#joe keery x plus size reader

[ssweetleaf]

thinking about pretty boy steve and his plus size gf :( <3

He’d be so obsessed with you, using every waking moment with you to love and dote on you, pressing chaste kisses to your soft, squishy skin and leaving little glistening stains of his favourite strawberry chapstick.

He’d pay a lot of attention to your tummy— lathering the sweet flesh with his tongue and mouth, his hands trailing along your love handles, and all the little bits you didn’t entirely like about yourself— he’d love them, and he’d just hope that someday you’d feel the same way about your plushness. <3

Steve would drool over your tits, eyes bulging out of his skull at the sight of them, no matter how many times he’d lay eyes on them. He’d pay close attention to your sensitive nipples, suckling on the pebbled buds and grazing his teeth occasionally, revelling in your little whines and whimpers that fell from your pretty, pouty lips— his cock would rut just thinking about all of it.

And your thick thighs— so big and soft, perfect for biting and leaving little hickies, even more perfect for sliding his cock between, squishing your knees to your chest while fucking between your warm thighs, occasionally bumping your clit with inward thrusts, leaving you whining out for him.

Though, Stevie would only slide into your pussy, only let you cum once you agreed with him how absolutely beautiful you were. If not, he could always get a little mean…

[justmeinadaze]

Bite To Break The Skin (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: The more the days past the angstier this got. Please enjoy <3.

Warnings: Vampire Toxic Steddie X Human Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, dry humping, male masturbation, degrading (whore, slut, little brat, etc) loss of virginity, choking, light spanking, biting, mentions of blood, crying (due to pleasure) I think that's all. Oh and aftercare always.

ANGST, Both boys struggle with their change, Eddie is beaten up by jocks, Steve has a fight with someone in his store, Metalhead feeds from Y/N and puts her in the hospital (goes to visit, was an accident), Steve feeds from her after school in her car.

Main event is at her house, they scare her while she's home alone before they use her (their words), Y/N cuts Eddie's arm with a knife but it heals quickly, a bit of jealous steddie near the end. Lots of conflict through out the story within them about becoming "villains".

Word Count: 7808

Steddie Masterlist/ Donate to Me

Part 2 here

Your pencil moved effortlessly along the sketchpad as you watched Eddie Munson sleep soundly on his desk after finally finishing his test. Students threw grumbled paper balls his way but he didn’t once stir. 

You, like everyone else, knew of Eddie and everything that had happened in March of 86. The people in Hawkins wouldn’t allow him to forget it as they whispered words like murderer and killer as he passed by in the halls. 

Before all that though, you were aware of him only as the metalhead who seemed to show no fear as he stood atop tables yelling or screamed about mythical fights during his club meetings. You never showed anyone but you had so many drawings of his smiling face especially when he was laughing with the younger boys at his table. 

When schools finally reopened after the earthquake that shook the town, everyone was surprised (and angered) that he was allowed to try and finish his last semester so he could get his diploma. 

He remained to himself which didn’t surprise you after everything he went through but what killed you was seeing that spark you enjoyed within him seem now totally absent. Eddie’s long hair would constantly block his face as his head hung while he stalked from class to class. His arms remained folded to his chest and he tried to stay as close to the shadows as possible. 

A BMW would pick him up after school that you soon learned belonged to Steve Harrington. The windows of his car that used to be rolled down constantly were closed tight and tinted as dark as they could go. You had some sketches of the former jock from his time at Hawkins high; the way his lips pouted out when he was trying to study in the library, him smiling with Nancy as he danced at a party you snuck into with your friends, and your personal favorite, Steve in his Scoops Ahoy uniform. 

Now adays, even his energy seemed to shift to a sad, darker tone that broke your heart. 

You couldn’t help but wonder why The King and The Freak of Hawkins were now spending so much time together but you ignored those internal questions as you continued to focus on your own boring life. 

The bell rung aggressively causing Eddie to shoot up and rub his eyes with his large, ring covered palms before absently pushing all the loose paper off his leather jacket. 

His beautiful brown eyes briefly met yours and you quickly looked away, grabbing all your books and backpack before scurrying out the door. 

***

“What movie should we get?”, your friend asked as her fingers lightly crazed the VHS tapes on the shelf of the Family Video. 

“Doesn’t matter.”, you shrug absently. “Whatever makes your heart happy.”

Your friend giggles as she picks up a box and begins absently telling you something you couldn’t care less about as the sound of gruff voices caught your attention. Gradually moving towards the noise, you paused to hide behind one of the racks as you watched Steve talking with a customer. His entire demeanor was rigid as he stood up tall seeming to tower over the man you recognized as a former student. 

“Get the fuck away from me, Harrington. We both know a pussy like you won’t do anything.”

“Talk about my friends again and I’ll show what I’m capable of.”

“Friends? What friends? That murderer who killed Chrissy or the whore who left you for that freak Byers?”

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Steve pushes the boy into the wall so hard the VHSs in the case beside him fall loudly to the ground making you gasp in surprise. The pretty boy’s head tilts slightly in your direction but his eyes never leave the man in his grasp. 

“Ok, Steve, come on.”, a girl with an identical worker’s vest murmurs as she comes around to place her palm on his bicep. “Let him go.”

His chest rises and falls rapidly as his knuckles tighten before shoving the kid to the side where he falls to the floor by your feet. Your gaze shifts towards the wall and your eyes blink in surprise at the slight dent made within the concrete that wasn’t there prior. 

Steve glances in the same direction and as his eyes meet yours, you duck your head and back away to find your friend. 

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

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The sound of shouting and loud banging on the lockers down the hall from where you were sitting caused your head to snap to attention as your neck craned to find the source of the sound. 

Eddie’s forehead was leaning against the metal as his hand banged on it again before descending to the floor beneath him. 

“E-Excuse me? Are you alright?”

“Do I look fucking alright?”, he answered gruffly without opening his eyes to bother to see who he was speaking to. “I’m not in the mood to be spit on today so go the fuck away.”

“I…I’m not…I just wanted to make sure you’re ok. I can get you some water if you need it…”

When he finally bothers to look your way, every muscle within him freezes as he takes you in. You weren’t one of the popular kids and definitely didn’t seem to be a part of any clique he’d recognize judging from your exceptionally generic wardrobe. 

Your black jacket clung to your curvy form as if you were hoping it would shield you from everyone else around you. 

“I know you. We have a class together.”

“That’s right. I’m Y/N and you’re Eddie. Here, um, drink some of this. You look dehydrated.”

As you hand him your water bottle, his eyes never leave you as he absently chugs it back before coughing hard and throwing it down the hall. 

“Are you ok?! What happened?!”, you ask as you try to pat his back, pulling back abruptly when you feel how cold his skin is even through his shirt.

“Fuck! No…I’m…I’m—shit—I forget sometimes…I can’t…”, he coughs out as he gestures towards your bottle. 

“Munson! Where the fuck were you? I’ve been waiting—” Steve stops his rant when he realizes you’re standing next to his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. What the fuck are you doing here?! Are you following us?! Who are you?!”, he yells as he stomps forward, walking you backwards into the lockers behind you. 

“Steve she’s not…she goes to school here…”

Just as he had with the boy in the video store, his eyes remained on you but instead of doing the same, you searched his features realizing then that he seemed almost identical to Eddie in the since that he was shaking, sweating, and incredibly pale. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whimper. “He seemed sick and I was trying to help.”

Blinking, Steve took a step back as his head hung. 

“Stay away from us or else.”

Your jaw dropped at his threat, flabbergasted as you watched him grab his friend’s wrist and tug him out the door. 

***

Eddie wasn’t in class the following day and you couldn’t help but be worried. When you found him, he seemed incredibly ill and unlike everyone else in the town you wanted him to be ok. 

After school you thought maybe you could wait for him outside just to get visual confirmation he was ok without bothering him or being seen by Steve but as you took a step outside thunder banged loudly above you, barely covering the sound of laughter that echoed around the corner near the gym. 

“Yeah? Does it hurt, Munson?!”, someone shouted followed by the sound of a loud grunt in pain. “About as bad as you hurt Chrissy?!”

Rounding the corner, you found some of the kids you knew as basketball players for Hawkins High kicking and punching Eddie while he laid their bleeding on the gravel. 

Why wasn’t he fighting back?

“HEY!”, you screamed as another boy kicked him in the face right as the rain began to fall. “Stop that! You’ll kill him!”

Dropping your backpack, you ran forward surprised when the other kids ran off. 

“Eddie? Are you ok?!”

Just as you fell onto your knees, he pushed up onto his palms; his breathing heavy like Steve’s had been as you noticed his back rise and fall. The rain dampened his hair allowing it to hide his face from your view. 

“W-What can I do? Should I get Steve or—”

A loud growl cut you off as Eddie suddenly surged towards you knocking you onto your back and straddling your waist with his knees on either side as he held your arms down above you by the wrist. 

You still couldn’t see much of his face but you could swear you saw fangs as he flashed you a small smirk before lurching his lips towards your neck. Something sharp pierced your skin but your scream was muffled by the storm and his palm as you suddenly began to feel heavy. 

Feeling your body go limp, Eddie let you go but to his shock instead of fighting back, your fingers tangle in his hair as your other arm wrapped around his back to hug him tightly. 

All too quickly, he’s pulled off you and you vaguely see two figures through your hazy vision and hear deep grumbles of anger before the world goes black. 

*** 

Later that evening, you woke up in a hospital with your parents sobbing at your side. You told them and the doctor you couldn’t remember what happened which was partially true. You remembered protecting Eddie but then he pushed you down and…something stabbed your neck… it hurt at first but then…it didn’t…

The next couple of days were a blur as your body recuperated from whatever happened. You slept pretty much 24/7 with the doctors giving you some medicine to help. 

Your dreams were so vivid that you could swear they were real.

The first night, you thought you heard Steve Harrington beside your bed.

“I told you to stay away. Why didn’t you listen?” The hospital mattress beside you dipped and you felt a large palm pet your head. “Why did you help him? Why aren’t you like everyone else?”, he sighs. “He said your blood made him feel better. I…I don’t know if I can do that… I don’t know if I can…A part of me would rather die than hurt someone but…honey, I’m so…HUNGRY.”, Steve growled as he exhaled. 

The second evening, the smell of cigarette smoke had your eyes fluttering as you struggled to keep them open, vaguely seeing long hair and a leather jacket in the chair by your bed. 

“E-Eddie?”

“No, sweetheart. I’m not here. I need you to try and forget about me ok? I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you again.” After a while, you thought you had fully fallen back asleep but you still felt rough hands reach for yours to hold them in their grasp. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You have no idea what this is like. We’ve been trying for so long not to give into that need but…it’s like I couldn’t control it…You have no idea how bad I wanted to kill them…and then my stomach felt like it was on fire…

Even now…I want to…I can feel that pulse in your neck…Fuuuuuck…it’s so overwhelming.”

 Fingers lightly brush the bandage against your skin before you whine as its roughly removed. 

“I know…I know it hurts. Can I…Can I kiss it and make it better?” A deep sigh leaves your lips as your head turns towards the feeling of a mouth gently pressed against your skin. “You tasted so sweet, Y/N… You don’t know how good it felt to have you hold me.” At his whispered words, his tongue lightly darted out to touch your wound as his palm tenderly cupped your face but everything in him paused as you listened to silence. “Holy shit…I didn’t know…I didn’t know I could do that…”

The heat of his humid breath warmed your face before the muscle between his teeth licked along your throat to your cheek.

“Wow.”

That morning when you woke up the doctors were baffled that the puncture wounds on your neck were suddenly gone. No scar or cut of any kind and even your pain had subsided as if nothing had ever happened. 

A couple of days later, you were finally able to go back to school but you felt eyes on you constantly. 

Entering your first class, within your usual seat, you found your backpack and your sketchbook waiting for you. Blinking in shock, you glanced towards the man who was normally sullen with his head hanging low doing anything to avoid eye contact but today his gorgeous chocolate hues locked with yours as a smile painted his lips. 

Eddie had a bit more color in his face than he normally did and he seemed a lot less agitated.

Choosing not to address him, you took your seat and flipped through your book. The pages were a bit worn due to the rain it had been out in but what gave you pause was some of the red stains along a few of the pages that looked like fingerprints near the corners. 

Once you got to the last sketch you drew of Eddie slumped over in his desk, a pink colored rose that had been smooshed between the pages fell into your lap. Next to the image of him someone had written lyrics to a heavy metal song you very much recognized. 

“Screams and nightmares

Of a life I want

Can't see living this lie, no

A world I haunt

You've lost all control of my

Heart and soul

Satan holds my future

Watch it unfold.”

When you swiveled your head to look his way again, his smile had widened as he watched you go through your things, giving you a little shiver as he tossed a not-so-subtle wink your way. 

***

“Y/N, seriously, your work is phenomenal.”, your teacher praises as he walks you to the long-abandoned parking lot and hands you the painting you had displayed for your art club after school. 

During your time in the hospital, you still sketched absently (or so you thought) and when you finally made it back home painted what you drew. Everyone was amazed and slightly horrified at the image of you asleep in your bed with an angel holding your hand. The angel’s face was distorted as his head rested on his arm but his halo above was tilted, almost being replaced by horns that were obscured by his wavy long hair. 

Beside him was another boy who didn’t have a halo or horns but wings with feathers that were shedding and being replaced with what appeared to be bat wings. His head hung as his palm touched the angel’s shoulder and the light colors that surrounded them were slowly being invaded by red. 

“Thank you, Mr. Fox. I, um, I’m not sure where it came from but I had some really weird dreams.”, you giggle. 

“I can imagine after what you went through. I want you to consider submitting that to the gallery I mentioned!”, he calls after you as you continue to walk to your car. 

“Yes, sir.”

 Smiling, you watch him drive away before a sudden swish sound above you has you looking towards the sky. The night was clear and honestly quite beautiful as the stars began to paint the darkness. When your eyes tilted back down to earth they were met with a tall broad figure who was panting heavily as his hair blocked his own. 

“S-Steve?”

You gasped at the abrupt feeling of someone else behind you as their chest pushes you forward towards the other boy. 

“It’s ok, Steve, trust me. You’ll feel so much better.”, Eddie murmured seductively. “Can’t you feel it? The pulse of that vein her neck…her shallow breathing…the way she smells…fuck…better than any other high I’ve had, man.”

The former jocks head tilts as your forehead presses against his. 

“I warned you…”, he whispered before rushing towards you and promptly biting into the flesh of your neck.

You squeaked at the sudden action as your fingers immediately clamped down on the back of his head but as that now familiar draining feeling overtook you, the metalhead’s lips tenderly kissing down the other side of your throat had your eyes fluttering closed as a small moan escaped at the feeling. 

With his friend unwilling to let you go, Eddie opened your car door and helped guide you both into the backseat. Your legs were bent at the knee on either side of his lap while his fingers bruised into your waist holding you to him while his free hand cradled your head. 

It felt almost involuntary when your hips began to grind against his. There was a heat coursing through your veins down to your core that desperately needed to be satisfied and when the bulge in his jeans pressed against your center, you knew he felt it to. 

Your movements were sloppy as your body weakened and you began to feel dizzy but the grunts mixed in with the slurping sounds coming from Steve’s lips were enough motivation to keep you going. 

“Atta girl. Fuck, I told you, Harrington, you’d feel better.”, Eddie murmured with a strain in his voice. 

Somehow managing to open your heavy eyes, you could vaguely make out his head lulled back as he watched you and his friend move while stroking his cock at a now rapid pace. 

“Please…”, you whimper and at the sound, Steve grabs your hair and yanks it back allowing him a good look at your face. 

His eyes seemed so much clearer and most if not all of the color had returned to his face. 

“You have to help her. Run your—fuck—tongue along the bite.” Steve turned to glance towards his friend before focusing on your weak form. “Lick her clean.”

Your eyes practically rolled out of skull when his large tongue swept from the exposed skin on your chest up to your neck. Your own pace hastened as your pressed down against him and fell against his shoulder when you felt your body tremble as the coil snapped. 

His limbs circled around you tightly as his own hips took over till his breathing stuttered and you felt the dampness moisten his jeans. Eddie grunted at the sight, leaning against you both as you felt him shudder and his pants warm your skin. 

That following morning you jolted upright in bed, trying to catch your breath as you try to figure out where you were. You were still in the same clothes you left school in minus your shoes and socks. 

Had it all been a dream?

Pushing up onto your palms, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for your backpack that was placed by your bedroom door and your sketch book on your bedside table. 

Placed on top was another pink rose and when you flipped through the pages, you noticed more blood-stained fingerprints smeared along the pages. Touching your throat, you didn’t feel any wounds and for that you were thankful but when you changed out of your clothes, you noticed light purple bruising along your hips and upper back.

After running downstairs to grab some breakfast, you stopped when you noticed a note taped to the fridge. 

“Hey sweetie, 

Glad you got home alright. We were already in bed when you got in I guess so we weren’t able to tell you that your father and I will be out of town until Sunday. 

Food is in the white containers and if you need anything feel free to ask Mrs. Jenkins across the street. 

Love you,

Mom”

Noticing some imprints from a pen, you turned the paper over to find something written down in handwriting that definitely wasn’t your mothers. 

“I am the Antichrist

It's what I was meant to be

Your God left me behind

And set my soul to be free.”

Fuck… if what happened yesterday wasn’t a dream…then they know I’m going to be alone this weekend…

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Friday you skipped school entirely, staying up all night with a butcher knife in your hand, waiting for something that didn’t happen. Saturday you slept on and off throughout the day, jolting awake with every little sound within the house.

That night, you triple checked all the locks before deciding to take a bath to calm your nerves.

“I’m probably overreacting.”, you mumble as you climb into the warm water and allow your muscles to relax. 

As your eyes closed, you mind naturally wondered to the two men you had come into contract with more so within these couple of weeks than the past 4 years you had at school. Eddie and Steve were never mean or rude to you unlike the other student body could be on occasion. 

