#joe keery blurb

[ash5monster01]

could I request something fluffy with Steve after he comes home injured from the demo-bats attack?

Aftercare

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: language, injury, S4 spoilers, minor suggestive comment, tension, mentions of past trauma, acts of service, fluff, no use of y/n

Summary: Steve comes home in an unrecognizable state and you’re quick to help him clean up.

word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

Dirt swirls at the bottom of the tub, spiraling with the water pressure that pounds on the boys back. Your hand slowly moving the nozzle to determine what marks wash away and what ones don’t. It pains you to see him like this, to have not known where he had been for days, panicking with all the deaths and trauma littering the town. For a split moment you had thought he was gone, until he reappeared looking as if he had just fought a war. Your eyes unable to look away from the red mark wrapped around his entire neck.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he says when he hears another one of your heavy sighs. You don’t believe him, no matter how convincing he sounds. Instead of responding you run the loofa over his shoulder, determined to continue your job.

“Hey, I’m okay,” he reassures, his hand covering yours as the suds run down his skin. He stops the loofah in place as he turns to peer over his shoulder at you. The ledge of the tub is hard under your butt and he looks so small as he sits there naked with his knees tucked to his chest.

“This isn’t right Steve, your sides have literal bites taken out of them. I’m already running out of peroxide and I can’t tell what’s dirt or a bruise,” you whine, tears filling your eyes. Slowly he lets go of your hand and turns to face you, arms resting across your lap.

“I know baby, but I’m right here now and I’m more than fine,” he explains and you nod, pushing him back to run the loofah along his chest. Blood and dirt drip from his chest hair and it pains you that he can still be so handsome in a state like this.

“Can I just clean you up? Let me take care of you,” you beg and he searches your eyes, trying to see any hesitation or deception. When all he finds is genuine care, he gives a single nod before turning back and letting you get to work.

When you’re practically done washing his body, having run the loofah over every part of him down to his toes, you step into the tub to use the nozzle against his head. His neck tips back and his eyes flutter close, the water soaking his brown waves dark against his head. His eyes never open as you run shampoo through his hair, rinse, and then condition. You finish washing his body while the conditioner sits, knowing he probably needed the normalcy of his big full head of hair after all the things he’d been through. When he’s done you help him out the tub, enjoying the quiet as you run a towel over his limbs. When you reach his sides he winces and the blissful bubble is burst.

“You know I could get used to this,” Steve grins, feeling refreshed and loved after the attention to detail you’ve given him. You smile up at him softly from toweling off his legs.

“You enjoy anything that has to do with me kneeled in front of you,” you tease, wrapping the towel around his waist before collecting some medical supplies to dress his wounds. Steve rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree, feeling immense relief to just be back here with you.

“I mean you taking care of me, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come back to an empty house and had to recover on my own,” he explains, a frown tugging at his lips as he recalls all the times before. His eyes swollen shut from being beat up by Russians, feeling the water run over his skin but not knowing if the bleeding stopped with it.

“Yeah well I’m here now, so be still because this might hurt,” you sigh, knowing the peroxide you pour on his side burns instantly. He winces as his eyes squeeze shut and you quickly form your lips in an O and blow over it to soothe it only slightly.

When one side is done you do the other, trying to ignore Steve’s sounds of discomfort and pain, before wrapping fresh bandages around his midsection. It’s the first time the dressings don’t immediately seep with fresh blood since he had returned, he was already healing, and that was comfort enough. Letting out a sigh of relief you stand up straight to face him, your hands cradling either side of his face.

“I love you so much Steve,” you say matter of fact, not searching for a response or even a reason. This boy had risked his life for this town and it still wasn’t over. This peaceful oasis you had created for yourselves was going to disappear soon. In the morning you’d go with him to Nancy’s and face the town that had become destroyed from the events of last night. At least right now the two of you were together, temporarily immune to whatever was still out there.

“I love you, and I’m sorry for just disappearing. I just couldn’t risk putting you in danger too,” he admits, having fought a battle of needing you but knowing distance would keep you safe. You weren’t ignorant to the dangers of this town but he never would’ve been able to defend it while also worrying about you.

“I know Steve, but next time, let me make that decision,” you say with raised eyebrows and he nods, chuckling softly as he wraps you in his arms. You hold him, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against yours, and the sound of his heartbeat pumping in your ear. He was alive and safe, and suddenly all your worries washed away.

“Okay, I can deal with that,” he agrees and you grin before pushing up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. His attempts to deepen it fall short as you pull away, a devilish smile crossing your face.

“Let’s get you in some comfy clothes and go to bed, you need a full night rest,” you remind him and he groans because that also meant no funny business. He obeys anyway, following as you help him slip into some pajamas. It’s pure torture watching you change into one of his t-shirts while he lays and waits for you in bed. Desperate to ignore how his eyelids already felt heavy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask as you cuddle against him, careful not to hurt his wounds. It’s the first time in days this bed is warm again and you wish you could put your full weight on top of him.

“Maybe later, but right now I just want to lay here with you,” he says, fingers running through your hair and you smile. It feels as if nothing had even happened but a part of you knew everything from this moment was going to be different. Tomorrow would come with more trouble that it seemed Steve could never escape and you’d be there to stand by his side this time. That’s why right now, curled in each other’s arms, felt better than it ever had.

“Okay,” you smile. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight beautiful,” he returns the sentiment and you sigh, snuggling into him and letting your eyes flutter close. You knew he’d fight sleep for a little longer but that didn’t matter because you’d still be here to take care of him if needed. You’d never leave the boy to do it on his own ever again.

If Steve Harrington was going to fight to protect the world the least you could do was give him some aftercare.

[ssweetleaf]

currently thinking about asshole!king steve using you whenever he feels like it :(

SMUT 18+ below, mean!steve, manipulation, p in v, creampie

—♡—

You were tangled between your bed sheets, Steve’s hulking figure above you, sweat beading at his hairline with his hands clasped in yours.

So intimate, you thought— letting King Steve into your bedroom, having him marvel at your painted walls and pretty little belongings, and he cooed over them, stroked at your skin and let you sit in his lap while you jokingly introduced to him your childhood stuffed animals.

And when you let him kiss you, it felt different. Different than any other kiss you had shared with another, chaste and soft— plush lips sponging to your cheek every once in a while before he had you on your back, naked, completely bare for him, while he praised and worshiped every inch of revealed flesh.

When he inched inside you, he went slow, careful— fully aware of the sheer size of his dick and how it stretched your quivering walls open. Harmlessly mocking at your pout, nudging at your cheek with his nose and breathing in the pretty perfume you had spritzed over yourself before he’d arrived.

“Atta girl.” He would coo between thrusts, curling his digits around yours, clasping your palms flush together— easing closer to you, his naked chest pressed firm against your tits, groaning at the way your nipples protruded and grazed along his pecs.

He loved it when you called him ‘Stevie’, loved it when you moaned it, little whines and gasps shuddering over you while he nudged that special spot with his ruddy tip.

“Yeah—” he groaned, “y’Stevie’s girl, aren’t ya?”

And you’d nodded, too fervently, your tits jiggling, another reason for him to ogle at them— only removing a clasped hand to give them a little squeeze. ‘Gotta pay attention to the girls’ he had said.

When he made you cum— with a thumb pad circling your peaked clit and deepened thrusts of his cock— you swore you saw stars, your gaze turning glimmering and watery, vision clouded all while he muttered little praises into your ear. His good girl. His perfect girl.

Steve had almost exploded on the spot when you’d told him to cum inside you, to fill you up and not pull out. You promised you were on the pill and you swore you could see his shoulders deflate a little, though you shook it away, and he came deep in your belly, filling you with thick ropes of his cum.

You felt special, wanted— you felt maybe he’d ask you to be his girlfriend afterwards. Make it official, like you so desperately wanted.

So it was a surprise to you in school the next day, seeing him stood in the halls, back pressed to a locker and with another girl hooked under his arm.

He ignored you when you waved at him. He followed along with his friends when they laughed and mocked you for thinking Steve Harrington would ever be with a girl like you. However, once in a while, you’d get a call from him, cooing apologies while he fucked his fist, claiming he needed you, that he was sorry and you’d invite him into your bedroom just to have it happen all over again.

—♡—

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[wildrangers]

Who Are We to Fight the Alchemy? // Joe Keery

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: Famous singer reader x Joe Keery

Tropes & Topics: Meet cute, slow burn, cursing, I don't think anything major?

It had been a long day and Joe couldn’t wait to be home. He was on the last leg of recording in New York and filming in Atlanta, feeling desperate for some time off. At the same time, though, he was happier than he’d been in months, having creative outlets for all he’d been through over the last year.

He waved goodbye to the techs before opening the door to rejoin the New York streets. He was taken aback, at first, by how bright it was out at dusk. Within seconds, he realized it was cameras flashing against the darkening sky and his confusion deepened as girls shrieking turned to dead quiet. 

“Oh, it's not Y/N, who even is that?” he heard a girl ask from the nearby barricade that must have been erected after he came in that morning. As he collected himself and made his way around the giant crowd, he heard her friend gasp and call, “Oh my god, it’s that guy from that Netflix show!” 

He shook his head laughing quietly as he turned the corner towards his apartment. It was a long walk but the quiet time after being in a studio all day did wonders. He pulled out his phone texting his friend and producer, Adam. 

Weird question, is Y/N L/N at Electric? 

Not sure but that would explain why they told me to go around back…

They were really hyped the door opened until they saw it was just me

Adam responded with a laugh reaction to his text and Joe slid his headphones on as any further thoughts of you dissipated. 

***

You knew better than to be at the studio this late. It was well past midnight and your producer had left hours ago, encouraging you to do the same, but here you sat. There was just something off about this song that you couldn’t quite nail down. Plus, it’s not like you had anyone or anything waiting for you at home. You pushed that particular thought from your head, standing to take a lap around the building to stretch your legs. 

Your bare feet padded along the carpeted floor as you pushed the door open only to hear a muffled oof from behind it.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you questioned, jumping into the hallway and shutting the door so you could see who you’d hit. 

“Yeah, yeah, I was more startled than anything else, I thought I was alone” a vaguely familiar looking guy said, his mouth quirking into a smile.

“Still, I am so, so sorry. I was in my own world and also assumed it was just me left here” you frowned, eyes scanning his form to make sure he wasn’t lying about being hurt. 

“I’m all good, promise” he insisted, his tone amused at your concern. “I’m Joe.”

“Y/N” you replied, offering your hand for him to shake. Your guitar string scars brushed his and you smiled brightly at him. “You make music? You look familiar but I was imagining you in a show for some reason.” 

He laughed, retracting his hand to run it through his hair, making it stand on end. “Yeah, I’m that guy from that Netflix show” he said sarcastically and, as you tilted your head in confusion, he added. “I left the studio a few days ago and severely disappointed your fans. As I rounded the corner, that’s what they dubbed me.”

Your hand flew to your mouth to hide the giggle that escaped despite your efforts. “I’m sorry, I love their support but I can only imagine how jarring that was to walk into unexpectedly.” 

“It’s fine, good to stay humble after all” he shrugged, a grin breaking across his face and it clicked. 

“Stranger Things!” you shouted, unintentionally loud in the otherwise quiet space. “Sorry, I knew I’d seen you in something, I love that show but it’s been like a decade since new episodes were released.” 

“We’re actually towards the end of filming the last season now.”

“In New York?” you questioned, confused. 

“No, I’m flying back and forth between here and Atlanta to record on off days” he explained. 

“You must be exhausted, that sounds grueling.” He shrugged but you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, certain you had some of your own after all the late nights. “Want to grab some coffee? I have a pot going in my room.” 

“That would be great actually, yeah” he agreed and you carefully opened the door, ensuring it didn’t touch him, which made him chuckle lightly. “What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You sighed deeply, pouring each of you a mug before settling, cross-legged, on your chair. “I don’t even know anymore” you admitted and he frowned sympathetically. 

“That’s the stage I’m at with my album too” he shared and you hummed in appreciation for the pains of this part of the recording process. 

“It’s just like…I feel like the album isn’t clicking yet, you know? And there’s this one song I’m toying with, have been for days, and something missing that I can’t figure out. It doesn’t sound like it fits but it should, so I’m stuck.” 

“Want me to take a listen? I don’t know how much insight I could offer but sometimes an outside ear helps” he shrugged and you paused, normally hesitant to share anything with people outside your circle. But his eyes were earnest and you found yourself agreeing, pulling up the audio track on the computer and hitting play. 

You fiddled with the ends of your braids as music filled the room. You listened all the way through, your frustration at not being able to solve it growing as the minutes passed on. As silence fell, you glanced to gauge Joe’s reaction. His brows were furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.

“That’s a new direction for you to be going in, right? It’s like moody pop. Is that the general vibe for the album?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, nodding, “Yeah, in general. And thanks, it feels like me but kind of like a bridge to a new version of what I want to end up doing, if that makes sense?” 

“Yeah, it feels that way” he nodded eagerly, leaning his elbows onto his knees, his face moving closer to yours. “Can you play the bridge one more time?” 

You quickly clicked the buttons to fulfill his request, pulling up your legs so you could rest your cheek to your knee. 

“It’s hard because I can’t tell if this is supposed to be sad or upbeat,” he admitted. 

“Yeah, I’m having the same problem” you sighed, running your hands over your face. “It’s just…never mind, I don’t want to, like, vomit my life at you, I’m sure you’re busy.”

