your eyes as you lag behind and place yourself in the pod that you were now beginning to hate. 

“Everything ok, sweetie?”, the nurse asks, pursing her lips when you don’t answer. “Alright, here’s your calming agent. There we go. Just lay back and relax. Dropping in, in 3…2…1…”

################

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, you grumble as you dig through your cabinets manically, throwing things behind you that clang loudly on impact. 

“What’s going on, Y/N?”, Steve asks softly from behind the kitchen counter.

When you agreed to be a part of his documentary, you didn’t think you would be as open with them as you had been these last five months but after finding a flyer on a pole down the street with an offer to pay for your time, you thought what the hell. 

You were strapped for cash and desperate for any funds you could get since your family had completely cut you off. Steve Harrington and his cameraman Eddie Munson were incredibly kind and not what you were expecting at all.

At the beginning of this project, you struggled with trying to hide your disease but the more they lent an open ear the more you spilled willingly. 

“I, um, I can’t find any more bottles of…well…anything and I’m, um, I’m crashing a-a bit.”, you stutter with a slight giggle hoping to make the situation not as intense as you felt it was. 

“What happens if you don’t get any alcohol?”

“I-I-I could get really sick and m-my hands will… My anxiety just—WHOOSH—through the fucking roof!”, you beam. “Hey, let’s, um, let’s walk to the corner store and get a bottle of something good. Maybe get some snacks, yeah?”

The man smiles at you as you grin, placing his hand over the camera as you disappear into your bedroom.

“I feel kind of bad filming this, Ed.”

“I mean…it’s her life… This is what she struggles with every day and you said you wanted to capture that.”, Eddie sighs as he puts his equipment down to grab his jacket. “My dad was the same way with his narcotics. She should honestly be thankful she’s not in prison like him after what happened.”

Steve sighs as you bounce back into the room with tennis shoes and your heavy hoodie. 

“Is it ok if we walk? Obviously, I don’t have a car but I know it’s cold and—”

“We don’t mind walking, honey, unless you’re feeling sick or something.”

Again, you giggle as you lean forward to wrap your arms around him. It had been so long since someone had been so sweet to you. After the accident, your parents refused to return any of your calls and ignored you at every turn. Your extended family disowned you and due to the alcoholism you lost so many friends leaving you alone most of the time. Kallie said she would always be there for you but…

“You boys are too good to me. N-No, I think a walk will be good. Yeah…it will be very good.”

They follow behind as you babble about your town and ask them a few questions hoping to distract yourself as you try to focus on their answers. 

“S-S-So when this film is released, you’re going to be a big Hollywood director, huh, Steve?”

“Oh, uh, most likely not but…”, he chuckles before his friend pushes his arm. 

“With my camera skill and editing wizardry, we definitely will.”, Eddie grins. “I think it’d be cool to make more documentaries. My mom always enjoyed them.”

“She would have been so proud of you, Ed-did-ee.” 

Both men exchange a nervous glance as your dialogue begins to truly falter. Last time they saw you like this, you were crashing so bad they called EMS who brought you to the ER. 

You sighed happily when the gas station came into view as you practically ran forward and bounced to the back to grab a couple of cans of beer before waiting in line to pay. 

“Hey, Y/N. How are we doin’ today?”

“G-G-Good. Just thirsty.”, you giggle as your shaky hands drop change on the counter. Everyone shares a knowing glance as you count it out before Eddie quietly pulls his handheld camera out of his pocket and starts to film the exchange. “Is…is this…I think this is enough.”

“Uh, no, baby, it’s not. Maybe…maybe you should get a bottle of water instead—”

“I DON’T need water! I need a drink! Now how much more is it, Kevin?!”

“$10.”

You blink as you search your jeans for more change causing Steve to step forward before the other boy stops him. 

“Shit…uh…come on, Kev. How about I take these now and pay you back next time. I’m getting some cash from—”

“I can’t do that, Y/N, you know that.”

“FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ok, ok, um—”

“Here, uh, for her and a pack of cigarettes for my friend.”, the boy offers before you suddenly grab his wrist. 

“St-St-Steve, I can’t…I can’t let you—”

“It’s ok, honey. I need a cigarette to.”, he softly grins as he pays.

As you three walk back out, you pop open the top and chug back half the can before sighing in relief. Both men know this is just a band-aid. You’ll drink these two cans and buy the time the sun goes down you’ll need more.

“I swear I’ll pay you back, Steve!”

“Oh, no. You don’t need to—”

“No, no. I insist. You two are the only family I have now so…”

***

“Harrington, you can’t do that. You can’t enable her.”, Eddie whispers as you sleep soundly on the couch. 

“What was I supposed to do? Watch her spiral down till she ended up in the hospital?”

“Yes. We’re observers in this, man. We’re observing and displaying.”

“I can’t, man. She reminds me of my mom…”

“Yeah…isn’t that why you wanted to do this? To show people the pitfalls of alcoholism because of what you went through with your mom?” When the man didn’t answer, the long-haired boy opened his camera causing his friend to groan. “No, you want to be involved you’re involved. You said you wanted to show people what it was like because of your mom, yeah?”

“Fuck you.”, Steve growled. 

“That’s why I signed up for this. My dad was addicted to painkillers and ruined my fucking life. My moms to since he stole her medication constantly! He was a selfish fucking asshole JUST like your mother.”

Steve charged at his friend, stirring you as you quickly assessed the situation before rising to your feet to pry them apart. 

“Wha? What’s going on? Stop it!”

“Fuck you, Munson! My mom wasn’t selfish! She loved me!”

“Then why didn’t she put the fucking bottle down?!”

“It…it’s hard…”, you answer for him making him grumble as Eddie reaches for his camera that had been knocked over and points it towards you. 

“It’s hard?! Is it really that fucking hard especially after flipping a car?!”

Loud knocking on your door keeps you from answering as you angerly stalk that way. 

“WHAT?!”

“Open the fucking door, Y/N!”

Your jaw drops at the sound of the voice on the other end as you glance towards the boys who seem equally surprised. After slowly reaching for the knob, you open the door gradually revealing Kallie on the other side.

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“What’s going on, Sash?”, the doctor asked as he powerwalked into the room after the alarm in his office began to screech. 

“I don’t know. This examinee seems to be…fighting? It’s like her current brain is trying to force herself to wake up.”, the nurse answered as she utilizes a washcloth to wipe the sweat from your face. 

“We’re seeing little spikes to from two other examinees but not as bad.”

“From who?”

“Um…Steven Harrington and Edward Munson.”, the other nurse relays as she looks over her monitors.

“Is it serious? Should we pull them out?”, your nurse asks as she grips your arm. 

“No. They should be fine. Just give all three of them another shot of the calming formula and keep an eye on them especially Y/N.”

“Yes, sir.”

###################

“I have been calling you for two days straight! Why don’t you answer your fucking phone?!”

“I…I, Kallie, what are you doing here? I don’t have…a phone anymore.”

Her angry eyes soften for a moment as she scans you over before using the cane in her hand to hobble towards your couch. 

“Who are these guys? Friends?”

“Um, yeah, kinda. They are making a documentary and have lived with me for the past few months. This is Eddie who’s the technical guy with the camera. He-he’s really amazing Kallie. You should see the other stuff he’s filmed a-a-and this is Steve the, uh, director slash talent.”, you chuckle nervously as you point to each boy. “This is my sister Kallie.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah. What’s your documentary about?”

“People who deal with alcoholism.”, Steve answered cautiously as he takes a seat on the side between you both. 

“Huh. Why don’t you film this little interaction? I don’t mind.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Don’t want people to see who you really are with family?” You glance their way and Eddie flashes you a soft smile as he sets up the camera to capture you both. “Do you need to ask me a question or something?”

“Why are you here, Kallie? I haven’t seen you in over a year. I-I missed you.”, you started before he could say anything. 

Her beautiful, dark colored eyes shifted your way as she leaned back in her chair. 

“Yeah. I missed my sister to… the one I had before you started drinking.” She paused as she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “I came here today because I’m, um, I’m getting married in a few months—”

“Kallie, oh my god! That’s amazing, baby!”, you exclaim a bit too loudly as you try to control the urge to run and hug her. “What are they like? Are they good to you?”

“Yeah…yeah, he’s good to me. He makes me laugh and he’s actually very sweet. I actually met him at Dad’s firm.”, she giggles before glancing your way to see your smile falter.

“H-He’s in law?”

“He’s a cop. He was there at the… Dad wanted to thank him for saving my life.”

Your bottom lip trembles as your eyes begin to flick around the room. Both men have seen this before when a rough topic comes up. You’re looking for something to drink but you’re trying to control the urge. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?”, Steve whispers.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. That’s wonderful, Kal. I’m…I’m so happy for you.”

“I came today because…I want you to be there…at my wedding.”

Your eyes widen as a knot pierces your heart. 

“You want me there?”

“Of course, Y/N. Y/N, I love you so much even after everything. I don’t know if you realize that or not. I just…if you come you have to sober…”

Eddie’s eyes close as his head hangs and you hear him sigh.

###############

“Is it Y/N again?”, the doctor asks.

“No, it’s Mr. Munson and his heartrate increasing at a rapid rate.”, the nurse shouts as his monitor’s beep.  

“Fuck. Something’s not right.”

##############

“Kallie…thank you but you know dad won’t let you invite me. Plus, everyone will be staring and it should be your day—”

“Fuck them, Y/N! You are my sister! I don’t care what people fucking think!”

“OH YEAH!? Then where have you been?! I haven’t seen you in a fucking year, Kal!”

“Because I’ve been fucking recovering from a drunk driving accident!”, she shouts. “Or do you not fucking remember?”

“I-I-I…”

“Wasn’t enough to get you to stop fucking drinking though was it?! The fact that you almost killed me! Now I can barely fucking walk!”, she shouts as she bangs her cane against the floor.

Steve’s fists clench into his knees as you glance towards him and see his eye lids flutter. 

##############

“Mr. Harrington just spiked!”

“What the fuck are they seeing there that it’s affecting them but no one else?”, the doctor muses.

“What do we do?!”

#################

“Please… just go to rehab. I’ll be there with you every step of the way, Y/N.”

“Kallie, I…I can’t, ok. I really am happy for you though a-a-and I’m so proud of you.”, you force a smile as you rise to your feet and push past everyone to scurry towards your kitchen to grab the second beer you left in the fridge. 

“I put up with all your bullshit. I fought the family every time they said you were a fuck up. We went through everything together and what do I get in return? I deserved better! This is the most important day of my life, Y/N, and you can’t do this one thing for me? You can’t heal for me?”

Popping open the can, you sip some of the contents before shaking your head. 

“It was good seeing you, honey. I love you to…so much…”

################

“Y/N, NO!”, Eddie screams as he sits upright and fumbles with the googles on his eyes. 

“Mr. Munson! We need you to breathe! There we go.”

“Mr. Harrington, STOP!”, the nurse scolds as she grabs the boy’s bicep as he slumps out of his pod and slowly slides to the floor where nurses and security were trying to hold you down as you tried to fight them. 

“Let me go! Kallie! I need to see her wedding! I need to tell her I’m sorry! STOP!”, you screamed before all three of you were sedated and the world went black. 

***

When you woke up a few hours later you weren’t in your room but a different area of the building that felt more like a hospital than anything. Machines attached to you were steadily beeping as you glanced down at all the little sticky electrodes attached to your body. 

“Y/N.”

“Mr. Munson!”, a nurse hisses before he raises his palms in surrender as he dodges her fast hands that try to grab him. 

“I just want to check on my friend. I’m not going anywhere.” He waits for her to nod and hastily scurries to your bed as he sits on the end facing you. “I am so sorry. I never would judge you or talk to you…either of you the way I did in that universe. I’m not ashamed of you or anything, sweetheart, I swear.”

“Me either, honey.”, Steve whispers as he comes up to your sides. “Fuck, I hate that the other men didn’t stop her from screaming at you. I just wanted to jump in front of you and protect you.”

Blinking, a sense of numbness overcame you until you finally looked their way again. 

“My parents are assholes like yours, Steve. They are so fucking self-righteous when it comes to their place in society. Kind of like your dad, Eddie, ours would scream at us and tell us how much better we needed to be. My sister and I ignored him though. We used to sneak out and do crazy shit all the time.”, you laugh at the memory. “I genuinely didn’t notice the drinking became a problem until I lost my first job. I had been out the night before with some guy and passed out…”

“As I steadily got worse, Kallie seemed to excel. She graduated college, started working at the law firm that was the complete opposite of what my parents did. I got arrested a couple of times and thrown out of my apartment for being a nuisance. I just wanted to have fun.”

As your voice begins to shake, Eddie reaches out to grab your hand and you allow it. 