Steve’s reputation as a king followed him up until his senior year where he seemed much less…angry…than he had been before. You had many little random sketches here and there of the popular kids and looking back on one you did of him his junior year; he had been smiling but something seemed off about it. It wasn’t as natural as it seemed to be with Nancy Wheeler. 

The past four years, you had noticed so many bumps, bruises, and black eyes on his face making you fear for his safety at home but when you found out the Harringtons were never home, you didn’t know what to make of it. 

Eddie had always kept close to his Hellfire club which consisted of the people within his band so neither of you had any interactions if at all. You did see him play guitar once on stage and even had a drawing of it somewhere absolutely loving the way his face and body came to life. When everything with him happened, you never believed he did it. 

You heard through usual town gossip he had been found and was in the hospital for while with other kids including Steve. With the town now running a bit more smoothly you saw them more and more, always together and always dragging or sickly looking. 

Until last week when they…bit you…

Laughing to yourself, you rose to your feet and dried yourself off, wrapping the towel around your body as you ran to your bedroom to put on some shorts and a long sleeve shirt. 

Grabbing the brush by your stereo, you pressed play on the settings and waited for the radio to flow through. 

“Screams!

From a life I live

Torment

Is what I give”

You freeze, turning slowly to face the device as the song Eddie had been writing to you blares through. 

“Torture!

Is what I love

The downfall

Of heavens above.”

Rushing forward, you quickly turn it off with wide eyes before hearing a loud knock on your front door causing you to drop the brush in your hand. 

Hastily you grab the knife by your bed, holding it out for defense as you tiptoe down the stairs.

“W-Who is it?” 

No one answers.

“WHO IS IT!?”

The only response is another loud knock and shakily, you gather the strength to look through the peephole before an exasperated sigh leaves you and you open the barrier to find your neighbor on the other side. 

“Mrs. Jenkins, you scared me.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Did you ask who was there? You know how bad my hearing is. A downfall of getting older.”, she laughs. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I heard you were in the hospital last week and I told your mom I’d keep two eyes on you.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m fine. It was just…low blood sugar I think.”

“Oh? Your mom said you were cut or something.”

Flashing her your skin, you smile as you reply, “No…no cuts.”

“Well, good. Have you eaten?”

“Yes, ma’am and I just took a bath so I think I’m just going to relax.”

“Alright, sweetheart, if you need anything just give me a call.”

After reassuring her, you close and lock your front door, shaking your head at your own jittery nerves. 

The phone blares startling you and you scold yourself once more as you reach to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“I’m sorry…who is this?”

“Oh, don’t break my heart and tell me you don’t know my voice. You’ve spent so much time drawing me I guess you never took the time to listen to me speak.”

Your eyes widen as you grab your knife and hold it out into the air while taking a quick scan around the room. 

“Eddie?”

“Good girl. I actually like your work. Last night Steve and I found some of your other books. Are you just like obsessed or what?”

“I-I-I draw what I see.”

“Hm…so…are you telling me while you were in the hospital you saw horns and a halo on my head?”

“I don’t know what I saw. When I paint…I paint what I feel…I dreamt about you a lot…”

“You and I both know that wasn’t a dream, sweetheart. I didn’t know if you were dead and we just needed to make sure you weren’t. Or that you didn’t become what we are.”

“What are you?”, you whisper as the tears begin to fall and you hear him chuckle. 

“I used to be a good man but then this town took that all away. I died for them and they didn’t fucking care!” Eddie growled loudly at his last word, sounding like an animal untamed. “Steve found that out later after everyone abandoned us. They kept insisting we could be good. ‘Don’t drink blood. Don’t hurt anyone. We’ll find a way.’. Well, IIIII found a way…through you…

Y/N, you have no clue how weak I was when those dicks were kicking my ass. I was losing blood and I was starving… and then there you were…”

“Please, Eddie, don’t do this.”, you beg but he continues as if he didn’t hear. 

“Jesus and then you held me…fuck, baby. To have someone nicely touch me again… When I found out I didn’t kill you or turn you, I knew. We forever have an untapped resource.”

“Haven’t you hurt me enough!? Just leave me alone!”

“Did we hurt you, honey?”, Steve replied with mocking taking over the call. “Your pussy grinding against my cock says otherwise.”

“I…I didn’t…I…”

“Are you a virgin, Y/N? Have you ever done that with anyone else? Dry humped them with your body so fucking close but not really touching?”

“Fuck you!!”

“That’s a yes on the virgin, Ed. Good…I like them better when they aren’t spoiled.”, he laughed. 

“Fuck you! I’m…I’m not…”

“Oh, yeah? You’ve had your cunt played with till you’re begging them to stop? Fingers so deep, reaching places inside you your little fingers could never hope to reach? A cock so far down your throat that you gag and choke cause you can’t handle the size but you don’t pull away because the little whore in you is desperate to make your partner feel good?”

While he spoke his husky, breath filled words, you continued to look from left to right prepared for one of them to pop out at any moment. 

“You’ve had a thick, hard dick stretch your pussy till you feel him in your stomach, fucking you so hard you’ll be sore in the morning?”

“I…I…”

“Didn’t think so.”

The line suddenly went dead and you screamed as the power went out. Tears streaked your cheeks as you exited the kitchen, searching everywhere for any sign of them but finding nothing. Something loud crashed in your parent’s room down the hall and you ran so fast up the stairs, slamming and locking the door for good measure. 

On your bed you noticed the phone was off the hook beside your sketch book that was open. 

They had been up here while talking to you…

How long had they been in the house??

Movement on the other side of the door stops you as you listen to footsteps bang loudly up each and every single step before ceasing just outside in the hallway. Covering your mouth, you silence the whimper that wants to escape as you watch the doorknob slowly turn left to right but fail to open the door. 

Quiet falls around you but as you take a couple of steps towards it, your door shakes as if any moment it will break off its hinges. Running towards the window, you open it with the goal of sneaking down the pipe and running to the neighbors. 

“Going somewhere?”, Steve replied casually as you scream and fall to the floor. 

While he hovers outside, you take in his large gray and black wings that allows him to suspend in the air as he smiles widely your way to showcase a set of fangs that had your mouth dropping in horror.

Entering your room, his bare feet touch the carpet and his wings make a sharp fluttering noise as they retract into his back. As you back out of his way, Steve saunters towards your bedroom door and opens it to allow Eddie entry. 

Both men seemed a bit paler than the last time you saw them with that hollow ring around the metalheads eyes that told you he was a lot more worse for wear than his friend. 

“I’m fucking starving.”, he growled, taking a step towards you before hissing loudly as he falls theatrically against your dresser. The knife in your hand had gashed a deep cut into his forearm, trailing blood as it dripped from the wound. “God fucking damn it! Ugh! Still fucking hurts!”

“Don’t be a baby.”, Steve laughs, holding up his friend’s arm to show it now fully healed. 

“Doesn’t make it not hurt, dick. How about a I let her slash you with the sharp ass knife next time! Come here, you fucking brat.”

You absently swing the knife but hit nothing as Eddie takes hold of your wrist and forces your fingers open to drop the weapon before pushing you down to your knees. With a firm grip on your hair, you watch as he unbuckles his pants and shimmies them down to free his cock from its confinement. 

You barely have time to comprehend what’s happening as he shoves his length into your open mouth. 

“Oh my God.”, he groans through clenched teeth as his palms clutch either side of your head while he thrusts his hips. “That’s it…keep your tongue flat…Y-You can take it.”

Falling to his knees beside you, Steve delicately moves some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Was that the first time you’d ever cum, Y/N? On my lap in your car?” Your eyes squeeze shut as you gag around Eddie’s cock before pulling your hair to yank you back and allowing you to breathe. “It’s ok, honey. You’re doing so good for us.”, he softly coos as his friend pushes you back onto him and grunts as he fucks your face. 

A large hand slides under the waistband of your shorts and you push your head back against a ringed palm when a long finger grazes your clit. 

“No panties? Naughty girl. It’s like you knew we were coming for you. Are you not wearing a bra either?”

Without waiting for an answer, Eddie roughly tugged off your shirt and both men mewled at the sight. 

“Jesus, baby. Why were you hiding in the shadows all this time?”, Steve whispers, pressing his forehead against your temple and your breathing stutters as his finger breaches your entrance squeezing tightly around him. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We are the shadow now.”

The metalhead smiles wickedly and shoves your mouth onto him again. Your senses were completely overwhelmed as Eddie’s cock continually hit the back of your throat and you gaged while feeling the heat rise along your body as the other curved his finger inside of you. 

Prepared, Steve wrapped his arm around you and tilted back slightly to watch your face as his ring finger joined his middle. Your back pushed against him but he was much stronger than you as he held you in place. 

“Don’t run from it. We got you. Fuck, Y/N, my favorite thing about virgins is how tight you are. We are going to ruin you, little girl. Who do you want to actually take you? You drew Eddie the most…”

The metalhead fully released you from his grasp and backed away as he began to tug off his clothes. 

“I may be a bit gentler than he is though.”, Steve laughs as his fingers thrust faster inside of you making you whine as you fully fall into his chest. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to pound you into that fucking mattress. Oop…she liked that, Ed. Her pussy just clenched tighter around me.”

“Oh yeah? You like it rough to, sweetheart?”

The former jocks free hand pulled your hair as he gritted his teeth. 

“Answer him.”

“I…I can’t…I…”

“You better try!”

“I…I like…like it…mmm...rough.”

“Close enough.”, Steve scoffed as he abruptly removed his hand from between your legs and pushed you against the carpet. 

Without saying a word, Eddie lifts you off the floor, tossing you onto your bed as if you weighed nothing and effortlessly ripped your shorts in half before throwing them to the floor. 

“Oh my…God.”, you moan as his head dips between your thighs and his mouth envelopes your clit.

“Mmm…fuck! You taste so fucking good.”, the metalhead growls, leaning back to spit between your folds and uses his cock to stroke it everywhere he needs it to be. His fingers bruise your legs as he yanks you closer and brings one of them over his shoulder before he gradually begins to push into your core.

“Wait…ow…”

“It’s ok, baby, you can take it. I’m—fuck—you’re lucky I’m going as slow as I am right now. Goddamn, Steve, you were right…so fucking tight.”

You felt like you were being split in half as the sheer size of him overwhelmed you. He thrust his hips gradually, allowing every inch of him to carefully fill you but as he clung to your thigh and muttered obscenities, you could tell he was right… you were lucky he hadn’t lost all will and just snapped his hips to push himself deeper into you. 

Something wet poking your lips caused you to turn your head to find Steve’s leaking cock prodding at your mouth.

“No.”, Eddie growled making his friend freeze. “I’m not done watching her face.”

Steve made a small pfft sound as he continued forward, licking his lips when your tongue lightly grazed his tip but the metalhead’s palm pushing at his chest startled even you as you began to back away. 

“Don’t fucking move!”, he hissed, keeping a firm grip on your thighs and yanking you closer to him before glaring at the pretty boy. “I said…I’m not done…”

“She doesn’t just belong to you, Munson.”

“Fine.”, he spat. “But I want you out of the fucking way entirely when I eat.”

“Noted.”

Now amped with angry energy, Steve’s fingers tangled in your hair as he guided his cock between your lips, mewling loudly as you moaned at the feeling of Eddie no longer being gentle, thrusting his length so deep inside you, you knew you’d be sore for days. 

“God, your tits are perfect.”, the former jock panted as his large hand kneaded your breast. “I just want to slide my dick between them…play with them with my new teeth--Shit, Y/N—how does his cock feel now?”

“G-Good…”, you moan when he pulls out to allow you to answer. 

Steve growled prominently when Eddie pushed him backward, dropping your leg to the mattress so he could hover over you. 

“It’s about to get better.”, he announces before bearing you his fangs causing your eyes to widen in fear. “Right when you’re about to cum…I want to hear you moan my name. Do you understand?” When you only nod, his palm wraps around your throat as he presses his lips onto the shell of your ear. “Tell me you understand, you little whore, so I know I’m being heard.”

“I understand.”, you whimper tilting your head to kiss his cheek. 

The action startles him slightly as his eyes scan over your face. 

For just a moment, you see the boy you drew so many times before. The soft but loud kid that would walk on tables and spend time with the underclassmen…

But that was short lived as his pupils turned black and his teeth bit into your neck. 

“Ah…Eddie.”

That dizzy feeling you felt before began to overtake you but was immediately overpowered when his hips rolled hard into yours punching his cock deep into the soft spot inside you that had your eyes fluttering shut. It felt almost like a dream again when your arms lifted to drag your nails down his back and he growled softly at the feeling. 

“Eddie…”

Your legs wrapped around his waist as his pace quickened and the headboard began to slam into the wall at his intensity. 

“Edd—ie…”

The man’s muscular arm shot out to grab the wood above you, trying his best to hold it still and it was then that you realized he was doing that so he could hear you better. 

That feeling that had been building in the pit of your stomach shot down to your core and you practically screamed his name as your body trembled against his. His teeth retracted as his tongue ran along the soreness in your neck and you instantly felt better as he chased his own high. 

“Beg me, whore. Beg for my fucking cum.”

“I…I don’t…I’ve never talked that way…”

Eddie’s palm grips your throat as he growls like a feral animal in your ear. 

“It’s not that fucking complicated. BEG. ME. FOR. MY. CUM!” Between each word, he punctuated it with a rough slam of his hips and you whined at the feeling. 

“Please, E-Eddie, I want you…want you to cum. I-I want to feel you cum.”

“Fuck…where, baby? Where do you want me to cum?”

“O-On…On me…on my tits!”, you hurried when you could tell you weren’t answering correctly but when you finally did, he chuckled. 

“Bad girl. You chose that to make Harrington jealous, huh? Alright.” After a few more rough pumps, Eddie hastily pulled out and climbed up your body, stroking his cock till he painted your chest with his release. Smiling cheekily at his friend, he climbed off you and pat his shoulder. “Your turn.”

Steve growled but to you his always sounded different; deeper. As if it came from his stomach whereas Eddie’s came from his chest. It oddly sounded…angrier…more protective. 

“You wanted to make me jealous? Get a rise out of me?”

“No, Steve, no.”

His eyebrow raises sarcastically as if he doesn’t believe you and he firmly grabs your arms, manhandling you onto hands and knees. Swatting your thigh, he makes sure your legs are as far as they can go in your current position before one of his hands clings to your shoulder while the other guides his cock inside your entrance. 

Your mouth falls open as you push up onto your palms and he gradually thrusts his hips.

“Goddamn… look how wet you fucking are. Munson made you feel really good, huh? Fuck, your pussy is just making a mess all over my dick.”

One he found a good rhythm, your head hung as he aggressively slammed his body into yours. Feeling something wet land on his fingers, he pulled you to his chest and your head leaned against his shoulder as he slowly rolled his cock past all your sensitive areas into your stomach. 

“Why are you crying, little girl? Does it hurt…my cock ruining your cunt?”

“N-N-Noooo…Mmph… feels…feels good.”

You felt him smile against your cheek as his hand slid from your throat down to your collarbone. 

“I know, honey, I know.”

That now familiar pain of something sharp digging into your flesh had you screaming his name as one of your hands tangled in his hair. Steve’s fingers surprised you as he pushed them into your mouth and along your tongue before sliding them between your legs to play with your clit. 

“STEVE!”

The man grunted at the sound of his name as your body began to shake. That dizzying feeling swept through you and you couldn’t help it when through your own tears a little smile painted your lips. 

“Steve…please…”

Just as Eddie had done, his tongue licked along your pain and as soon as it disappeared, your cheek was pushed into the mattress as his massive palm remained against your head holding you down with your ass still in the air as he slammed into you. 

“That’s it…fucking whore…keep your pussy open for me till I’m…fucking done using it.”

With every ah that left you, his pace increased as if your pleasure was egging him on. Moaning his name, you cling to the sheets underneath your hands as you came. Grunting at the tight feeling, you felt his hips stutter and you would be lying if you said a part of you wasn’t giddy at the thought that he may cum inside you. The notion that you made him lose control enough that he couldn’t help but do it had your pussy continually quivering as if she were begging on your behalf. 

Just at the last second, Steve pulled out and you watched over your shoulder as he rapidly stroked his cock till his spend landed on your behind that he promptly spanked for good measure. 

You weren’t sure what happens now but all you knew was your brain and body felt incredibly heavy as if you had just run a marathon.

The lights in your room snapped on and you hissed as you blocked your eyes behind your hand before you were suddenly lifted by Eddie who carried you to your bathroom. He tried placing you on your feet but your eyes rolled as you tilted forward and he promptly caught you guiding you to the tile floor. 

“Is…is she ok?”

You knew that voice…it was soft and kind yet filled with worry. You hadn’t heard it since high school.

“Steve?”

“I think so. I think maybe we took too much?”, Eddie answered in a concerned and uncertain way that had you unsure this was even the same two people you were just with.

“Eddie?”

“I thought you said the licking helped?”

“I said it cures the bite. I’m not sure what it does when we feed.”

“Goddamn it, Ed.”, the man growled cause the metalhead to do the same.

Pushing at his chest, you crawled to the toilet and the sound of you vomiting echoed through. A ringed hand tenderly pet you head and as you leaned back against the wall, you notice Eddie’s eyes were no longer black but the brown you remembered. 

“I know you.”, you slurred, reaching out to touch his cheek. 

“Go get her some water and make sure there’s no blood on her sheets or floor.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Munson.”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want to kill anyone, Harrington. If you had let me kill those fuckers that beat the shit out of me then we maybe we wouldn’t be here.”

You jumped at the sound of something banging loudly and when you narrowed your eyes to try and see better, the bathroom door was open and Steve was gone. Silently, Eddie put together a bath and carefully placed you in the water. 