“I don’t mind, it’s kind of nice to look at a musical puzzle that’s not mine” he chuckled and you cracked a brief smile. 

You normally hesitated to discuss anything personal with new people. You’d been burned in the past and you honestly found it could be distracting to the work itself, once it was out in the world. But, there was something in Joe’s energy that felt safe. He was curious as a fellow artist, not as a nosy outsider wanting to take whatever crumbs you’d drop about your personal shit. 

“My boyfriend of about six years and I broke up almost a year ago” you began quietly, closing your eyes to shut out some of the vulnerability of the moment. “And it happened during, like, the peak of my musical career so far. So, there I was, on the outside, living my best life where inwardly I was just…fucking reeling, you know?” 

You dared a glance up and were met by his soft, compassionate gaze. He nodded his encouragement so you continued, “So I want this album to kind of embody that. All the high high and low lows and how disorienting it is for them to happen at once, especially in the public eye. But, it all sounds discordant right now so I’m trying to decide if I should just lean into one side or the other.” 

“Well, you’re trying to have this album represent that time in your life, right?” 

“Mostly, yeah. My tour wrapped about a month ago so this is the first time since everything happened that I can just, like, sit and process shit. Which has been good for me mentally but… I don’t know if it’s just me being self indulgent and not actually creating a cohesive body of work.” 

“Why can’t it be both?” 

“Because it’s confusing as a listener” you argued, leaning up and meeting his gaze. “How do we go from a song about feeling depressed and alone to an upbeat celebratory track?” 

“Just mix them up a little sonically” he suggested and you stared at him blankly. “Like, this song, right? It’s sad, it’s about feeling like nothing you do is enough for someone. What would that sound like over…I don’t know some synth? A more upbeat pace?” 

You paused, mulling over his words. For the first time in days, you felt inspired solving the puzzle of this song rather than lost. “And then maybe I can do it vice versa too, like weave slower tones or moments into happier songs so it all melds.”

“Yeah, exactly! And I think you’re wrong, by the way” he added offhand. 

“About what?”

“I don’t think it would be confusing to a careful listener” he said earnestly and you frowned, not agreeing. “I think everyone experiences times in their life where all kinds of shit, good and bad, is happening and they’re just muddling through. Why wouldn’t people be able to hear that either in your words or the production or both? You’re underestimating them.”

You let his words sink in and found yourself smiling, “I’m really happy I whacked you with that door.”

He threw his head back in laughter before jokingly saluting you. “Glad to be of service, even if you broke my toe.”

“Stop, did I really?” you questioned, worry flooding your system again.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you” he smiled and you rolled your eyes.

A comfortable silence fell for a few moments as you grabbed your notebook to write down these new thoughts. You didn’t want to make any drastic changes without your producer there. “Would you want me to help with your puzzle?” 

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to bother you” he said and you raised your eyes to glare at him. 

“Because I didn’t just bother you?”

“You didn’t bother me” he sighed, frustrated. 

“And you’re not bothering me” you sighed, mimicking his tone, making him laugh again. 

“Fine, come listen to my dumpster fire” he replied, standing up but you grabbed his wrist to make him stop. 

“Don’t ever talk about your music like that, got it?” you ordered and his cheeks flamed pink but he nodded.

“Oh gosh, my foot fell asleep, do you mind if I just?” you questioned, tightening your hold on his wrist in the hopes he’d let you use him for balance.

“Yeah, of course” he agreed, reaching for your other hand which slid easily into his. You rose slowly, waiting for the pins and needles to subside. “It’s good we ran into each other, I’m heading back to Atlanta tomorrow night.”

“Definitely, cosmic even” you agreed, smiling up at him and he gently squeezed your hand in response. You got stuck there for a moment, staring into his warm brown eyes, his hands a steady comfort. His eyes dipped briefly to your mouth and though your heart thudded deliciously, you dropped his hands with another thanks. You were glad you’d met him but you weren’t ready for romance quite yet. You needed time to work through the last year and you wanted to do your next relationship, whatever that looked like, right–clean and clear-headed. 

***

Joe was soaking up the crowd singing “Back to Beginning” alongside him. He’d never experienced this large of a crowd singing it back to him before. As he strummed the final note, he waved his goodbyes, making his way offstage. Out of sight from the crowd, he pulled his band in for a hug as the adrenaline began working its way out of his system. 

“Oh shit” Adam breathed and Joe followed his line of sight to find you standing a few feet away, sunglasses on and a cap on your head. His heart rate, which had just begun to slow, rapidly accelerated as you beamed at him. His brain caught up with the moment and he pulled himself away from the guys to greet you.

“You were amazing!” you complimented, pulling him into a quick hug. He returned the embrace, confused but thrilled by your presence.

“Thanks so much” he smiled as you took a step back. “What brings you to Australia?” 

“My schedule kept me from seeing any of Charli’s shows so I figured I’d make a vacation of it to see her headline.”

“That sounds awesome” he replied, eyes sweeping the area. “Are you here by yourself?” 

“Well, it’s me and Frank over there” you replied, nodding to a burlier guy near the main staircase to the area. “He’s been my bodyguard for, like, my entire career, and he’s the best person to take to these things. Charli and I have plans over the next few days but she wanted to rest up before tonight.”

A not quite comfortable silence descended. Joe was flattered you came for his set but didn’t know what to say. Despite the emotional intimacy of those few late hours together at Electric Lady, he hadn’t summoned the courage to ask for your number. And between shooting and never seeing you again at the studio, he’d let the night exist as a one-off moment in time and left it there. But, here you were all these months later. 

“I was really bummed we never ran into each other again” you said, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“Yeah, me too. I kicked myself a little bit for not asking for your number.” You smiled, ducking your head at his remark and he felt his cheeks warm. “Not that I assumed you’d have shared it but–” 

“I would have, happily” you replied and his stomach swooped. “But it’s probably better you didn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

You regarded him silently for a moment before asking, “Do you want to come hear how that song we were working on turned out?” 

He was confused by the shift in conversation but nodded eagerly. “Definitely, it’d be great to get out of this heat too.” 

As you two made your way towards the air conditioned trailers the venue had set up for the performers and their guests, he didn’t fail to notice the eyes that trailed the two of you. You were quiet as you walked but he didn��t know you well enough to understand if that was normal for you or if something else was going on. 

A few moments later, he settled onto the couch in your trailer as you pulled out your laptop, handing him a set of headphones before sliding on your own set. You hit play and he smiled when he heard the upbeat, synthy tones. It was better than anything he could have imagined months ago but that didn’t surprise him–you were a legend for a reason.

“That was fucking amazing, Y/N” he replied as the song wrapped up and you grinned at him. 

“Thanks, I seriously couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You definitely could have, you’re an incredible artist.” 

“So are you, that’s why I’m making sure you have a producing credit when the album comes out in the fall.” His heart dropped and his mouth must have too because you shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, unless you really don’t want me to, I just think your suggestions are all over that song. All over the album, if I’m being honest.”

“I don’t even know what to say, I’m flattered. You really don’t have to do that.” 

“I know but I’d like to, if you’ll let me.”

He met your eyes and they were filled with some intense emotion he couldn’t quite name. “Sure, that’s super sweet of you.”

 “I really like your new songs,” you added quickly. 

“Yeah?” he smiled, pride filling his chest. “Which ones?”

“The basic one, I love the production, and the delete you one is fucking incredible”

His breath quickened as he debated how much to share. “Thanks…if I’m being honest, talking with you that night really helped me too. I didn’t say it at the time but I was going through a split from a long term relationship too. And, I don’t know, hearing you talk about that experience more eloquently than I could really shaped the last few songs on the album. Delete Ya was the first song I wrote after that night”

“Well, now I’m flattered,” you replied and he chuckled.

“I should have given you a writing credit or something.”

“Well, there’s still time for us to do that one day.” 

“I’ll hold you to it” he joked but your expression was serious.

“I hope you do” you replied quietly and he couldn't help himself from asking what he’d been wondering about.  

“Why did you say it was better we didn’t stay in contact?” 

You sighed, shifting your laptop to the ground and criss crossing your legs. “That night, I thought we were going to kiss. And I really wanted to but I wasn’t ready. And if the next song you wrote was that one, you probably weren’t either.” 

He held your intense gaze as he processed your words. “Does it ever scare you? Thinking about if the person you lost damaged you in a way that can’t be mended?” 

“It used to,” you admitted. “And sometimes if I stay up too late alone it really does. But I think people can heal from anything and who am I to exclude myself from the rest of humanity?” 

He smiled at you, “I really like listening to you talk.” 

“Yeah?” you laughed, ducking your head again. 

“Yeah” he said, nudging your knee with his own. “And you’re right too. I would have kissed you that night, or at least tried to, if we hadn’t shifted into my room when we did.” 

“Am I right about the other stuff too?” 

“Probably” he admitted. “But I feel differently now.” 

“Me too” you said quietly and his heart thumped as your eyes dipped to his mouth. He leaned in, eyes drifting shut before a loud knock on the door made you two spring apart. 

“Boss lady, Charli’s set’s in ten!” Frank called and you laughed nervously, running a hand over your face before standing up and offering him your hand. 

“Want to join me?” 

“Could we go down in the crowd? It’d be so much fun surrounded by everyone” You paused for a moment, frowning, and he squeezed your hand as he stood up. “We can go wherever you’ll be most comfortable though.” 

You regarded him for a moment before your face broke into a huge grin, “Fuck it, let’s go. Frank will be pissed but I’ve put him through worse.” 

***

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt like everyone was staring but you couldn’t make yourself care, not really. You were settled between Joe and his friend, Adam, eagerly waiting for Charli to take the stage. 

“Do you get used to that?” Joe asked, mouth dangerously close to your ear. 

“What?”

“People thinking they’re being really subtle while filming you or taking photos.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, it’s the fucking worst. It must happen to you too, no?”

“Sure, at cons or in Atlanta maybe but most places? No.” 

“I’m sorry, I can always go backstage instead if you want?” you offered, feeling badly that you were dampening his night. 

“Hey, no” he said, throwing his arm loosely around your shoulders, warming you from the inside out. “I want to experience this with you.” 

You didn’t know what to say so you just wrapped your own arm around his waist, briefly laying your head on his shoulder before the bass of Charli’s opening track blasted through the air.

You were so grateful Joe had encouraged you to be in the crowd, even if it was the roped off VIP section. You never let yourself just exist this way, dancing and laughing and having fun knowing people were watching but doing your best not to care. And you wanted to experience this night with him too, fully, without hiding. 

As Joe fumbled his way through the apple dance you could barely breathe you were laughing so hard. When your favorite tracks came on, you jumped and screamed along with everyone else, feeling beyond proud of your old friend. As the final song wrapped up, you cheered until you were hoarse. 

As the crowd started to disperse, you grabbed Joe’s hand without thinking. “Follow me, I want to get backstage to congratulate Charli.” 

Joe nodded, motioning for Adam to follow you both, Frank tailing behind. As you weaved your way out, you were finally hidden from the crowd’s view and you felt your shoulders fully relax. You turned to say something to Joe but lost your breath when he dragged you into an alcove you hadn’t even noticed a moment before. 

“What are you–” you began but were quickly cut off by his lips crashing into yours. You eagerly returned the kiss, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His hands landed on your hips, his thumbs brushing beneath the hem of your shirt, drawing goosebumps to your skin even though it was easily 80 degrees outside.

You tangled your hands in his hair, loving how soft and thick the strands felt between your fingers. When you gave a light tug, Joe groaned into your mouth, making your pulse race even faster. His hands pressed you into him, your bodies lining up perfectly as he deepened the kiss, tongue swiping your mouth, begging for entrance. You happily opened for him and you lost sense of anything that wasn’t the feel of his mouth, the heat of his hands, and the furious beating of your hearts against each other. 

The spell was broken by Frank and Adam’s voices nearby, questioning each other where they’d last seen you both. It was the worried tone in Frank’s voice that made you pull away, frantically drawing air into your lungs. Your eyes opened, rising to meet his and you were pleased to see his pupils were lust-blown wide. 

“I’m sorry, I’d been dying to do that all night but I wanted it to be just us, you know?”

“I do and appreciate it” you smiled, lightly pecking his lips again. “But Frank is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t see me in the next sixty seconds.”

“Make that thirty seconds” you heard Frank call from nearby. Joe and you froze, staring at each other before dissolving into giggles, your head resting on his chest that rumbled with laughter. 

“Rain check?” you whispered, grabbing his hand to lead him out. 

“Fuck yes” he smiled, placing a kiss to your temple. And even though you were terrified of how this could play out, who were you to fight the joy and hope flooding your system? 