“One night, I picked her up from her house so we could have dinner with my family. I had already pre-gamed, preparing to deal with their bullshit but I swore I was still sober enough. She brought up me getting sober and I didn’t want to hear it; couldn’t hear it. Kallie said she loved me and she just wanted me to be happy. I turned to yell at her, missing the red light and…”

“Baby…I am so sorry.”, Steve cooed as he pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t know me and trust me you don’t want to know me. Even after what I did, I didn’t stop. I’ve tried, Lord knows I have and thankfully I’m not as bad as the other universe but…I have no one and I learned that’s better for everyone anyway if they just stay away from me.”

“Sweetheart, that’s not true. You…you can’t do this by yourself. We can help you. Trust me, beautiful girl, Kallie would not have wanted you to be alone.” 

At Eddie’s words, you collapse forward into his chest and begin to sob. Holding you tightly, he pets your head as Steve tilts towards you to hug you both. 

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— dating steve harrington: drive in movies. visiting him at scoops ahoy while he secretly gives you free scoops. late night drives anywhere you’d want. sneaking in your bedroom late at night just to at least hold you, comforting you while you’re by his side falling asleep.

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[katerinasas]

AUGUST. ☀️ steve harrington x fem!reader

in which steve harrington and his girl just love august.

fluff

steve harrington and his girlfriend (you) LOVE august.

teenagers are always falling in love at that time of year, including you guys. every august, falling more in love.

steve loves his girlfriends tanned skin and lighter hair. your new shoes and clothes you’re so proud of. yohr bright smiles. football games and homecoming dances with you. having 8am to curfew with his girl because they’re able to do whatever they want after 3pm. “study” dates. late night trips to diners and it’s still hot enough for you get away with shorts! (and one of steve’s hoodies, of course.)

august reminded you of love. excitement. that certain feeling no one can explain at the beginning of the school year. unashamed hand holding through the parking lot and “accidentally” running into each other in the hallway during class.

for steve and his girl, for teenagers all around the globe, the beginning of school is for new opportunities. new love. new realationships. all things new. but most importantly, the best kind of love.

teenage love. and steve harrington and his best girl have certainly found it.

—

august is my favourite time of year

praying when me and you go back to school we get a steve harrington ☝���

[stellatekintsugi]

Joe Keery

[losing-it-lately]

doing Steve's makeup

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steve harrington x reader fluff

Steve Harrington feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He didn’t even think he deserved heaven after everything he did in high school and all the girls’ hearts he strung along and all the people he hurt. But now, with his head in your hands and his heart in your palms, he thinks that maybe he did really turn his life around; his mind is mostly empty, just one last question bouncing around the crevices of his brain: “how is he even here?”

If you ask anyone but Steve, the answer would be simple. Ask Eddie, and he would just explain that it’s common knowledge that metal music is a progressive scene, one where man and makeup collide. That, and that Steve melts like butter in the palm of your hand, choosing to do anything to get close to you, even rejecting his “boy-next-door” look for some black eyeliner. Ask Nancy, and she would tell you she’s been waiting for someone kind to come back to Steve and that Steve has been waiting for you to come to him. Ask Robin, and she will wind up about a messy and descriptive but warm anecdote that all starts with you bringing them to Corroded Coffin’s new gig.

The Hideout is never packed, unless it’s a Friday. The combination of loud music, non-functioning lights and Hawkin’s lack of bars and clubs resulted in an absolute haven for youth, and on top of that, Corroded Coffin had been moved from their regular Tuesday shift to the late Friday night one. Usually, the odd scent of the bar mixed with the unnecessary amount of people was enough to turn you away from Friday nights at the Hideout, but Eddie was playing; what kind of hype man would you be if you didn’t drag Robin and Steve with you?

Despite the overfilled bar, someone had still managed to catch Robin’s eye in the corner of the bar.

“Oh my god. She’s here! She’s here and I look like shit!” In classic Buckley fashion, Robin began what should have been a calm night by noticing Nancy Wheeler in the corner of the Hideout with her classic notepad and her permed bangs; a journalist in the making writing for an article in the making, a little column piece on Eddie’s “up and coming band”.

“Rob, you never look like shit,” you reassure as you begin to reach for your purse. Robin’s a smart girl, but she forgets how other people see her and can spiral. Sometimes she just needs something to ground her- “I can do your makeup if it makes you feel better?”

Robin’s lips begin to turn back up, her eyes preen with appreciation and she rasps out a kind “yes please!”

She lowers herself on a barstool. The bar was mostly dark, excusing some random working lamps above varying booths, but it was still enough for Steve to gaze at you, whilst you finished working your magic. Cleaning and then using a soft eyeliner to blend her eyes and then a mascara to draw attention to them, Robin laughs as your collection of tools softly tickles her face.

Steve’s wide eyes repeatedly glance over your face, concentration forcing you to forget about his presence. He has never wanted anything more than how he wants to wear that makeup.

Using the dark brown liner and the random mauve-y, chocolatey shade of old lipstick in your purse, you finished up adorning Robin’s face. The perfect time for Steve to interject. “i want makeup too,” he squeaks out.

Both yours and Robin's eyes zero in on him, a knowing smirk gracing Robin's face before she leaps from her chair and practically runs to Nancy.

“For the concert, I want to look metal,” he adds as a small blush begins to grow from his ears.

“Ok,” you respond with a smile. He starts shifting in his chair, trying to figure out an angle where he can be comfortably near you and you can easily start fixing up his face. As you stand in front of him and manoeuvre your hands to hold him, a gentle feeling starts to spread in his torso. You’re so close, and from this angle, you are so beautiful. His eyes gaze up at you and his hands circle around your legs, firmly grasping the backs of your thighs. His hands are soft and strong, and his touch is light and warm.

You hold his jaw with the palm of your hand; if you press enough, you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your fingers. You had never thought that Steve Harrington would be interested in makeup or metal music, and you were right; he wasn’t interested in makeup or metal music- he was interested in you.

Taking the spare black eyeliner from your bag, you begin to draw on his eyes, occasionally angling his head in a new direction. Steve feels like every time you come near him, his life goes in a new direction. You colour and smudge the eyeliner, ignoring his big brown eyes and the way that they monitor your every move. You feel like you could live in his gaze, and truth be told, he would let you.

Your fingers begin to inch up from his neck and chin to his lips, ghosting over them as both of your breathing dwindles. You can feel the air he breathes out on your finger tips, in fact, without noticing, you begin to feel it on your face as he brings you closer. His hands push you into him as his lined eyes drop down to your lips.

Steve’s eyes begin to close and he can feel your lips getting even closer, and then he hears you gasp loudly in shock. His eyes startle open and his hands are suddenly cold and wet. Somebody's beer is washed down your back, your hair and blouse drenched from behind.

Steve lips frown in a soft pout as it hits him that the moment is gone. Everything turns into white noise as he understands that you nearly kissed him: the apologies from the drunk girl who spilled it, Eddie’s music, the bartender's offer of napkins. It all fades until he watches you slip off to the bathroom, trying to fix your problem.

[harringtons-cupid]

Hi I was wondering if your taking any requests at the moment if so I was wondering if you could do a Joe keery smut imagine based on the photo of him in Italy smacking the girls butt and when they get to the rocks or even on the boat smut happens and it's mostly kinky (like him having his hand lightly around readers throat) but romantic parts like him saying sweet things afterwards

Thank you for the request, I’m sorry it’s about a year late 🫣

Smut: Cunnilingus, doggystyle sex , missionary sex, standing sex, dirty talk. Cum eating. Blowjob. Choking. Arse spanking.

Fluff: Kissing, hand holding, aftercare. Sea Swimming. Private boat event.

It was hot, very hot. You were in a tight black bikini, your hair tied into a tight bun. Since Joe had invited you to Italy, it had been a whirlwind.

Subtle touches and glances at the restaurant but nothing more, you were slightly nervous to be around him.

The paparazzi followed him everywhere, you weren’t sure if he hated it or not. Several times, he had pulled you into a side alleyway to hide from them.

It might have been the heat but you needed him on you, to kiss him.

So when he organised a small private boat ride for the two of you, you squealed with delight.

Packing a few things in your handbag before meeting him out front, he had a white shirt on with shorts. His sunglasses were resting on his head.

He raised his eyebrows at you once with a smirk before opening the car door.

“Looking good” he whispered as you passed him.

Blushing intensely, you climbed into the passenger seat. A tight striped dress clung to your body, the car was hot as he climbed in next to you.

The drive was silent, staring out at the views flying past you. You wanted to touch his hand on the gearstick but didn’t.

When you arrived at the port, Joe took care of percuring the boat. Before leading you to the end of the dock, a small white boat bobbed in the water.

He helped you onto the boat before jumping on himself, it roared to life from a turn of a key.

Joe was good at driving the boat, you sat facing the sea as his eyes flicked between you and the sea.

He drove the boat until you were far enough out to have peace and quiet. It rocked against the waves, the sun bore down onto you both.

Within seconds, he already whipped his shirt off and had readied himself for jumping in.

You squealed as water sprayed your dress, not feeling completely ready. You just watched him swim in circles until he held out his hand.

“Come in, it’s very nice” he grinned up at you, his hair was wet and stuck to his face.

He was so pretty, you couldn’t say no to him.

Nodding reluctantly, you stripped into your bikini before balancing on the edge of the boat.

Joe moved further away so that you had space to jump in, keeping his eyes on you as you lifted off the boat.

The water was freezing as your body landed in the water, squealing loudly at the temperature difference.

You could hear him laughing as you rose to the surface, the water was very clear.

He swam over to you, grinning at you. Your bodies were inches away from each other, panting heavily as you both treaded in the water.

You both stayed in the water until you grew tired and climbed onto the side ladder of the boat. He hovered behind you and as you bent over to land onto the boat, he spanked your ass.

Gasping, you turned to face him where you caught him wink at you. Blushing and biting down a smile, you laid down on the boat.

He joined you not long after, the sun blazing down on you both. Sea water clung to your bodies, his eyes kept grazing over to you.

“So did you fancy going for some food?” He leant over towards you.

You could see his eyes burning into you through his sunglasses, your chest fluttered from the interaction.

“Shall we go back now then?” You smiled at him sweetly.

“That sounds nice” he nodded, jumping to his feet. He extended his hand out for you to take.

You wobbled into his body, catching your breath from the close contact. His hand touched your face to wipe a strand of hair off your skin.

Your faces inches apart, your eyelashes fluttered from his touch. You really wanted to kiss him.

And to your surprise, he did.

His lips were soft against yours as the sun bore down against your back, moving seamlessly together.

You felt yourself grow more and more heated with every kiss, pushing yourself closer to his body.

“God I’ve wanted to kiss from the moment I saw you” he mumbled against your lips.

He kissed you harder, his hand trailed up your body before reaching your throat.

“Please” you said, even though he hadn’t asked a question.

It was both on your minds, so he did.

Hard, increasing the throbbing between your legs as he kissed you.

He stopped squeezing you and his hand moved between your legs and his thumb found your clit.

Moving in circular motions as he continued to kiss you, it felt good. Moaning against his lips, as you panted more and more.

You didn’t realise how turned on you were, his hand suddenly stopped moving and with one swift motion. The black bikini bottoms were lying on the floor of the boat and he dropped to his knees.

His lips met your clit and you moaned loudly, grinding your hips against his tongue aggressively.

It was the sexiest thing you had ever done.

Off the coast of Italy, Joe Keery ate your pussy until you squirted.

He ate every last bit off your pussy, leaning forward and kissing you. Making sure that you tasted yourself on him.

Lifting you up, he carried you onto the benched area of the boat. Placing you down, spreading your legs and you stared up at him.

Catching your breath as he dropped his shorts, his cock was throbbing. You could see that.

Not even stopping for a moment, you pulled him closer to you. His cock was hovering over your stomach, your eyes burning into him.

His thumb circled your clit as he began to slide inside you, gasping as he did.

“Fuck” he mumbled, his chest heavy on top of you.

His cock was going hard and slow inside you, hitting your soft spot. Your wetness spiling out onto his cock, making it easier for him to fuck you.

He whimpered into your neck as he gripped onto your back, he lifted you up again. Holding you in his arms before turning around and pressing you against the mast.

It was hot against your skin but you didn’t care, his cock was deeper inside you.

You were able to bounce using his arms for support on his cock, both of you moaned loudly.

“You are so pretty whilst bouncing on my cock” he panted, kissing your neck roughly.

You continued in that position until his legs began to shake, he carried you over to the wheel.

He removed himself for a second,

“Bend over there baby” he groaned, watching you bend over for him.

He thrusted hard inside you as you stared out to the sea, gripping onto the wheel for support.