Your eyes remained closed as a rag was run across your body before being casually tossed to the side. You thought you were alone after a while, hearing nothing but your own breath until fingers lightly traced down your cheeks to your lips. 

“I wish we had met you before all this. I would have talked to you if you came up to me at lunch or in class. Maybe taken you out on a date…fallen in love… but then maybe that would mean you would be dead… like Chrissy. Then again, maybe if you had come home with me that night everything would have been different…”

Heavily sighing, Eddie takes you in his arms and sits you on the edge of the porcelain as he dries you off. 

“Eddie? Am I dreaming?”

The metalhead snorts out a laugh as he collects you once more and carries you to your bedroom. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re dreaming.”

“Oh…”

When he places you down on your bed, a new set of warm hands pull a baggy shirt over your head before something cold is placed near your lips causing you to flinch away. 

“No, hey, this is just water, honey.”

Nodding, you sip the liquid back with loud chugging slurps that has Steve chuckle through his teeth. When your finished you try to hand it to him but it falls from your grasp. While you wait for the sound of glass to shatter you open your eyes to see he had extended out his arm to catch it.

Your glassy eyes scan along his face that has more color in it now than it did before but even you can feel the intense dark energy still radiating from them both. Your hands shake slightly as you reach out to touch the red indent along his neck and he sighs as his forehead leans against yours.

His eyes close as your fingers trail down his hairy chest to his stomach but just as they begin to graze what appears to be a deep scar, the glass in his hand breaks on the floor as his palm aggressively reaches out to grab your wrist while that gruff growl escapes him. 

“I warned you, Y/N…”

“It doesn’t matter right? Because this is a dream…”

Again, he laughs as he releases his hold on you long enough to tilt you back into your bed and pull the covers over you. 

“Yeah, baby, it’s all a dream except for that soreness between your legs. That’s real. Do you know why?”

“Because you belong to us now.”, Eddie answers for you when you shake your head. “Steve was right, Y/N, we are the shadows…”, he whispers as he kneels down to pet your head and place a fresh smelling pink rose on your bedside table. “So don’t you dare dream of anyone else, pretty girl, or else we’ll make you both regret it.”

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@debkk16 @myherometalhead @veemoon @hardladyheart

[ash5monster01]

would you do a reader with Stevie Nicks vibes and she's like spiritual and that sort of things x Steve Harrington.

I don't have any plot ideas so i understand if you won't do it (btw sorry if you can't understand something english is my second language so I struggle a lot with it)

Not What I Expected

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: language, underage drinking, sexual attraction, blatant flirting, some fluff

Summary: Steve it taken by surprise when he discovers how attracted he is to one of Robins friends, especially since you were the kind of girl he never expected to like

word count: 2k

Masterlist

→ Part 2

Steve isn’t sure why he agreed to go to a party at Robins house. He imagined something quite like Dustin and his friends playing Dungeons and Dragons in the basement. It was probably more like book club or band practice. Either way Steve knew it wouldn’t include keg stands and girls in tiny tops like his infamous party’s once did. At the end of the day though, Robin was his best friend, and that’s how he finds himself standing outside her front door with a 6pack of beer tucked under his arm and an award winning smile on his face.

“Hey dingus, you showed!” Robin grins wide, eyes a little hazy and a half drank wine cooler in her hands. Steve snorts at the sight and shakes his head as he steps inside the house she hadn’t technically welcomed him into yet.

“And you’re drunk” he states, shimmying the members only jacket off his arms and onto the rack by the door. Robin rolls her eyes at the boy with a big head of hair.

“Barely, come on. Come meet my friends” and Steve doesn’t even have a chance to set down the case of beer as Robin drags him into the living room. He’s not sure who’s more nervous, him or the array of students he was about to meet. To them he was still legend among the halls, King Steve. To himself he was nothing more than a burnout who was working at a Video Store instead of going to college.

“Guys this is Steve, Steve these are my friends” Robin presents when they enter the room and multiple pairs of eyes land on them both. Robin releases his hand and falls onto the couch beside a boy he recognized from the Paper. He had seen Nancy with him a few times.

“Hi” Steve announces with a wave, trying to ignore the awkwardness as he sets the case of beer down on the coffee table. Everyone just stares as he slides a bottle out and pops the top off with ease against the edge of the table. A natural.

“Find a seat Steve, we were just discussing marching band” and Steve groans without a thought, shuffling to the couch on the other side of the room. He had yet to glance at the two girls sat upon it when he hoists himself onto the arm.

“What, to lame for you?” an unfamiliar voice inquires. Steve drops his gaze to the girl beside him and what he doesn’t expect is the way his throat dries. You’re a bigger girl, yeah, but from where he’s sat he has a grand view of the cleavage that hangs out of your black top. It’s as if you hadn’t quite left the 70s, the outfit nearly identical to the one Stevie Nicks wears on the Rumours album. You’re the opposite of any girl he has ever taken on a date, and yet he’s suddenly at a loss of words.

“What Steve means by his vocal distaste is that he listens to me drone on and on all day about marching band. Plus I’m sure he half expected a rowdy game of beer pong” Robin says and Steve finally glances past the girl beside him to spot the infamous Vickie. Suddenly he knew exactly why Robin spoke for him before he did. He didn’t necessarily hate marching band talk, he just never heard the end of ‘Today in Marching band Vickie-’.

“I take offense to that but also any game wouldn’t kill you. Save the yapping for wine night or at least when you’re at school” his statement makes Robin rolls her eyes but nonetheless she sits up. As much as she hates to admit it she did want her small shindig to feel like a real party. Yeah she couldn’t go all out like Steve once did but she could at least make this night memorable for her friends.

“Fine Steve, any suggestions” Vickie asks, an identical wine cooler to Robins cradled to her chest and Steve thinks for a moment.

“Nothing to athletic” the newspaper kid points out. Steve somewhat recalls Ned, maybe Fred?

“Fred, it’s Steve. Everything he does is athletic” the girl beside him pipes up. He doesn’t even have time to recognize he had recalled the boys name correctly when he’s reminded of your presence.

“Thanks Rhiannon, I’ll take that as a compliment. As for you Fred, crack a beer and live a little” Steve says, adoring the way your eyebrows raise at the sudden nickname while he tosses one of his beers to the scrawny boy.

“Does that mean you have a game in mind?” Robin asks her best friend, worrying just a little that mixing these two crowds may have been the wrong choice.

“Yeah Robin, I do”

That’s how the group finds themselves on the back patio, a boom box playing a Survivor song a touch too loud, while Steve sets cups along the table. Robin furrows her eyebrows when she eyes six cups along the table instead of five. Everybody watches silently as the tall boy works at setting up the perfect game.

“Alright me and Rhiannon are Captains, she gets first pick” Steve claps his hands and Robin finally points at the red solo cups sat before them.

“Steve, there’s only five of us” she says and Steve grins at his friend.

“I know, that’s why Rhiannon has first pick. I’ll play double for my team which will put us at disadvantage” Steve tells her and Robin isn’t entirely sure that’s a disadvantage when she looks at the friends surrounding them.

“You know that’s not my name right?” you tell the boy as you stand beside him, prepared to make your first pick.

“Yeah, but I think you love it anyway” and you can’t help the soft blush that dusts your cheeks. You almost want to curse yourself for being no different than any other girl that falls for the charm of Steve Harrington.

“I pick Robin” you announce to remove his attention off you and Robin grins at being the first one picked. Quickly she shuffles to the side of the table you stand on. Steve crosses his arms as he looks between his two options. As much as he can guarantee Vickie is better at the game he wants to provide his best friend the opportunity of standing next to her all night.

“I’ll take Freddie” Steve says, waving his hand. The boy with glasses too big for his face nervously steps over despite the shock that King Steve has just picked him to be on a team. Vickie grins at the girls, rushing over and pulling them into a hug that doesn’t fail to make Robins entire face red.

“The game is simple, finish your drink, flip the cup, and move on to the next person. It’s a relay, and relies on teamwork, think you can handle it?” Steve asks, eyebrows lifting at his opponent who’s even prettier up close. Your eyes are mesmerizing even through the smudged makeup and your wide sleeve brushes the table each time you reach for your cup. Steve is shocked to find how attracted to it he is.

“Me and Rhiannon start, when our cup lands the next person drinks and does the same. Ready?” Steve asks, eyebrows jumping and smirk on his face. You look at him determined, mimicking his movements when he taps his cup to the table, lifts it to your own, taps the table again, then dumps the liquid down his throat.

It’s no surprise to anyone that Steve lands the cup on the first try. It takes you two but Fred’s struggling saves your team the time anyway. Steve is now on his other side, waiting for Fred to land so he can take the final drink. While he struggles both you and Vickie cheer when Robin lands it on her second try. By the time Vickie has finished her gulp, Fred finally lands, and Steve dumps his second drink down his throat as quick as he can. Yet it’s not fast enough because Vickie lands on her first try just as Steve sets up to flip his own. The girls cheer as Fred gives Steve a sheepish look. As much as Steve hates losing he squeezes the boys shoulder anyway.

“Nice work Fred” he praises and a large smile breaks across the boys face.

“Take that Steve!” Robin shouts and Steve laughs as he starts to reset the cups for the next round.

“You won’t be saying that for long Rob. Rotate” Steve grins at her and they do as he says, adjusting the team’s order, putting Robin and Fred at the start.

None of them are entirely sure how many games have been played but Steve is highly aware that he’s run out of beer and is beginning to feel the buzz of playing double on his team for so long. Robin is clearly tired and starting to slouch against Vickie so he calls it and deems the girls the winners.

“So, do we get a prize?” you ask him with a teasing glance, the alcohol giving you more confidence then you should have when talking to the popular boy. Steve eyes Robin and Vickie sleepily sitting on the patio furniture, offering them no attention while Fred went inside to use the bathroom.

“Depends, what do you want?” Steve asks, leaning closer and almost begging for the girl to want to kiss him.

“More nights like these” you answer simply and Steve furrows his brows, giving you a questioning glance that you don’t miss. “It’s just, I’ve never seen my friends so happy. You did that for them Steve”

“It was a drinking game” he states and you shrug, looking around the back patio lit up by string lights. The smell of beer is in the air and your friends are falling asleep, but it’s the most content you’ve ever been.

“To you maybe, but for us we finally felt like we were apart of something” you say, turning back to look at him just to find he’s already staring you down with the same intensity he had all night. In fact you’d never had a guy look at you like that, like he so badly wanted to kiss you. You never expected it to be Steve Harrington of all people.

“Can I take you on a date?” Steve suddenly asks and you can’t stop the shock that covers your features. It’s the last thing you had expected him to say.

“You don’t even know my real name Steve” you tell him and he grins, shrugging his shoulders and scooting closer to you.

“Don’t worry about it, you can tell me on our date” he tells you and you snort out a laugh, shaking your head at the boy and beginning to understand why Robin was so fond of him.

“I haven’t even agreed yet” you tell him but he just smiles, nudging his shoulder against your own.

“That doesn’t matter, I’ll pick you up here at 7. I’m sure Robin would love to help you get ready” he grins wide and you sigh, looking up into his large and kind eyes. Much different from how they had looked back when he was still in High School.

“Fine, I’ll be here at 7” you agree and he grins wide before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Great! See you then, I’m gonna go check on Fred” and he’s gone as soon as he appeared and you smile wide when he disappears into the house. Realizing you who once felt so different from anyone else, unable to be an object of desire, was going on a date with Steve Harrington.

“Man am I in trouble”

[damon-loves-pie]

Steve Harrington x chubby (plus size) female reader's first time together.

18+

Heavy breaths came out in pants while Steve thrusted against you, both hands firmly gripping onto the fleshy skin of your hips.

Why the fuck hadn't I done this earlier? He questioned himself, his eyes fixated on the way the soft skin on your ass recoiled as his hips sped up pace.

Grunts and whines escaping from how your thighs shook with each movement. Your cellulite being comparable to artwork, the way it splattered across them.

With one quick motion you were on your side, a starving Steve above you, eyes scanning your body. Something so different but so same to others he had seen before, tongue rolling against his bottom lip in desperation.

Every curve, roll, and canny being memorized while his long fingers dug into your hip, pushing his hips back into yours deeply, wanting to know how each part of you moves. 

His eyes rolling back with a groan as you looked back at him with hooded eyes, the little rolls of your love handles sticking out as he pounded you into the mattress forcing you to gasp out his name.

"God you're so beautiful honey." He mumbled, meaning every word that dripped from his lips. "Every part of you." He breathed, one hand tracing the stretch marks on your hips, while the other lifted the one thigh to his chest, needing to be deeper.

He'd know he was done for when you came, back arching off the mattress, small scream of his name as your plush tummy folded towards him. Making his hips sputter with a jerk, as a choked out moan escaped his lips, the ecstasy from his body spilling deep inside of you.

A small growl escaping as he pulled back, watching it dribble down the valley of your thighs, fingertips pressing roughly into them.

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

Hey!

what kind of stuff have you got lined up to write? Can’t wait for more!!! X

Hi hi sweet nonnie, thank you for reading! 🥺 I have a ton of stuff upcoming! Red is for the FILTHY smut 🤭✨

Part 3&4 of LSV (Gator fic)

Eddie x plus size!reader

Baron x marmalade!reader

Eddie x cheerleader!reader

How the boys react to you crying (positively) during sex

Vlogger!Kurt Kunkle

Down bad!reader x soft dom!Eddie

Taking Gator/Baron’s virginity

[etfrin]

replacement | Keys x plus sized! fem! reader | teaser

okay guys, i am really nervous and excited to write/specify a certain (my own) body type in a fic and i really, really don't wanna fuck up. my fics don't describe body types, leaving it vague but i always wanted to write plus sized reader, something specific for me and people like me and since i am new at this, i am open to suggestions, any and whatsoever is helpful, but please for the sake of love, don't be mean abt it! and here's a Joe Keery gif because he cute af

it's the glasses ugh fuck

[shanakin-skywalker]

Hot Stuff (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

*Plus Size and POC Friendly (Only Description is that Reader is shorter than Steve and his hands are bigger.)

Summary: Steve and Reader both like each other but it takes a very tipsy Robin to get the ball rolling.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption

AN: This is an idea I got that I just had to write about. Just pure fluffy goodness.

*No one has permission to repost my work on Tumblr or any other platform. Plagiarism, stealing my work, etc. will not be tolerated. By clicking KEEP READING you are agreeing to the above terms.

It was dark, dingy, and smelly. Steve wrinkled his nose at the smell of body odor, beer, and cigarettes with an undertone of weed. The floor was sticky as he tried his best to make his way to the full table without sloshing a beer for himself, no one even bothered checking ID, and water for her. It was hard enough to see in the very limited light of the pub without the sea of bodies and smoke clouding the air.

He finally squeezed between her and Robin, effectively interrupting their conversation, well, attempted conversation thanks to Corroded Coffin and their raucous noise as Steve liked to call it.

She gave him a smile as he placed the water on the table. They had been best friends since 1st grade when he pulled her off the swing and she gave him a swift kick in the shin with a boisterous, “Wait your turn!” She plopped herself back on the seat and made Steve wait a whopping 5 whole minutes, which to little him seemed like hours. We waited criss-cross applesauce, pouting with his little arms crossed over his chest while he waited. Once she was satisfied with her time on the swing, she hopped off and handed him a piece of candy from her little jacket pocket with a bright, slightly smug, smile.

They had been the best of friends until they reached high school and he left her behind for school royalty. Eventually she made a friend in Robin Buckley while in band together and would visit her at Scoops. Then Steve started working there. It had been awkward at first but with his changed personality they were easily able to pick right back up, after many free ice creams to make up for his abandonment of her.

Now Robin and he worked at Family Video and she worked at the local music store. It’s there she met Eddie Munson and, small world, they were all friends.

That’s how they ended up here, at The Hideaway, on a Tuesday night after much whining and badgering on Eddie’s part to get them to come.

“It’ll be fun!” Eddie had so exuberantly put it with a big grin that crinkled the skin around his eyes.

It was, indeed, not fun. At least to Steve. He grit his teeth when another drunk patron stumbled into him, his ‘music,’ he was being generous with calling it that, was giving him a headache and the vibration from the speakers were making his brain feel like a paddle ball on a rubber band string.

She slightly rolled onto the balls of her feet, reaching with her pointer and middle finger to smooth his furrowed brow lovingly. Steve stared down at her with fondness. Only she could look this beautiful in the barely visible bar. He brought his hands to her waist, rubbing slow circles on the exposed skin of her risen tshirt.

“Aaaaand kiss!” Cheered a very tipsy Robin who had apparently made her way from beside Steve to across from them. Their moment was essentially broken and they broke away, taking a step away from each other. He snorted.

“I think you’ve had enough, Buckley.” He reached over to slide her beer away from her with a roll of his eyes. His best friend grinned in amusement at Robin’s state.

“Have not.” She argued back childishly and went to swipe her drink back. Steve let her. He was off babysitting duty tonight.

“C’mon! You guys are perfect for each other. Like your cuteness makes me want to vomit and I’m tired of watching you guys make goo-goo eyes at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.” She chugged down her ¾ filled glass of beer.

‘Note to self: Robin gets too honest when she drinks.’ Steve thought with a flush running from the tops of his ears to down his neck. He was suddenly very thankful for the low light.

“Robin,” she started slowly, loud enough for her and Steve to hear, “I think you’re looking a little too much into this.” Her more-than-tipsy friend frowned.

“Am not!” She pouted before her eyes seemed to catch something out of her peripheral vision and then her whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. Robin leaned over, her torso laying on the table as she pointed behind and to the left of them.

“There! You guys need to do that!” They both followed her finger. It was one of those Test Your Love games in the corner, red flashing lights running up and down the possible options.

“We aren’t doing that.” Steve put his beer down mid sip and placed his hands on his hips in his ‘Mom Stance.’