Note: This is my first time writing for Joe, so I'd love to hear any feedback. I can't wait for his new album to come out. If people like this one, I definitely have ideas for another part and other potential stories with him. (Side note: this is clearly referencing Taylor Swift's TTPD which was my inspiration for this idea)

[joekeeryswife]

joe keery has such strong dad energy, especially in recent photos from italy. can you write about joe traveling in italy with you and your baby daughter? i just know he’d be the type to wear his kid around and splash in the water with her, and fall asleep in the sun with her on his chest, and feed her little bites of pasta. with you, he’d make sure that your vacation was relaxing and that you felt treated like a goddess. insecure about wearing a bikini? joe can’t stop blushing when he looks at you in it even if you’ve been married for years. while the baby is napping, he massages your feet and cuddles with you. in turn, you set up reservations at his favorite restaurants and plan manageable but gorgeous walks around the city. idk man just dad!joe on vacation

Italy - j.k

a/n: hello angels. how have you all been? i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA lately but i’m back and better than ever! this request is adorable! let’s get into the imagine. it’s not proof read so please bare with me if this is shit lmfao, im still trying to get back into the swing of writing, i also can never seem to figure out how to end my imagines so if anyone has any tips please LMK!! for the ending the outfits are in the little collage🫧

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“baby come on we wanna get to the pool, what’s taking you so long-” Joe barged into the bathroom without knocking making you jump out of your skin. after having your daughter Florence a year and a half ago you had been insecure about your new body.

you were curvier then before, had a few stretch marks scattered all over your body which had faded but in your eyes they were so visible. you just didn’t feel like yourself and with this being your first holiday since having her, you were nervous.

nervous that you didn’t look as good as you did before, nervous that you were gonna get papped and people online would say awful things about you, nervous people were gonna stare.

but to Joe, the sweetest man ever thought you’d never looked better. you had carried a whole human for 9 months and you looked incredible. “Joe, you scared me” you placed a hand on your chest and turned to look at him.

Joe looked at you, eyes darting across your body, seeing you in a bikini for the first time in over a year made him feel tingly. his face heated up “you look beautiful baby, jesus christ you’re gorgeous” he saw your eyes light up slightly.

Florence was in her playpen which you had brought along to keep her occupied, Joe had made sure she was safe before coming to look for you. even after five years of being together and three years of marriage, just looking at you made Joe feel giddy. he was so lucky to have you in his life.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he couldn’t ever get over your beauty. Joe knew what you were doing in the bathroom, he had caught you one too many times and he hated that you felt insecure.

he walked toward you and pulled you into him “my pretty girl” he kissed your head as he hugged you closer. “you’ve never looked so beautiful” you smiled shyly. there was something about Joe, he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. he had a special way with words.

“come on, don’t want to keep you and flo waiting any longer” you said as you pulled yourself away from the hug. he ran back to Florence who squealed when she saw her dad, the two of them were best friends and although it made you jealous their relationship was your favourite thing ever.

seeing the two of them bonding was the most adorable thing in the entire world. even when she was in the womb he would spend hours and hours speaking to your bump with her kicking you in response. “my angel, let’s go. mama is almost ready” you heard him say as he picked Florence up out of the playpen, she squealed in delight as he did.

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the three of you were lounging around the pool, Italy was boiling hot and luckily the hotel you were staying at had a kids pool and an adult pool. Florence was a baby who loved the water, she never cried when having a bath, if anything she enjoyed it.

splashing around with her toys was her favourite thing to do. she loved your pool that you had back home, every time it was hot Joe would take her into the pool. your friends kids were a bit older than Florence and she loved watching them play in the pool too.

as soon as you and Joe got situated on your sun loungers he grabbed Florence and walked straight to the kid section which was thankfully right in front of you. you watched Florence splash the pool water with her toys, the biggest smile on her face.

Joe was sat opposite her with the exact same expression on his face. it was honestly scary how much Florence looked like him. they had practically all the same features except she had your eyes, she was a carbon copy of him.

aside from the fact that Florence and Joe where best friends and looked exactly like each other the worst of it all was when Florence said her first word which was of course ‘dada’. you had prayed that she said ‘mama’ first but nope. it wasn’t like it actually hurt your feelings, your daughter had days where you were the favourite parent and it made you tear up when she finally did say ‘mama’ for the first time.

Joe and Florence had only been sat in the kid pool for thirty minutes before his back started hurting but the look on his daughters face made it all worth it. other than you, Florence was the best thing to ever happen to him. before her, he didn’t really care about being a dad. it wasn’t something he had ever thought about. but that sunny Friday afternoon, the day you told him, showed him the positive test, he never thought he could love someone as much as he loved her.

“dada” Florence said as she looked up at him and lifted up a purple octopus for him to take. “oh thank you angel” he took the toy from her small hand. Joe watched Florence with the softest smile, she was the most adorable thing ever and he couldn’t get over the fact that you guys had made something so beautiful. Florence paused playing with her toys and yawned. Joe knew exactly what that meant, she only yawned when she needed a nap, it sounded odd because everyone yawns but the little eye rub after her yawn made it obvious. she was tired.

after waking up early (6:37am to be exact but who was checking? definitely not Joe) eating breakfast and all this playing in the pool, the girl had worn herself out. “come on sweetheart, you look like you’re about to fall asleep” Joe said as he stood up, picking up her few toys and shoving them in her pockets and then bending down to pick her up. she had her small arms lifted in the air, her eyes squinting as she looked up at Joe.

he picked her up and made his way back over to you. you where laying on the sun lounger now reading a book with your airpods in. you noticed Joe walking back with Florence hugging him tightly. you took one airpod out and smiled at the two of them. “you okay?” you asked, sitting up. Joe picked up the towel that was on his sun lounger and wrapped it around both him and Florence. “yeah, she just got tired. i mean, it’s around the time she usually has a nap isn’t it?” you looked at the time in your phone and nodded. “yeah, she’s actually stayed awake a lot longer then i thought she would”

Joe sat laid down on the sun lounger, making sure Florence was comfortable before he started running his hand up and down her back and through her hair. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her breathing slowed and she was completely relaxed against him so you went back to your book, letting the two of them have their moment.

it was about 10 minutes after Joe and Florence had sat down and the soft snores was the only thing you could hear from the two of them, it didn’t take long for Joe to fall asleep. he was just as tired as Florence was. you turned your attention to the two of them and felt your heart melt. your two favourite people in your company were the moments you treasured the most.

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“come on Joe i know it takes ten hours to do your hair but we are gonna be late” you said jokingly as you picked up Florence who was dressed in a white dress with the cutest sandals you’d ever seen, it was the last night in Italy before you went home tomorrow night and you wanted to do something special for Joe. he had planned this whole trip for you, knowing you needed a break from your town and the paparazzi (it’s not like you hit a break from that because they followed you everywhere!).

he needed to be appreciated just as much as he appreciated you and sometimes you struggled to do that with Florence. you weren’t saying that you didn’t love being a mum because you did, however sometimes you and Joe hardly spoke to each other because you were so focused on her.

“i’m coming honey, sorry” he came out of the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled, per usual, and he was wearing a comfortable but smart outfit. black jeans, blue t-shirt, let’s just say he looked perfect. he sat on the bed and put on his trainers and started doing the laces up, he stood up and kissed you on the cheek “you look beautiful baby” you smiled and thanked him with a a passionate kiss.

“and look at my angel” he took Florence out of your arms gently “you look perfect my sweet girl” he kissed her cheek a few times which made her squeal and hide her face in his neck. “right, let’s go, we can’t be late for whatever your mama’s planned can we?” you had seen a a popular restaurant all over social media which about fifteen minute walk from the hotel you were staying at which you also remembered was Joe’s favourite. he had been to Italy a few times and had always gone there with his friends and you had told him a few months ago when planning this trip that you couldn’t get a reservation which he was actually a little upset about. you and him hadn’t ever been there together and he wanted to take you there because he knew you’d love it. it was a surprise for him that you actually did get one. it wasn’t the best surprise out there but you knew it would mean something to him.

as the two of you walked hand in hand, Joe had Florence on his shoulders laughing as her dad played around with her. after about twenty minutes (due to Joe messing about) you guys approached the small town where the restaurant was and Joe’s eyes lit up, he could see the restaurant sign and turned his head to look at you.

“are we going in there?” he squeezed your hand slightly as his body filled with excitement. “yeah, i got us a reservation and wanted to surprise you. it’s not a huge thing but i knew you would like it” his heart melted, that’s one thing he loved most about you. always remembering the little things he had said and trying your best to get those things sorted. he had said about going here ages ago and honestly he had forgotten about it but you, you didn’t and you made sure you got one.

“aww honey, that’s so sweet of you” he let go of your hand and pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. he kissed your cheek softly as the two of you continued walking towards the busy looking restaurant.

once sat inside the restaurant you sat opposite Joe with Florence in a high chair at the end next to both of you. she was babbling away in her own little language. Joe replied to everything she said as if he knew what she was saying but it made her happy, she had a smile on her face showing her four small teeth. “last night in Italy. is it bad that i want to live here forever?” Joe said as he turned his attention back to you.

you shook your head “no, it’s beautiful here” you smiled, if you could move to Italy you would, the houses were beautiful, the people were lovely, the views were gorgeous, so what was stopping you?. “maybe we could move here. i mean, not now obviously but sometime in the future we could” Joe said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“also just changing the subject, i really appreciate you doing this for us” he started but you rolled your eyes jokingly “Joe, all i did was make a reservation it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed but he took ahold of your hand and looked at you “it is to me. you went out if your way to get us in here and that’s just a small piece of what you do for us. you take care of flo when i’m away working which fucking kills me but you keep it together, make sure she’s okay and even make sure i’m okay and i’m not even there before you make sure you’re alright yourself. when we are at home together the only time we see each other is when we are in bed and at that point one of us is usually asleep. i know you miss up our date nights and even just being together in general” he was stroking your hand gently as he spoke.

“this vacation has been the best thing for us because we’ve actually spent time together which we rarely do. we have completely different schedules so i know it’s hard but after this movie is over i’m taking a break and i’m going to focus on you and flo. you’re my main priority and i need to spend time with you.” he kissed your hand and smiled.

“we do need to spend more time together and i do miss our dates, they were my favourite” his smile softened and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “i know, so that’s what we are doing. i’ll get someone to look after Florence and we will do something together” with happy your heart melting you leaned over the table enough to kiss him. you could feel him smile into the kiss which you always loved him doing, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“i love you” you said as you pulled away to sit back down “i love you more” you felt your cheeks heat up. you heard a small whine from the little lady who was sat next to you which made you both turn to look at her. she had the smallest frown on her face which made both you a Joe laugh “and we couldn’t forget our favourite girl” he said pulling her out of her high chair and placing her on his lap, smothering her with small kisses which made her giggle, making your heart melt at the sight. your favourite people in the world.

[darlingsfandom]

Hi again I was wondering when you have a chance if you could do a Joe Keery x reader pregnancy journey from when reader finds out she's pregnant and telling joe in a cute way, telling their friends and family, then an intimate gender reveal then reader's bump starting to show and joe being even more affectionate/touchy (rubbing and talking/singing to reader's bump) then getting nursery ready then the birth and joe is very emotional and does skin to skin contact with their baby super domestic fluffy and taking baby home (also joe writes a song about reader and their baby) 🤍

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not proofread.

It was no secret that you and Joe wanted to start a family. The two of you waited about three months after the honeymoon to start trying for a baby that way there was time to things settled. It took a little bit of time and multiple tries before you finally got pregnant, not that you were complaining though because Joe was the best partner you’ve had.

When you found out you were pregnant Joe was off at the studio so you had to come up with a surprise. You didn’t want to just text him or call him because this was something both of you had been looking forward to! That night he came home exhausted but when he seen you standing there with a blank look on your face he was a bit concerned. You held out your hand and he took it to follow you into the spare room. When he looked around he found a tiny pair of shoes that matched his that were sitting side by side in the middle of the room. The light bulb went off is Joes head before he looked at you with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. He was over the moon to be a father!

Your pregnancy was back and forth. The morning sickness, swollen feet and back pain drove you mad, but the fact you were carrying the baby you and Joe made was worth it. Joe took you to all the classes, bought the weird snack combos you craved and helped you decorate the nursery. It took over three hours of going back and forth on a theme but the two of you decided on a bohemian theme. Joe even drew some of his own art on the wall by the window so it felt more personal.

When it came time for the baby shower and gift registry Joe was on it with you. He was getting to point he didn’t want you to lift a finger, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. It was a beautiful shower over all and all your friends and family showed up. Almost everything on the registry was bought and of course Joe was on buying what wasn’t gifted because he wanted everything to be perfect.

You were due to have the baby around Halloween, but the baby had a different idea. You were in bed with Joe watching a movie when your stomach started to feel uneasy. You brushed it off as the terrible gas you��ve been experiencing but when it wouldn’t go away you looked at Joe with a concerned expression. He got you out of bed and grabbed the go bag as a just in case. Your water hadn’t broken and when the two of you made it to the hospital it was confirmed that your baby was on the way, just a few days early of the due date.

After nineteen hours in labor, after all the crying, screaming and pain you were in the final stage of giving birth. Joe had went down to the gift shop and bought you some flowers and two matching bears for you and the baby. He came back just in time as you were pushing the baby out. At first Joe was watching you push out the baby but then he got a little woozy so he came back to you and held your hand as you did your deep breathing. The room went silent for a split second until the sound of the baby crying filled your ears.

The nurse came back with your baby wrapped in a little pink blanket. She was beautiful. She had some dark hair and Joes nose for sure. She was a solid seven pounds and six ounces. You looked at Joe to see him with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. He leaned down to kiss you and the top of the baby’s head. This was a dream come true for the both of you.

[stevesgother]

Chalkboard Hearts - S.H

Pairing - KindergartenTeacher!Steve Harrington x Fem!Mom!Reader

WC - 4.3k

Contains - strangers to friends to lovers, slowburn, so much fluff, teacher!steve and mom!reader. No descriptions are given of reader or abbey, other than that abbey has curly hair, steve and reader are the same age (about 24-25), set early-mid 90's

AN - i don’t write for kids often so i hope this reads well and is realistic. i don’t have a clear end for this series in mind, so i’m gonna keep writing it for as long as y’all want it :) feel free to send requests for blurbs for this AU if you so wish and as always, thank you - emma

“Moooooom,”

You hear a tiny voice whisper in your ear. Most mornings started this way, if not all of them. Whoever said getting children out of bed in the morning was difficult had clearly never met Abbey. Every day you peeled your tired eyes open to see the miniature version of them staring back at you, the only difference being they were much wider, and lacking the distinct fog of leftover sleep.