“Ugh, you feel so so good” he moaned.

His hand spanked your ass as he pounded into you, the boat rocked from your movements.

The only sounds were your moans echoing across the boat but you didn’t care, it felt good to have his cock inside you.

“Can I touch my clit” you whined, dying for extra friction.

“Please do, I want you to cum on my cock” he groaned as he leant backwards to thrust into you.

You whimpered as you began to play with your clit in fast movements as you ground yourself back onto his cock.

“That’s it, such a pretty girl” he cooed at you.

His cock twitched inside you, growing closer to his orgasm. As your body shivered, your clit was sensitive with every movement.

“I’m so close” he whined, gripping onto your thighs to pound you into him.

You needed him to cum more than anything.

He pulled out quickly but it gave you enough time to turn around and open your mouth.

On your knees as you played with clit, his eyes rolled back as he came hard.

Emptying himself into your mouth, he looked down at you as you swallowed.

“You did so well baby” he leant down and kissed you.

Taking you into his arms on the floor of the boat as his hand slid down between your legs. Replacing his hand that was once yours on your clit.

You closed your eyes as he touched you, kissing you passionately as he coached you through your second orgasm.

“Such a good girl, cumming for me” he cooed at you.

“Thank you, thank you” you said against his lips.

You came hard against his fingers, your bodies were intertwined together. It somehow felt romantic.

Both laid there for a couple of moments, breathing in the last of the sea air. Before he helped you up, your legs wobbled against the boat.

As he sat at the wheel for the boat, he placed you on top of his lap for support.

It was comforting, you enjoyed the day with him.

He was different than you’d ever thought he would be.

Once on land, he booked a restaurant for lunch and took you to his hotel room. Paying for the cancellation of your room and place you in the shower.

Washing each other, kissing and touching underneath the water before he helped you get changed.

Every chance the paparazzi got, the cameras flashed but his hands were on yours.

He didn’t care and neither did you.

Joe Keery wanted you and he wanted the world to know.

[joekeeryswife]

hello lovely could u please maybe do an insta au with joe? 💕💕

Instagram AU - j.k

a/n: hey loves! here is my first joe instagram au. short but sweet, enjoy 🫶🏼

ynyln: on set 🎬

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djo: 😝

↳ ynyln: 😚

mayahawke: featured 🤭

bowerjamie: 👹

milliebobbybrown: you’re so beautiful!

↳ ynyln: love you bby 🫶🏼

ynfan6102: WHEN IS STRANGER THINGS 5 COMING OUT

↳ ynyln: 🤷🏼‍♀️😚

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ynfan0192: our queen has posted! 🤭

ynyln: that’s a wrap!

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djo: 🤭

josephquinn: people better not comment on me being in the girls bathroom 🙄

↳ ynfan546: @josephquinn why are you in the girls bathroom?

↳ ynyln: @ynfan546 IM CRYING

mayahawke: i can’t leave my bed, im so hungover 😵

↳ ynyln: i’m coming over honey✨

ynfan: no one gonna talk about the picture of her and Joe?

↳ djoandyn: I HOPE THEYRE DATING

ynfan253: Y/N AND JOE YES PLEASE

hellostranger665: JOE AND Y/N PLEASE DATE ALREADY

ynfan02: y/n looking as beautiful as ever 🥹

ynyln: soft launch i guess ☺️ @djo

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djo: my girl 😚

ynfan635: YES YES YES YES YES

djoandyn: OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY

ynfan109: our girl is finally happy 🥹

josephquinn: finally 🙄

mayahawke: the post everyone has been waiting for 🙏🏼

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ynfan012: joe you better not hurt our bby!

↳ djo: never 👎🏼

[fandomgirlz01]

Elevators

Joe Keery X Reader

Imagine on fandom instagram?: No

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Fic  

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content. 

Edited: Yes

Word count:  6,015

Post Date & Time: July 27th 2024 at 12:17 AM

Ko-fi

Master List

Warnings Here 

You can listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}. 

Summary: Joe Keery the Readers very best friend, helps the Reader though one of her biggest fears as well as clams her anxiety until they can get the help they need. 

Authors Note: I know they actually usually film in Atlanta GA, so for the sake of this Fic let’s just say she goes with him and they rent a place out. She works from home so she’s capable of going with.

You’re Pov: 

“Oh my gosh, it’s really 12:00?!” I exclaim as I look at my phone. 

“Umm, yeah. Why?” Natalia asks as she looks at me with concern. 

“I have work on the set in the morning and don’t have my car. I need to take the bus or walk, but now I can’t do either cause it’s so late,” I explain as I pack up some of my stuff in a hurry. 

“Hey. Hey. What’s going on?” Joe asks, reaching out for me as he walks over from where the guys were hanging out. 

“I need to walk home. I have to be at set in the morning,” I quickly explain as I continue to pack up my stuff. 

Once all my stuff is packed up, I quickly rush out a goodbye to everyone before rushing over to the door. I go to open the door, but someone pulls me back. 

“Hey. You are not walking home this late at night, and while it’s storming? No way. I’ll drive you,” Joe offers as he pats his pockets, looking around for his keys. 

“No, J. It’s fine. I’ll get home by myself. I really don’t wanna ruin your time with your cast members. You see me every day, you don’t see them as often as you do me. Spend time with them,” I express and he shakes his head before letting out a small ‘aha’ when finding his keys. 

“If you think I’m letting my life-long best friend walk home in the rain, then you're nuts. Plus, I live there too,” he professes before turning around to the other actors in the room. 

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you all bright and early on set. I’ve gotta get y/n home,” Joe quickly explains to the others. 

“Goodnight! See you in the morning!” Noah yells out from across the room before some of the others chime in with ‘goodnights’ to the both of us. 

Joe picks his jacket up off of the back of the couch before coming over to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I smile as I wave to everyone. 

“Goodnight then, I guess!” I yell out and I get a few “goodnights” back as the girls wiggle their eyebrows at me, making me give them a death stare. 

Joe pulls me out of the room and the door closes behind us. We head down the hallway and I start to feel a little guilty. 

“Joe, really, if you want to go back you can. I’ll be fine,” I explain and he shakes his head. 

“If you had your car, I’d be ok with it, but I know it’s in the shop, so no. It’s ok. Really, I’m fine to drive you home,” he informs me and I only nod before a grin takes over my face. 

“I wonder why my car’s in the shop?” I joke as I nudge his side lightly with a smirk on my face. 

“I wouldn’t know why…” he jokes back, playing innocent and I giggle. 

“It couldn’t be because somebody backed it up into a pole when borrowing it now, would it?” I tease him again as I poke his stomach. 

“I have no clue what you're talking about,” he plays coy, shaking his head and I roll my eyes. 

“You definitely know what I’m talking about,” I remark with a smirk and he rolls his eyes now. 

“Ok… there’s a very small chance you may be right…” he jokes as he holds his hand up with his fingers pinching together. 

“A small chance?” I ask, only to giggle when he throws his arms up before letting them drop to his side. 

“Ok, fine, there’s a big chance,” he finally admits sheepishly and I giggle as we come to a stop by the elevator. 

He reaches forward and presses the down button before standing back upright next to me. I eye the door to the stairs for a moment before looking back at the elevator. 

“Bubs…” I whisper out as I bite my lip and he lets out a small “hmm” before turning to look at me with an eyebrow raised. 

“Can’t we just take the stairs?” I ask as I express my fear while he puts his jacket on. 

“Y/n, we’re on the top floor of the Hampton. We’re thirty floors up, sweetheart. Do you really want to walk down thirty flights of stairs?” he asks with an eyebrow raised and I shrug. 

“I don’t know… I just really don’t want to get in that elevator,” I whisper out as I shuffle my feet while refusing to look up at him. 

“Don’t worry. I’m right here with you, ok? I’m right here. I promise you’ll be ok,” he promises as he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. 

We stand there for a few minutes just hugging when we both hear the ding. We pull apart and turn to see the door wide open. I take a gulp and Joe takes a step to get in, but I freeze in my spot. 

“Princess, it's really ok. Come on. I’ll stick with you the whole way down,” he explains as he turns back around to look at me. 

“Joe… I… I can’t…” I whimper out and he grabs both my cheeks softly as he keeps eye contact with me. 

“Hey. Hey. You're ok. You can do this, y/n,” Joe speaks calmly as he now starts to rub my right cheek. 

“I don’t know, Joe, it’s gotten a lot worse now,” I explain and he looks at me, confused. 

“How did you even get here earlier, then?” he asks and I try to look away sheepishly, but he just keeps my face in his hands. 

“I, umm… took the stairs. After Eleni {pronounced: E-lane-ie} dropped me off from work on the set, I took the stairs,” I explain embarrassedly and he shakes his head. 

“You could have just called me to come down and get you. I would have,” he affirms and I shake my head now that he’s let go of me. 

“You had work today too. You must have been tired. I didn’t want to make you even more tired,” I explain and just as I finish, the doors slide closed. 

“Damn, we’ll have to get the next one,” Joe mutters as he turns back around and presses the down button again. 

“I don’t care if I’m tired, I still would have come down. Plus we work on the same set, just have different hours,” Joe informs me with a shrug before he turns back to look at me. I fight off the blush I can feel creeping up the back of my neck. 

“I don’t get why we can’t just take the stairs…” I comment timidly and Joe lets out a laugh. 

“Y/n, seriously. It’s thirty flights. You’ve already done enough stairs today. I’m not letting you do more,” he explains before shaking his head and laughing a little more. 

He looks at me and immediately his face changes from amusement to worry when he sees just how frightened I am. He sighs and lets out a small ‘I’m sorry’ before he puts his arm around my shoulder. He moves so he can fully hug me now and rubs the upper part of my arm with his thumb. I wrap my arms around his waist and burrow my head into his shoulder. He holds onto me a little tighter for a moment before rubbing at my scalp to sooth me. 

“I’m right here. Haven’t I always been?” he asks against the side of my forehead and I nod, making him smile. 

“Yes. Yes, you have been,” I agree with him, biting my lip before pulling away from our hug. 

“Well, come on, then. I promise you'll be fine,” he promises me as the elevator dings again, making me jump. 

“I know you're scared, but these things barely ever break down. Plus, you're with me. I’ve got you,” he tries to reassure me again before placing a kiss to the side of my forehead and for a split second I almost forget where we are. 

Soon the doors are sliding open and I feel my heart start to beat frantically, but it’s definitely not because of the happy feelings I normally get when with Joe. His hand falls from my shoulder, but he keeps it on my lower back as he softly guides me inside. I push myself as close to the back wall as I can while he pushes the lobby botton. Not even a minute after he pushes it, the doors slide closed. I take a deep breath before looking at the ceiling above me and letting a shaky one out. 

I grip onto the railing until my knuckles are practically completely white as I wait for it to all start. The elevator gives a light shake before starting to go down and I move my grip from the railing onto Joe’s arm. He lets out a small laugh before pulling his arm from where I had latched myself to him and putting it around my shoulder. He pulls me into another side hug and squeezes my arm lightly, effortlessly making me feel slightly safer. 

“See, it’s ok. We’re fine. We’ll be in the lobby before you know it,” he explains with a light smile and I wrap both arms around him before nuzzling into his side more. 

“I guess you're right. Nothing's happening,” I sigh as I squeeze him a bit and he squeezes my shoulder back. 

It’s quiet and calm for a few minutes until the lights start to flicker. I look at the screen that tells us the floor number, but it glitches from twenty-eight to twenty-seven and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. The elevator comes to a jolting stop, making me and Joe sway back and forth as he keeps his hold on me. The lights go out, leaving only an emergency light as the only source of light. I look back up at the number to see it still glitching, only this time it’s going between twenty-seven and twenty-six. I feel my heart start to race again as I realize what’s happening and I start to shake in fear. 

“Shit. Princess, it’s ok. We’ll be ok. Press the emergency button. I’ll try 911,” Joe explains as he pulls away and holds me by the shoulders before pulling his phone out. 

I step forward or at least I think I do, but I really don’t. I stay where I am, frozen for a moment before taking a big gulp and walking over to the buttons. It takes me a minute of looking over all the buttons, but I soon find the one with the big red E on it. I lick my lips and press it in hopes that the lights will magically come back on. When they don’t, I panic before starting to press the button over and over again. 

I only can hope that someone will answer our emergency, but my brain tells me to just keep pushing it even though nobody has. I feel a hand lay on my back and another one comes up to pull my hand from the panel of buttons. I look up at Joe and he pulls me into a hug and just holds me as he puts his phone up to his ear. 

“Hi, 911. What’s your emergency?” I hear a lady’s voice come over the speaker of the phone. 