“Yes you are!” Robin proceeded to pull a quarter out of her pocket and throw it at them. He clenched his jaw and exhaled harshly through his nose in exasperation. His best friend ran her hand up the exposed skin of his arm, landing on his bicep and gave it a light squeeze.

“Let’s just humor her.” She smiled in amusement at her ex-band mate. And how could he say no to her? His arms dropped to his side and he picked up the quarter from on the table.

Robin stumbled over and grabbed them each by the hand, pulling them through the dense crowd to the very back of the bar. She positioned them with precision next to each other and grabbed her hand to wrap around the knob, then Steve’s wrapping around hers. His fingers wrapping completely around her smaller one. Once satisfied with their position she slid the coin in the spot after missing the first couple of times.

The game lit up, lights brighter, illuminating them in bright red light that somehow made her look otherworldly. Why was his heart pounding? Why did he feel nervous? It’s just the beer, he concluded. It had to be, ignoring the fact he only took 4 sips.

“Squeeze!” Robin cheered and when he felt her hand tighten, he did the same. Red lights racing up and down, he held his breath. They both looked down at their joined hands. Her’s were so soft, so warm, and then suddenly there was a steady blinking and they both looked at the game.

Hot Stuff. The bright lights blinking at the very top like a ferris wheel. Steve was so mesmerized he only half heard Robin whooping. Then a force turned his head and pushed him down and he briefly noticed his co-worker had a hand on the back of her head pushing them until their lips smushed together. Frozen, he felt her smile and giggle. Before he could start kissing her, she pulled away and turned to their friend, who looked like the cat that got the canary.

“Happy now?” She asked and Robin nodded aggressively, her short hair bouncing around her face.

“I. TOLD. YOUUUUU!” Steve schooled his face and watched her trip on the corner of the wooden game, falling into her, causing her to stumble into him. He steadied them and took a step away.

“I think that’s enough excitement. C’mon Robin. Let’s get you home.” He steered her waddling frame back through the packed bar, his other companion following closely behind. They sent a wave at Eddie and he gave them a nod in return at seeing Robin’s state.

They exited The Hideaway and were greeted by cool, fresh air, everything sounding slightly underwater for the minute it took to get to Steve’s BMW. He opened the back seat for Robin where she promptly plopped down and laid across the entirety of the back. He closed the door and went around to her. She smiled at him under the streetlight.

“So, hot stuff, huh?” He said nervously. Her smile stretched into a grin.

“Well if the Love Tester says so then it must be true.” She took a step closer to him. Steve swallowed and wet his lips with his tongue.

“You think?” He paused, taking a breath before continuing, “Would-would you want to go out with me on Friday? See if we actually are good together?” His voice soft, unsure.

“I’d love that.” She leaned up to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

“Pick me up at 7, Hot Stuff?” She teased and his mouth broke into the biggest, toothiest grin.

“You got it, Hot Stuff.” He leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to her lips. She sighed out and wrapped her arms around his torso. Steve pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Gimme a call when you get home, yeah?” He wrapped his arms around her soft frame and gave her a squeeze.

“I will.” She promised and stepped back. She looked over and snorted. Steve turned around to see Robin’s face pressed against the window, eyes the size of dinner plates, nose scrunched flat and breath fogging the lower half of her face. It took her a second to realize they were looking at her before she let out a squeal and launched herself back to the other side of the back seat. Steve rolled his eyes and she laughed before heading to her own car parked two spaces away from him. He made sure she got in safely and she had driven away before rounding the front of his car and into the driver's seat.

“I told you!” Robin started singing as soon as the door opened.

“I’m making you rewind all the tapes yourself if you don’t knock it off, Buckley.” Steve looked back at her in the rear view mirror. She didn’t but nothing could dampen the excitement he had in his chest for Friday.

[demigoddessqueens]

Steve “Six Nuggets” Harrington

And

Eddie “this is music!” Munson

What do you mean something bad happened? No it didn’t

[justmeinadaze]

You're Cute When You Scream (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Part 2 of Bite To Break The Skin

A/N: This started one way and then flowed into another. I guess even with angst I can't not have plot lol I have an idea how I want this to go and am enjoying the toxic mixed with the potential for growth.

Warnings: Vampire Steddie & Human Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading, spanking, light choking, tied to bed, overstimulation, toys, biting (vamp style blood draining), aftercare.

ANGST! Jealous Toxic Steddie abound, threaten to make her "regret it" if another boy touches her, Steddie causes a car accident, reader gets hurt but they heal her, boys hurt someone (brief), mentions of some unsavory behavior against the boys in Hawkins Lab, mentions of dehydration (boys do take care of her), I think that's it. Oh! Cliffhanger ending (cause Im me :P).

Word Count: 6341

The next morning felt like you were waking up from a long coma. 

The world seemed brighter and more in tune as you took in your surroundings. Nothing seemed a miss except for the pink rose beside your bed…

And the soreness between your legs. 

You winced the moment your limbs swung to get off your mattress and you quickly waddled to your full-length mirror to take in your slightly bruised skin, fingers trailing along the darkening fingerprints around your wrists to your thighs. Your hips had the most markings and as you continued to stare at yourself…you couldn’t help but smile.

***

“Why are you being weird?”, your friend asked as you continued to ignore her while you two walked around downtown Hawkins. 

“Define weird.”

“I don’t know! It’s just your whole vibe seems different.”

“I don’t know what that means.”, you giggle as you pause when you no longer feel her at your side. “What?”

“What, what? I said I needed to return a movie and grab a new one. You really are in your own world today aren’t you?” As she confidently began to stride towards the front door of Family Video, your eyes widen as you hissed her name and ran after her.  “What?! Jesus Christ, Y/N, why are acting so insane—?”

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve…”, the man interrupted as he leaned his elbow on top of the shelf beside him and smirked your way. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

Looking at him now, you would never be able to tell that this was the same man who was pale and agitated just a week ago. There was color in his face and his hair was styled the way you always remembered it growing up. He seemed stronger as he stood upright instead of hunched over in what appeared to be pain. Even his tone had less of a shake to it. 

Last night he and Eddie seemed to be headed in that direction again before they bit into you, draining your blood. When they entered your room they seemed almost needy but seeing Steve now, he appeared calm which was oddly more intimidating as his honey eyes continued to rake across your body. 

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you grab your friend’s arm and start to walk away. 

“My pleasure.”, he answers in that sultry husk that has you biting your bottom lip.

“Ok, so what movie a-are you looking for, Mandy?”

Your friend takes in your erratic demeaner before her eyes expand and she hits your arm with her fist. 

“Oh my God! You fucked someone didn’t you!” As you try to cover her mouth, she giggles almost uncontrollably. “You have to tell me everything.”

“It was fine ok? Exactly like in the movies.”, you answer sarcastically and she rolls her eyes. 

Unbeknown to her on the opposite side of the aisle, Steve came around with a stack full of VHSs in his hand and began putting them away. 

“Liar! So that’s why you’ve been walking a bit slower.”, she grins as you cover your face when you notice the boy behind her do the same. “Come on. I’m your best friend in the world and you know I won’t tell anyone—”

“Except the entire store apparently.”

“Oh my GOD!”, she grunts in frustration. “Fine. Just tell me this… was it Garrett?”

“No. Who?”, you ask genuinely confused. 

“Garrett. The boy in your math class that you’ve been swooning over for like a year.”

“That YOU say I’ve been swooning over. I’ve barely talked to him—”

“Well, he definitely has a crush on you.”

You heard it first. 

Maybe you were just more attune to it after everything that happened but when Steve growled you immediately stood at attention but your head strong friend turned around to glance around him. 

“Jesus Christ. Did someone let an animal in here?”

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 For your morning classes you were surprised Eddie wasn’t there but what surprised you even more was how disappointed that made you. You dreamt about both of them and were desperate to at least see one of their faces. 

At lunch, you sat on the stage in the cafeteria, absently sketching before a grunt caught your attention and you turned your head just in time to see the metalhead sitting beside you. 

Just like Steve he seemed visually so much healthier but there was this air around him that would tell normal people to tread carefully. Silently, he popped open your water bottle he had flung across the hall that one day you thought he was dehydrated and took a long gulp as he tipped his head back. 

“I thought…you said it made you sick last time.”, you murmured his way as he burped obnoxiously and patted his chest with his palm. 

“The water did, yes. There’s something different in here this time. Would you like a taste?” As he tilted the open bottle towards you, you gagged at the strong metallic smell making him grin devilishly as he closed the lid. “Stole this particular brand from packets in the hospital. Not as fun as my preferred way but it keeps me from falling over or getting jumped again.”

“You…you stole blood from Hawkins General?”

“Would you rather I steal it from you?”, he snapped before sighing and shaking his head. “You still haven’t figured it out yet, have you? We need this bullshit to live and I refuse to go back to that sick…fucking weak…state I was in.”

“I didn’t think you were weak.”

At your mumbled words, his eyes take in your slightly folded in frame as you continue to look anywhere else that isn’t him. 

“That’s because you can’t tell the difference.” That grabs your attention as your irises lock with his beautiful chocolate ones. “I mean even right now you’re weak. Look at you sitting here alone while you draw life instead of living it.”

“Oh? What should I do then, hm? Fucking break into someone else’s house, scare the shit out of them and then fuck them? Will that put me on your level?”

“You say that like any of that is what actually fucking happened. Like you didn’t like being scared and used by us.”

You huff in frustration and the metalhead can’t help but grin cockily at getting a rise out of you. Honestly, seeing any reaction that wasn’t meek was making him want to take you right there on that stage in front of the entire lunchroom. 

“I’m not weak, Eddie. You and Steve have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You’re right because we don’t care. That’s what men like Garrett Solis are for.”

You blink at the name silently thrown off guard but when it fully registers, your own smile paints your lips. 

“Oh, I see. Are you and Steve…jealous?”

“Jealous, no. Worried about his and your safety, yes.”

“Please! What would put him or me in any kind of fucking danger?”, you reply with defiance as you glare in the opposite direction.  

The humidity of Eddie’s breath warms your ear as he tilts towards you and murmurs softly, “You, Y/N.” A shaky exhale leaves your chest as your gaze shifts to the floor, watching out of the corner of your eye as he places his palm on your thigh. 

“We told you that you and your fucking pussy belong to us. That if you even dreamt of someone else we’d make you both regret it.”

“I-I-I thought you didn’t want to hurt anyone.”, you stutter as his grip tightens.

“Steve doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Or at least he didn’t. When he told me about what your friend said, he seemed much angrier than I’ve seen him before. Me on the other hand…”, he coos as his fingers drift higher up your jeans and his nose vaguely brushes your neck. “I don’t mind tearing anyone in this fucking town a part. They accused me of murder when I was innocent. Now I can give them what they want…Something theyshould be a-fucking-fraid of.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

You said it with so much confidence, he knew you weren’t lying and that made the former boy he used to be extremely happy. Eddie didn’t show it in his face but you saw it in his eyes as they remained glued to yours. Could that boy be reached or would he soon be forever lost within the creature the metalhead had become? Maybe he could be both but that was a fine line you had yet to navigate with either of them. 

“Touch him in any way, Y/N, and you will be. This is your one warning.”

And with that, he jumped down from the stage and sauntered away. 

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

What Eddie said remained burned in your brain as you sat in the backseat of your best friend’s car while she giggled at the girl in her passenger seat. 

Not the whole threatening part but the being weak and not living life. You tended to only hang out with a couple of people on the weekend but usually spent a lot of time at home allowing your social battery to recharge after dealing with all the bullshit at school. Most of the meatheads were assholes and the bulk of the girls seemed solely focused on themselves. 

You seemed to get along better with teachers but especially your art teacher who constantly praised your work and offered insight into how you could grow as an artist. 

You remembered once seeing Steve Harrington go on dates with numerous women and wondered how he had all the energy. Nancy seemed to balance him out but for whatever reason chose to leave. After that you rarely saw him with anyone expect the younger kids that hung out with Eddie and Robin Buckley but they never seemed intimate in that way. 

The metalhead had gone on a couple of dates but, like you, unless he was with his friends, seemed to spend time alone playing his guitar or reading. 

“Hey, slut! What are you thinking about so hard back there?”, your friend laughs as she glances at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Don’t call me that, Mandy.”

“Oof, someone’s in a mood. I thought sex was supposed to like…relax you?”, another girl playfully teased making your eyes narrow at the driver.

“WHAT? You wouldn’t give me the details and I had to gush with someone about your victory.”

“Losing your virginity isn’t a victory.”

“Maybe if it sucks.”, a girl jokes causing all the girls to cackle. “Then again if you fuck a freak I’d imagine he’d be a little freaky in bed.”

“What are you talking about?”, Mandy asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?”

“Jessie, come on.”, you whine but of course she ignores you. 

“Our girl was seen talking to Eddie the freak murderer Munson on the assembly stage at lunch and he had his ringed fingers all OVER her.”

“Is that true, Y/N?”

“Was I talking to Eddie Munson, yes. Was he ‘all over me’, no.”

“Ok, then why did he have his hand on your thigh while whispering shit in your ear?”

Before you could answer, the car came to a stop and you hastily got out to head towards the house that a party was currently being raged in. Your best friend roughly grabbed your arm forcing you to stay as the other girls giggled and continued towards the front door. 

“Is that true? Were you talking to Eddie Munson?”

“Mandy—”

“Did you fuck him?”

“I…”

“Y/N, he murdered four people—”

“AMANDA!”, you shout causing a couple of people outside to turn their heads. “We were just talking about class, ok? We have a class together. I don’t know what Jessie thinks she fucking saw but all we did was talk.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. You need to stay away from him. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”

***

Grinning wide, you laughed at your friends as Amanda screeched when a boy she had been flirting with all night pushed her into the pool.

“Oh my God, Eric! You’re lucky I didn’t have my phone in my pocket!”

“You’re fine, you whiney baby.”, the boy jokes as he jumps in beside her. 

“May I sit with you?” At the sound of a soft voice, your gaze shifted to a smiling Garrett who was pointing at the empty seat beside the bench you were sitting on. “You can say no, of course.”

“Oh, um, no…I mean yeah…yes, you can have a seat.”, you stutter nervously making him laugh. 

“Thank you.”, he beams. “I’m not much of a swimmer I’m afraid. I wasn’t given the fish gene.”

“Wow…that was super cheesy.”, you tease. 

“It was. It really was.”, Garrett chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I can’t help it. When I’m talking to beautiful women I just lose all my cool points.”

You couldn’t help the smirk that danced across your lips before turning away to absently drink from your cup. 

“So…if you can’t swim why do you guys have a pool?”, you try to deflect and thankfully he accepts it. 

“Well, my parents and my brother can swim, obviously.”, he chuckles as he points towards the boy that was splashing around with your best friend. 

“And they didn’t teach you?”

“Pfft, my parents are barely ever home and my brother is always busy being himself.”, Garrett teases. “Did your parents teach you?”

“My mom did. My dad’s barely ever home to. He does consulting at Hawkins Lab sometimes—”

“Hey! No way! That’s where my parents work. My dad is a scientist and my mom is a corporate lady.”

Your eyes widen at the coincidence as you nod your head but a loud flapping noise above you startles you as you gasp and drop your cup. 

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”, the man asks as he glances up towards the sky where you were currently searching. 

“I…um…I should go home.”

“Wait but are you sure? The night it still young and—”

“I understand but, um, no I’m starting to feel nauseas and I should just…”

“Wait, wait, wait. At least let me drive you—”

“Garrett…I…no its ok. I can walk—”

“Please, I insist. After that whole serial killer thing and an earthquake it’s not safe for you to be out on the road at night.”

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

“Are you alright? You seem antsy.”

“I’m ok.”, you murmur as you continue to face the window. “I’m just tired, you know?”

“No I understand.”, Garrett replied a bit sullenly as the car came to a stop near a stop sign. “I hope I didn’t say anything to make you uncomfortable or—”

“No, Garrett, you didn’t. It’s just—”

“It’s just I really like you, Y/N. I’ve had a crush on you since like freshman year and after everything’s happened…seeing you tonight in that outfit…”

“My outfit?”, you giggle. “Honey, it’s a black skirt and t-shirt with Joan Jett on it.”

“I mean, to be fair, you look beautiful in everything.”, he compliments shyly as his palm reaches out to tenderly move some of your hair behind your ear. 

A car behind him honked loudly scaring you both as you jumped and placed your hand over your heart. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going!” He waves the guy off before making his turn. “Jesus, sweetie, and you were going to walk home? May as well be out in the middle of—”

It happens so fast. 

It was as if Garrett’s car hit an invisible wall.

Your seatbelts kept you secure as the vehicle rolled a couple of times before skidding to a stop. 

“Y/N…Y/N… fuck… are—are you alright?”

“I-I-I think so.”, you cried. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Shit, you’re bleeding. Let me see if I can—” You both hear it; slow footsteps crunching the glass underneath them with each step. “Is…is someone there?” White sneakers come into view and you recognize immediately who they belong to; you’ve drawn them multiple times. “H-H-Help her first. I think she—”

“Garrett!”, you hiss giving him pause. “Shut. Up. They aren’t here to help us.”

“They?”, he whispers before the loud creaking of the vehicle has you both screaming as it’s effortlessly flipped back over bringing you both face to face with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. 

“You have to be careful on dark roads in the middle of the night especially after you two have been drinking.”, Eddie says all too casually.

“We haven’t…I haven’t been—”

Steve’s angry eyes flashing his way silence the man beside you while the metalhead’s own irises remain locked with yours. 

“Those red cups at the party were full of water then?” The metalhead clicks his tongue as he tilts his head and begins to slowly stroll around the car. “Yeah, I don’t think so…I mean you’d have to have been drinking to allow him to touch you even after my warning.”

“What…I…what’s going on?”, Garrett asks as his voice shakes. 

You try to remain calm as Eddie continues to stalk closer to your side before finally coming to a stop just outside your window. His eyes are black like a predator in the water and your whole body shutters as they pan gradually down your face.