Today her hair was sticking up in all different directions; frizzy curls here and tangled knots there. Your daughter takes after you in many ways, one being that she’s an active sleeper and it shows when she wakes up. Her bed was always disheveled; embroidered blankets strewn across her bedroom floor and little red lines indented in her cheeks where they had been smushed against her pillow.

“Mornin’ Ab,” you say, voice gravelly with disuse. “Have you made your bed yet?” you eye her suspiciously.

You know she hasn’t and she confirms as much when she spins on her heel and dashes for her room down the hall. Truthfully, you couldn’t care less if her bed was made or not, it was merely a guise to buy you a few extra minutes of peace and quiet each morning.

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When she doesn’t reappear, you assume she’s gotten distracted and decide to make your way downstairs to scrounge for something to eat. You never ate breakfast before you had Abbey; either for lack of time or because the smell of food so early in the morning made you nauseous. Eating three meals a day was just one bullet point on the long, running list of changes in your routine since becoming a mother.

Two bowls of Frosted Flakes were set out on the table after deciding there was no time for anything more nutritious.

“Abbey!” You call, “Breakfast!” 

You hear the sounds of sniffling and small feet padding on hardwood as she enters the kitchen– pouting. You try not to gape at the utter monstrosity of an outfit she's put on. She whines, “I don’t know what I want to wear!”

You sense a meltdown coming already, on today of all days. Pre-school was easy, as Abbey was a fairly agreeable kid. Or at least she used to be. Lately it felt like you had to battle her about anything and everything. 

“You look so beautiful, Ab!” you reassure her, attempting to deescalate the impending tantrum. She has on pink corduroy pants and a frilly forest green blouse. For accessories she’s sporting a chunky plastic necklace that definitely came with a dress-up kit, along with a tutu. You have no idea where the tutu came from.

Eventually she decides not to fight you, at least not on her outfit. However, as she climbs into the kitchen chair, she scowls down at the soggy cereal in front of her and asks in the most darling tone she can muster,

“Can I have Scooby fruit snacks instead?”

“How about I pack some in your lunchbox today and you can eat them at snack time?” you try to barter.

Sneaking a glance at the clock, it mocks you with its unforgiving hands– you’re going to be late and your daughter will have skipped supposedly the most important meal of the day. Some mother you are.

“But I want them right now!” Her petite fists bang against the wooden table and she’s a heap of dramatics wriggling in her chair.

“Hey, what did we talk about? Yelling is not nice, even when we’re frustrated. Right?” She acknowledges you with a teary nod along with more crying and petulant moaning that can be heard as you run to the bathroom and grab a hairbrush with two bows. When you return, she’s still moping over her breakfast, but taking bites nonetheless. A win is a win.

You begin detangling the mess of knots and snarls at the back of her head. “Ouch, Mommy!” she cries when you try to comb through a particularly tangled section.

You place one of your hands over the crown of her head like a claw in a poor attempt at keeping her from squirming, “The more you move the longer it takes, sweetheart,” 

“Hmph.” she pouts, folding her arms over her chest. When all is said and done, your daughter has her hair parted and tied into two high pigtails, secured with little pink bows, and you’re rushing her out of the front door with haste.

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In all the hubbub, you realize you’ve barely gotten yourself ready. Reaching over to buckle Abbey into her carseat, she asks,

“When can I sit up front with you?”

“When you’re this many,” You hold out both your hands to display all ten fingers.

She mimics you with her own smaller fingers, “Ten?”

“That’s right!” You smack a kiss on the crown of her head as you pull back, she smells like her strawberry scented shampoo.

“Watch your feetsies,” you warn and she tucks her legs unnecessarily far into her chest as you close the door. 

The ride is filled with the usual nonsensical ramblings of a five-year-old. She beams back at you through the rearview mirror, eyes sparkling and nodding fervently when you ask if she’s excited to make some new friends today. Your social butterfly, the complete antithesis of you. 

The elementary school is only a few miles from your home, and before you know it you’re circling a crowded parking lot and preparing to drop your only child off for her first day of kindergarten. The rush of emotions you feel are indecipherable, something like a mix of somberness, excitement, relief, and anxiety.

As you walk towards the front of the building, you’re surrounded by dozens of kids aged five through twelve greeting their teachers and saying ‘Hello’ to friends they haven’t seen all summer. The teachers are holding laminated signs that indicate their name and what grade they teach; thank God for that. Abbey’s little fist squeezes around your index finger and you can tell she’s becoming nervous, despite her previous unbridled anticipation.

“Hey, it’s okay,” You assure, “Look, I think that’s your teacher right there,” you point towards a tall, brunette man standing near the double doors.

A shy smile tugs at the corners of her lips when she sees the teacher in question. He’s dressed in a striped button-down shirt and khakis, with a lanyard dangling from his front pocket; the typical teacher attire.The sign he’s holding reads, ‘Mr. Harrington’ and just below that, ‘Kindergarten’ with a little cartoon apple printed next to his name. He looks young compared to the rest of the staff, closer to your own age. This must be his first year teaching.

As you approach him, Abbey treks in front, eager to meet him. Her backpack is adorned with sparkly butterflies and it covers nearly her entire torso; bumping the backs of her knees with every step she takes.

The man crouches down to her level and greets her, “Hey there,” he offers a warm smile, “what’s your name?”

“Abbey,” she says timidly, twiddling her fingers and flashing a toothy grin at him. She doesn’t bother with her last name, honestly you’re not positive that she even knows it.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Abbey,” he holds a gentle hand out for her to shake and she does so hesitantly, “My name’s Mr. Harrington, and I’m going to be your teacher this year. How does that sound?” The way he’s so patient and attentive with her stirs something within you that you haven’t felt in years, but he’s a teacher, for goodness sake. He looks up then, locking eyes with you and rising back to his full height.

This time, it’s your turn to shake his hand. “I’m Steve.”  He flashes you a smile directly out of a Colgate ad and you hope you’re not blushing as much as you feel like you are.

You must look nervous because he immediately assures you that Abbey’s in good hands this year. “We’re having an open house tonight, I hope to see you both there,”

You glance at your daughter, “What’d you think, Ab? That sound fun?”

“Yes!” She squeals and almost falls over from the weight of her backpack.

“Okay then,” With that, you crouch down to give Abbey one final hug. It’s clear that she’s itching to go socialize with the other kids, so you try not to delay her with your sappiness.

“Be good today, okay?” you give her a tight squeeze and a smacking kiss on her little cheek, “I’ll be back to get you at two-forty-five.”

“What will the clock say?” She asks inquisitively. Her favorite question.

“It’ll say ‘two-four-five’,” She nods in understanding, “But I bet you’ll be having so much fun that you won’t even remember to look.”

She’s already on her way to the door when she calls, “Love you, mommy!” and blows you a kiss with her lips puckered. You blow her one back and fight the tears threatening to surface. When did she get so big?

A pang of insecurity settles in your chest when you chance a look around and see all the children accompanied by two parents. You begin the walk back to your sedan before the thought has a chance to fester.

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Six hours goes by alarmingly fast when it’s spent running around your house in a frenzy, trying to catch up on all the cleaning you aren’t able to do when there’s a rampant five-year-old on the loose, making a brand new mess where you just cleaned an old one.

Before you can even register the time has passed, it's two o’clock and you need to pick Abbey up in a mere forty five minutes. Looking around your house, you feel satisfied with the progress you were able to make on tidying and call it a day.

This time, you decide to try and appear more presentable before visiting the school, and firmly remind yourself that it has nothing to do with how flustered your daughter’s kindergarten teacher makes you. By the time you’re dressed and have pulled your hair up into a halfway decent top knot; it’s time to go.

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The line for pickup wraps around the front of the building, aided by crossing guards and supervised by a few teachers. Twenty minutes into waiting, you regret not having gotten here a little sooner. ‘Tomorrow’ you think. Soon, you catch sight of two little pigtails bobbing up and down as your Abbey skips over to you, grinning ear to ear while Steve watches from the doors she just exited.

“Mommy!” she shouts as she bounds towards you. You place the car in park and run around to greet her.

“Hi, Bug!” you exclaim as you bend at the waist to pick her up. She gives you a tight squeeze around the neck, and you catch a split second of Steve’s gaze over her shoulder before he’s disappearing back inside the school

Plopping her as gently as possible into her carseat and fastening the straps over her chest, her mouth is already moving a mile a minute– absolutely ecstatic to tell you all about the activities she got up to while you were gone.

“What is ‘open house’ ?” she asks, kicking her feet like she can’t possibly contain all the excitement inside her little body.

“It’s just a chance for all the mommies and daddies to meet your teachers,” you explain, “And you get to show me around your new school, fun right?”

Her face lights up like a christmas tree at the prospect, “Are we gonna go?!”

“Yes, but first we have to eat dinner. What sounds good?”

Without missing a beat, she yells a little too loudly, “McDonalds!”

You want to say yes, of course you do, but your shifts at the ER barely cover the minimum of your living expenses. Your resolve begins to crumble, however, when she looks at you with those saucer-round eyes, and her bottom lip juts out in the most precious pout. Who knew she could be so harmlessly manipulative?

“I don’t know, Ab. I think we have some chicken nuggets in the freezer at home, though,” you say, with an air of hopefulness that she might accept the compromise.

“Not the same,” she whines, “Please, Mommy! I’ll be extra extra good please–”

And with that, it’s over.

“Okay! Okay, fine,” you feign annoyance through a smile, “We’ll stop on the way home,”

You can still hear her squeals of excitement when you close the door and walk around to the driver's seat.

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Abbey dresses a little more cohesively for the open house than she did this morning. This time she’s clad in a thrifted pair of overalls overtop a little purple blouse. She leads you, hand in hand, inside the school like she knows exactly where she’s going– despite only having spent six hours here.

Steve’s classroom looks exactly how you’d expect. The walls are a light, mint green and it’s as if a character from Sesame Street threw up all over it. Abbey leads you to a reading nook in the corner of the room, surrounded by books and complete with several bean bag chairs, and proclaims this is her favorite spot. She shows you where her desk is– right in the very front of the classroom– and on it, a laminated sticker with her first and last name sits neatly near the top. The walls are lined with colorful letters in alphabetical order, accompanied with numbers just underneath them.

“Abbey!” you hear a familiar voice call, “I’m glad you and your mom could make it!” turning to you then, “I’m actually not sure I ever caught your name,” he chuckles awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by the fact that he doesn’t know it yet.

“Oh, it’s–” and before you get the chance to tell him, Abbey pipes up and tells him your first and last name with a confidence that she certainly didn’t have when it came to her own introduction this morning. You’re relieved that she feels so comfortable around him already.

He repeats your name back to you and holds out his hand for you to shake, “It’s nice to meet you,” You pay no mind to the way your heart beats a little faster in its cage at the sound of your name on his lips. His palm is surprisingly soft when you grasp it in your own.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you grant him a polite smile, “Abbey could not stop talking about you on the way home,” you pinch her side, teasing, and she giggles in that contagious way that kids do.

“Is that so?” he feigns surprise when he looks at her.

“Nooo!” her giggles amplify as she becomes increasingly bashful.

He crouches down to meet her at eye-level, exactly like he did this morning, “Well, that’s a shame, because I think you might be one of my favorite students,”

Now, she’s a heap of laughter and has a blush spreading from the apple of her cheeks to the tips of her ears. You can’t help but feel enamored by how great he is with children, silently wondering if he comes from a big family, or if he has a child of his own.

“Did you introduce your mom to Nibbles?” he asks her when her laughing mostly subsides.

She gasps like she can’t believe she would’ve forgotten such a thing, then she hauls you by the arm over to a tiny cage on a table, presumably for an even tinier animal.

“Mommy, look! This is Nibbles,” She’s peering between the metal bars of the enclosure and encouraging you to do the same, when you lean in closer you see a small, tan gerbil sleeping in a little nest of bedding.

“He’s our friend and he helps us learn, so we have to be very careful with him,” she tells you with a sudden seriousness that's amusing to see displayed on such a young face. It’s obvious she’s parroting Steve.

You turn to see Steve observing from a few feet behind you, both hands shoved in his pockets, “I didn’t think teachers actually had class pets,” you breathe a huff of laughter.

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckles with you, “I brought him from home, actually. Figured he could use some socialization. With dozens of children.” he informs you sarcastically. God, he’s funny too.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you to be a hamster guy,” you tease.

“He’s a gerbil, first of all,”

“Right, sorry, my bad,” you smirk.

“No time for a dog, I guess,” he shrugs, “thought I could use the company,” he’s clearly still bantering, but there’s an underlying melancholy in his tone that you can’t quite place. Before you can think about it for longer than a second, an impatient five-year-old is tugging on your arm and begging to show you the library.

“Okay, alright,” you laugh, “better get to it, the library awaits,” you shoot him an apologetic look for having cut the conversation short. You feel less guilty, however, when you see more parents and children start to funnel into the classroom, busying him in yours and Abbey’s absence.