“Umm, hi. I’m currently at the Hilton hotel, but uhh, I think the power must have gone out or something because we are stuck in the elevator,” Joe explains to her in as calm of a tone as he can so I won’t panic further. 

“Ok. Can you tell me what floor you're on?” The dispatch lady asks and I feel him move his head to look. 

“Umm, it’s glitching between twenty-six and twenty-seven, so maybe on twenty-six,” he replies and she gives a small ‘Hmm, ok’. 

“Are you alone, sir?” she asks and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he replies as he gives me a light squeeze again. 

“Can you tell me who’s with you?” she asks and he again nods even though she can’t see him. 

“Yeah. It’s just me and my girl here,” he responds back to her and my eyes widen. 

He’s never called me his girl before. It’s always been sweetheart or sweets or my best friend, but never his girl. 

I zone out as she asks him a few more questions and I don’t catch them at all, but soon he’s hanging up with her. He looks down at me before sighing and leading me over to the wall to lean me against it. 

“Sit right here, ok? I’m going to go call Natalia or Charlie, ok?” he asks and all I can manage is a light tiny nod as a tired feeling washes over me. 

I watch as he walks over to the other corner and types something out on his phone. He brings it up to his ear as his other hand rubs at his face. I feel shaky so I slip down the wall and pull my legs up to my chest before resting my chin on my knees. Hot sticky tears start to roll down my cheeks as I watch him scratch at his chin. Panic attacks aren’t a new thing for me, not at all.  

They've followed me all the way up into adulthood and Joe has seen almost every single one since we were about nine. This, however, is the worst one that I’ve had since I was maybe twelve. It didn’t help that I always overthought things growing up. Joe was always there to talk those thoughts out with me as he is now. But this… this was my absolute worst fear playing out in front of me. I remember all those nights in high school where I’d text him about how my brain just wouldn’t shut off and that I couldn’t sleep. 

He’d always known that was me telling him I felt an attack coming on. So he’d rush over from his house next door and cuddle with me to calm me. At first my dad never understood, until suddenly he just did. He started leaving the back door unlocked for Joe and I later found out my mother had told him how calm Joe made me. 

“Hey. Me and y/n are kind of umm… stuck…” he explains into the phone, sort of snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“Of course I’m fine. It’s y/n I’m worried about. She’s on the very edge of having a big attack,” he whispers into his phone and he rubs his neck as he listens to whoever he called. 

“Yeah. No. I’ll be ok taking care of her. I’ve been with her through almost every attack. I know how to keep her calm,” he tells them before pausing to listen to them. 

“Yes. I already called 911, they should be here in like five to ten minutes,” he answered whatever question was asked before shaking his head. 

“Umm, I don’t know. Could you guys just be down there when they do get us out?” he asks and nods to a few things that are being said. 

“Ok. Yeah. Thanks, man. We’ll see you soon,” he gives his goodbye before hanging up the phone. 

He shoves his phone back in his pocket before turning around. He looks down at me before frowning and coming back over. He lowers himself down next to me before putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side again. I start to cry harder and he rubs my back as he coos softly to me. I basically sob into his shirt while gripping it and he just keeps massaging my back lightly while continuing to coo soft nothings in my ear. 

“Hey, take a breath for me, please? Come on sweets, you can do it,” Joe’s voice comes out soft but authoritative as he still holds onto me. 

“Hey. There she is…” he says proudly as he softly holds my cheeks in his hands and rubs my cheek for a moment as he gives me a soft smile. 

He pulls away from me for a split second and takes his jacket off before he drapes the jacket over my shoulders. Then he quickly pulls me back into his side as he kisses the side of my forehead again, making me start to feel a little safer in his arms. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. Just pretend we’re home and cuddled up in your bed,” he tells me as he rubs his thumb in circles on my lower back under his jacket. 

Back when Joe first found out he got the role of Steve, we were both so excited that his career would be taking off. Then we were sad because he had to move out of our LA apartment to go film. Not wanting to be away from me for long, he got me a job on the set as the “assistant” to the Duffer Brothers with production plans and decisions. So together we both moved to a new apartment and started our new jobs together. The girls always refer to us when we walk up as “and they were roommates!” before bursting into giggles. I schedule almost everything for Ross Duffer and sometimes I sit in meetings for him or I stay really late to help him with whatever he’d be doing on set. 

I also help make sure everything on set is to the actors and actress' likings. We did keep our old apartment for when we were back in LA, but for the most part we both stay in Atlanta more times out of the year. I just have more hours and a lot of work sometimes, so Joe and I always drive separately. As of lately, though, we have been carpooling a lot of the time. My sobbing slowly starts to calm down, but as I do I start to feel dizzy. I let out a light whimper and I nuzzle my head into his neck. 

“I promise we’ll be fine. I’ll get you out of here no matter what and when have I not kept a promise to my best girl, hmm?” he asks as he grips onto my hip and I jump, making him chuckle a little. 

“Joe… I’m dizzy…” I groan out and he nods before placing another kiss on my forehead. 

“I know. You always get dizzy after an attack. Just relax, ok. I’m not leaving you. I wouldn’t be able to leave you like this. It’d hurt too much to walk away. I love you, sweetheart,” he explains, his voice becoming breathless at the end as he pushes some of my hair away from my face. 

My eyes grow wide as I look at him and he just gives me a small smile as he shrugs. He reaches up to my cheek that’s not against his shoulder and wipes a still falling tear. 

Did Joe freaking Keery, my best friend since literal diapers, the guy I’ve lived with since graduating high school just tell me he loves me? No. I must just be imagining it after that attack…

“Do you wanna lay down? You still haven’t gotten your color back, sweetheart,” he asks after a moment and I nod before slowly moving. 

I start to lay down with my cheek on his thigh and he lifts an arm before laying it on the upper part of my arm. I keep his jacket around me like a blanket and close my eyes as he starts to rub my head. He starts to hum one of the new songs he’s been working on and I let a light smile take form on my lips. Soon his humming stops and it grows quiet for a few minutes. I can only assume that we’re both desperate to think of a way out of this elevator, but the more I think about it the more panic starts to set in again. 

“J…?” I whisper out with a hoarse voice from crying and I move to look up at him. 

“What, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down at me. 

“Can you please, please, please just distract me? The silence is driving me insane and I don’t wanna overthink everything,” I admit and he smiles softly at me. 

I push up off of him and he quickly wraps his arms around me, pulling me so I lean against him. I snuggle my face into his chest and he lets out a chuckle. 

“Sweets, that tickles,” he notes as he laughs and I just shrug. 

“Wait a minute, were you trying to do that?” he exclaims when he sees a coy smile on my lips. 

“Maybe… you deserve it, though!” I joke and he rolls his eyes. 

“Why! You sneaky little thing!” he shouts before he gives my side a little pinch. 

We laugh for a few minutes before it goes quiet again so I slap his shoulder. He rubs at the place before shaking his head. 

“What was that for?” he asks and I shrug. 

“Talk to me. I can’t do the silence,” I explain and he nods his head. 

“Ok. Ahh, let’s see… Do you remember freshman year homecoming?” he asks and I nod. 

“Yeah. You almost did a Steve that night and got into a fight with Jimmy Kavinsky, Peter‘s little brother,” I remark and he rolls his eyes. 

“I didn't turn into Steve! I would have done a lot better than my character in a fight,” he proclaims and I give him a ‘really?’ look. 

“Joe. Jimmy’s always been bigger than you,” I deadpan and he groans. 

“That’s not the point!” he shouts in frustration and I grab his hand. 

“Ok. I’m sorry. What was the point?” I ask him calmly and he smiles. 

“The point is that I was there with Sarah, but I thought you were the most beautiful girl there,” he exhales exasperatedly from how fast he had been talking, rolling his eyes at himself as I smile, squeezing his hand encouragingly. 

“Then when I saw the look you had when Jimmy ditched you for Victoria, all I wanted to do was beat him and make you smile again,” he continues shaking his head as he frowns. 

“It wasn’t right to me that he put a frown on your face. You should always have a smile and if anyone took that away…” he finishes off with a sigh while refusing to look at me and my eyes tear up for a second before I reach up for his cheeks.  

“Awe, Joe…” I coo softly at him as I jokingly move his face around for a second. “If it helps, I didn’t want to go with him in the first place…” I remark and he gives me a confused look. 

“What? But you talked about it for a week before he actually asked you,” he mutters and I shake my head, letting go of his face as I now play with a loose thread on my shorts. 

“I only decided to go with him because you hadn’t asked me yet, you doofus,” I joke with him, now finally looking at him again and he still looks confused, so I sigh. 

“Allison stupidly got it into my head that Jimmy liked me and that he should take me since you, and I quote, ‘oh so obviously’ weren’t going to ask apparently. So I became laser focused on him. As I do with everything I normally shouldn’t be focused on,” I explain with a light shrug and he perks up. 

“Wait, you wanted me to ask you?” he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement and I giggle. 

“Yes, Joe. I’ve only had a crush on you since we were ten, but who’s keeping track?” I joke with another lame shrug and he shakes his head. 

“Wait, so I could have asked and you would have said yes?!” he shouts in shock and I giggle, nodding. 

“Aww man, I’m such an idiot!” he exclaims as he rubs at his face, making me giggle again as I grab his hand and pull them away from his face. 

“If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you were that night. I also just wanted to just run my hands through your hair,” I explain with a light smirk and he chuckles. 

“What is it with you and my hair?” he asks me and I grin. 

“What?! It’s just so cute and soft…” I murmur and he chuckles. 

“It’s also not so bad when you have the Steve hair added to it after filming too,” I sheepishly admit and he smirks. 

“So you have a thing for my hair, huh? Well I actually have a thing for yours too,” he explains as he reaches out to toy with a strand of mine. 

“Your hair is actually just one of the many reasons I love you,” I whisper out as I look away. 

It’s quiet for a minute and I decide to chance a look at him. When I do, I see his mouth slightly parted in shock and his eyes wide. 

Was it really so bad that I love my best friend? 

“I…I’m sorry. You probably meant-” I start to try apologizing, but I’m cut off when he slams his lips into mine. 

At first I’m still in shock from being in the middle of saying something, but I slowly start to kiss back. My arms reach up and wrap around his neck as his hands stay firmly on my hips as he pulls me ever so closer. I find my hands moving up to grip his hair as he squeezes my hips. 

Kissing him brings a pleasant warmth to my chest as he brings his hand up to my neck and holds me even closer. I feel his thumb rub my neck ever so sweetly, making more and more butterflies swarm my stomach. The kiss only lasts a few more minutes before we both pull away, breathing heavily. 

He rubs his nose lightly against mine and I smile softly as his hand now lays on my cheek instead of my neck. He smiles softly as he pushes some of my hair out of my face and I feel a blush start to kick in so I shove my face into his neck, making him chuckle. 

“Why you hiding from me, huh?” he asks as he squeezes my shoulder and I blush harder, shaking my head. 

I start to say something, but get cut off by a loud ding and suddenly to our surprise, the doors of the elevator are sliding open. We both look up as they open, seeing Charlie and Natalia standing next to some paramedics. Slowly Joe helps me get up as he gets up too and he quickly hands me over to a paramedic. 

“You go get checked out. I’m going to talk with Charlie and possibly the technician over there,” Joe tells me, but I grip his hand and shake my head. 

“Not without you. Please…” I almost whimper, not wanting him to leave my side and he squeezes my hand. 

“Sweetheart, you're ok. I promise I’ll come right back over in a minute. Natalia, will you stay with her?” he asks her and she nods. 

“See, Natalia will be with you. I’ll be quick I promise, just wanna understand what happened,” he explains softly and I sigh, nodding before letting his hand go. 

“Come on. Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Natalia asks as she guides me over to a chair and one of the paramedics comes over. 

“Hi. My name is Hen. I’m just gonna look you over and make sure you’re doing ok, alright, sweetie?” she questions and I nod to let her know that I’m ok with it. 

“What happened in there, y/n? Are you ok?” Natalia queries as she fusses over me while I take a seat in one of the lobby chairs. 

“I’m fine. Joe kept me sane,” I tell her as I look over at him and he looks over at us. 

“Omg! You guys kissed, didn't you?!” Natalia exclaims at me with her eyes wide. 

“No…” I reply, trailing off as I refuse to meet her eyes. 

“Oh they so did,” Hen comments with a chuckle and I feel a blush creep up my neck. 

“Ok… yeah, we did…” I admit, biting my lip and Natalia just grins. 

“Y/n. Oh my gosh. It’s actually happening. I knew you guys would end up together. I told you,” she excitedly pushes my shoulder lightly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply with a playful eye roll. 

Hen now asks me questions, if I could breathe properly and checks my heart rate as well as checking my blood pressure. Natalia hovers and it makes me roll my eyes with fondness at how she worries over me. Charlie and Joe stand over to the side talking with the tech, but Joe keeps looking over at us every so often. 