“Or did you just not believe me?”, he whispers as your breathing stutters. “Hm. I guess we need to be clearer.”

The driver’s side door screeches as its ripped off its handles and the driver himself follows as he’s forced out of his seat. 

“WAIT! PLEASE!”, you scream as you try to open your own door but collapse to the ground. 

Eddie effortlessly lifts you to your feet and drags you in front of the headlights where Steve was waiting. Your eyes fluttered at the pain in your head and you leaned against his chest for balance. 

“She…she needs a hospital…please! YOU CAN’T LET HER—” 

The pretty boy’s palm over his mouth silenced him as both men chuckled sinisterly. Cradling your head in his hands, Eddie tilted you away from him before his thick tongue collected the blood that had fallen down your cheek from your temple as your wound suddenly vanished. You couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure that escaped you as the pain immediately disappeared and you leaned your forehead against his jaw. 

“No, no, no, sweetheart. Hey, Steve and I need you to see this.”, he murmurs softly as he jostles you around till your eyes are facing the wide-eyed boy before you. “We would never let anything happen to her, Garrett, do you know why? She’s ours. Any man can talk to her till her heart is fucking content but this right here?”, Eddie says as his palms slide down your arms, over your breasts, along your plump tummy, and between your legs where his fingers pressed against your underwear. “This beautiful…delicious body…is ours.”

“And we don’t like people touching our things, Garrett.”, Steve growled as his palms gripped either side of the boy’s head.

“Wait! Wait! I can give you anything you want! My parents are rich! The make a lot of money and have a ton of pull not just in Hawkins but all over the globe!” His cries became louder as the former jock’s grip tightened. “I’m serious! Paul and Jackie Solis! They work at the lab on the hill!”

Steve’s eyes widen and you feel Eddie’s posture straighten. 

“Doing what?”, the metalhead asked. 

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. What do your parents DO?!”, he snarled losing his patience. 

“My dad’s a scientist and my mother’s a corporate woman—”

“Have you ever heard them mention Project Sunlight? Has anyone ever come to your house mentioning that or anything about blood? ANSWER!!”, Steve screams causing the boy to jump.

“N-N-No. No…all I’ve ever heard them talk about is s-s-something involving black substances on the roof of some guy’s house…trailer… My m-mom helped relocate everyone in Forest Hills b-before the quake.” 

“You said your dad’s a scientist. What kind?”

“He’s a physicist.”

“Fuck. It’s all the same bullshit.”, Steve huffed. 

“I told you they gave up on us, Harrington. They didn’t care if we died. Hell, they were probably hoping for it.”

“M-M-Maybe Y/N can help. S-S-She said one of her parents consults at the lab—”

“GARRETT!”, you shout but even you know it’s too late. 

Both their heads slowly turn to look your way as their jaws clench. A few seconds pass before they exchange a glance and a wicked smile paints both their lips. 

“Thank you for that information, Garrett. Your services are no longer required.” And with that, Steve snaps the boy’s neck making you gasp. “You. Are your parents home?”

“My dad is a doctor to and I’ve never heard him talk about his work.”

Your answer causes both men to roll their eyes. 

“Punish her first and then look or look and then punish?”, Steve asks.

“Well, as much as I don’t care about getting caught, I want to be able to hear her scream without it drawing all of Hawkins assholes.”

“We can take her to my house. You know my parents aren’t fucking there and there isn’t a neighbor for miles.”

“Sounds like a plan, dude.”

You barely even have time to register their conversation before Eddie lifts you his arms and both men expand their wings to shoot off into the night sky. 

***

Your hands and body continue to shake even when the metalhead’s feet touch the ground. It took you a moment to realize you were at Steve Harrington’s home mostly because you had only ever seen it from the outside. 

When Eddie tossed you onto the man’s bed you took in the rather bland room around you except for some of the papers tacked on the wall near his desk. There were so many scribbled words you could barely make out but what surprised you was your painting that was leaning against the wall. 

Did he genuinely like your work? And why did that ignite a flutter of butterflies in your stomach?

“Since you, little girl, don’t know how to listen…”, the long-haired boy scolds before pushing you back against the bed and grabbing your wrists to bind them to the headboard. “…or since you don’t know what NO TOUCHING means… we’ll have to fucking make you understand.” 

Steve grabbed your ankles and tied each leg to the frame leaving you fully exposed for them to do whatever they wished. 

“He was at least right about one thing. You are beautiful in this outfit.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the fact that they even heard that conversation making the pretty boy chuckle. “I told you, honey, we are the shadows now.”

Abruptly, he rips off your shorts and panties in one go with his large palms eliciting a small whine from you at the action. 

“Alright, baby, don’t…move…”

You gasp as something cold is pressed to your thigh before the sound of duct tape echoes through the room and you feel it being wrapped around your thigh. Something clicks and you suddenly feel a vibration against your clit that has you kicking your legs to no avail. 

As soon as they get up, you realize that they had tapped a vibrating wand to your upper thigh and no matter how much movement you did, nothing would move it away from your bundle of nerves. 

“Alright, sweetheart, we’re going to give you about…what do you say, Steve?... An hour… for her to think about what she’s done.”

Your jaw drops at his words; an hour was so long.

“Wait, no, please. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll bet you are. Now we’ll be back in a bit and feel free to scream as loud as you want. I personally think it’s cute.”, Eddie teases before both men fly out the window.

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

You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed but with every orgasm you did scream so loud you were surprised no one had found you yet. You constantly apologized even though no one was in the room with you but you knew they could somehow hear you. 

You knew.

As another orgasm began to build you vaguely heard the window open as feet pounded loudly onto the floor. A nose pressed to your temple and inhaled deeply as the constant flow of tears continued to streak your cheeks as your legs trembled while you release crashed over you like a wave. 

The vibration stopped as he removed the device and when Eddie spoke it was like hearing an angel.

“Can you smell that?”

“Her arousal? Yeah. And of course, I can still smell that fucking prick clinging to her body.”, Steve growled. 

“No, I mean besides that.” Again, he inhaled as his nose trailed along your throat to your chest. “Harrington, go get water. Now.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Munson—”

“NOW.” The bass behind his voice was frightening and you couldn’t help but close your eyes in fear. “No, Y/N, keep your eyes open.”, he commanded, softly thanking his friend when he appeared suddenly with a glass of water. After freeing only your hands, Eddie sat you up and held the back of your neck as he brought the glass to your lips and you began to chug it back like you hadn’t had anything to drink in days.

Steve blinked as their eyes met and even he sniffed the air before running downstairs to grab more for you to drink. 

Once you were satisfied, you handed him his cup and leaned against the metalhead’s shoulder. 

“Thank you.”, you whispered, feeling oddly safe in this moment at this man’s side. “What did you smell?”

Eddie shrugged as he shook his head. 

“Something inside you… between the adrenaline, the sweat, the tears, and you coming…”

“You were dehydrated.”, Steve finished for him. 

“Oh…”

“You tried to give me water…”, was the only reply Eddie could give but it made sense to you. 

They were both still angry with you, you could feel that, but your act of kindness before everything that had followed still remained burned in their brains especially the metalhead who was constantly abused by a town and people who could care less about him and his wellbeing. 

“Don’t get cocky, Y/N.”, Eddie grumbled as he pushed you back against the mattress and bound your hands once more. “You still disobeyed us. We warned you what would happen.”

Steve removed his clothes and climbed up the length of your body making you groan as he rubbed his cock between your dripping folds, grazing your oversensitive clit with his shaft. 

“And this time, little girl, I’m coming on these perfect tits.”, he growled as his large palms kneaded one of your breasts. Your eyes rolled as he effortlessly guided himself into your entrance, stretching you out with every inch. “Fuck, man…still so fucking tight.”

Rolling his hips, Steve was slow and methodical as he thrust himself deeper into you. 

“He’s lucky we didn’t kill him sooner, Y/N.”, he whispered as his head fell beside yours. “Seeing you—fuck—get all shy at the store…fuck, baby…I wanted to take you right there again in front of e-everyone…but then she mentioned HIS name.” Fingers curled around your throat and squeeze as the pretty boy slammed his length aggressively into your cunt, abusing that sensitive spot inside you that you didn’t know existed till a few nights ago. “You let him…touch you…”

“I’m—mmugh—so sorry, Steve.”

“Sorry you got fucking caught maybe, you little whore.”

Your pussy clenched around him and you felt his smirk against your cheek as he bared his fangs before piercing your skin. Once again you felt a weird rush as the blood drained and his pace became almost animalistic. You desperately wanted to cling to him but with your limbs bound you whined as you tugged them praying they’d break. 

You screamed, not a scream of terror but intense need, and he grunted at the sound. You came hard and as your pussy quivered around him, Steve’s rhythm faltered as you felt him start to cum inside you before pulling out to pump the rest onto your chest. 

“Fuck! Fuck me, Eddie this pussy’s too good.”, he panted as he reached back to spank your thigh before licking the wound along your neck.

“Yeah it is. My turn.” 

The former jock climbed off you as the metalhead removed the restraints around your ankles so he could lift your legs and balance them against his chest.

“Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“E-Eddie and Steve.”

“Who gets to touch your body?

“No…no one except you… I belong to you. Eddie, please.”

“I like hearing you beg.”, he chuckled, gripping his shaft in his hand and breaching your entrance before pulling all the way back out as his free palm held your legs together by the ankle. “You want my dick, little girl?”

“Yes.”, you cry as your back arches and your roll your hips desperate to feel him. “Please.”

Repeating the process, he pushes himself inside you before pulling all way out but as you huff in frustration Eddie spanks your ass hard. 

“Maybe you’ll remember this next time you flirt with someone—”

“N-No, Eddie! I swear I wasn’t—”

“Shut. Up.”, he growled as he tiled forward bringing your legs with him practically folding you in half. “We see you everywhere, Y/N. With your teacher after school, with Mandy Coleman watching a movie…”

This time when he guided himself inside you again, the metalhead thrusted with his purpose as he continued. 

“Home alone—fuck—having dinner at your table…in your bed while you sleep…”

The notion had a soft whimper leave you and Eddie laughed through his teeth. 

“You really are a freak, aren’t you, sweetheart? You like this…us appearing wherever you are…taking you whenever we want… Tell me then, baby, why do you fight it?”

“I-I-I don’t…”

Your answer seemed to infuriate him as his eyes darked and a loud grumble emitted from his throat. 

“Then why did you let him sit beside you at the party?”, he hissed as his pace and intensity began to quicken. “Why—mmph—did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie—”

“YES YOU DID! DO YOU THINK WE’RE PLAYING AROUND, Y/N!?”

Your eyes roll as the bed shakes and as Eddie pushes up onto his knees, his teeth bite into your calf as you scream so loud even Steve shoots forward to cover your mouth. Your legs tremble as you cum and he came off you with a syrupy pop to heal your wound. After dropping both your limbs, he tilts over you as he pounds his hips hard. 

“What we did to that little fucker, Y/N, is nothing compared to what we will do if we have to have this conversation again. Do you understand me?” Weakly, you nod as Steve lifts his palm out of the way. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper. 

“No, you’re not. Not even close. When I’m done using you we’re—shit—we’re going to ask you some questions. If you lie to me even once, Y/N, I swear to God—”

“I won’t…I won’t, I swear. Please, Eddie, just cum. I need to feel it.”

At your request, his head hung as his pace stuttered as he hastily pulled out and his release warmed your tummy. 

After a couple of minutes of heavy panting, Steve freed you from your binds and gave you more water as the long-haired boy appeared with a rag to clean you before tugging a clean shirt over your head. 

“Scoops Ahoy.”, you say matter-of-factly as your fingers glide along the material of Steve’s old uniform. 

“It’s the only thing I have at the moment that will fit you.”, he mumbles as he takes a seat in his desk chair. “I don’t mean that in like a derogatory way. I just haven’t been able to get or set aside clothes I know you’d be comfortable in.”

You smile at the brief bit of kindness that flows from his lips before Eddie steps forward with his arms folded to remind you that they weren’t finished with you just yet. 

“Did you know your dad was a hematologist, Y/N? Did you know he studies blood?”

“I knew he was a doctor but I didn’t know of what. He doesn’t talk about that stuff at home…when he decides to come home…”

“He doesn’t tell you anything at all?”, he asks incredulously.

“I’m an artist and my mom is a counselor. What reason would he have to talk about that stuff.”

“Where was he during the earthquake?”

“What does that have to—?”

“Because I fucking asked!”, Steve shouted. “Don’t let this calm interaction fool you, honey. We are much stronger and more unhinged than we were a few months ago. You and your family are lucky we haven’t just ripped you apart!”

Your eyes widen at his outburst as you try to overcome the fear to answer their question.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie—”

“I swear, Eddie, I’m not. W-When the earthquake hit my mom and were asleep. He said he had to work late that night and didn’t come home till a few hours after. We-We tried to drive to the lab but soldiers wouldn’t let us out of the neighborhood.”

“Do you believe her?”, the pretty boy asks and you sigh in relief when Eddie finally nods. “Your father isn’t at your house right now. Where is he?”

“Is that where you went? To my house?”, you ask with a shake in your tone. “Did you hurt my mom?!”

“SIT. DOWN.”, the metalhead bellows and you immediately listen. “No, we didn’t but we did go through your father’s office. Have you ever been in there?”

“No…he-he keeps it locked.”

“Hm. Well now you can know why.”, Steve replied with distain as he reached behind him before tossing a manila folder your way. 

Along the tab written in black marker were the words “Project Sunlight” and as you opened it you covered your mouth to hide the shock when pictures of Eddie and Steve were front and center. As you skimmed the writing, tears began to fall as you recognized your dad’s handwriting on every page you flipped through. 

“Steven Harrington-bit in abdomen by bat like creatures referred to as ‘demobats’.

Edward Munson- bites along cheek, pectorals, abdomen

Both have laceration scars around their necks, Mr. Munson has some as well around his wrists and ankles. Bite wounds healed but scars remain. 

With permission of Mr. Harrington, any other wounds seem to heal quickly. 

Scalpel (X)

Knife(X)

Razor (X)

Tasers (X)

Bullet(X)

Sunlight (able to be in it but in short bursts; too long and it hurts them (see experiment 329).

Mr. Munson woke up today, tried giving him regular food, threw up. (See experiments 490-530)

IV of blood seems to keep them alive but they still crave… 

Mrs. Y/L/N has managed to continue to make them believe that they can survive without blood as long as they ‘fight’. Advised to me both men wish to retain their ‘humanity’ even thought that seems gone.  If we can continue to make them believe taking a human life is to their detriment may avoid another Henry Creel situation. At least until we can figure how to kill them if we need to.

Chief Hopper and Wayne Munson negotiated to have both boys return to ‘normal life’. 

Lab approved so we can watch their progress.”

“I…I don’t…”

“You d-d-don’t…?”, Eddie mocked as he smacked the papers from your hands and searched through them till he found what he was looking for. “Experiment 501, fruit, 502, water, 503 sugar… Your dad and the other doctors snuck food into my body anyway they could making me so sick I genuinely thought I was gonna die.”

“Experiment 314, stabbing me multiple times with sharp objects while I was tied to chair.”, Steve growled. “The Mr. Harrington permission crap? Yeah, not me. My dad gave them permission before taking my mom and running out of town.”

“You want to know the best part, Y/N?”, the metalhead hissed like a snake as he bent down to your level with his hands on his knees. “No one…tried to comfort us… After every experiment they tortured us with…NO ONE told us everything would be alright or that soon it would all be over. Your mother was the closest to a calm voice we got and she told us constantly that these experiments were not only to help us but the people we loved…so we wouldn’t kill or hurt them. They made us believe we were monsters who needed to be subdued. That we needed to suffer just a bit longer till they found a cure.

They weren’t looking for a cure. They were studying us... and guess what, baby girl? We aren’t alone.”

Eddie handed you another sheet of paper with notes your father had taken scribbled on a piece of paper with the hospital’s insignia at the top. 

“Y/N Y/L/N—puncture wounds in neck; assailant unknown

Symptoms—lightheaded, dizzy, fatigue, nausea, fainting, soreness at site of wound

I haven’t seen either Munson or Harrington nor has my daughter subject mentioned any interactions them. Will follow progress. 

48hrs later wound on neck and pain completely gone

How??

Watched her eat human food with no similar side effects as the others. 

Wife and I need to speak with the head of the lab outside of town to see what protocol we should follow or if we should be safe and bring subject in for additional testing.”

“I guess they decided you were fine…or maybe he’s still studying… So I ask again, Y/N, where is your father?”

Feeling overwhelmed, the tears fully begin to fall as you struggle to catch your breath.

Descending onto your knees, Eddie catches you right as you throw your head back and scream.

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@debkk16 @myherometalhead @veemoon @hardladyheart @moonlightseranade @iloveyou987123 @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes

[ash5monster01]

hii, would you write a second part of "not what i expected"? i would love to know about that date. it's completely fine if you don't want to, thank you for reading this and have a nice day :)

Not What I Expected Pt. 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, body image issues, opposites attract, heavy flirting, lots of nerves, no use of y/n, kinda cheesy

Summary: After meeting at Robin's party, you actually find yourself going on a date with the one and only King Steve. Yet this time, he really proves he's nothing like the guy you'd thought he would be.

word count: 2.5k

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Part 1 ←

You shake out nervous hands as you sit beside Robin on the front porch. When you had told her about the date, you were shocked to find she wasn't all that surprised. You had hoped for a reaction other than acceptance because then you could at least justify that this was a little crazy. Instead you now felt the heavy pressure of a first date and were unsure what to do about it. Worries swirled around in your mind as you thought about how all of this could go, how Steve could discover this was some big mistake he made while under the influence. That you really were nothing but a bigger girl with a vibe completely different from his own. 

"Chill out, it's just Steve," Robin snorts and you roll your eyes because of course she would say that. Just Steve, yeah right. He was King Steve, legend of Hawkins High, and the coolest guy you knew. Or at the very least, knew of. 