“See ya, “ he waves. 

“Bye, Mr. Harrington!” Abbey yells, already halfway down the hall. 

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In the library you have to shush Abbey several times, much to her dismay.

“We use our inside voices in the library, Ab,” you remind her for the fifth time. She frowns but it’s temporary when she spots her favorite section: the picture books. Abbey is ahead of a kindergarten reading level now, and it's one of her favorite hobbies, but you can still never go wrong with a good picture book.

You’re about to follow her when you hear someone call your name. 

You turn, “Stephanie?” you ask, puzzled.

“Oh my gosh! It’s been forever!” an old friend from your shared high school, Stephanie, pulls you into an unreciprocated bear hug. Squeezing and swaying back and forth for an awkward amount of time.

“Hey,” you draw out the last syllable and try to paint your voice with a nostalgic excitement, “How have you been?” you ask, even though you’re sure you’d rather be shot than continue this conversation.

You don’t know if you could really call Stephanie a ‘friend’, or if you ever could. The only reason she even knew your name being the shared, piranha-esq social circle you both ran in years ago. She reminded you of your past– who you used to be– someone who you’re not particularly proud of.

“Oh, I've been just fine!” She gestures wildly with manicured nails. Her lips are overlined and her hair is still damaged from bleaching and too many perms. Evidently, not a lot has changed. You ponder if she’s still the mean girl she always was underneath all that makeup, or if at some point in your adolescence she decided to mature.

“Todd and I just bought a house over on Maplewood, are you familiar?”

“Oh, no, not really– my daughter and I live across town,” You don’t like how ashamed you feel, “I’ve heard it’s beautiful over there, though,” you attempt to smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“That was your daughter?” She’s trying not to sound taken aback and failing, “With–?”

“Yes,” Your teeth grit ever so slightly. You hate that she won’t say his name, as if speaking it into existence would somehow break you. Like you’re fragile.

“I was terribly sorry to hear about what happened, Hon,” Her sudden sympathetic tone irritates you, whether it’s genuine or not. You don’t need pity, especially not from Stephanie Nettles.

“It’s okay, Steph, really,” losing patience by the second, nothing about it was okay. “It was a long time ago, Abbey and I are doing fine,” you assure her.

“Oh,” she fawns as she presses her bony hands against her chest above her heart, “Can I meet her? Would you mind?" Her tone is saccharine sweet. You figure it can’t hurt, but when you turn around to retrieve Abbey, she’s not where you left her. The spot on the rug that she was previously occupying is empty and her book is abandoned on the floor.

“Abbey?!” Calling a little too loudly for the setting you’re in but you can’t bring yourself to care. You search row after row, it’s not a big library, and after every shelf you’re expecting her to be there– browsing novels and you’ll feel silly for overreacting.

But that doesn’t happen, and you realize with mild panic that she definitely left the library; somehow without you noticing. You suppose this is the safest place for her to go missing, but the thought doesn’t soothe you for long as you still have no idea where your daughter could be.

Stephanie is staring at you with concern, but still making no effort to help you locate Abbey. You don’t speak and neither does she as you rush out of the room and begin to pace the halls, still calling out for her. You check the bathrooms by the gym, a couple of empty classrooms that aren’t locked– she’s not there either.

When you’ve checked every available room and potential hiding spot in the near vicinity and still see no trace of her, that’s when the real dread sets in. What if she’d wandered outside and been taken? Or worse, there had been an accident and she’s hurt? She could be miles from here by now, she could be–

“I think this might belong to you,” a mellow voice rings out.

Steve and Abbey walk leisurely towards you, hand in hand. A complete contrast to the frazzled mess of anxiety you are right now. You hurl yourself in their direction and wrap Abbey up in a hug, lifting her off her feet.

“Oh my God, Abbey,” normally you’d be fuming at her for wandering off like that when you know that she knows better, but you can’t feel anything other than relief in the moment.

“Found her on the swings,” Steve continues, “Isn’t that right?”

Your relief does eventually morph to frustration, “You know better, Abbey Jane. Don’t stray off like that again. Do you understand?”

She succumbs to her guilt and you can tell her short-lived freedom has lost its novelty. “I’m sorry, mommy,” her little eyes well with tears. “The other kids were going to the swings, I wanted to go,” she pouts.

“We could’ve gone, baby, but you have to ask first, okay?”

Her meek response is muffled in the crook of your neck, “Okay,”

She’s still sniffling into your shoulder when you remember Steve is there, and your surroundings come back into focus.

“Thank you for finding her, Steve–”

“--His name is Mr. Harrington, mom,” she corrects like she can’t believe you’d embarrass her like that by calling her teacher the wrong name.

“--Mr. Harrington,” you stifle a laugh for your daughter's sake, sending him a knowing look.

He returns the expression, “Anytime,” he smiles, sweet . “Think that's enough scaring your mom for today, huh?”

Instead of acknowledging with words, she simply nods her head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.

“I think someones getting sleepy, might be time to head home,” you drag a gentle hand down her back soothingly.

“Will you carry me?” she asks too adorably to say no, despite her being ever-so-slightly too big for it. Grunting as you pick her up, you say, “Thanks, again,”

“No need,” he ruffles Abbey’s head lightly as you pass, “See you tomorrow, right?”

“See you,” her eyelids are heavy already. You make your way back to the car slowly but surely, arms growing more numb with every step.

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Abbey manages to bargain a bath out of you and four books before bedtime instead of the usual two. How you ever say no to her, you’re not sure. By the time you finally tuck her in, it's well past nine o’clock.

“Did you have a good day today?” You ask as you bend down to kiss her forehead.

“Yes, Mr. Harrington is my favorite teacher,” she proclaims drowsily.

“He’s your only teacher, Ab,” You snicker.

“But he’s still my favorite,” she replies in the same cadence one would say ‘Duh’.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to go to sleep super fast tonight so you can see him sooner, right?”

You can practically see the lightbulb turn on above her head like she’s just had a groundbreaking revelation and nods fervently. You tuck her in tight on both sides, and give her a kiss on each of her cheeks and once more to her forehead for good measure.

“Love you, Abbey girl,” you tell her on your way out, “Goodnight,”

“Goodnight, mommy,” she says wearily from underneath her princess bedsheets.

The door closes with a soft click and you make your way to the living room. You never had the chance to ask Stephanie what she was doing at the school– from what you knew, she didn’t have any children. Perhaps she was a teacher. It didn’t matter as long as you didn’t have to interact with her again.

As you lounged on your old sectional, you couldn't help your mind wandering back to thoughts of Steve. You wanted to know more about him. Where he came from, what made him want to work with kids, why he needed a gerbil to keep him company. Distantly, you imagined what he was like outside of an elementary school setting. You hoped one day you’d find out.

He was Abbey’s teacher, sure, but what was the harm in a little crush?

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[cerise-angel]

+18 boyfriend!steve x fem!reader

steve's eyes follow every movement of your body, the soft bouncing of your boobs, and the way your mouth parts in a moan. its a little too much, and he closes his eyes, his fingers digging in the flesh of your hips, his own hips meeting yours halfway in a desperate attempt to finally reach his high. he is almost almost there, and he knows you are too. you bounce on top of him with more speed, less precision and he's gone. or almost. before the pure bliss of a shared orgasm can crash on you two, your legs give up, hurting too much to keep riding your boyfriend. steve's eyes shot open, a little mean, about to fuck up against you, until he sees the look in your face. ashamed and almost crying. "honey. honey what is it?" you fall out of his lap, rolling on your tummy, not being able to look him in the face. steve gets worried. "baby, baby please, whats wrong?" "did i hurt you?" "do you want to stop?" whimpering, you turn to face him, his hands cradling your face at the same moment. "my legs started to burn. cant keep up." you state, voice a little shaky. steve chuckles lightly, meanly, pulling you to lay on top of him. you kinda want to punch him. "poor baby, cant keep bouncing on my cock forever, huh?" you bite back a moan and a mean comment, since he pushed his throbbing cock inside you again. "its ok honey, i can do the work." he taunts you, hips bucking on yours. you moan and get up from his chest. "just like that baby, dont worry bout it." he sits up too, big hands pulling you against him, so your chests are pressed together. he nips at your mouth, eyes glued on yours. "let me do it for you." and you let him, hips fucking you up with purpose and speed. steve keeps kissing you. his hands squeeze your boobs, your hands grabbing his torso, his back, his shoulders. its not long before you turn into a moaning mess, and steve loves it. "cmon baby, bounce a little for me, yeah?" and you do, his hands helping you up and down at the length of his cock. steve's almost there, and so are you. "a little more cmon. wanna cum with you." he starts babbling and you speed up with him. you're getting him to cum even if your legs give up. "wanna cum with you. yes baby. just, fuck, just keep, keep up with me." when you cum with a high pitched moan, he cums right after, spjlling inside you, whimpering against your mouth. he lays dramatically back, pulling you to him. "cant keep up huh?" he says in a playful tone. "shut it harrington."

[amordixon]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃? ┆ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; after weeks of visiting the video store in the hopes of catching steve’s attention, it seems that your efforts weren’t entirely pointless.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; steve harrington x fem!reader , fluff , steve being oblivious and robin on her queen shit getting things done. 1.8k words .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; love me some ditzy nervous stevie <33

“y/n, hey!” robin waves the second you enter the small video store, the smell of freshly cleaned carpet and plastic invading your senses. you and the other girl were quick to become friends, getting on over your shared love for certain movies. "what are we in the mood for today?"

“i’m not sure, but... i do need to return this.” you smile, gesturing to the tape in your hand, and she bounds towards you, leaving behind her trolley of already returned tapes.

“follow me and i will get steve to take care of you… as always.” a roguish grin takes over her features, and she leads you towards the counter where steve was currently on the phone.

it was no secret to robin that you had been fawning over the boy for some time now, even going as far as to make extra trips to the store just to see him, but she swore with scouts honour that she wouldn’t tell him. it didn’t come as much of a shock to her though, most of the girls that came in just wanted to stare at him, but not you — you actually wanted to get to know him.

for weeks you had been trying to get his attention, trying to figure out if he was the least bit interested in you, but to no avail. sure, he would joke around and act flirty, but he did that with most of the girls that would come in. you were no different.

however, what you didn’t know was that every saturday afternoon, steve would purposely sit by the front counter just in the hopes that you would walk through the door. he would tell robin that it was his turn to take over the returns and man the phones, but she knew better than to believe him. he just wanted to make sure he was the one that got to serve you if, and when, you decided to come in, and every time that you did, he did.

as you approach the counter, you can’t help but admire steve as he’s visibly lost in the conversation he was having. he was certainly a sight for sore eyes. what with his chocolate locks brushed out of his face as a few loose strands fell across his forehead. he was wearing a sweater that was unbuttoned at the top, giving the smallest glimpse of his chest and the mound of hair that now grew upon it.

the phone was tucked between his ear and shoulder as he leaned over the counter, idly fiddling with a silver slinky. he was yet to look up at you, but you didn't mind, it gave you a few extra moments to admire him.

“oi, dingus!” robin pulls the cord far enough away to fly back and hit him in the face. “we have customers, you know?”

“robin, what the f-” he retorts, his face scrunching with annoyance, but the second he sees you standing beside her, he wastes no time in hanging up the phone.

he couldn't believe he had missed you walk in. he had been so distracted by dustin talking about his stupid club that he had completely zoned out.

“y/n, hey. what can, i, uh, d-do for you?” he smiles, but it falters for a ghost of a second, and he swallows hard.

ribin snickers, rolling her eyes as she walks away, “okay, that’s my cue to go take my lunch break.”

you chuckle softly at the girl, knowing well enough that she just wanted to leave the two of you alone. when you look back at the boy, he's already staring at you, and he stammers for a second, “just returning this for today.”

“fast times…” steve’s voice fades off as you place the tape on the counter and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“yeah... and don’t worry. i didn’t pause it at 53 minutes and 5 seconds.” you narrow your eyes at him slightly, referring to the inside joke robin had told you about, as a smirk plays on your lips, and you lean across the opposite side of the counter.

steve opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out other than an incoherent mumble as his mouth forms an 'o', before he says, "okay."

he continues to check the movie back into the system, his eyes grazing over you every few seconds as you gaze around the store. the sun was shining in through the front windows, illuminating your features as it danced across your skin. steve was at a loss as to how someone so beautiful could ever exist.

you truly were an enigma, and he so desperately wanted to be the one to figure you out.

the first time he saw you, you were standing in the third aisle, wearing a deep green sweater and browsing the horror section. he was intrigued by your choice of movies, bringing ‘a nightmare on elm street’ and ‘baby it’s you’ to the front counter. you were smiling, but it wasn’t animated like most of the girls he had to deal with.

you were the breath of fresh air in the tainted town of hawkins that he had been so desperately looking for.

“you're not hiring another movie today?” his brows pinch together with confusion. you’d never not choose another movie to take home.

you shake your no, “uh, no.”

he shakes his head, and says, “what? you’re not impressed with what we have in stock?."

“oh, no. it’s not that.”

“good. because i was a little worried we were losing one of our favourite customers for a second there.” the words come out so fast that steve doesn’t acknowledge what he had said until it was too late, and his eyes widen with realisation.

“favourite customer, huh?” you rest your chin in your hand and gaze up at the boy, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

you watch as he shuffles awkwardly on his feet and then laughs nervously, "yeah. robin! she, uh, she's really fond of you."

a small silence ensues as he continues checking in your movie, and your heart begins to thrum loudly in your ears. so loud that you were finding it hard to remain calm as you watched him type away on the computer.

was he being extra flirty, or were you just imagining it?