“Well. You’re doing okay, I would just suggest that you rest up a bit after all this,” Hen informs me and I nod tiredly as I feel the exhaustion come over me. 

“And here, take this,” Hen adds as she holds out some Advil for me along with a water bottle. 

“How’d you know?” Natalia asks and Hen turns to look up at her. 

“How’d I know what?” Hen asks in confusion and Natalia points to the advil. 

“That she gets headaches after her panic attacks,” Natalia illuminates and Hen chuckles. 

“A lot of people tend to. If you’ve been hyperventilating or anything that includes losing breath, you cut off circulation to the brain so it’ll definitely pack on a headache,” Hen expertly explains and Natalia nods along. 

“That young man that was trapped with her asked my partner if we could make sure she got some just in case. He seems to know you and your panic attacks very well,” Hen tells us as she points over at Joe and I blush lightly. 

“He’s been with me though all of them,” I shyly reply and she smiles up at me before she starts to put some stuff back in her bag. 

“Well I’m glad you have someone to help you though. Not everyone does. Now get some rest, you’ll definitely feel a little drained,” Hen says as she finishes putting her stuff in her bag. 

“Oh, she will be,” Natalia promises, making Hen smile softly as she stands, nodding before she leaves us be. 

“He’s looking over here at you,” Natalia jokingly taunts me. 

“I’m sure he’s only-” I start to again deny anything, but she cuts me off. 

“Here he comes,” she excitedly tells me with a smile and I shake my head in disbelief at her. 

“Hey. How’s she doing?” Joe asks her as he walks up to us. 

“The paramedic said she’s doing just fine. She just suggested that she rests after the whole ordeal,” Natalia explains to him and I roll my eyes. 

“Talia, I have work in the morning. Most rest I’ll be getting is an hour's sleep at the most now,” I retort with annoyance clear in my voice. 

“What! But-” she goes to reprimand me, but she stops when a hand gets placed on her shoulder. 

“Natalia, I got this. We’ll see you soon okay?” Joe softly asks her and she sighs before nodding. 

“You make her rest, you hear me?” she asks him and he chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“Don’t you worry. I definitely will be,” he promises her and she nods one last final time. 

“Good. Well then, I’ll leave you guys alone. Y/n, I better not see you on set at all today, got it?” she asks when she turns back to me and I sigh, nodding. 

“Good. Now go and get really rested up. I’ll see you soon,” Natalia finalizes with a smile before nodding and walking away. 

“Come on. Let’s get you home. You need rest,” Joe comments as he holds his hand out for me. 

“But J, I really need to just go home and change,” I reply and he shakes his head. 

“Why are you so stubborn? Let’s just get going, come on,” he groans out as he pulls me up and pulls me into his side as we start to walk. 

“Sweetheart…” Joe sighs out as we start to see his car and I let out a hum. 

“Please just call in sick. I’m sure the brothers will be okay with it. You really had a big one and need the rest,” Joe pleads with me as we get closer and closer to the car. 

“J. I’ll be okay. I’ve made it on set with only an hour’s worth of sleep before. I can live off of none at all,” I joke and he stops us, pulling my hand to make me stop. 

“Please just call in sick,” he begs again and I sigh, letting go of his hand to start walking without him. 

“J. Really, I’ll be okay,” I tell him as I now stand next to the car and I hear him groan in frustration. 

Suddenly I’m being pulled around and I look up into his eyes. I look at him in confusion with my lips parted from the light squeak I’d let out. I stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that seem to be infused with a light green that I’d never noticed before and lose all thought as I only see pure worry swirling around.

“J… I’m okay…” I whisper out and he sighs, shaking his head. 

He doesn’t even say a word, but I let out a confused hum as he lightly pushes me against the car. His hands now find my waist as his lips find mine and my arms come up around his neck. He kisses me for a moment before pulling away, sighing as he leans his forehead against mine. 

“Let me reword that. Call in sick, stay home with me and we’ll cuddle all day and just spend the day together letting you rest,” he pleads with me one more time and then it clicks for me. 

“Okay… I think that we can do…” I whisper out and he slowly grins. 

“Yeah?” he asks and I smile, pecking his lips. 

“Yeah. Let’s go home,” I confirm and now all the worry has seemingly left his body. 

“Ok then. Let’s go home,” he happily agrees as he goes to pull away. 

“Wait,” I call out as I pull him back in. 

“What?” he asks and I just smirk at him. 

“I want another kiss,” I tell him as I rub my thumb along his cheek and he chuckles. 

“Okay…” he agrees before pulling me back into another kiss, but all too soon he pulls away again and I’m left groaning, making him laugh. 

“Come on, you nut. Let’s get you home,” he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“But I want more kisses,” I whine out and he shakes his head as he opens my door. 

“You can steal all the ones you want when we get home,” he tells me as I get in and I grin up at him. 

“You promise?” I playfully ask him and he chuckles, shaking his head again. 

“I swear on my life, sweetheart,” he promises before closing my door and running around to his side. 

“And you wanted to take the stairs…” he jokes with a playful roll of his eyes as he starts the car. 

“Oh…! You…” I call out in my shock as I smack his arm and he chuckles. 

“Hey. I’m just stating the truth,” he shrugs and I smile at him as I cuddle up to his arm. 

“Oh, would you just be quiet,” I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles again as he continues to drive. 

The End

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Basket Case

Ch. Five - The Body

summary: a search for a missing friend makes you believe in monsters and a body is found cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, fear of slut shaming, cutesy makeover, will died lol author's note: hullo

Wednesday, November 9th, 1983

You followed Nancy into Steve's backyard, feeling completely out of place. Nancy had you slamming on your brakes when she gasped and saw Barb's car still parked a couple houses away from Steve's. Nancy looked in the windows and you picked the lock on the trunk before popping it open. Nothing. Just a blanket and some shoes.

"Barb!" Nancy called, turning every which direction as she yelled her friend's name. She sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Come on. Steve's house is down the hill," Nancy said, leading you to the house.

"Nancy!" you hissed, jogging to catch up to her. "Steve would kick my ass if he knew I was here!" you whispered. Nancy nodded, mumbling something about how they'd be quick. "Barb?" Nancy called, stepping into the trees. "Barbara?" You tried, turning in circles.

You turned to tell Nancy you would go back to wait in the car when a large creature snarled, skittering across the path and disappearing behind a bush. "Shit!" you yelped. Nancy tripped trying to run away, and both of you booked it back to your car in the street. "Did you see that?!" you screeched, starting the car but too shaken to drive. "Yeah!" Nancy cried, dropping her head into her hands.

"C-can you take me home? I-I need to tell my mom..." she stuttered, tears starting to fall. You nodded, speeding away to Nancy's house. "I hope Barb is okay," you tried, glancing at the very upset girl in your passenger seat. Nancy nodded, looking out the window. "Me too..." you pulled up outside the Wheeler home and followed Nancy inside.

"Hey! You're home early! How was the game?" Mrs. Wheeler asked, stirring something up for dinner. She looked up at the silence and dropped the spoon seeing Nancy's tear-stained cheeks and Y/n Henderson in her front entryway. "Nancy? Girls, what's the matter?" the woman asked.

"It's Barb...I think something happened. Something terrible," Nancy cried. Mrs. Wheeler came up and hugged her daughter, putting a hand on your arm and inviting you to stay for dinner. You reluctantly agreed, running out to the car to grab your bag.

When you came inside, Nancy was in full blown tears and Mrs. Wheeler was on the phone. "You alright?" you asked, sitting next to her.

Nancy shook her head, "I'm so scared to tell her what happened...I feel like she's going to be so mad," she cried. You took her hand, glancing at Mrs. Wheeler in the other room, and wrapped an arm around Nancy's shoulders.

"She'll have to get over it. It was just one night. I mean, if that's the one thing she takes away from whatever you tell her, then that's on her. Right now, we just need to focus on trying to help your friend," you said. Nancy sniffed and nodded. She was so nervous about what her mom would say. She really didn't want to be slut shamed by her own mother. You ran your hand up and down Nancy's back, screwing your mouth to the side. You really didn't have much to say, and you felt bad about it.

Mrs. Wheeler thankfully interrupted when she walked back into the room. "Okay, the Hollands are coming over after dinner. Nancy, please talk to me...what's going on?" Mrs. Wheeler asked. Nancy's eyes automatically when to the floor. "C-can we wait? Until Barb's parents get here?" Nancy stuttered. Mrs. Wheeler nodded, patting her daughter's knee before she started dinner.

Nancy led you upstairs to her room and sighed, falling back on her bed. "I'm so scared. I...I feel like I could've done something to stop this from happening," she said, dragging her hands down her face. You nodded, sitting behind her on the bed.

"Yeah...I think we should just wait until her parents come over to worry too much about it. Just be honest with them and they'll have to appreciate that at least," you said, messing with your sleeve. Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. "Let's do something fun! Keep my mind off it," she said, sitting up and rifling around in her vanity drawers. You cocked your head to the side when she popped back up with a makeup bag in hand.

"You ever had a makeover?" Nancy smiled.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head frantically, scooting back on the bed while Nancy jumped to sit in front of you. "It'll be fun! Come on..." Nancy took out various brightly colored palettes and brushes and started playing with her makeup on your face.

"See? You look pretty. It's easier to see your eyes when you don't have all that black shit on them," Nancy giggled.

"Hey, I like that black shit," you smiled.

"Girls! Dinner!" Mrs. Wheeler called. You and Nancy both sighed, trudging downstairs for whatever home cooked American dinner Nancy's mom came up with. "Oh! Y/n! You did your makeup!" Mrs. Wheeler grinned.

You shrugged, biting into your potatoes, "Nancy did it," you smiled shyly. Mrs. Wheeler complimented you, saying you "looked beautiful" which earned another shy smile and a shrug.

Barb's parents came right as Mrs. Wheeler was finishing the dishes and Mr. Wheeler was about to doze off in his chair. Nancy took your hand, silently begging you to sit with her while they talked. You sighed and sat next to Nancy and Mrs. Holland. You held the girl's hand as she cried and told the whole story. Even when Mike came in and gave them the news that Will was dead. That he was there, and he saw them pull his body out of the quarry.

"Where's Dustin?" You asked, standing from the couch.

"I-I think h-he went home," Mike sniffled. You stuttered out something about having to leave and ran out the door to your car. You sped home and barely slammed the car door shut before you were inside.

"Dustin?! Hey! Dustin!" you yelled, running around the house trying to find him. "Y/n?" you heard your little brother say in the smallest voice you'd ever heard. You sighed in relief, running over to wrap him in a tight hug.

"Mike told me...I'm so sorry, Dustin," you whispered. Dustin gripped onto your shirt, burying his face in your neck. "C-can I sleep with you tonight?" he mumbled. You nodded, pushing back his curls, "Of course you can. Have you eaten? Do you want me to make something?" you asked.

Dustin smiled half-heartedly and nodded, going to get ready for bed while you made something quick. You slid his plate across the counter and set yours aside so you could get ready yourself.

"Ready?" you asked.

Dustin nodded, finishing the last of his late dinner. You pat his back, setting the dishes in the sink before leading him to your room. You smoothed his curls away from his face, lying next to him with a soft smile. "It sucks. I know. But he'll be okay wherever he is, okay?" you said softly.

Dustin nodded sadly, curling in close to you before eventually falling asleep. You squeezed your eyes shut and held him tightly in your arms, thankful selfishly in the back of your mind it wasn't your brother they pulled out of the water.

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[dearanakin]

"Bad Reputation" - Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Summary: You wanted to pretend you were going out with someone as the guy from school insists on hooking up with you. Among the people at a party, you choose Steve Harrington, who has a bad reputation.

Warning: Cursing, fluffiness, alcohol

Word count: 3.1k

Someone from school was throwing a party you weren't supposed to be at, but you went to anyway. Robin made you go with her so you would do something on the weekend.

And then she dragged the whole gang with her, including the kids - the kids were actually 18 now.

Among too many people, you were trying to squeeze between them so you didn't bump into Riley, because he was insisting too much on hooking up with you for weeks.

You were thinking about hitting on someone just so you could get rid of him, but the only guys available, which you would hook up, included Eddie, who was getting high with his friends.

Jonathan, but he was too preoccupied with Nancy, and... Steve Harrington. You didn't know him well enough, and he was really involved in just talking with Dustin and Mike and some other guys, drinking some beer.

The fact he wasn't hooking up with any girl was weird, but understandable.

It's not like he was still that guy who would make a line so girls with kiss him. His bad reputation ended up making him become different than that guy.

You thought to yourself, that maybe if you could ask him a favor, you could make Riley give up on you.