"Robin it's not just that. I have never been on a real date before and now I'm going out with a guy who went on three dates last week. Excuse me for being nervous," you argue, voice sharper than intended, and her eyes widen. She hadn't considered this because of how normal she now saw Steve, but there was a lot of truth to your statement.

“Well just be yourself, Steve doesn’t ask just anybody on a date. No matter how much he’s had to drink, plus you look amazing,” she praises, eyeing the outfit you two had put together. The colorful long skirt that hung from your waist, a white knot top with long flared sleeves, accentuating your breasts and the pile of necklaces clasped around your neck. Some white chucks you borrowed from Robin were tied tightly on your feet and the large tote bag held hopefully any item you’d need for a date you had no idea about. 

“Do you know any of his moves or something, that way I can at least be somewhat prepared?” you ask with a sigh and Robin thinks it over, considering all the conversations she’d ever had with the boy about dating. Ticking away precious seconds until he arrives.

“Sadly no, but Steve isn’t anything to be scared of. His reputation is much different from the gentle giant he is so take a breath,” she says and you sigh because she had offered no help at all. Yet you don’t have time to worry because the boy’s BMW is pulling to a stop in Robin's driveway and your heart falls to the bottom of your stomach. 

“Evening ladies,” he offers a devilish grin as he steps out of the car. He wears tight jeans paired with a polo shirt and puffer vest. He is dashingly handsome, especially the way his big hair swoops on his head. He’s almost too preppy to be walking around with a girl like you. You could see the looks now, wondering how a popular boy was spending his time with the hippie type like you. 

“Hey dingus, glad you showed,” Robin teases but it does nothing to ease your nerves as you push up from the porch step. Steve eyes you carefully, throat bobbing when he drinks all of your figure in. It brings a blush to your cheeks and you almost feel embarrassed over all of it. 

“You look even more beautiful than last night Rhiannon,” he praises and you offer a kind smile, pushing the straps of your bag over your shoulder. Last night had been easier to talk to him when you had a few drinks in you, now you wished you had at least taken a shot before this. 

“Thanks Steve, you ready?” you ask and he nods, arms gesturing to the car that you walk towards. He follows you around, opening the door and smiling as you duck into the front seat.

“Bye Robs, don't wait up!’ Steve grins as he jogs back around and Robin flips him off as he hops in the driver's seat and slams the door closed. It doesn’t go unnoticed that a Fleetwood Mac cassette plays in the car's stereo, but Steve just wears his signature grin and pulls out of the driveway. 

“So, care to share where we’re going?” you ask carefully, trying to keep your voice from shaking and mask how nervous he actually makes you. When his big brown eyes glance over at you, it takes everything to keep your breath from shuddering. 

“Surprise,” is all he says and you’re quick to roll your eyes. He glances as you dig into your tote bag, freeing an eyeliner pencil before flipping down the visor and touching up some of your makeup. He had never dated girls who had used such dark eye looks, only ones who used pinks and had a soft look to them. Your makeup is daunting, sexy, alluring, and yet he can still feel the softness radiating from beside him. 

“How come we never knew each other in school?” Steve asks, certain he would have noticed you before but maybe he was wrong. In high school he ran with the wrong crowds and had an ego that was blinding. He wanted to believe he had noticed you before but old Steve had no idea how much real beauty was in the world. 

“We did, or at least I did. We had Chemistry together your Junior year, I sat behind you and could never read the board over that hair of yours,” you inform him, stomach clenching a little because back then nothing was better than sitting next to The King and now here you were in the front seat of his car disappointed over it instead. 

“You should’ve kicked my chair, at the very least to get me to look at you,” Steve says earnestly and his words soften the sting only a little. You remind yourself of the different guy he was last night, the kind who gave your friends a taste of what it was like to be cool, and looked after Fred when he drank too much. 

“Yeah but I’m glad this Steve saw me and not him,” you say and it’s the first earnest compliment you’ve given him. There were still parts of the King you saw in there but most of them had faded, leaving behind a man who loves big and hard for the people in his life. Someone a little broken and just trying to get by like everyone else.

“Me too, the Steve from highschool would've never appreciated you the way I do,” he responds, eyes dropping over your curved form and a blush is on your cheeks in an instant. As far as you were aware, Steve had only ever dated skinny girls, but the hunger in his eyes suggested he wanted a taste of something more. 

“Okay mister, eyes on the road. I’d like to make it to this surprise alive,” you say as you flip the visor up and sink back into the seat as he releases a real and genuine laugh. It’s the first time your heart has eased since he arrived and you realized this date could actually be fun if you just gave it a chance. Gave him a chance. 

You’re about two towns over when he finally pulls the car into park. You scan your surroundings, the various cars parked amongst his, and the bright flashing lights coming from the building beside it. When he cuts the engine you can hear the faint rumbles of Lynyrd Skynyrd come from inside and you realize he had planned a date catering to you and not himself. 

“What is this place?” you ask, desperate to know more and a little excited to get inside and explore. Most clubs wouldn’t let you in because of your age but this seemed promising. 

“It’s called the Underground. A few months ago Eddie Munson brought Dustin in to see his band play a gig, I about freaked when I found out but when I picked his ass up I thought the place was pretty cool,” he explains and the image of a frustrated Steve scolding Eddie of all people and dragging Dustin out by his collar makes you crack a smile. 

“I thought you were the kind of guy who only listened to Tears for Fears or Foreigner,” you grin and Steve shrugs admiring how pretty you look in the setting sun shining through his windshield. 

“Yeah but you like bands like Fleetwood Mac and The Allman Brothers so I figured I would bring you here,” he returns and the sentiment makes you want to hug him. It’s the kindest thing somebody has ever done for you and the excitement surges through your veins. When you both step out of the car you can hear Free Ride by Edgar Winter Group playing and the urge to talk and dance seemed better than ever. 

It didn’t matter you both had to get X’s drawn on your hands to show you were under 21, and that the cigarette smoke was a touch too much, because the dim lights and loud music paired with Steve’s hand on your waist couldn't be any better. He guides you to a table where you both sit comfortably and a waitress drops two Coca-Cola’s in front of you both. You eye the band covering an Eagles song before taking a sip.

“So, is the surprise good?’ Steve asks and you grin as you look at him. Most girls would hate being taken to a dingy and gross bar, the floors sticky and creepy men a few beers too deep. For you though, it was perfect and Steve had somehow figured that out in less than twenty four hours of knowing you. 

“I love it, I would have pegged you for an Enzo’s guy,” you tell him and Steve chuckles. Normally he would be but he realized how unfeeling all those dates had become. A chore and the same motions every time. He wanted something real. 

“Yeah normally I am a candlelit dinner guy but I also make minimum wage at a video store so I don't have deep enough pockets for Enzo’s. I figured I could save that for our second date,” he raises his eyebrows and you giggle at the suggestion. This date had barely even started and of course he was already planning the second one. 

“I’m a burger and fries kind of girl anyway,” you tell him and a flash of admiration crosses his face. He knew you were different but he also hadn’t processed how similar everyone was before. He liked this feeling, it was refreshing, and the first time he had been genuinely excited about dating since probably Nancy. 

“You think there could be a second date?” he asks and you smile, picturing yourself in a nice dress across from him at a dimly lit table. More comfortableness and a fondness for the other, maybe desire based on the way your feet keep nudging under the table. It’s a fantasy but there is also something real about it. Something that could be real after tonight. 

“Maybe, we’ll have to see how the rest of the night goes but so far so good,” you tell him and he grins a million watt smile as you take another sip of your Coke. 

It’s good music and good conversation, the boy across from you proving more and more there was more to him than expected. For example he was obsessed with Indiana Jones and secretly wished to be just like him, he also loved any song by the Carpenters, and tuna noodle casserole was his favorite meal. He spent five minutes defending it after seeing your disgusted face but you still wouldn't budge. Time passes by quickly and the more you talk the more comfortable you become. Soon the band takes a quick break and the sound of the Juke Box replaces their instruments. Everything I Own by Bread begins to play, soft and melodic in the once loud bar. 

“You want to dance?” Steve asks, spotting both your empty drinks on the table and you look to the quiet dance floor, breath catching in your throat. No one else here seemed like the type to dance to a slow song, all their eyes on you. Yet the hopeful look in his eyes and brush of his fingers reaching for your own makes you swallow your pride. 

“Sure,” you answer, voice a little shaky, and Steve smiles as he helps you to your feet. He holds your hand the whole way to the dance floor and when you reach the middle he pulls you close. You steady yourself as both his hands fall to your hips, trying not to focus on the love handles or rounder parts of your body he hasn’t felt before. 

“I always loved this song,” Steve admits in a whisper due to the close proximity and you smile softly at him, gazing up into his eyes and discovering that throughout the night you had started to see less of the King and more of just Steve. A simple guy who just loved his friends and having a good time. It was no wonder Robin had become so fond of him. 

“Me too,” you tell him and he looks at you softer than he has all night. You normally would become nervous under his gaze but this time you don’t. This time you see how he looks at you, like you’re something real, and it’s the most beautiful you have ever felt. 

“Rhiannon?” Steve says quietly, the nickname rolling off his tongue and you hum in a response, waiting for him to continue. “Can I kiss you?” 

Freezing for a moment you mull over the words, a different kind of nerves licking up your spine but also a cluster of butterflies exploding in your stomach. Steve Harrington had just asked to kiss you and more surprising than that, you wanted him too. 

“I’d like that,” you say and he wastes no time ducking his head and pressing his lips softly against your own. He continues to sway you along the dance floor but also his lips move against yours, precise and passionate. You can still taste the faint Coke flavor left on his lips, sugary sweet paired with the mint of his toothpaste. Your arms slide up from his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him deeper and allowing his tongue to slip past the seam off your lips. Fire ignites in your stomach and your body feels a hundred things at once all from a simple kiss with Steve. It’s then you realize there was no getting rid of him, his name and taste seared on your heart and stuck there forever. 

“So about that second date?” he says when you break apart for air and you laugh breathlessly, lips a little swollen and eyes glossed over. Steve thinks you’re prettier than ever and you hug him close. 

“Kiss me again and then you’ll find out,” you tell him and he just nods before kissing a bit faster this time and you wish you’d never have to leave this dancefloor ever again. When he pulls away a second time it's no surprise your answer to that second date was a yes. 

[damon-loves-pie]

Very First Date.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader.

Word count: About 5.1k words. 

Warnings: 18+, Reader has a bad date with another guy who kept making sexual advances towards her.(Nothing detailed though.), Steve talks slightly about a fight with his father, reader mentions not having a good relationship with hers either for a moment. (Nothing really descriptive here either.) Other than that, its mostly a FLUFFYYYY PIECE. 

I DID IGNORE THE LAYOUT OF STEVE’S ROOF FOR THE ENDING BECAUSE I WANTED THEM TO LOOK AT STARS. 

Summary:  Steve and the reader are best friends after having worked at Scoops together. Reader went out on a date with a guy which ended horribly and found herself at Steve’s to tell him about it and complain about how she hadn’t had a good date in months. Steve takes matters into his own hands since he’s into the reader and takes her out for a night wanting to remind her how she should be treated by a guy. 

Author’s note: THIS IS MY FIRST STEVE HARRINGTON IMAGINE I HAVE FULLY FINISHED! Usually I would stop halfway through, worried they weren’t going to fit the image I had created in my head. I am feeling a lot better tonight, after having been in the ER the other night. And I’m surprised to be sharing something around 8pm instead of 2 am. 

I did proofread but I’m sorry if I missed something, this was overall just a fluffy imagine I did because I saw a great Steve edit on Tiktok. 

PLEASE CLICK ON MY ACCOUNT AND CHECKOUT MY OTHER WORK, I mostly write for Eddie and can’t add my writing masterlist because I’ve been having issues with being shadow banned. 

But enjoy! 

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Steve was having a horrible night.

His first Friday off in three weeks and he was at home moping alone.

First off you were out on a date with another guy. Not like it actually matters that it bothered him, because you two were just friends and that was it.

But on top of that, Robin canceled on him because Vickie asked her if she was free.

Which don't get him wrong, he was happy for his friend. But fuck did he not want to be alone tonight.

He thought about calling up Linda or Heidi, in the end deciding against it. He was tired of flings that weren't going anywhere.

Little did Steve know though, you were having as bad of night.

The date you were on had to be one of the worst you have ever been on.

You didn't even last past thirty minutes into it.

You told the boy you were heading to the ladies' room and snuck off quickly paying for a meal that wasn't even out yet before leaving.

Driving towards the Harrington home, you were ready to complain to your friends about how horrible another date went.

You felt defeated, like you were done with men.

Partially because the fact most of them were animals, and also just because they weren't the one you wanted anyway.

You wanted the boy who you were heading towards, the boy who felt like home to you when you needed someone to make you feel better.

You wanted Steve Harrington.

But you knew your friendship meant too much to you to even think about ruining it over some stupid feelings you had, so you kept them buried.

Opening the unlocked door you yell out into the home, trying to pinpoint where the two were.

"Steve? Robin?" You ask, closing the door behind you quietly hoping to not scare either of them.

From the kitchen Steve heard your voice, confused as he spread the mayo over the bread of the sandwich he was making.

"(Y/N)?" He questions, because he thought you would be on your date right now.

Steve felt his heart start beating faster as he realized you were here and not on your date, mind racing with different answers to why that might be.

Taking off your shoes and bag you respond to the boy by answering a loud,

"Yes," before leaving your items by the door.

Steve hears your muffled voice through the wall, smiling to himself. He was happy to know maybe he wouldn't be alone tonight. Even if it was just a friend, who he wish would be more.

But it still felt like a win because you were here instead of with some other guy.

"Kitchen." Steve tells you, hearing your steps coming through the hallway into the big kitchen.

You walk in to see him making a single sandwich, not sandwiches, just a sandwich.

"Is that what you're having for dinner?" You laugh confused on how that was going to fill him up. Hopping your body up, you take a seat on the counter behind him.

Steve shrugs, a light blush creeping on his face because he really wasn't expecting to see anyone tonight.

He was down and wanted something simple that didn't take much effort.

"I don't feel like making anything else." Steve says, finishing his meal.  

You giggle lightly as the boy turns around, sandwich small in his big hands. His face still a little red as he took a bite.

"You're going to be hungry again in like an hour." You tell him playfully, watching his eyes twinkle when they meet yours.

Chewing, he took in your outfit.

You were wearing a light pink plaid skirt with a low cut black top.

You looked beautiful to him, the sound of your giggling through the air making him nervous.

Steve shakes the feeling off before shrugging.

"Then I'll order take out." He tells you, chucking slightly before taking another bite.

You nod, understanding. Your eyes roamed around the room to see if you could find any remnants of Robin around.

Not seeing anything you turn your stare back towards him.

"Where's Robin?" You ask him, frowning slightly because you thought they were both off tonight.

You see Steve's body soften a little bit at your question.

"She canceled on me, Vickie asked to see her. Which good for her actually, one of us deserved to have a fun night." Steve answers, taking the last bite of his sandwich.

Steve's heart pound as he brought his eyes back up to yours.

"Are you supposed to be on a date?" He asks you, praying it was canceled and you hadn't gone.

Your body tensed while a sigh slipped your lips, yours legs automatically kicking back and forth slightly.

"That's why I'm here. I wanted to tell both of you how horrible it was, and when I say horrible Steve, I mean horrible." You tell him, shivering at the thought of earlier.

Steve's head popped up a little bit as he tried to not look excited about the fact your date hadn't gone well.

While he was happy for that, he was also wondering what could of made it so bad.

He questioned if maybe he would have to go kick the guy's ass.

"I thought you were out with that one guy from science club? Um, Jackson or whatever." Steve says, smirking internally because he knew the guy's name. But didn't want to seem like he was that important to him.

It's not like he hadn't been questioning the last few days, multiple different times, what that guy had that he didn't.

Meeting your eyes with Steve's, you tap your fingers nervously on the counter.

"Jacob, his name was Jacob." You tell him, watching him nod.

"And I had gone on the date, but god I didn't expect it to go so bad so fast." You finish, cringing as you see Steve's brow crinkle.

"What do you mean?" Steve asks you, arms crossing his chest.

Your body langue continues to be anxious, your feet still swinging as you tilt your head back before taking a deep breath.

"I mean literally not even fifteen minutes into the date he was trying to feel up my skirt. Not to mention all the sexual advances he kept making and nasty things he was saying. The whole situation just made me uncomfortable." You tell him honestly, seeing Steve grimace.

He didn't want you to go out with anyone else, but you didn't deserve that to happen.

"He always seemed so um." Steve speaks, snapping his fingers for the word.

"Innocent?" You finish, watching him nod in agreement.

"That's the word." He says, pointing out a finger.

"That's why I agreed to go out with him, I thought maybe this one wouldn't be a pervert so fast in. Not that I'm even against sleeping with someone on the first date, but fuck at least let us get through dinner." You groan, eyes rolling.

"Did you get through dinner?" He asks while you shake your head.

"No, I told him I had to go to the bathroom then went to the register to pay, leaving to come here. Didn't touch my food or anything since it wasn't out yet." You say truthfully, you didn't want to risk waiting a second longer there.

Steve rolls his eyes playfully.

"You should of left him to pay for it." Steve chuckles, lifting his gaze to yours a smile on his mouth.

"I should of, but I just wanted out of there." You shake your your head, laughing lightly.

"I just want one good date, I legit haven't been a good first date in months." You sigh, looking down at your feet.

Steve sits there for a second staring at you, idea sparking in his head.

You were dressed for a date still, and he was dressed since he was originally supposed to hang out with Robin.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, leaning his head back slightly.  

"What?" You ask him, bringing your gaze to his.

"Are you hungry? Because you're right that sandwich didn't do anything." Steve shrugs, trying to be nonchalant.