"alright, you are good to go," he turns back to you, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward. "though, there is one slight problem."

"yeah? and what’s that?"

"it's just... i can't have you leaving here empty handed, can i?" he cocks his head to the side, brows raised as a devilish grin dangled on the corner of his lips.

"well, then..." you heave a deep sigh, eyes fixed on him as you pull back a little. "what would you recommend?"

his face lights up, and he gleams at you, snapping his fingers as he backs away to head toward the shelves. he immediately starts rummaging through the array of videotapes in search of something he thought you would enjoy when he pulls out 'the breakfast club'.

scrunching up your nose, you shake your head, "seen it."

"yeah, you're right. super popular movie." he nods and returns to his search. his fingers hover over 'risky business' but the second he starts to pull it out, he puts it right back. "how about this?" he hands you a tape, your fingers just grazing one another's and the sudden contact takes you by surprise.

the already rapid beating of your heart fastens as your breath catches in your throat, and you quickly take the tape. pulling your eyes away, you scan over the video to see it was another you had seen and hand it back.

disappointed, he nods and places the video back on the shelf, but instead of returning to his search this time, he knocks his fist on the top of the shelf for a second and then exhales deeply. he was tired of constantly second-guessing himself, wondering if there was even a slight chance that you liked him too. it had been driving him crazy not knowing, and he was at his whits end.

"steve, are you okay?" you ask, apprehensive as to why he was suddenly acting a little weird now.

"i, uh, i just-" he gets cut off when something flies at his head and a grape falls to the floor in front of him. screwing up his face, he turns to see robin sticking her head over the shelf a couple of aisles away. "what the hell, robin?"

"would you please just stop wasting the girl's time and ask her out already!" she exclaims and shoves a couple of grapes into her mouth.

"robin!" he proclaims, his jaw tensing as he closes his eyes momentarily.

"what? i'm doing you a favour. she likes you too!"

"robin!" this time her name leaves your lips.

"oh my god, seriously the two of you are so oblivious it’s driving me crazy.” she groans, and throws another grape in your direction.

inhaling deeply, steve slowly turns back to you with softened eyes as your chest fell and rose with rapid breaths. he looked almost apologetic as he now met your gaze, and your body stiffened.

"is that true?" he asks with disbelief.

"i mean... yeah..." you shrug, removing your gaze to look at the ground, and when you look back up, his eyes are boring into you. "you really think i kept coming in here just to rent movies?"

steve lowers his head and scratches at the back of his neck nervously. he couldn't believe the words that had just fallen from your mouth. sure, he had hoped that you felt the same way about him, that he did you, but to have you stand before him and practically admit it, he was over the moon.

"really?" he asks softly, brows upturned with hope.

"yeah, really. i know that makes me a total loser, but-"

"no. no, it doesn't." he starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking as he does.

jutting your bottom lip out, you say, "then why are you laughing at me?"

"because you're so damn cute," his remark causes the air in your throat to catch once again, and he takes a step toward you.

though before he can get so much as a syllable out another grape hits him in the back of the head, "ask her out already!"

"can't you see that that's what i'm trying to do?" he lifts his arms in irritation, shaking his head, as he turns back to you once more. "let's try this again," he rolls his eyes. "would you... like to go out with me some time?"

you pause with bewilderment, a nervous smile causing your lip to quiver slightly before nodding, "j'd like that, but only if you promise no more movies!"

"deal."

[keeryhours]

is there someone else? - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x female! reader, some Eddie Munson x reader

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Summary:

When your friend with benefits, Eddie, ditches you, you take comfort in his roommate.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, spit, cumplay, Eddie making some suggestive comments, language, weed use

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N:

I kind of set this one up for a part 2, so let me know if you want one!

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College was supposed to be “the best days of your life”. At least, that’s what your parents always told you, and always reminded you every time you had something to complain about.

Instead of that, you had an overwhelming amount of coursework, a professor who hated you, three major projects due next week, and a fuckboy friend with benefits who would never like you back the same way you liked him.

Yeah, definitely the best days of your life.

“Hey, baby,” the very same fuckboy friend greeted you as you exited the main lecture hall, books piled in your arms. He approached you and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking along with you.

“What is it, Eddie?” You were blushing, because you knew being seen with Eddie like this made it obvious what the two of you got up to. It was Eddie, after all, he had a pretty well known reputation. You totally weren’t blushing because of the ridiculous crush you have on him.

“I was thinking you could come over tonight,” Eddie drawled, leaning against you casually as you walked across the campus grounds. He always had that casual cockiness about him, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his tight jeans hugged his long legs, or the little strip of skin you could see beneath his t-shirt when he raised his arms.

“Tonight?” You asked. “I was going to be working on one of my projects tonight.”

“Boring,” Eddie said, waving the idea off. “Wouldn’t you have a much better time in bed with me?”

You blushed deeper, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. “Eddie!”

“Well it’s the truth,” he said. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the evening with my face between your legs?”

“Eddie, stop,” you said, not sure if you could take much more blushing. “I’ll come over.”

“Perfect!” Eddie exclaimed, spinning you around by your shoulders so you were facing him. “You will not regret your decision, princess.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “See you at my dorm room at 8, yeah?”

“Sure,” you called after him, but he was already walking away. You cursed under your breath as you noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you, and you quickly hurried off back to your own dorm room.

You were no stranger to these late night hookups in Eddie’s dorm. His roommate was hardly ever there, even though they were apparently good friends. You got the impression the roommate was a bit of a ladies man himself. It seemed like he was always out on a date with someone.

You wondered if you should dress up - maybe this would be the night Eddie realized he had feelings for you, too? You pushed that thought from your head - if Eddie had feelings for you, he would have acted on them by now. This was nothing more than sex to him and you knew it.

Despite knowing you were being delusional, you dressed up anyway. You wore a brand new matching bra and panties set, white lace that hugged every curve of your body perfectly. You wore a little dress over top, then spent way too long in front of the mirror doing your hair and makeup.

When it was nearly 8, you left your dorm building, walking down the path to the men’s dorms. You climbed up the stairs to the top floor, heading down the hall to the familiar door. You knocked, even though Eddie had told you countless times you didn’t need to.

You waited. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing not Eddie, but his roommate Steve.

Steve looked surprised to see you. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk spread across his lips. “Well. I wasn’t expecting a beautiful girl at my door this evening.”

You found yourself blushing yet again. Steve was really cute, and you’d had very few interactions with him. “Hey Steve,” you finally said. “Is Eddie here?”

“Uh, not right now,” he said. “I’m not sure where he went. Do you want to come in and wait for him?”

“Yeah, that would be good.” You cautiously entered the dorm room, feeling nervous despite the amount of times you’d been in there. You’d never been alone with Steve before, and you weren’t sure what to do or say.

You took a seat on Eddie’s bed that sat across from Steve’s. The other boy collapsed onto his bed, going back to the movie he’d been watching on the small color TV sitting on a dresser. He was watching The Breakfast Club, a bowl of popcorn next to him on the bed.

You waited for Eddie. And waited. And waited. You were beginning to feel humiliated as you realized you’d been stood up. You were just standing to go back to your dorm when Steve’s voice stopped you.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” He asked. “I was about to watch Scarface next.”

You thought for a moment. You could go home and mope in your bed, or you could stay here and hang out with Steve. You knew which one sounded like more fun. Fuck Eddie.

“Sure,” you said, and Steve scooted over, making room next to him on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and climbed on next to him, pulling your short dress down over your thighs. You noticed Steve’s gaze lingering on your legs.

As you watched the movie, Steve moved closer to you. About halfway through he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you nearly giggled from the cheesiness of it - if it didn’t feel so nice.

Steve began rubbing circles over the exposed skin of your arm, his right hand moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin, you clenched your thighs together as you felt your clit throbbing at the idea of Steve moving his hand higher.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Steve whispered against your ear so quietly you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

You froze. “What?”

Steve chuckled before speaking louder this time. “I said, you’re really pretty.” He turned to look down at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Too pretty to get stood up by my idiot roommate.”

You blushed. You didn’t need to be reminded about how you’d been ditched tonight. Probably for some other girl. “Thanks.”

Steve laughed again, lightly. “Are you okay? Really?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I’m fine. Things between me and Eddie are just casual anyway. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Still,” Steve said, “he had the prettiest girl on campus here waiting for him, and he ditched you for something else? If he thinks any other girl is half as perfect as you, he’s even dumber than I thought.”

You giggled, covering your face with your hands. You felt like you knew deep down that Steve was just trying to flatter you and make you feel better, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

“So cute,” Steve remarked again. The movie had gone forgotten, Steve’s attention fully on you now. He placed a finger underneath your chin, turning you to face him.

You met his eyes, the way he was looking at you caught you by surprise. His expression wasn’t playful or joking. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can- what?”

Steve laughed again. “Can I kiss you?”

“I…” You tried to shake some sense back into your head. Here was this cute guy, asking to kiss you, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. “Yeah.”

Steve smiled, then he was leaning in slowly until his soft lips pressed against yours. You melted into the kiss, body forming against his as you rested your hand on his chest. He kissed you with an eager intensity, lips locking with yours before he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. You opened up for him and he slid his tongue inside, exploring your mouth.

His hand groped at your tits over your dress, before moving down to slide up your thighs. His hand rose up between your legs, cupping you over your core. You hoped he couldn’t tell how wet you had been already, but that hope was short lived.

“So wet for me already,” Steve hummed, trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “You wanted this?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, mind spinning as Steve started biting and sucking at your neck. His fingers trailed over your pussy over your panties, teasing you.

“Want me to touch you here?” He teased, pressing harder against your clit. You whined, causing Steve to smirk against your neck.

“Yes, please,” you begged, arching your back and pressing your hips harder against Steve’s hand. Steve chuckled again, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing over your clit.

“So wet,” he said as he trailed his fingers down to your hole, pressing one to your entrance. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

You nodded, a pathetic little whine leaving your lips. Steve was absolutely eating up every reaction he pulled from you, he had never been with someone so responsive, and he loved it. He pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you and you whined again, back arching against his headboard.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked as he pumped his finger in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit as he did.

“So good,” you moaned, and Steve smirked as he watched you, falling apart on nothing but one of his fingers. He couldn’t help imagining how you’d look on his cock.

He added a second finger, curling them up inside you. He watched you intently, but you didn’t have the space in your brain to be self conscious with the way he was pulling you apart with nothing but his hand. Even Eddie hadn’t been able to do this to you.

“Gonna cum?” He asked, feeling the way you began clenching around his fingers.

You nodded quickly, a weak “Uh huh,” being all you could offer him. Your hand shot up to grip onto his shoulder, your pitchy moans filling the small bedroom as your orgasm rose in your belly. “Steve-“

“That’s it, baby, say my name when you cum on my fingers,” he praised, face buried in your neck again. “Go on, baby girl, cum for me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and you threw your head back, pussy clenching around Steve’s fingers as you came. You called his name over and over again- “Steve, Steve, Steve!”- him having the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.

“Thaaat’s it,” he praised, working you through every high of your orgasm until your body collapsed back against the headboard and he removed his hand. You watched as he placed the fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. “Taste so good, too. I always knew you’d be sweet.”

You felt yourself blushing again, chest heaving as you watched him lick your wetness from his long fingers. Ones that had just been inside you. You were supposed to be here for Eddie, and it was his roommate who just gave you the best orgasm of your life with nothing but his hand.

Steve moved back in to kiss you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. There was something so filthy about it that had your clit throbbing between your legs again. You kissed him back more eagerly than before, your hands resting on his neck.

“Wanna get inside you,” Steve muttered against your lips. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You moaned, bucking your hips up against his thigh. “Please,” you managed to squeak out, the only thing your hazy brain could come up with.

“Yeah? You want that?” Steve was breathless, a hand moving down to palm himself over his jeans. You hadn’t noticed how insanely hard he had gotten while fingering you. “You want my cock?”

“Want it so bad,” you whined, moving your own hand to replace his. He was rock hard beneath the material of his pants, and you knew he had to be uncomfortable. You rubbed over his erection, Steve groaning into your neck. You undid his belt buckle and jeans.

“Fuck, yeah,” Steve muttered, hands pushing your dress up until it was over your head. He took in the sight of your matching lingerie, eyes widening. “Goddamn. Look at you.”

“You like it?” You asked shyly, but it was pretty obvious he did, very much.

“Did I mention Eddie is a fucking dumbass?” Steve’s hands roamed over your body in the lingerie, fingers trailing over the lace of your bra. “My gain. God, you’re stunning.”

Steve sat up, quickly pulling his own shirt over his head, his jeans undone and hard cock tenting his boxers as he moved back over your body. He kissed all over your stomach, your tits, your neck. His hands slid behind your back, expertly undoing your bra and dropping it to his floor.

“So fucking hot,” he said as he moved back to look over your body. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his long, thick cock, tip red and leaking precum. He stroked his cock as he looked down at you.

You leaned up, placing a small kitten lick against the tip of his cock, tasting the precum there. Steve groaned, hand moving to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around him and began sinking down. “Shit,” he hissed, fingers tangling into your hair.

You took as much of him into your mouth as you felt you could. Steve bucked his hips into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat until it was hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, sputtering as you pulled off of him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently. “Are you okay? I- I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I’m okay,” you said, laughing through watering eyes. “Was just a lot.”