Not that it was the greatest idea, but Eddie wasn't actually really into hooking up at parties and you were somewhat friends.

You walked towards the boys and Dustin and Mike ceased the conversation just to have a look at you. Henderson gave you a smirk and you thought it was cute.

You noticed Steve made the same course as them and stared at you. Well, you made it halfway, might as well just finish it.

"You're Steve Harrington, right?", you asked as he nodded, puffing his chest. He was "retired" from being a jerk, and now the girls would usually hit on him.

"Yeah, that me", he said as he gave a side smile to the other boys. Both of them gave him a grimace look, leaving you both alone. "And who are you?".

"I'm (Y/N). Can you do me a favor?", you were looking around you as you tried to find Riley. Harrington wasn't really getting your point, but nodded anyway.

"I'm trying to get rid of a guy, can you pretend we're going out?". You spoke close to his ear as the music was too loud.

"Uh, sure. But you know I have a bad reputation, right?", he questioned, like it's a warning. You honestly don't care at all, because you don't judge people either way.

"I don't mind, really. And I don't see it that way". You smile at him, you really didn't.

"You're not pranking me, are you?". He sounds really suspicious and it almost makes you gasp.

"Why would I do that?", you seemed kind of offended, he was playing defensive. "Look, are you gonna help me or not?".

Steve looked like he was having a meltdown, he took too long to think and you were already giving up your decision. Maybe it would've been better to ask Eddie, he's always doing crazy shit anyway.

"Fine", he gave in. "And what's in for me?", Steve asked and you grinned at him, sipping on your beer. "You know what? I've got something better. I pretend to be your hook up, and you help me get my good reputation back".

You almost snorted, why would he, of all the things he could ask for, want to have a reputation after all?

Although you knew he was always a jerk to girls, he would always be the least of the romantic, always getting in trouble for going out with committed girls as well.

Maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all, he was nice, you've heard. Robin was his closest friend and she sure would never lie about him.

You found Riley walking around with a friend and immediately crashed your lips against Steve's. He wasn't really waiting for that so it was a sloppy kiss at first, just pecking.

He wrapped your waist with one of his arms while holding the beer with the other. He tasted like cinnamon as he was chewing a gum and it made you melt down under his kiss.

You opened one of your eyes slightly as you watched Riley leave. You broke the kiss and looked and Steve, who was still shocked by your sudden approach.

"Wow, could've warned me first", he said as he rubbed one hand against his soft hair and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were expecting it", you used your thumb to clean up your smudgy lipstick on his lip.

"Not that fast, honestly", he gives you a nervous grin. "Who is the guy, by the way?". Harrington asked as he followed you to the kitchen. You were looking for something stronger. You needed something to get through the night.

"Riley Edwards he's on the band group. Robin probably knows him". You found a bottle of Gin and decided to make yourself a Gin Tonic.

Steve was just behind you as you were making the drink. You probably didn't know what to do next, you just know you're supposed to be kissing when the guy is around.

But other than that, what are you going to do when he's not around? Maybe kiss him again properly would be nice.

"I already said no to him. But he's too persevering", you finished your drink and almost chugged it entirely.

Steve watched you with his brows furrowed. "Jesus, easy with that".

"You're not playing boyfriend here", you provoked.

You laughed at his sudden worriness and offered him the cup. He grabbed it and sort of savored it first before drinking it. His face went bloody red and he almost choked.

"Fuck, this is strong as hell, (Y/N)", you were still chuckling watching him scrunching his nose.

"Yeah well, don't act like a baby girl", you drank the entire cup and decided to make another one, while he rolled his eyes to your response.

"We said we'll help each other out, right. How am I going to pretend to be your hook up if you're hammered?", Steve had a point though.

And then you decided you would slow down on the alcohol. Maybe later probably. You found a tequila bottle and placed it on the sink as you looked for shot glasses.

He looked at you and shook his head. "Nope. No, no, no. I am not drinking that. Forget it".

You gave him a side smile, Steve still held a grumpy face because that wasn't what he signed up for.

You filled the glasses and went looking for some lime, only to find all of them were already in the trash.

Harrington was still in disbelief. "Fuck, I don't drink that without a lime".

"Oh my gosh, how do you want a reputation if you can't even fucking drink a tequila shot?".

"Well, I don't drink tequila shots, for starters", he retorted.

"If you do it, I'll flash you", you saw his eyes brighten up and he downed it all. He hissed at the taste and chugged on his beer.

You did you shot and closed your eyes. This was probably the strongest tequila you've ever had in your life. You leaned against the sink and took a deep breath.

"Now flash me", Harrington sat on the table, making a "come here" gesture and you burst out into laugh.

"Oh, Steve. I was just kidding", you squeezed his cheek and he frowned. It made you laugh harder.

"You manipulated me!", he shook his head as he watched you still laughing at him.

"Maybe I'll do it, who knows?", you respond.

You opened the fridge looking for a beer, grabbing one bottle and leaving to the backyard holding Steve's hand. He was on your tail still trying to get rid of that horrible taste.

Madonna was blasting outside and you saw Robin dancing with a girl, you couldn't but hold a smile at her.

She was having so much fun and she deserved to. Steve grabbed you by your waist while dancing and you thought it wouldn't be a terrible idea to dance with.

The alcohol started to make its way through your system and you knew it will soon hit your head. But you didn't care at that moment, because you wanted to have fun as well.

He was intently resting his face against your shoulder and you laughed at the way he was playing an affair so perfectly. Or maybe he was already too drunk too.

You spinned around to face him and he definitely had a drunk smile on his face. His hair was kinda messy and he smelled like Calvin Klein and tequila.

"How am I doing?", he asked as he still danced, twirling you around him and you chuckled.

"Better than I expected", you said. "How are you not hitting on girls in this place?".

He had a different look in his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders. Steve sipped the rest of his beer and licked his lips. Suddenly you felt very attracted to him.

"I don't care about that anymore. I just want people to realize I'm different now".

"And yet you still want to rebuild your reputation", you retorted him and he leaned against the wall. One of his knees bent over as he rested his foot there.

"I don't wanna be the bad guy anymore", he seemed upset. Things with Nancy didn't go well either, that was when he realized he needed a change.

"You know what I think?", you asked as you got closer to him. He raised his eyebrows waiting for your answer. "I think you look very pretty right now".

You grabbed him by his colar and he stiffened against your touch. "And you don't seem to be a bad guy at all. But I'll help you fix it". As you finished your line he leaned on to kiss you.

It was an intentional kiss with a mixture of booze and desire. He was obviously very attracted to you as well and made it clear as his tongue touched yours.

He grabbed your hip firmly with one free hand and deepened the kiss, tasting every bit of you. You gritted his tongue between your teeth and heard him groan, amused.

Harrington twisted you around and pulled you against the wall, almost merging into your body as he started to kiss you faster. You were lightheaded over the alcohol and the kiss, nibbling on his lower lip and he rubbed his finger against your skin.

It didn't last too long as you heard someone behind you. "Well, holy fucking shit", the voice said. You and Steve both opened your eyes at the same time, he even loosened his touch against you.

Billy Hargrove stood behind you and laughed along with his friends from the basketball team. "If it isn't King Steve fucking Harrington working his way up to someone's pants".

His words were nasty and you felt Steve growing mad in front of you. He turned his torso around and faced Billy, who was holding a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Just get lost, Hargrove", he said, feeling a little groggy from the tequila and the other one laughed. Everyone around stopped their dancing to stare at them.

"No, you know my favorite hobby is to never leave you alone", Billy stated, sipping on his beer.

You couldn't be more stressed over this, you just wanted to have a good time. You should've known he was going to make an entrance and make someone's life a living hell, and it always had to be Steve.

"Whatever man, I'm not playing your game", Harrington said and faced you. He tried to ignore Billy but the guy just wouldn't stop being an asshole. "I'm sorry you have to go through this".

His words were so soft and warm and it made you feel angry by the way Hargrove just makes someone uncomfortable and it wasn't right. It was just so messed up.

"Why don't you go find someone's pants yourself, hm? You think you're so different from everyone else but you're just another asshole", you pointed at him and he furrowed his brows, still chewing a gum.

"Steve Harrington is a great guy. He's mature enough now to realize he was a jerk and he's not like that anymore. Now, if you'll excuse us, you're disturbing my moment with him, at least he's getting in someone's pants", you finished as you pulled Steve close to you.

On purpose, of course, you made him grab your ass as you gave him a feral kiss and he responded to it the same way as you. Harrington felt his head pound over the stress and the way you pulled him against you.

You heard when people around you booed Billy and cheered, throwing plastic cups over him and the basketball team. You waited until he left to break the kiss, but Steve kept on going, squeezing your ass and moving his tongue too fast.

A moment after that and he had to pull some air into his lungs, laughing. "Shit, you just- that was so wild". He pecked your lips, licking them.

"Think you still want a reputation?".

"Fuck no, doesn't matter if it worked or not", he gave you an honest smile, holding your waist too close to him. You felt that part of your skin become numb.

"That's good for you. You don't need to be so dependen-", he cut you off as he cupped your face and gave you another kiss.

Steve took his time to taste you with a slow kiss, holding you against his firm hands, savoring your taste. You didn't have time to react as he grabbed your hands and dragged you inside the house, going upstairs.

Obviously you knew what was going to happen, and unlike you thought, you were hoping for it. Not because it was Steve, but because the way he's been treating you the whole night.

He didn't stop between groups to show off, he didn't brag about winning another night.

He made a mental note to himself he wouldn't fuck anyone at the party, but the way you were looking at him and the way you reacted to his touch gave him fuel to his body. Maybe it was also because of the alcohol.

He never liked to mix drinks because of the way he tends to act around people, like it would be different this time. He found a spare guest room and closed the door with a kick, hovering over you in the bed.

Harrington hit his knee on the corner of the bed and yelped, making you laugh. "Fuck. Shit".

"Such a smooth way to get into someone's pants", you say as you chuckle, looking at the stare he gave you.

"Shut up or I'll rip your clothes off", he warned before leaning over you, spreading wet kisses on your skin.

"Yes, please", you whine. Steve feels his body shiver by the way you say it and sucked on your neck. If it gets a hickey or not, you will not care about it on the next day.

He took a long time on the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume and the smell of your skin. His hands were properly rubbing your inner thighs and your core squeezed.

His bulge started to grow and he felt an intense urge of pounding on you all night. But something inside his guts tells him otherwise and he breaks the contact, and you flinch.

"Everything okay?", you squeeze his wrist lightly and he rubs his hand against his silky hair. He hums before sighing heavily.

"Yeah, fuck. Sorry. Shit", you don't understand squat he's complaining about. His dick is pressed against his jeans, almost crying for help.

"Steve?", you coax. He looks at you like he's having trouble fixing his thoughts.

"I don't wanna be this guy. Like, this", he mentions with his index fingers, pointing at him and the bedroom. "God, I wanna make things right. I wanna have sex, not fuck around".

Okay, he's drunk. But this talk is kind of nonsense to you.

"Is this because of what happened? Because I don't give a single fuck", you explain, watching him sit next to you. He shook his head.

"No, not at all. I don't wanna fast forward moments like that, around too many people. Yeah I think it's hot as fuck and I'll probably cum in like three minutes, which is exactly my point here. I wanna appreciate things", he made a speech you were not in the mood to hear because you wanted to suck on him so bad.

But then you realized what he meant. It's supposed to be a fuck and nothing else, and that wasn't what you really wanted. You wanted a relationship, a commitment.

"Maybe this is a drunk talk but I've been feeling like that for a while. And on that note I realized you didn't come after me because it was me, because obviously you would find someone better than me. Eddie would be a nice option", he grasped one hand on your thigh, softly.

"But I look at you and I see you don't care about how people look. And I really dig that", Steve wouldn't shut up and you just wanted to kiss him. But if you laughed he would be offended, so you let him speak. "And now I feel such a douche, I look so needy when I'm drunk. Fuck me".

You laughed at the way he said it and he looked at you, chuckling.

"Steve, I get that. I get you. I don't like it either, but I just thought 'why not?'. And it's okay to not want that. I mean your crotch says otherwise, but I understand it", you joke about his bulge and he leans against the bed, hiding his face with one hand and holding his crotch with the other.

"Fuuuuck. Alright, show's over. I'm definitely going to need a thousand shots after that". Harrington got himself up and walked to the the room. "Care to join me?".

"Hm, I have a better idea", you grab his hand and pull him across the house, making your way outside.

"Where we going?".

"To my house. We're going to listen to some nice and less loud music, eat some snacks and then maybe have proper sex". You stop walking, only to look at him as you speak into his ear. "Without anyone else around".