You purse yours lips together for a moment.

"I could eat." You nod, watching him lean off the counter.

Steve smiles, nodding.

"Then lets go." He motions, holding his hand out to you.

Raising an eyebrow you take his hand, getting off the counter.

"Go where?" You ask, fixing your skirt.

You were confused on what Steve was doing, we're you two going to go out to eat? Get take out and come back here? What was on his mind, you wondered.

"Let's go show you that there are still good first dates in the world." Steve says seriously, grabbing his keys off the counter.

He decided even if he couldn't officially take you out without admitting his feelings,  he could still show you what it's like. Friends show friends a good time right?

You freeze in place, wondering if you were dreaming.

"First date?" You squeak as he laughs, turning back towards you.

"Yes, date. Come on, friends can take each other out." He smiles at you.

"Now let me show you that even though you will have some bad dates, there will be good ones waiting for you." He finishes, motioning to the front door.

Standing there you see him standing tall, muscles sticking out of his blue stripped shirt while he held the door open for you.

It wouldn't hurt to let him show you a good time you thought.

After all friends can have friend dates, right?

"I guess I'm still dressed for it." You agree, following him as he goes to lock the front door behind you two.

Steve felt himself stumbling slightly to find the key before leading you to the car.

After all he had to make it seem like this wasn't as big of deal to him as it really was.

"Just sit back and enjoy the night because you're right, I have only heard you talk about how bad your dates have been lately. And you deserve a good one." Steve tells you, opening the passenger door for you to get in.

A blush comes across your cheeks while you take a seat.

"Already starting huh?" You tease, smile on your lips.

"Like I said, I'm going to show you a good first date." He smiles, closing the door behind you.

Steve starts driving, eventually pulling into a gas station down the road.

He didn't really need gas for what he had planned, but he needed an excuse to stop to get you something he would get you if he was taking you on a real first date.

"I need to get some gas before we go anywhere." Steve says, hopping out of the car leaving you to wait nervously.

You sat there, hand tapping on your thigh, wondering where tonight was going to take you two.

You've liked him for the past couple of years since working together at Scoops, not that you didn't think he was cute before that.

Just you guys never really spoke before in high school other than some small talk here and there.

You wondered if maybe you should stop this, not wanting to confuse yourself too much by not being able to keep a straight head after this.

You didn't want to lose him over a silly crush.

But you couldn't help but wonder if you should let it play through, because it could possibly be the closest thing you'll get to a real date with Steve Harrington.

Turning your head back towards the opening gas station door, out comes a smiling Steve with an arm behind his back.  

Still smiling he opens the car door, leaning in.

Steve watched your face turn awestruck as he brought his arm around, a single red rose for you in his hands.

He tucks a piece of his hair behind his ear nervously after you take the flower from his hand.

You fingers lightly running over the petals delicately.

"Normally I would of got you flowers before hand, but this date caught me off guard." Steve chuckles, seeing you smile softly.

"Steve, you didn't have t-" You start, getting cut off by the boy protesting you to let the night just happen.

"(Y/N), like I said just sit back and relax and just enjoy the night. That way you'll remember to not settle for anyone's shit during another date you'll have." He tells you, getting out to pump the gas he bought.

Twirling the flower in your hand, you were a giddy mess.

Not even into the actual so called date yet, and it was already one of the best dates you've had.

No one had ever given you flowers on a date.

You've gotten some for a few holidays, after begging for them of course. But you had never experienced anyone willingly wanting to give you something so simple but so special.

Shaking off the butterflies in your stomach, you turn towards Steve after he gets back into the car.

"Thank you for this Steve." You tell him honestly, seeing his eyes glimmer as he starts the car.

Steve's heart exploded at how happy you were about the flower.

He would buy you all the flowers in the world if it meant to see you with that look on your face the rest of his life.

He couldn't wait for the rest of the night, knowing if you enjoyed this then you were going to have a great time tonight.

"Just wait till you see the rest of the date." Steve winks teasingly through the rearview mirror, pulling out of the gas station.

The drive was quiet besides the light humming from Steve as he listened to the music playing through the radio.

Both of you were as nervous as the other, unknowingly of course.

Steve drove out into a small town, smaller than Hawkins, about 20 minutes out.

He pulled into a little ma and pa pizzeria, the red glowing lights shining in the night as you took in the little brick building.

Steve was a gentleman as always, demanding to open the car door for you, which you gladly accepted.

You decided you were going to let yourself enjoy every minute of this, because deep down you hoped maybe he would enjoy it as much as you.

He lead you inside, both of you picking a small little booth in the corner as you waited for a waitress to arrive.

The place was small but cute.

All of the booths were hardwood with white and black checkered floor tiles underneath.

The walls were hardwood as well, red checkered table cloths giving the place a much needed pop of color.

There was even cute hanging lights above each table, giving them all a personal romantic glow.

Bringing your eyes to Steve, you smile.

"How often do you come here?" You ask him softly.

Taken aback a bit, Steve feels nervous wondering if you meant if he brough other dates here.

He wouldn't ever dare to bring anyone else here, besides Robin maybe. But other than that, no one was important enough to bring here other than you.

"By myself? Probably once a week, with anyone else? Never." Steve says honestly, watching your eyes widen a bit.

"Really? How did you find this place then?" You ask him, leaning your chin onto your hand.

Steve nods, taking a look at his hands before picking his arm to rest it on the table.

"It happened a few weeks after graduation actually." He tells you, not wanting to make eye contact.

"I uh had got in a really bad fight with my father about my future, or well lack there of according to him. And I took one of his many checkbooks, thinking about signing me a fat check and just leaving. I started to drive, not really caring about anything just being fueled by anger and ended up stopping here to breathe. Now the rest is history, and I've been coming here ever since." Steve explains, playing with his hands nervously.

He had never told anyone about that night.

Your heart aches for him, not having a good relationship with your parents either.

Not always seeing eye to eye on your future as well.  

"Tell me you at least used his checkbook to buy your dinner that night?" You ask him, placing your hand on his.  

Steve chuckles, bringing his eyes to yours.

"No, but I should have. It would of been the least he could do." Steve smiles, while you give him a light squeeze.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about that?" You say quietly,  intertwining your hand with his.

"I think because until recently, I actually thought he was right." He says honestly, both of your hearts beating fast from the electricity running between your fingers.

You could swear if you let go then lightning would hit the lamp above you.

"Steve your father wasn't right at all, and I'm happy you didn't leave because if you would have then we wouldn't be here, and I can't stand the thought that you might not have came into my life." You tell him truthfully.

If he would of left, you would of been working at Scoops with who knows instead of Steve.

That summer set the path to where you two were today.

"Really?" He asks as you nod.

"Really." You smile, seeing your waitress approaching from the side.

Reviewing the menu took forever for both of you, Steve said everything he had tried previously had been great. And on top of that it was kind of late with it being about 7:30 when you arrived, and both of you not having really ate much earlier didn't help when deciding what to order.

But you two settled on a plate of mozzarella sticks to start with and a medium house special to share with extra green peppers.

The conversation over dinner was alive, no small talk having to happen at all since you two knew each other so well. There were no awkward pauses or laughs, it was fun and energetic.

It was a great change of pace for both of you, since both of you had been on dates that were more than less boring lately.

You two were laughing loudly as you walked out of the restaurant.

The leftover pizza box hugged against your chest while Steve opened your door for you again.

"Steve thank you for sharing this place with me and what it means to you. It was truly one of the better dates I've been on." You tell him as he takes a seat.

Mentally high-fiving himself, he was happy to know you enjoyed what he had planned so far.

But was lowkey hurt you thought that this was all to his date with you.

He looks over, pouting jokingly with a hand over his heart.

"Why are you talking like it's over? We still have more to do till it's done." Steve says, glimmer in his eyes.

"What do you mean there's more?" You ask him, hint of curiosity in your voice, watching the car back out of the parking lot.  

"I mean, I don't only come here for the pizza. There's also an awesome ice cream parlor down the road that has the best malts. Which I know you love right?" He asks, already knowing the answer because you go to the ice cream shop in town every payday of yours.

"You're right, I do love a good butterscotch malt." You laugh, seeing a smile form on his face.

"Yeah so just let me do my thing and make sure you have a fun night okay? I hate to say it but you will probably be getting home late tonight because it's already almost nine." He nods, finger pointing over to the clock on the dash.

"You trying to get me to the spend the night Harrington?"  You joke teasingly, turning your body so your crossed legs were facing him.

He was right, your mom locked the door at ten because she had to be up by four am and didn't want to be awakened by the door slamming.

If you weren't home by then it was up to you to find a place to stay, especially since you got your key privileges taken away years ago because you kept losing them.

Your mom is convinced someone who finds the silver key will somehow know it belonged to your front door.  

"Hey, then it was a good first date." He says playfully, pulling into the gravel drive of what you guessed to be the ice cream shop.

"But yes, more than likely by the time we get home your mom will have the door locked. So you will probably have to crash at mine." Steve tells you truthfully, opening the door to get out of the car.

After looking over the menu you ended up ordering what you and Steve already knew you were going to, a butterscotch malt.

The girl at the window handed you two your malts before you sat down at one of the tables outside.

"So did you find this place the night you found the pizzeria?" You ask him, bringing the straw to your mouth.  

"Uh no actually, I found this a few months later. I came out here to eat one night but decided I still didn't feel like going home so I went exploring the town a little more." He tells you, watching your eyes roll back as you taste the ice cream.

"You've been holding out on me Harrington, you've been coming here for a little over a year and didn't think to tell me their malts are better than ours?" You laugh, pointing your straw at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckles, hands and malt going to the air defensively.  

"So I am really the first girl you brought out here?" You ask teasingly, brow raised.

"You are." He nods, pulling his straw away from his lips.

"I didn't want to take you on any other date I would take anyone else. Especially since I do know you, and know what you like so it's a little easier for me to think of something you would enjoy." Steve says honestly, seeing you blush lightly.

"Steve that is honestly so sweet, and you really don't know how much that means to me." You tell him, watching him stand up.

"Which is why I have one more thing to share with you before the end of this date." He smiles, taking your hand into his to follow him.

"What is it?" You ask him, feeling your heart beat as you talk quietly towards his car.

The feeling of your fingers intertwined for the second time that night, making you want to pass out.

"I didn't tell you anything else we were doing, why do you think I'll tell you now?." Steve chuckles, lifting his face slightly as he bumps his shoulder with yours.

"You're right," you agree while he sets his malt on top of the car so he can open the door.

Both of your fingers lingering when it comes time to let go.

The car ride home felt heavy with tension while you two wondered if you were imagining the tension in the air.

Steve wanted so badly to rest his hand on your thigh, and have you place your hand on top of his to hold him while you two drove back home.

But he wasn't sure if he would be crossing a line.

So he just longed for the feeling of your skin pressed against his.

Driving through Hawkins you glanced over at Steve, confused when his house came into view.

"Just trust me." He tells you, parking the vehicle.

Steve walks past you when you're inside, placing the pizza box on the counter along with the empty malt cups before motioning for you to follow him up the stairs.

Walking up to the hallway of his bedroom, you felt yourself get shaky.

He wasn't trying to get you in bed right?

Not that you would hate to do that, you thought.

But just you thought he would put more effort into it if this was really his goal.

"Steve?" You ask him, slowing your movements behind him.

Steve turns halfway back to see you glancing between him and his bedroom.

"Oh, no no no. It's not like that (Y/N), just keep following me." He chuckles, shaking his head.

He stops at the hallway window, messing around with the screen before it pops off.

"Come on," Steve tells you, placing the screen against the wall before climbing through.

Peering out you felt your heart beat fast as you climbed out onto the flat park of the roof to see Steve leaning back on the tiled roof by the window. Taking a seat next to him you lay down, arms behind your head looking at the stars above.

You two were towards the back of the house, the trees and pool surrounding you.

The reflection of the moonlight bounced off the pool, it was all dark besides the dimmed lights under the water of the pool.

It was peaceful out here, breathing in the fresh air.

"I would come out here during high school to just think sometimes." Steve shares, glancing over.

"It's beautiful, I would of too." You nod, happy he shown you more about him today.

"Well you can come whenever you need, bad date? Come here. Bad day in general? Come here." He shrugs slightly, sighing to himself as he realized the date was soon coming to an end.

"I might take you up on it sometime." You tell him, sitting up to glance down at the pool.

"You know where the spare is, and that my door is always open to you." Steve chuckles, sitting up.

"Is this the last part of the date?" You ask him, bringing your gaze back up to meet his.

"Yeah." Steve nods.

"How about I add something and we go for a swim?" You suggest, tilting your head towards the pool, seeing him raise an eyebrow.

"Are you wanting to go for a swim?" He asks you.

"Yeah, why not? It's a nice night." You shrug, smirking slightly.

"You don't have a swimsuit." Steve reminds you.

"So what? Literally I feel like a bikini is the same thing as my bra and underwear, just different materials." You laugh, standing up to go inside down to the pool.

Pulling off your shirt, you glance down at him.

"You coming?" You ask, seeing him get flustered.

"Ye-yeah" Steve stutters, standing up.

You were right he thought, it wasn't much different besides the materials.

Both of you make it down to the pool, kicking off your shoes before you let your skirt and shirt fall onto the cement.

"Meet you in there Harrington?" You smile, running to jump into the pool.

The water surrounded you as you submerged beneath. Your fingers keeping the air trapped in your lungs while they plugged your nose.

A gasp escapes your lips when you come back to the surface.

Steve was standing there with his shoes and jeans off, nervous about getting it to the water.

"Come on take off your shirt Harrington and get in the water."  You call out teasingly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He laughs, reaching to pull the shirt off from behind his neck.

You start whistling and hollering as his torso becomes revealed, Steve's face turning red for the millionth time that night.

"You're been working out Steve." You tease, watching him jump into the water.

His tall frame disappearing into the water before coming back up.

"Is that way of you saying I look good?" Steve chuckles, shaking his hair like a dog, causing you to squeal from the water hitting you.

"Well duh, I have eyes. I'm not blind." You laugh watching him splash towards you.

Moving quickly, you scream at the cold water hitting your back.

"Hey, hey, hey. I said let's swim, not splash." You screech, trying to swim away.

"I think you're forgetting you're in the water with a guy who was on the swim team." He laughs, following while he splashes you more.

"Steve, stop." You laugh, turning back to splash him.  

The sounds of both of you laughing and the water moving echoes into the open air.

"Never." He jokes, going to grab your arm.

"Steve don't you dare dunk me." You scream, feeling him overpower you while he pulls you close.

The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you distracted you as he pulls you down with him in the water before bringing both of you back to the surface.

"God I hate you Harrington." You laugh, wiping the chorine filled water off your eyes.

"No you don't." Steve smiles, arms still wrapped around you.

"Steve, don't please." You scream again, feeling him spin with you in temptation while your arms automatically wrapped around his neck in fear.

"Okay, I won't. But did you at least have fun tonight?" Steve smiles, arms still holding you as he moves in the water.

"I did. Actually, I think it was the best first date I've ever been on." You say honestly, looking up to his eyes. His wet hair framing his face as his grin widens.

"You really think so?" He asks, looking down at you.

"I do." You nod nervously, feeling your back hit the wall of the pool making you realize you were still really close together.

"I wish it could of been like an actual first date though." You laugh shyly,  one of your hands moving to rest on his chest while the other lingers on around his neck to play with his hair lightly between your fingers.

"Do you want to consider it an actual date?" Steve asks, chest moving harshly up and down under your finger tips.

"Would it be alright if I did?" You ask, biting your lip slightly.

"As long as you would let me take you out again," He smiles, his eyes twinkling while the water droplets rolled down his chest.

"On a date date right?" You ask, smirk forming.

"If I'm being honest, I was treating this as a date date." He tells you.  

"I've liked you for a while (Y/N), but I was nervous about asking you out so I thought this was the only way it would happen." Steve continues honestly, picking you up a little higher.

"I've liked you for a while too Harington, and actually thought the same thing about this date. When you offered I thought this may be my only chance to get taken out by you." You smile, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

"Well how about we make up for lost time starting tomorrow with breakfast?" He asks, bringing his face down closer to yours.

"That works for me." You tell him, grinning into the kiss as your lips connect with his.

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Thank you for reading!  

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So I’ll Take The Night Shift

A/N:  Hello there, I’ve missed you. @allaboardthereadingrailroad thanks for staying on my ass until I finished this. 

Warnings: PTSD, mild horror. semi-dub con(between adults, they're both 18!+), drug use

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized! Reader

Summary: Y/N Henderson cant see herself getting over the horrific events that happened after Halloween anytime soon, and finds companionship in the least likely of places. Set after Season Two, Pre Season 3. 

“Youre young, attractive. You’ve got chemistry, history. Plus, the real shit. Shared Trauma”- Murray Bowman

Nobody talks about what it means to be really scared. They never mention the gut twisting, palm sweating adrenaline rush that comes with near death in your books. 

No, In the books it's always bravery, heroism. 

You fight the dragon, and kiss the prince. 

They never describe the inbetween. About throwing up on your shoes before you battle the dragon, about washing blood and dust and chunks of flesh out of your hair after the prince decides you're really not all that kissable. 

About the bodies, bodies of the people who don't make it to the end. Slain knights don't die in shiny silver armor. They die screaming, and the carnage that's left…it sticks. 

Bob died gurgling, choking on his own blood. The light left his eyes, but the terror didnt. The screams that echo, you can't differentiate them. Were they Joyce Byers’? Or were they more primordial, inhumane and monstrous. Screeching really, nails on a chalkboard, like nothing you’ve ever heard. 

“Y/N” 

“Y/N, Run!” 

“Miss Henderson!” 

You come too with a gasp, one that rips raw from your throat. Eyes snapping open and body jerking awake. 