Steve laughed lightly. “Yeah? It was a lot?”

You slapped at his thigh, making him laugh again. You liked the sound of his laugh. You wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper on your own this time. Steve groaned loudly as you took him all the way, drool dripping from around your lips and onto the bed below him, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck, look at you. Such a little slut.” Steve ran his fingers through your hair as he watched the way your mouth wrapped around his dick, loving the sight. He would be thinking about this moment, this vision, on many nights alone.

You licked along the underside of his cock as you sucked him, moaning around his length to send the vibrations around him. Steve moaned loudly at that, pulling on your hair. “Shit. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sucking me like that.”

You pulled off of him with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. His dick twitched at the sight, another low groan leaving his lips.

“Fuck. I have to have you, right now.” He flipped you over, causing you to squeal and giggle as you landed on your stomach on the bed. You felt Steve’s fingers beneath the waistband of your panties before he pulled them down your legs. He smacked your ass hard, watching the way it jiggled beneath his palm. God, he couldn’t get enough of you.

Steve gripped your hips, pulling them up so your back was arched for him. He stroked his cock a few times, then moments later he was sliding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness on his dick. He pressed his fat tip against your hole, and you gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Steve was big, you knew you’d need something to hold onto.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked, hands caressing down your sides gently. He admired your body from behind, before leaving another harsh slap on your ass. You jumped at the feeling, a quiet mixture between a gasp and a moan falling from your lips.

“I’m ready,” you told him, arching your back farther and pressing your hips back against him, desperate to feel him stretching you open.

“Needy little pussy,” Steve said, slapping your ass a third time. “I’ll give her what she wants, don’t worry baby.”

Steve started to slide into you, thick cock splitting you open as he pressed deeply inside. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him so perfectly, like your cunt was made for him. “Jesus. You have the perfect pussy, baby. I can’t believe Eddie missed out on this tonight.”

You gripped onto the pillow as Steve bottomed out behind you, balls pressed against your ass as he held his hips tightly against you. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, turning around to look at Steve. God, he looked so hot behind you like this, cock buried deep in your pussy.

“Don’t wanna cum yet,” he admitted with a breathless laugh. “You feel too good, baby.”

You giggled, moving your hips back against him. This time it was Steve’s turn to cry out, a pathetic sounding whimper unintentionally escaping from him. “Babe, please.”

You liked feeling like you had some power over him. You pushed your hips back again, hard, and moaned as his tip brushed against that spot deep inside you.

Steve groaned again, his grip on your hips tightening. “You’re being a brat right now, you know that?”

“Am I?” You giggled again, moving back and forth along his cock.

“Eddie never told me you were so bad,” Steve said, slapping your ass again so hard it left a bright red handprint on your skin. “Always took you for a good girl. But you’re not being very good for me right now, are you?”

“I can be good,” you promised him. “Just want you to fuck me.”

“Impatient,” he tsked. “You want to get fucked like a whore? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you begged. “Please, please fuck me like a whore. Wanna be your little cockslut.”

Steve moaned, finally, finally starting to move his hips. He began fucking into you quickly, his headboard slamming into the wall and definitely disturbing anyone on the other side. “Like this? Wanted to get fucked like this?”

You moaned desperately, the sounds you were making turning higher and higher as he pounded into you from behind. “Yes, Steve, fuck, please don’t stop!”

Steve pulled your hips back to meet every thrust. His long, usually immaculately styled hair hung over his face as he dropped his head forward, getting lost in the pleasure of you. “Pussy’s perfect baby. I can’t fucking believe how perfectly it fits around my cock. Wanna fuck this pussy every fucking day.”

You basked in the praise, his words sending chills down your spine. “S’good, Steve, your cock is so big, fucks me so good.”

Steve was grunting with every thrust, his own mind going hazy with lust as he struggled to stay present in the moment. He had never felt a pussy as good as yours, truly, he couldn’t believe that there was anything on earth Eddie could choose over fucking you. You were perfect. There was no other girl on campus who could even compare.

“Yeah? I’m fucking you good, baby?” Steve was breathless as he spoke, trying his hardest not to show how absolutely wrecked he was inside you. He’d never had a girl bring him to his knees like this, literally.

“So good,” you promised him, never wanting him to stop. You could feel another orgasm approaching, the angle he was fucking you bringing you more pleasure than you’d ever felt. “Gonna cum again.”

Steve huffed a laugh. “Gonna cum just from getting fucked?”

“Yeah,” you whined, pushing back against him again. With the added help every thrust was so deep, so intense. Steve was fucking you wildly, you never knew you’d like being fucked so animalistically the way he was, but you fucking loved everything about this.

“Go on and cum all over my cock then, slut,” he said, slapping your ass again. You cried out, which only egged him on more. “Cream all over my dick, baby.”

Steve leaned forward, grabbing your face around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. He pursed his lips and spit, landing on the side of your mouth. You gasped, eyes going wide - no one had ever done that to you before. He watched as you darted your tongue out, licking his spit away and swallowing it.

“Good fucking girl,” Steve praised, moving back and wrapping an arm around your middle to rub against your clit again. “Now, I need you to cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth dropped open as your second orgasm crashed through you, the most embarrassingly desperate moans falling endlessly from your very soul. Steve kept fucking you hard, riding through your high and beyond it.

“Fuck, yeah, gonna cum,” he groaned, hips snapping into yours even faster. “I’m so close, baby. Gonna cum in that little pussy.”

“Cum for me, Steve,” you moaned, thrusting back against him with every movement. Your head dropped down, face buried in the pillows to bury the sounds you were making as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Steve spilled into you, pumping his cum into you deeply as the hottest groans you’d ever heard from a man filled the room. His hands held you so tightly you could feel the bruises blooming on your hips.

“Shit,” he muttered as he pulled out, and you flipped over onto your back to see him. He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs for him. He could see his cum gently dripping from your spent cunt, and the sight had his dick twitching all over again.

He dipped between your legs and you gasped loudly as you felt his tongue on your sensitive pussy. Steve licked you clean, his tongue flicking over your bud before focusing on your hole and the cum escaping from you. The overstimulation sent you over the edge as a third orgasm ripped through your tired body, your hands pulling hard on Steve’s hair as you called his name again and again.

When he lifted from between your legs, you could see his cum on his tongue, smeared along the side of his mouth. He moved forward, pressing his lips to yours and licking against your own tongue as you tasted the mixture of yours and his release. He pushed his cum into your mouth, and you gladly licked it all from his tongue and lips, swallowing as you made eye contact.

“How do I taste?” He asked, that cocky smirk back on his face.

“So good,” you said, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.

Steve lay down on the bed next to you, pulling a cigarette from a pack on the bedside table and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, offering you one, but you declined.

“That was incredible,” you finally said, making Steve chuckle around the cigarette.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. He reached over and grabbed your hand with his free one. “I’d like to do this again sometime.”

“This specifically?” You weren’t sure you wanted or needed another friend with benefits. You wanted more for yourself than that. The last thing you needed was another fuckboy friend to catch feelings for and get hurt over.

“Not necessarily,” Steve laughed. “We could go out somewhere else. On a date, maybe.”

“A date?” You tried to hide the way your face lit up, but you couldn’t hide from Steve. “That would be nice.”

“Cool. I’ll give you a call then.” Steve smiled. “Not that that means you have to leave now.”

You stayed in bed, naked and talking with Steve. It turned out you actually had things in common, and he was easy to talk to. He also was good friends with Eddie, but clearly didn’t approve of the way he had ditched you tonight. But at least it led you to Steve.

You were in the middle of sharing a joint and watching another movie from Family Video when the sound of the lock turning startled you. You had time to quickly grab the sheets and hold them over your bare chest as the door opened and Eddie walked in.

“You’ll never believe the night I had man, I-“ Eddie stopped cold when he turned and saw you in bed with Steve. He said your name, confusion written across his face.

“Uh,” you said, not sure what to do. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey,” he said back awkwardly, looking between you and his friend. “Am I, uh, interrupting something?”

“Nah, we were just watching The Lost Boys,” Steve said, ever casual even though he was also still completely naked beneath the blankets, after having fucked his best friend’s FWB. “Welcome to join us, if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like to join,” Eddie teased, a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes dragged over your body. “Looks like fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where were you?”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you were supposed to be meeting me here at 8, remember?”

Realization dawned on Eddie then, and his jaw dropped open. “Shit, princess, I’m so sorry. Time got away from me. I was with the guys, we were working on a new song…”

You shook your head. “It’s whatever.”

A sly smile spread across Eddie’s lips. “You were upset.”

“Well yeah, you bailed on our plans, of course I was upset!” You were getting upset again now, not caring that your boobs would be on full display if you dropped the thin sheet.

“So upset you ran into the arms of my roommate?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You were speechless, and maybe you had been in the wrong, too. But it’s not like you and Eddie were exclusive, you could sleep with whoever you wanted.

“I’m not mad,” he said quickly, reaching a hand forward to rub your leg beneath the blanket. “I’m only upset I missed out.”

“Maybe next time,” Steve teased. “I’m sure she’d like that. She’s a real little slut, you never told me that.”

You blushed deeply as Eddie laughed, moving to stand next to you now as he gently caressed your face. “Yeah. She can be real naughty when she wants to be. Can’t you, princess?”

“Oh, she’s a filthy girl,” Steve contributed, moving to kiss at your neck again. “But she was so good for me.”

“She always is,” Eddie added. “Maybe you can show us how good you can be for us both, yeah?”

thank you for reading! let me know if you’re interested in a part 2 👀

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Tease

Steve Harrington x Reader

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: SMUT AHEAD! No use of Y/N. Pet names used. Reader has a vagina. Teasing. Oral (male receiving). Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 1.6K

His body is flushed and sweaty, chest heaving with every breath, sprawled out across the bed, boxers still on, hands cuffed above his head and securely attached to the headboard.

You chance a glance up to see his eyes screwed shut, face twisted in pleasure, pressed into his arm, teeth grazing his bicep to keep another whimper at bay while you're practically torturing him. You pause your current ministrations to truly look at him, cheeks and ears tinged pink along with his soft pouty lips, tousled brown locks sticking to his forehead.

You smirk at the mess you’ve made of him, blooms of maroon and dark purples along his neck and collar bones. There are faint teeth marks at the juncture of his throat where it meets his shoulder. A thin sheen of sweat mats down the hair across his chest, while his skin is glistening in the low light.

Beautiful. Your sweet, angelic boyfriend that lets you corrupt him like this.

He takes a shuddering breath, picking his head up, letting his gaze fall down to you when he realizes you’ve stopped. His honey hued irises a mere ring surrounding the inky black pupils blown wide with lust but the look on his face is soft, filled with a pure adoration.

His brow furrows slightly, lips parting, about to say something but you speak up.

“So pretty, Stevie.” You smile, lazy and saccharine. “Such a good boy for me.”

You watch the heat go to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, turning the pink to a slight shade of red at the praise as he lets out a small moan, closing his eyes as his head falls back against the pillow. For someone like Steve, who never seemed to get embarrassed you could easily fluster him with just a few simple words. Only you got to see him like this, the vulnerable side that let you take the lead and let him forget about the rest of the world.

You lean back down and mouth hot against cock, only the thin fabric separating you, already soaked through with your saliva and his precum as he almost growls, a deep rumble emanating from the back of his throat as his hips thrust up, searching for more. He's already so hard it’s starting to ache. You’ve been going at it for the last half hour and know he’s close to begging for relief at this point.

“Goddamnit baby.” He hisses through gritted teeth, bucking up again when your teeth lightly nip at him.

You hum, lips working over him still, before pulling back once more. “Do you think you've been good enough to cum for me Stevie?”

“God yes, please. Yes.” He whimpers out as your fingertips hook into his waistband, eyes meeting yours with a frenzied plea.

“Please… what baby?” You ask, voice dripping with sugar, taking the opportunity to tease him a little further.

“Please… let me cum…” He breathes out ragged and on edge, futilely pulling at the cuffs while you slowly pull his underwear down his legs as his cock is finally set free of its confinement. You hear the faintest moan as he melts back into the mattress.

The boxers are thrown somewhere across the room to join the rest of his clothing, but your eyes never leave him. His thick cock is resting toward his stomach, the tip an angry shade of red and leaking, making a mess of his happy trail. Leaning over, you plant a kiss to his hip as it kicks up, a thin thread of sticky spend right below his navel connecting back to his head.

“Honey… I… I can’t take all the teasing tonight. Please!” He begs and something in his voice lets you know he was telling the truth. He was too wound up.

“Shhh baby.” You coo. “Just relax. I've got you.”

Flattening your tongue, you carve a path up his hip bone, then across his stomach. His muscles tighten beneath you as he groans and writhes, still not reaching its intended target just yet, drawing it out a little more just to hear his breathy pleading.

“F—fuuuuuck honey…” He moans, as you grin, tongue flicking across his slippery tip.

“Mmmm… taste so good, Stevie.”

“Goddamn… yes.” He hisses, voice strained, as you wrap your hand around him, thumb swirling at his sensitive head catching and smearing his spend, spitting on his length to give you more to work with.

Schlick sounds fill the room along with his moans as your hand continues to work him up and down, up and down at a mere leisurely pace, giving him just enough to keep him satisfied but not enough to give him the relief he so desperately craves.

He whines as you pull your hand away and just for a moment, he thinks you're going to prolong his torture.