His face brightens up and he pulls you closer before you can walk again. "You just made your way to my heart instead", he says giving you a soft and gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I wanna pick the songs", Steve stabilished while grabbing your hand, walking on the sidewalk by your side.

You didn't care you left the party with King Steve, per se. He was definitely getting under your pants, but with a meaning. You laughed at the way he said he wanted to pick the music, and then it came to your head that this is the result of a great idea you had, only because someone wouldn't stop being so annoying.

[joeliz99]

A Taste of Italy- Joe Keery

Description: In a serendipitous turn of events, (Y/N) celebrates her birthday alone in Positano, only to find unexpected companionship and romance as she shares a day of cooking and exploring Positano's beauty with the charming Joe.

Warnings: None, Pure Fluff, Non-established relationship, RPF Fic

Word count: 2378

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The small, intimate kitchen was filled with laughter as (Y/N) stood uncomfortably in front of her designated table. Usually, she considered herself a social butterfly, but today, it felt like her social skills had been drained. She was still trying to get over the fact that her friend had missed their flight to Positano, Italy, after planning this whole day for so long. Instead, she found herself alone in a cooking class she had refused to cancel at the last minute.

The instructor, with a thick Italian accent, provided an overview of the class. Almost every ingredient was laid out in front of her, and a glass of wine stood invitingly on the table. She stared at it for a moment before taking a sip, savoring the various flavor notes on her tongue. As she was about to go for a second try, someone stood next to her, removing his sunglasses and fixing his messy hair while muttering an out-of-breath hello.

"I'm sorry. Do you mind if I station here?" the guy asked, noticing her glance.

"Oh, not at all. Make yourself comfortable," she replied with a smile as he put on his apron.

"Thank you. I almost didn’t make it, you know? The streets are so confusing around here. I’m still sweating," he said. (Y/N) genuinely laughed. He was a bit of a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

"You'll get used to it. Give it a day or two and you'll have them all memorized."

"Are you sure? I’ve been here for a week now. I think I'm past that point," he replied with a grin, his sunburned cheeks now making complete sense.

(Y/N) was about to respond when the instructor’s voice filled the space once again. It was time to learn about Italian cuisine. Soon, the small kitchen was filled with low lounge music and the aroma of homemade sauces mingled with aromatic herbs and light chatter. Joe and (Y/N) worked on their pasta, each having a different experience. While (Y/N) had a natural gift for cooking, Joe struggled to knead the flour and ingredients into a smooth ball. (Y/N) glanced over frequently, almost wanting to help, seeing him with flour on his face, his hair messier than before, and a funny frown of concentration.

"Um... Mind if I help?" she asked after a moment. He looked up, noticing she was about to cut her dough, and nodded sheepishly. "It’s easier if you use your knuckles and press down. I don't know the logistics, but it works." She moved closer and demonstrated. "See?"

"Uhh... Yeah. Let me try," he said, taking over the job again. "How do I keep it from being clumpy?"

"Just keep kneading. It’ll come together soon."

They continued working with concentration, engaging in constant chatter while flattening the pasta, cutting it, and spiraling it into balls to cook in the boiling water.

"I'm going to need another glass of wine at this rate," Joe exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips dramatically. (Y/N) laughed, shaking her head as she took both empty glasses and walked over to the counter to refill them. He smiled excitedly and thanked her as she handed him a glass, and she took a sip from hers.

"I'm Joe, by the way. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand for a formal greeting, regretting it almost immediately when he noticed his hand was covered in flour. However, (Y/N) smiled and shook his hand without hesitation, her own hand looking nearly as floury.

"(Y/N), pleasure to meet you."

Joe took a sip of his wine and leaned against the counter, glancing at the bubbling pot. "So, if I don’t mess this up, maybe I’ll actually be able to cook this at home. Though, I’ll probably end up with takeout pizza instead."

(Y/N) smiled, swirling her own glass. "Pasta’s easier than it looks. If you can navigate a new country solo, this should be a walk in the park."

"Who said I was traveling alone, though?" Joe's teasing made (Y/N) blink in surprise, feeling her face flush with embarrassment as his laugh and friendly tap on her arm made the situation worse. "I’m just joking. You’re right, though. But you’re giving me too much credit. I almost burned my kitchen down trying to make toast once."

"Toast? That’s impressive," she teased, trying to regain her composure. "I think you might be in the wrong class."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, everyone has their talents. That’s exactly why I’m here. My life motto is: When in Italy, be a new man."

"Oh my God," (Y/N) muttered, rolling her eyes with a smile as they noticed it was time to finish and assemble their first plate of pasta.

Everyone had the chance to plate their pasta, adding homemade sauces, grating some cheese, and sitting down to enjoy their creations while listening to local music and comedic stories from the chef.

Joe and (Y/N) sat together, savoring every bite of their simple yet satisfying meal. It felt like an explosion of flavors, enhanced by good company and an amazing ambiance. After such a delightful meal came (Y/N)’s most awaited part: Tiramisu.

Joe noticed the happiness on her face as she helped the chef assemble the dessert, having been pushed to volunteer. Tiramisu was her favorite dessert. After a fantastic demonstration, they all tasted the chef’s recipe, and Joe smiled widely seeing (Y/N) enjoy every bite with her eyes closed and muttering praises.

"Amazing, right?" he asked.

"Every time I come to Italy, I need to eat like a thousand of these. No questions asked," she replied with a satisfied grin.

"So, you're a regular traveler of these parts? Lucky girl."

"Not really," she said with a shrug. "I wish. But who has the money to come here often?" She laughed softly, unaware of Joe’s thoughtful expression. "It’s my second time, actually. Last time I spent two weeks traveling around Italy. One of the best experiences ever. This time is kind of different."

He leaned in slightly, intrigued. "Special occasion, or just a much-needed getaway?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, then sighed with a sheepish smile. "Well… It’s actually my birthday today."

Joe’s eyes widened. "Wait, what? Your birthday?" His voice was full of surprise and warmth. "And you’re spending it here, in a cooking class?"

"Yeah, well… I actually love cooking," she chuckled. "My friend was supposed to be here, but she missed her flight. So, I’m making the most of it on my own."

"Well, happy birthday!" Joe said, lifting his wine glass in an impromptu toast. "You should’ve told me earlier! We could’ve made this a full-on celebration!"

(Y/N) laughed softly, clinking her glass against his. "It’s no big deal. Honestly, the day has been fun enough. And the food makes it worth it."

Joe looked at her with a lingering smile, as if something clicked in his mind. After the class finished, the two stood outside the small, rustic kitchen, the sun starting to dip behind the cliffs of Positano, casting golden hues across the town.

"Well, this was fun," (Y/N) said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Thanks for being such good company, Joe. I hope you have the best time for the rest of your stay."

"Yeah, same to you. Take care, (Y/N)..." he replied, but as she turned to leave, something tugged at him. He hesitated, watching her walk a few steps away, before suddenly calling out, "Hey, wait!"

She turned, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"

Joe took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. "I was just thinking… You shouldn’t have to spend your birthday alone. I mean, not if you don’t want to."

(Y/N) tilted her head, intrigued. "What are you suggesting?"

He smiled, a little shyly at first but then with more confidence. "Why don’t we spend the rest of the day together? I know a few places around here that will make this a day you won’t forget. We can grab drinks, maybe hit the beach, whatever you want." He paused, looking sincere. "I promise you won’t regret it."

(Y/N) blinked, taken aback by his offer but touched by his spontaneity. She felt her hesitation melt away as she smiled and nodded. "Okay, so... lead the way."

They began their afternoon by renting bikes to explore the charming streets of Positano. As they pedaled through the winding roads, the vibrant, stacked houses and stunning water views unfolded around them. The town’s narrow streets were a delightful maze, with antique cars parked along the curbs and locals strolling leisurely.

(Y/N) found herself wobbling a bit on the bike, struggling with the numerous curves and inclines. She tried to hide her clumsiness, but Joe noticed her occasional near-falls. “Having a bit of trouble there?” he teased with a grin.

“Not at all,” (Y/N) replied, though her tight grip on the handlebars gave away her struggle. “I’m having the best time of my life.”

Joe chuckled, adjusting his pace to stay beside her. “You’re doing great!”

Their banter continued as they cycled past picturesque scenes and lively street vendors. The vibrant energy of Positano made their exploration both exhilarating and memorable.

After a while, they parked their bikes and walked along the beach, where she eagerly began collecting seashells. Joe watched her with an amused smile, noting her focused effort. “Is this something you always do?” he asked.

(Y/N) looked up, a handful of colorful shells in her hands. “Only sometimes. I’m kind of amazed by everything that comes from the ocean. So... yeah. Something special to have with me.”

Joe nodded. “Let me help you then.”

They finally arrived at a beachside café, the sun beginning to dip, casting a warm, golden light over the scene. Joe and (Y/N) found a quaint spot where local musicians played lively tunes. They settled at a table with refreshing drinks, taking in the ambiance and the stunning view. As the music gradually picked up its tempo, Joe couldn’t resist doing what was on his mind.

With a playful grin, he extended his hand to (Y/N). “Care to join me?”

At first, (Y/N) hesitated, but his infectious enthusiasm and the cheerful music coaxed her into the small open space in front of the café. As they danced, the rhythm carried them into a joyful, carefree moment. Joe attempted to teach (Y/N) a few dance steps, and she couldn’t help but tease him about his “unique” moves. Their laughter and playful banter filled the air.

As the music slowed, they found themselves in a quieter, more intimate moment. They exchanged stares filled with unspoken understanding, their connection deepening in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was a silent acknowledgment of the bond they were forming.

After their dance, Joe suggested they head to a secluded restaurant he knew about. Tucked away from the bustling tourist spots, it offered a cozy atmosphere with a stunning view of Positano’s twinkling lights. They enjoyed a delectable meal, and their conversation flowed effortlessly. Their genuine interest and attentiveness created a deeper connection as they discussed favorite foods, travel experiences, and personal aspirations.

“So, what kind of cake would you like for your birthday?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

(Y/N) laughed softly, shaking her head. “Actually, I’m not much of a cake person. Gelato’s more my style.”

Joe’s face lit up with a bright grin. “Perfect! Then we’ll do gelato.”

Following dinner, he led (Y/N) to a charming gelato shop renowned for its rich and colorful flavors. As they entered, they both ordered their own cones with an assortment of flavors. With a playful flair, Joe thanked the cashier and turned to begin singing “Happy Birthday” in an endearingly off-key voice. Patrons in the shop glanced over with amused smiles as (Y/N) looked on, touched by the effort and attention.

With their gelato cones still in hand, they took a final, peaceful stroll along the same streets they had explored earlier. When they arrived at (Y/N)’s BnB, the moonlight bathed the entrance in a soft glow. They stood there, the tranquil night around them creating a serene backdrop. Joe took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on (Y/N) as he hesitated.

After a moment, he leaned in slightly, his eyes searching hers. The warmth of their shared day seemed to wrap around them like a blanket. Joe's hand gently grazed (Y/N)’s cheek, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her face. His touch was soft and tentative, savoring every second of their close proximity.

“I’ve really enjoyed today,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I know this will sound somewhat crazy, but... I was wondering...” He hesitated again, his hand moving to rest on her waist, pulling her just a fraction closer.

(Y/N) could feel her heart racing as she looked up at him. The intensity in his eyes matched the tenderness of his touch. “Wondering about what?” she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joe took another deep breath, his gaze roaming over her features—her eyes, her lips, the way the moonlight made her skin glow. “If maybe... we could do this again again sometime. Go out, explore more together.”

There was a charged silence as they both felt the weight of his words. Joe’s fingers lingered at her waist, his thumb gently brushing her hip. (Y/N) could see the hope and earnestness in his eyes, and she found herself drawn closer to him.

Finally, (Y/N) smiled, her eyes softening. “I’d like that very much.”

Joe’s smile widened, and he leaned in, closing the remaining distance between them. His hand gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her delicate jawline and placing finally his hand on her neck. Their kiss was soft and tender, an intimate connection heightened by the serene surroundings. The world seemed to fall away as they shared that perfect moment, each touch and caress magnified by the gentle moonlight.

As they pulled back, Joe looked at (Y/N) with a hopeful smile. “So, tomorrow sounds good?”

(Y/N) laughed softly, her heart full. “Yes, definitely.”

They parted with a warm, lingering hug, both feeling that this birthday had become a day to remember, filled with new beginnings and the promise of more to come.

[justmeinadaze]

Date Night: Roleplay (Steve X You)

A/N: I was watching Modern Family and that episode with Claire and Phil doing the role-play at the hotel gave me this idea lol

Warning: Married couple Steve Harrington and Fem Reader, SMUT, role-play, daddy kink, slight choking, dirty talk. FLUFF, these two are high school sweethearts with playful banter who love each other.

Word Count: 2748

Steve sat at the hotel bar after a long day at work slowly sipping on the drink the bartender gave him. His suit felt like it was sticking to him but the last thing he wanted to do at that moment was go home to change and go to bed. The strong smell of perfume filled the air and as he turned to see where it was coming from you sat down beside him ordering a drink with a confidence that made him swoon. 

He couldn’t help but stare as you patiently waited. The little black dress you had on hugged your curves in a way that had Steve salivating. Your gorgeous high heeled foot swung as you crossed your legs together. 

“Are you trying to be subtle? Because if you are, you are failing.”, you giggle as you flash him a sultry smile. 

“I’m…shit. I’m so sorry. I’ve just never seen a more beautiful woman.”

The bartender hands you your martini as your smile grows. “I’ll tell my husband you said that.”

He blinks, silently giving himself a pep talk as he makes his move. “Well if you don’t mind me saying, your husband must be a moron.”

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

Steve leans in a bit closer to you and you try to control your eyes from rolling back at the sexy scent of his cologne and aftershave. 

“Because if you were my wife, you’d never make it out of the house dressed like that because I’d rip it off your body and fuck you till you were screaming my name.”

His honey brown eyes watched you with amusement as your sexy smirk faltered a bit at his confession. 

“Hm. Well someone is cocky. What IS your name?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.” He reaches out to shake your hand and you provide him your own telling him your name as well. 

“I knew a Steve Harrington in high school. He was a bit of an asshole.”

He chuckled and it comforted your nerves as a bit of his personality fell through. “Most Harringtons are, I’m afraid. Even I was a bit of a fucker in school.”

“What made you change?”

“My wife.” You blushed and he playfully craned his neck to follow your eye line as you tried to look away. “Uh huh. She was so beautiful inside and out. I knew after our first conversation I would do anything for her.”

“Then what are you doing at a hotel bar, Mr. Harrington?”

Steve obnoxiously sighs as he turns around and leans his elbows on the counter. “Oh, ya know. She’s too busy at home taking care of our three rotten children.”

“Oh, oh, okay.”, you laugh and he beams widely in your direction. “I’m sure they aren’t that bad.”

“What about you? Where’s your husband?”

“Probably at home fixing his hair in the mirror while our three ADORABLE children run around the house causing havoc.” 

“I’m sure his hair is fabulous.”

He scoots his chair closer to you till his slack covered knees are pressed against yours. You both talk about trivial things as you continue to sip your drinks and exchange the occasional flirty touch. The urge to reach out and caress his face or run your manicured nails down his button-up shirt covered chest was killing you.

Steve knew you were struggling and it was making the bulge in his pants get bigger every time you readjusted your legs to rub your thighs together. A man in the lobby sat at the hotel’s piano and began playing a slow song that had you slightly swaying in your chair. 

“Do you want to dance with me, Y/N?”

You smile as you nod and he tenderly takes your hand, helping you out of your chair, and leads you to the makeshift dance floor. As he placed his hands on your waist, you clasped your hands around his neck. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“Just how glad I am that I met you.”, you answer. “What about you?”

“Same. I’m also…no. I shouldn’t say. I’m a respectful gentleman.”

“Uh huh.”, you giggle as he smirks. “How about we make a deal Mr. Harrington? How about from this point forward…” You pull him closer till feel his groin press against your body. “…you’re allowed to be completely disrespectful.”

Steve groaned slightly as his forehead leaned against yours. “I was thinking how sweet you probably taste between your legs. How bad I want to make you cum on my tongue in that sexy dress. I want to show a naughty girl like you things that your husband never could.”

 Your hands almost roughly tug his lips to yours. “I have…a room…if you want to…”

He hastily nods and you grab his hand powerwalking with him towards the elevator. As soon as the doors close and you press the button for your floor, you jump into his arms, kissing his lips before he trails them to your neck and sucks on the flesh making you moan. 

All too quickly, the elevator dings open and you both pry apart as you lead him towards your room. 

As soon as the key clicks it open, you’re both tumbling through as your mouths mingle together. Pushing you against the wall, you tear at his shirt as his palm reaches between your legs to yank down your silky, lace underwear. 

“I half expected you not to have any panties on.”, he chuckled, throwing them to the side. 

“I have to make a bit of a challenge, Mr. Harrington.” Your hands fumble with his belt as he continues to kiss on your neck, letting out a humid breath against your skin when your palm makes it through the waistband of his boxers and rubs against his cock. “Fuck…so big.”

Steve grunts in pleasure as he takes a hold of your hips and lifts you onto a table near the front entrance. 

“Are you sure you still want to taste me in this dress? Because I’m dying to feel your mouth on my body.”

“I’m a man of my word, honey, but how about we meet in the middle?” His lips attach to your throat again as his fingers yank down the top half of the fabric exposing your tits to his to tongue as it glides down your chest and plays with the erect nub. “Fuck, baby. The sounds you make are so fucking sexy.”

Steve descends to his knees, teasing you as he tenderly kisses along the inside of your thighs. 

“C-Can I ask you something?” He responds with a gravelly hm as he gets closer to your core. “What’s your fantasy?” The man freezes as his beautiful eyes look up at you with confusion. “I mean…is there something you’ve always wanted to do with your wife that you felt like you couldn’t?”

Rising to his full height, he leans his hands on either side of you and you see the game you two are playing begin to recede from his gaze. “No, no, no Mr. Harrington. Come back to me.”, you coo in a loving tone. “I meant…for example…when my husband and I make love he whispers sexily in my ear all these dirty things and I just fucking love it.” Steve grins when you giggle. “I just sometimes wish…he’d take it a bit further. Not all the time but…just be a little…rougher with me. Fuck me. You know?”

He nods, his eyes looking past you for a moment before coming back to yours with a smile on his face that could make the devil blush. After kissing your lips again, he brings two of his fingers to your mouth and without hesitation you eagerly suck on them, running your tongue over the pads and around his knuckles. 

“I love making love to my wife. She’s always so open minded about everything that I’m surprised sometimes. But…there is one thing…I’ve always kind of wanted to hear her say but I was nervous she’d think I was weird.” Sliding his fingers out of your mouth, he uses his other hand to grip the back of your neck as he thrust his two saliva coated digits into your entrance.

“Sometimes when I’m jacking off, I imagine her saying it and I just—fuck—I cum so hard.”

“What is it? Tell me, baby.”

You panted against his lips as his pace quickened ever so slightly. “I can fuck you the way you want to be fucked. I can give you want you need, sweetheart. Let Daddy take care of you.”

“Fuck me.”

His fingers moved so fast the sound of your slick echoed off the walls. Reaching for his wrist, you futilely tried to push his hand away as he made you cum. Your nails clawed at his chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Please. Please, Daddy. I want to feel your mouth on my pussy. Please.”, you beg. 

Steve practically growled at the name as he lifted you again and carried you to bed. “Mmm—come here, honey.” He positioned you till you were straddling his face and you mewled when his tongue licked a stripe through your folds up to your clit. “Fuck, Y/N. You taste so fucking good.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he got lost in you, his tongue lapping at every part of your sex before wrapping his lips around your nub. Leaning back, your hand tried to reach for his cock but his pants were in the way. Steve felt you struggle and released his grip on your thighs to shuffle down his slacks enough to spring his length free without him having to stop devouring you. 

Licking your palm, you stroked him as best you could from the angle you were in causing his moans to vibrate through your core. 

“Y-yes, D-Daddy—fuck—don’t stop.”

His hips rutted up into your fist as his face pressed further inside of you. As the coil began to wind, your hands flew forward to pull on hair as your hips grinded against his lips. His long, muscular arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you to him as your body trembled and you came. 

“Fuck…good girl, baby. Coming hard like that.” 

You twitched on top of him as he placed tender pecks against your nub, carefully licking at your arousal as he continued to taste you. 

When you finally let you go, you glided down his frame and pressed your lips to his. 

“Fuck me…please…I need to feel you inside me.”

“Keep begging me like that, baby. I kind of like it.”

You both whimpered as your grinded your dripping pussy lips along his now extremely hard and leaking cock.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I need you to make me cum again with your dick. Please…”

Abruptly, he flipped you on to your back and lifted one of your legs over his shoulders. You whined as he continued to tease you, dragging his mushroom tip over your clit.

“You need Daddy’s cock, baby?” When you only nod, he abruptly leans forward and wraps his massive palm around your throat. His eyes continuously scan your face, fearing he may have taken it too far but when you moan and bite your bottom lip, it takes every fiber of his being to remain in control and not just cum right now. “Say it, honey.”

“I need your cock, Daddy. Please. I need you to stretch me open. Please—ahh my god…”

As you were talking, Steve gradually guided himself into your core, grunting at the feeling as your cunt clung to him and pulled him in. With a vigor you had never seen before, he roughly dropped your legs and wrapped them both around his waist as his entire body fell against you and he slammed his hips into yours.

Your fingers raked through his hair and down his back as he hid his face to the side of your own, whispering and groaning in your ear as his cock punched into every sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Fuck, Y/N…your so fucking warm and wet…just leaking all over Daddy’s cock, baby. Yeah? That it? Is that the right spot? Mmm—Jesus—I love the sounds you make. You’re mine, honey. No one can take my cock like you can. No one feels as good as you do. I love you so much. Fuck…”

Your eyes rolled back as your pussy began clenching around him. Steve knew…he knew your body like one else, pushing up on his hands as he watched your face, pounding his hips into yours as he watched you come undone. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum all over Daddy’s cock.” His lips quickly cut off your scream as came hard underneath him, swallowing your moan as he thrust into you faster trying to make your orgasm last. “I know, baby. I know. I know. It feels so fucking good. You’re doing so well.”

“C-cum, Daddy.”, you whimper as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. “Please. I need to feel you cum inside of me.” Steve’s forehead fell on yours as he chased his high, his heavy breathes fanning your face. “Look at me, Daddy. I want to watch your face as you cum.”

As your fingers reached to pull his hair, his hands gripped your wrists and held them against the mattress as he did what you asked. His beautiful brown eyes were incredibly glassy with want but you saw something else that made you breathily chuckle. 

“Steve…you…I can’t cum again, baby.”

He smirked as if to say he accepted the challenge, his gaze never leaving yours as he thrust into you so hard the bed shook. You pushed against his grip but he knew you weren’t trying to escape or in pain. You desperately wanted to touch him like you always did. Your cunt gripped him again and he grunted at the feeling as his smile grew.

“Keep your eyes on, Daddy, baby.”

As his face began to contort with pleasure, it was enough to push you one final time as you repeatedly moaned his name as you came. After getting what he craved, his eyes flicked to yours before squeezing shut and with a few more sloppy thrusts he released ropes of his seed deep inside of you. 

Steve’s body collapsed on yours and your arms promptly wrapped around him as he released you from his hold. He doesn’t remember when he fell asleep but when he woke up again, you were steadily breathing as your fingers played with his hair and your lips occasionally kissed his forehead. 

“Shit. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s ok, old man.”, you giggle as he leaned up on his elbows to kiss your nose and move some of your damp hair out of your face. “You only slept for 20minutes. Now normally I wouldn’t complain but can you pull out please, Daddy.”

He chuckles to himself as he lifts his hips, mumbling apologies as your face scrunches in pain. 

“That wasn’t…I wasn’t too rough right?”

“No, baby. I’m just sore.” Your fingers reach up gently caress his cheek. “I like it though…feeling you through out my day.” Steve grins as he rests his chin on your tummy, looking up at you with nothing but admiration. “You could have told me, you know? About the Daddy thing.”

“I know. I just…I don’t know. I didn’t want you think I was a pervert or something.”

“Well, you’ve always been a pervert but not because of this.”, you laugh when he jokingly rolls his eyes. “Do…do you want me to incorporate it? I don’t mind.”

“Jesus Christ. How did I get so lucky to marry the coolest fucking woman?” He grins as he watches you blush. “No, we don’t have to do it every time. I like hearing you whimper my name.”

“Same. With the rough stuff, I mean. I’m definitely down for more roleplay, Mr. Harrington.”

“Speaking of you looked really beautiful in that dress. If I had known I would have bought a nicer suit or something. That was just my work outfit.”

“I still think you looked handsome.”

When you sigh, he climbs up the bed and lays on his back, yanking you to his side as he holds you tightly. 

“What are you thinking about now?”

You beam up at him as you tenderly kiss his lips before laying your head on his chest. 

“How lucky I am that I met you.”

####### Date Night Series

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Boyfriend Joe Keery Part 4: A Few Days

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this super cute and fluffy update! Also friendly reminder that in this series Joe loves to spoil you and do whatever he can to make your life easier✨