“Mouth or pussy?” You ask, another moan falling from his lips before he answers, voice hoarse and ragged, filled with need.

“P—pussy. Pussy! God, I need t’feel you.”

It was a silly question, really. You knew the answer before uttering it. He would rather cum in you, than waste it on a blowjob.

You start to clamber back up his body and situate yourself on his lap, trapping his cock between his stomach and your soaked folds.

It takes all of his will power not to drive his hips up into yours, letting you have control, as you line him up to your entrance. He watches you slowly sink down onto his throbbing cock. It was always a stretch, but you took him so well.

His eyes dart between your face and where the two of you were connected, as your own head falls back, hands splayed across his chest as you continued the slow, torturous task of taking him in, inch by inch, feeling every vein and ridge on the descent.

His face holds a mixture of both pain and pleasure, parted lips releasing a chorus of moans and whines as you spear yourself on his length.

“Mmmm… so big!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as his tip nudges your cervix letting you know you couldn't possibly take anymore, pausing briefly to catch your breath and ready yourself.

“That's it baby, takin’ me so fuckin' good.” He praises with a lopsided grin, making your pussy flutter around him with need, eliciting a hiss from him. “Fuck, m’not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“S'okay baby.” You breathe out as your hips start to move. “All about you tonight.”

He starts to protest, but he can already feel himself on the edge of a losing battle, nodding and closing his eyes.

You lean back, placing your hands behind you gripping his knees for leverage as you start to bounce. He can't help himself from thrusting in time to meet you, as you both set a steady rhythm.

He's hanging on by a thread, each time he disappears inside you, his lower stomach clenches a little more, his balls tightening up with his impending release.

“F—fuck honey, jus— just like that.” He rushes out, eyes fixed on your naked form, as his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt.

“Cum for me baby!” You cry out, and that's all it takes to push him over.

He thrusts once, twice, three times before he's spilling hot and heavy inside you, giving you every last drop that he has with a deep grunt. He stills his hips to let you ride him through it, his chest heaving from the exertion.

“Baby… baby…” He whimpers, still twitching inside you, your greedy pussy wanting more, slowing your hips to a lazy roll as you drape yourself back over him.

“Mmmm. Bet that felt so good.” Your lips find his neck, trailing up his jaw. He's practically boneless beneath you, still trying to catch his breath as your hips grind to a halt.

He hums in response, thoroughly spent, a shiver running through him. His eyes flutter open to see you staring back at him with hearts in your eyes before leaning over him to retrieve the key from the nightstand to unlock him.

The cuffs slip away with a small audible click, his arms falling to either side of his head as you begin to ease up from his lap, tossing the cuffs back into the drawer but he stops you by throwing his arms around your waist holding you firmly to him.

“Mmph, no. No.” He murmurs, pulling you chest to chest, feeling his cock stir once more. “Don't go.”

In one fluid motion, he grips your hip and maneuvers you onto your back, head hitting the pillow before you had time to process what was happening.

“Oh.” You giggle. “Not done yet?”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, hips pushing lazily back into yours when he becomes rigid once again, his cum leaking out from around his thick cock.

Whatever words you had die on your tongue, as all thoughts are pushed from your mind with each slow and steady roll of his hips.

He kisses up your neck, just under your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“It’s your turn, pretty girl. Gonna fill this pussy over and over again.” He kisses your cheek sweetly as if he didn't just let those filthy words escape, before his next thrust takes your breath away. “Hang on angel, we’ve got all night.”

[herstarburststories]

gator tillman hates your vibrator.

it's almost a personal offense to him. how come his girl has to rely on fucking devices to jerk off when she has him? he's the damn deputy, he's her man. to gator, it's a man's job to satisfy his woman, make her cum all over his cock, or get her needy cunt dripping on his fingers, or make out with her pussy like it's her goddamn mouth. tillman doesn't like thinking about you, desesperate for cock like the perfect cockslut he trained you to be, searching pleasure on a stupid vibrator.

truth to be told, gator despises the idea of you getting pleasure anywhere but him. perhaps that's on you for whispering that you were a virgin the first time he touched you. the fire set on his eyes, the stupid, retrograde thought that it made you utterly his. no one would ever know your taste, the sounds you made, how pretty you begged, how your pussy was tight and desperate to be filled up, how filled up you got when he said he'd make a cream pie out of that cunt — only gator tillman would know, only he could know how it felt to be your man.

"you aren't always here, gator," you'd try to reason with him, rolling your eyes. "most guys would use it to help them, y'know?"

the glare he gave you would haunt your sleep at night, and move your fingers too.

"most guys are weak pussies, dollface," gator groans, his eyes dark, jaw clenched. tillmans are many things, mostly had than good, but sharing isn't one of them. "they wouldn't know how to suck ya fuckin' pussy how ya like it. wouldn't know how to fuck ya, make you come on their cock. wouldn't know how to get you whimpering while ridin' their faces. wouldn't know how to get you desperate for dick like I do." he'd click his tongue on the roof of his mouth, looking you up and down. his hand would grab your hips possessively — and you wouldn't care if he's being toxic, if he's being irrational. you'd just want him to fuck it out of you.

"gator.." a whine, just like the deputy likes it. to sense the authority he has on you, how your usual outstanding and 'take no shit' behavior shifts into a submissive whore when he takes the hold.

"most guys wouldn't get to make you a cockslut like I did, darlin." gator shoots you a lopsided smirk, his eyes dripping hunger. there's a squeeze to your waist right before he slams you against the nearest wall, his bulge pressing on your body and making you whimper. "good girl, you're gonna call me when you wanna come. forget that fuckin' hell toy. i'm your man, and you're mine. only I get to make you come."

and just like that, you'd be gone. argument long forgotten as he'd spend the rest of the hour pounding you, abusing your clit, making you beg for him to let you come. your mind was out of the window, and so were your complaints gone when gator groaned that he'd fill you up, make good use of that pretty cunt. everything that wasn't gator tillman and his cock disappeared.

surprisingly, so did your vibrator.

insp by this. request gator tillman on the ask. ♡

[ash5monster01]

Stranger Things Masterlist

main masterlist

Steve Harrington

More Than You Know

Somebody’s Baby

Just The Way You Are

Speak Now

Mine

Not Just The Books 18+

Every Thought

Favorite Song

Sunday Morning

Pizza Mixup

Wrong Address

Not What I Expected

Not What I Expected Pt. 2

Aftercare

Perfect to Love series

Lifetime Tour series

Joe Keery

Unexpected Greetings

[ssweetleaf]

picknick date with stevie at lovers lake turns a litte smutty <3

thank youuu bby <3

SMUT 18+ below

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Such a nice evening, you thought.

A few simple touches, feeding each other little tidbits of food that Steve had so lovingly packed into a wicker basket— a soft, checkered blanket sat beneath you both, pink and white, matching prettily with the skirt you’d decided to wear.

And it was all so innocent, so lovely, until your precious Stevie picked up a gleaming cherry from its punnet, inching it slowly towards your mouth before pressing it against your lips.

The soft plush of your lips had his gaze flitting to your mouth, watching intently when your lips opened and puckered around the fruit, teeth piercing the flesh and taking a juicy bite.

It felt so slow. Intimate, you felt. Your lashes fluttering impishly when you gazed at him, a moment quickly turning into something hungry, even though your bellies were full.

Steve drew his hand back, the half bitten fruit staining his fingertips slightly, the pip showing out the middle— he watched you swallow, completely delirious, before swiping the cherry over your lips, staining them like his fingertips, leaving them glimmering and crimson-coloured, a good substitute for your favourite lipgloss, Steve had thought to himself.

His jeans tightened uncomfortably at the mere sight of you, his mind wandering to how lovely your pretty lips would look, stretched wide around his dick, staining his pale flesh with cherry juice and pooling his skin with drool.

“So pretty, honey,” he cooed, trailing his fingers against your lips, lightly grazing them against the seam while you opened your mouth up for him.

He smiled, eyes crinkling.

“So good,” he spoke, “didn’t even have to tell y’to open up, just knew what I wanted, huh?”

He pushed the pads of his fingers inside, pressing them against your tongue, and moaning softly at the way you suckled.

“My best girl.”

You whined at his praise, shuffling to your knees and letting him inch his two fingers deeper into your mouth, letting them just barely touch the back of your throat before pulling back— slowly thrusting them in and out, in and out.

“Gotta get a little practice in before you get the real thing, don’t ya, hon?” He cooed, watching you try to suppress a gag before letting it shudder over you, smiling sadistically at the way your throat clenched around his digits. “Know how difficult it is to fit my cock down your throat.”

[usedtobecooler]

gator tillman has you bent into a mating press, knees practically knocking your skull as he folds you in two, cock prodding you so deep with each relentless thrust you swear he’s in your damn guts.

“listen to ya, screamin’ and cryin’ for me like a good girl, eh?” gator grins from above you, the slaps of skin on skin practically drowning him out as he sinks into your tight heat over and over, “shit, m’i that good for ya, hon?”

“best fuck i ever had, daddy,” your voice cracks, pleading as the word tumbles from your mouth unexpectedly, but you’re so lost in the throes of it that you can’t find it in yourself to even feel embarrassed. you screw your eyes shut, a lump in your throat as you silently plead that he didn’t hear.

“holy— fuck, oh—“ gator’s voice is high pitched, pinched as he looks at you like he’s been wounded, thrusts shallowing as he furrows his brows momentarily, hands gripping desperately at your naked frame.

gator’s hips stutter, blunt fingernails digging into the fat of your thighs as he cums with a broken grunt. you watch in awe as his eyes roll into the back of his head, plump lips parting in a whiny moan as he rides out the last of his release.

you’d found what makes him tick. maybe before he even realised it himself, causing the unexpected reaction.

the next time, he’s prepared for what’s about to come out of your mouth, the way daddy rolls off of your tongue as he fucks you from behind, has you bent onto your elbows with your ass high in the air, face smushed into the pillow.

“that’s it, say it again,” gator groans, large, veiny hand slapping down on the meat of your ass as his hips punch forward, harder, faster, “what am i, hon? huh?”

“daddy, daddy, daddy,” you’re babbling, arching your back and keening into each rough thrust, desperate for more even as he splits you open, open, open.

gator runs his hand up the back of your skull, fingers splaying in your hair, gripping it tight to snap your head back, hard enough your neck pops with it. you’re letting out the filthiest, most disgusting noises, pleading at him with big, wet eyes.

“that’s right,” the grin is vicious, smug and satisfied, laced with sex and desire and the fiery passion in his eyes makes you fucking melt, “i’m your fuckin’ daddy.”

[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: 🤷🏼‍♀️😚

strangerthingsfan321: SO EXCITED

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 🙏🏼

djofan203: HELP WHY AM I CRYING🥹

ynfan012: joe you better not hurt our bby!

↳ djo: never 👎🏼

[darlingsfandom]

Joe Keery and reader recently married and are about to have their first baby.

Her name is Lola.

Thank you x

pure fluff xoxo✨

not proofread

It wasn’t long after tying the knot that you and Joe had got to work trying to make a baby. It took a few tries but neither of you were complaining about that. Before the two of you had even became the new Mr. & Mrs. Keery you had discussed how soon a baby would be in the picture and it was agreed that two months after the honeymoon the two of you would start trying.

Joe did everything in his power to make sure you would have his baby. He did the research on what positions would benefit you the most, what foods you needed along with what vitamins would help. He even tracked when you were ovulating because he wanted to help you every step of the way. Joe was your dream guy and you couldn’t be more thankful that he was yours because when the first couple of times didn’t work and you found yourself spending the days in bed, crying until snot was dripping down your face he was there to pull you back into reality and wouldn’t let you give up no matter how hard it was.

Finally when you found out you were pregnant with his baby the both of you cried until your eyes hurt. It had taken too many times to finally get pregnant and as joyous as you were , the anxiety swirled in your mind thinking the worst possible things but Joe soothed you. He was involved with everything from taking you to birthing classes to helping plan the baby shower because by that point your feet had swollen, back ached, boobs grew double in size and the cravings had you running to the bathroom since the baby wanted everything that hurt your stomach normally.

The closer you go to your due date the more Joe got on your nerves because it was just hormones that had you on edge. Everything pissed you off to the extreme and yet he never left. He didn’t get mad at you, he just let you be because he knew this wasn’t how you really felt. You wanted to be mad but the reality was sinking in that he’s your amazing husband who’s trying his best to support you and the baby.

When you were sitting in the chair at the studio while Joe was working on his newest single you had felt a little off and pushed it aside because now it was your turn to support him. Joe had kept checking on you to make sure you were okay and you’d give him a smile each time. It was while he was in the middle of recording that you stood up in a panic because you thought you had peed yourself which didn’t go unnoticed. Joe dropped what he was doing to be there for you and tried his best to stay calm as he rushed you out and to the car so the two of you could get to the hospital.

Twelve hours moved so slowly as you laid there in labor squeezing the sheets, crying and yelling as you birthed your baby girl. Joe held your hand which almost ended up broken with how hard you were squeezing it. He coached you through all of it like the two of you learned in class. When the sound of the baby crying filled your slightly plugged ears you collapsed against the sheets with a heavy sigh, eyes closed and half smile as Joe stood there with happy tears in his eyes.

“Any names?” The nurse asked handing over your baby in a little pink blanket.

“Lola May.” The both of you said with soft smiles as Lola rested in your arms as Joe kissed you softly.

This was only the start to your little family and neither of you could ask for anything better.