The flourescent lights of the classroom are too bright, glaringly and painfully so and you reach up, cupping at your eyes with cold, damp fingers . You're spinning, reality slamming into you like a mac truck. 

You hadn't even realized you’d fallen asleep, you’d only closed your heavy eyes for a moment, just to rest them- 

Fuck. 

Oh no

“Miss Henderson,” Starts your fourth period Math teacher, Mr. Llewyn “I suggest you find another place to get your beauty sleep in. Or did you forget that this is going to be on the Final on Friday?” 

The class erupts into a chorus of giggles, taunts and whispers and your face burns bright and hot as you readjust in the hard plastic seat, wishing you could sink through it. Through the linoleum floor and down into the earth's core. 

“Sorry, I um- sorry” you stutter, sounding as stupid as you feel. “I’m sorry, what page are we on?”

“We’re on page 394, keep up. I won't repeat myself so you're just going to have to-” Mr. Llewyn drones on, is a total dick as usual. You wonder if he’d hit that flash he hides in his desk extra hard before he started lecturing.

It's the Wednesday(you’re pretty sure?) before Winter Break, everyones so involved with themself, and their holiday plans that you and your dramatic mid class nap aren't really on their roster, a small blip not worth holding their attention past a laugh. Pulled back by the writing on the chalkboard and the functions of angles and their calculations, if they wanted to pass and graduate in May.

Almost everyone, that is. 

A pair of carob eyes stay on you for longer, and even though he’s seated three rows over, it’s heavy. Questioning. Knowing. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, hard. 

Steve Harrington had never noticed you before, and you really wish he’d go back to pretending you didn't exist. 

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You’re fine, 

You reassure yourself as you stand in the Hawkins High girls bathroom. Blue tile, mold from the 60’s. A row of empty bathroom stalls and a large, long mirror, in which you stare at your reflection. 

Leaning over the porcelain sink, you swallow around nothing. Breathing deep. 

We’re  fine.

Everyone says so. 

The kids, Dustin and his friends who seem to be well adjusted to the interdimensional underworld of Hawkins. You think that’s, like, normal. They couldn't really gauge the level of danger, adolescent brains and all that. 

It’s the adults, and their nonchalance that you cant wrap your mind around.  Sheriff Hopper can't pass his own breathalyzer, but he’s still head of the Town's police force. Joyce Byers is- well Joyce Byers, eternally burnt out, but the fact that they’re so unphased is fucking weird. It’s A-Okay-Kiddo. Under control. It’s in the Government Spooks hands now. 

You’d never really liked Nancy Wheeler. Not in a hateful way, but in the ‘we've been forced together for far too long and never really became friends, way’. You’d never forgive her for stealing the pink cowboy hat that you quite obviously yours at Dustin's ninth birthday. But Nancy had made it a personal goal of hers to butt in on you at every turn. “Are you okay? How are you feeling. I’m here if- blah, blah, blah” 

It’s all going to be fine.

The doctor who had removed your stitches had grinned as he told you of the fact. Healed perfectly, probably wouldn't even scar if you used that special cream and kept it hydrated. 

You run your ring finger over the outer corner of your eyes to collect any smudged mascara and straighten your thick corduroy jacket. 

The lights flicker, the wires in this school are ancient. And electricians nightmare. 

Sirens blare and the emergency lights flash in warning, soaking everything in red. 

You have the urge to slam your fist into the mirror, if only to shatter the girl who stares back. She shouldn't look so calm, she should look shard sharp and fragmented, the way you feel. 

Instead you shrug your book bag back onto your shoulder- the bathroom door slamming closed behind you. Mirror intact. 

You’re not fine.  

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You have to dodge Nancy in the parking lot, of course.  You pretend not to hear her call your name, her fingers interlaced with Jonathen Byers’ as they stand by his hunk of junk. You power walk right by all of, that, straight towards the borrowed minivan you drive to school. 

Its cold, dirty slush covering the ground, the poorly paved school lot’s an ice rink. You, clumsy as all fuck, shouldn’t be allowed to walk in it, much less drive in it. But as previously stated, Hopper was a shit Sheriff and you somehow had acquired a License even though you had no business having one. 

A horn blairs,cursing in the distance and you perk up, keys in Vans lock. Across the lot, there's a commotion- a fender bender no doubt. Shaking your head and climbing behind the wheel, you're just glad it wasn't you. 

It’s not til’ your pulling out, in the line of cars eager to get to the exit but stuck in the one lane that leads to it, that you spot a familiar burgundy BMW. Steve looks stressed, hand pushing through his thick hair as he inspects the damage he’d done to a shitty Toyota. He hadn't even slipped on the slick pavement- no. Steve’s car is still mostly in it’s parking spot- he’d backed out into traffic. 

Your mouth quirks downward. That's not like him…

Honk

Holding up the line is a big no, no. That fact doesn't stop you from rolling down the window and flipping the person behind you the bird. 

Asshole. 

Fiddling with the radio, you land on a rhythmic Blondie song and concentrate on the road and not totaling your Aunt’s car. 

What did you know about Steve Harrington anyway?

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Ever since the Winter Ball, Dustin has spent way too much time in the bathroom. 

Aunt Claudia smiles, laughs it off. It’s just him going through adolescence, you had been even worse. You nod, but secretly wonder if it’s adolescence he’s going through or a complete and total psychotic break, because if so. Same. 

No. Dustin’s sunshine contained; he wasn't lying when he told you that he was okay. Splendid even, spending more time than usual out of the house- he told his mom that he was at Mikes, or Lucas, or the Byers’ but really you know that him and his friends conjugate deep in the woods now, at Hoppers Cabin. Where Eleven is, his long lost friend who just so happened to have telepathic powers. 

You cover your wincing face with the hardback novel that you'd been buried in lately. 

Or at least tried to be. It was kind of hard to immerse yourself in the life of Jesse Reeves and her encounters with the Vampire Lestat. You’d been waiting for this book for over two years, and the words on the page were just that. Words. Flat, black ink scribbles on white parchment. You couldn't fall into it the imaginary world that you so desperately longed to escape into. 

No. 

You were stuck here. 

Blood didn't feel sticky, Mrs.Rice. It felt hot and thin. Dying didn't look like poetry, wasn't pretty. It wasn't even tragic. 

It was just final. 

“This colorful challenger to Sir Gawain turns out to be Sir Bertikal in Disguise”  Alex Trebek’s voice rings out from the television, you curled up on the couch and Aunt Claudia in her recliner. 

“Who is The Green Knight” You call out, finally giving up on your book and closing with a thump. 

The woman on the TV Echos your answer, earning her the daily double and Aunt Claudia gives an impressed little hum. 

“I’m gonna head up to bed” you inform her, standing and stretching your arms above your head.

“It’s only eight” She protests “Is it school? I know finals have not been easy- and graduations right around the corner. I remember how stressful it was, crazy since I'm ancient, I know. But it will be over before you know it, honey pie” 

“No, it’s not Finals- I mean those have been a Bi-” You check yourself when she gives you the side eye “B-Hard time” 

“Nice save. So if it's not school, what is it? Your leg giving you trouble? Doctor Morris was clear about calling if you're still in any pain-” 

Shrugging it off, you avoid the conversation entirely. You’d essentially signed your soul over to the US Government, those confidentiality waivers were no joke. 

Even if they hadn't made you swear not to tell anyone, you don't think you would have told her anyway. Aunt Claudia had always lived in this bubble, eternally happy. Ever optimistic.

You wonder if she would be so jolly if she knew Mews, her beloved orange tabby, had gotten eaten by a portal jumping alien monster that Dustin had tried to domesticate. 

No. She could have her bubble, and you’d continue to envy her for it. 

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It takes threatening Dustin, the promise of physically fighting him and knocking a couple of his brand new pearls straight out of his mouth, for him to let you have the bathroom. 

The showers boiling hot and you stand under the spray until your skins raw and numb, steam filling the room in thick plumes. 

“What’s he doing?”

“Expanding the menu”

A thick near palpable layer of fog veils the junkyard, making it hard to see out of the thin slots in the jimmy rigged armored bus. Your heart rushes in your ears. So loud it's hard to hear the screams of the kids behind you; Dustin, Lucas and Max hollering and hooting. Your own screams are trapped tight in your chest, horror stuck as the bus begins to quake, attacked at all sides, a tin can being bent in. There's a body, pressed against yours, a voice, deeper than the kids- 

“Move! Hold the Door-” 

This is it. This is how you die. A long limb breaks though the barricaded window, sinew and talloned and your body catches up with your brain, your lungs finally releasing pressure, it leaves your throat high pitched and terrified. 

The rusty, scavenged lead pipe in your hands feels paper light. 

What can it do against that?

What can it do, when the creature that scales the roof of the bus opens its face? Snarls like nothing you've ever heard?

You swing the pipe at it anyway.

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The door to your bedroom is pushed open, no preamble-

“Knock much?” You chide at the curly haired boy standing in your doorway, dressed in his He-Man pajamas. 

“I just wanted to say goodnight, check on you, you know?” His tone feels all wrong, too old and too young at once. “See if you need anything. A chocolate milk?”

“Consider me checked on” 

It was sweet, the concern your cousin had shown for you in the past few weeks. Or at least it would've been if it wasn't so annoying. You know why he's there. Know that a part of him, if only to ease your mind, wants to grab his sleeping bag and set up camp on your hardwood floor, as he had in those first few nights after-  

You pretend to ignore the way his gaze focuses on your left calf. A physical reminder of that night, of the lab. Of the carnage. 

You hate it, too. 

Humoring him, you allow him to bring you a cup of overly sweet chocolate milk.

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You used to love to sleep, would waste hours of free time in bed. Dreaming, in any of its forms, was your favorite pastime, and you were good at it. Late to school in the mornings, snoozing in the back room at work on your break.  Sleep eluded you now, the treacherous bastard. Slipped through your fingers like sand, on the good nights. 

And on the bad ones, your dreams had teeth. 

Dustin could only endure the hard wood of your floor for so long, and even then- he didn't feel the way that you did. It was an adventure for him and his friends. A D&D campaign that they won, gained back a party member at that. 

There was no sense of loss for them.

There's a tap at your window, a familiar rhythm. 

The only person that seemed to be as not okay as you were was-

“Y/N? Hurry, I’m freezing my balls off out here” 

Steve Harrington was the last person you ever thought you'd form any kind of bond with, and yet the two of you seemed drawn to each other since that night, since the junkyard. You’d clutched at each other, down in the tunnels. Held on to one and other as you accepted your mortality- 

Turns out it's a hard cord to sever.

“Shh, my aunt’s a light sleeper you maniac” you hiss at him as you let him in, moving aside as he cambers through your window. 

“Not really- she slept through me busting ass the other night” He huffs, as if he knows. And maybe he does 

Maybe that's what these nightly sleepovers had done. 

The cold radiates off of his body, though he’s bundled in a pair of thick sweatpants and a dark blue ‘Hawkins Tigers’ hoodie. It will never get any less surreal, seeing him in your room. Tall and lanky, he almost looks out of place among your sage green walls. The low light from the old stained glass floral lamp on your vanity casting him in a fuzzy glow. 

“You have snow in your hair” you grin, reaching up to brush the fat fluffy flakes away from his chestnut hair. This is what you do now; have Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington over- casually touch him. 

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty bad out there. I still parked down the street, just to be safe” He juts his thumb in the direction of his car, probably parked under the willow near the stop sign. 

“Dustin would have a coronary if he knew you were coming over and not playing Sega with him” you snort, “Take off your shoes, I actually like that rug” 

“Roger, roger” 

It goes how it usually does, the two of you falling into a routine that for all intents and purposes shouldn't exist, it borders on the line of awkward, you don't know if that will ever change. But you can handle awkward, can handle the fact that he still feels like a foreign object in your bed. When the two of you talk about school, your story lines barely overlap.  

The unspoken rule, that you only exist here, in your room. Among the pillows and in between the cluttered bookshelves. 

Usually, you’ll talk about things that would get you locked up in a padded cell, for hours. Bleed away hours, whispering- about the laboratory. About the Demogorgen’s- Steve understands what blood feels like. He isn't a stranger to fear, the kind they just can't get right in books. 

Tonight, he tells you he has a plan. 

The last time Steve had a plan it included a nail spiked baseball bat. 

“I swiped them from my mom, she won't even notice. Her bathroom cabinets overflowing” He holds up a little orange pill bottle with, almost triumphantly. 

“What are they?” your inquiry is hesitant as you eye him. A joint every now and then? Fine. Getting black out at an after homecoming party, okay. Random pharmaceuticals from Steves moms stash?...

“Xanax” he answers, nonchalant as ever before reading off the warnings label. Dizziness. Addiction. Risk of Overdose- “Drowsiness, Bingo. I for one, would like to actually get some sleep tonight”

You, are still not completely sold, and voice as much. 

“Look, my mom pops these like candy, and we’ll only take the suggested amount” He explains, cucumber cool and convincing. 

“Are you trying to peer pressure me?” you try to keep it serious, you really do. 

“Maybe. Why? Is it working?” he’s too charming for his own good. You’d always heard people say that about him, said charm had never been turned on you before 

You’d survived literal hell on earth. 

What could one little pill hurt? 

The two of you share a grin, he shakes out two tiny off white tablets and hands you one, you take them with the chocolate milk that Dustin had left on your vanity.

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Being with Steve feels like dreaming, with or without drugs involved. 

The two of you lie side by side, pressed against each other; shoulders, hips, he’d chuckled earlier and pulled your leg over both of his, your thick thigh blanketing his. 

The glow in the dark stars on your ceiling swirl, and you trace the made up constellations with your eyes as Steve begins to trace the soft supple skin of your leg with his fingers. 

“Does it still hurt?” His fingertips ghost over your calf. Over the long, mostly healed gash. He asks it, alot. Everyone does. 

You never know how to answer them. Even though its clean, stitches removed, you can still feel the jagged gate digging into your skin. Can still hear the sirens. Can still see the flickering lights of the dying Laboratory. 

“Kinda” you answer instead and Steve nods like he gets it.

And maybe he does. 

“I can't believe we're alive” Steve always says the things you're too scared to. He gives voice to the thoughts in your head.

You reach for his hand, the one that's creeping dangerously high up on your thigh, playing with the pink hem of your too short pajama shorts. Link his fingers with your own. 

“”Do you ever think about why? Why we’re alive, like, we all should be dead. Realistically, we shouldt have made it outta there. And its- like- is is it fate? Was it just luck? I know we've talked about it before but I really…I don't know. Anything, Anymore” you babble admittance, holding Steves hand, all of the panic and tear inducing fear that came with the subject gone, 

It’s beyond odd. 

Steve squeezes your hand “I got in an accident today” 

“Awe, I saw. I'm sorry” you cajole, head turning so you can look at him, lip jutted out “You have good insurance, right?”

“Yeah, my insurance is fine” he huffs out what might be a laugh “I ugh, thought I saw something in my rearview. I mean I obviously didn't, but yeah. I wasn't paying attention and-” He makes overly animated crashing sounds with his mouth. 

You don't laugh. 

“I see things too. Sometimes” 

It sits in the air. A realization. An acknowledgement- a partnership. A lifeline. Its hangs about, settles into your bones. 

Turnes electric in your veins. 

You let Steves had wander between your legs. 

This was inevitable, you think as he reaches over, pressing his too plush lips to yours. Unbelievable, but coming on like a freight train. 

Whatever the two of you had gone through that night had made you both magnetic, opposite poles forever attracted to each other. 

“Steve” you whisper, head floating. The drugs. Him. You can't think straight and you let out a delighted giggle at the prospect. No more thinking straight. No more thinking, 

He buries his head in your neck, his breath coming out in short scorching pants as he works you over through the front of your panties “Shh, just feel good. I can make you feel good” 

Hips shifting, following his movements, you know that maybe you shouldn't be doing this. Maybe your first time with Steve, your first time doing anything like this at all, shouldn't be in a Xanax induced haze but…you just want to feel something. Something good. 

Steve is good and sweet and soft as he peels you out of your pajama bottoms, his big brown eyes locked with yours as he helps you wiggle out of your panties. You feel bare, exposed, close your thighs in embarrassment when comments on how cute the little white bow is. 

“It’s okay, this is gonna feel really good. I promise” 

The gutted sound he makes when he drags his fingers over your lips spears you right the the gut, when he whispers to you about how wet you are, you mimic that sound right back at him. 

There's a lot the books you'd always escaped in didn't get quite right. 

You're fully unprepared when Steve presses in, knuckle deep. When he fucks you, with his fingers. Slow, playful and then something more.

“Holy fuck” you gasp, and he coos at you. Kissing at your chin as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Closer. More. He’s already on top of you, but it doesn't feel like nearly enough.

“There you go” He soothes, as you ride his fingers. Deeper. Faster. 

“Please, Steve” you whine quietly. Overwhelmed, your entire groin burning something sweet and painful. 

You'd be embarrassed of the sounds later, of the wet sloshing and teeth clattering. 

You grab his free hand, the one that had been doing a number under your sweater and press it to your mouth. You need help being quiet. It's okay. Steve always helps. 

His fingers curl, and that it. That’s it. 

You gasp around the warm flesh of his hand, shaking. Seizing. Almost blacking out as your pussy sucks his fingers in deep, spasming around them tight as a vice. 

It’s bliss. You understand why they call it the petite mort now. 

The small death. 

You’d look death in the face before and yeah, it was a lot like this. All consuming. Mind warping.

He stays on top of you, a glorified weighted blanket. Protection. Keeping your body safe within his own. You’re not okay, but neither is Steve. And in the dark, intertwined, it's not such a terrifying thought.

When you fall into a dreamless slumber, it's all night. The first full night of sleep you’d had since November. 

So, your girl took a year long hiatus but I’m back! Hoping to post more Stranger Things as the season 4 premiere date inches closer. 

[schlattsdoll]

Can you pls do anything steve harrington I don't care I just need a new steve fic maybe y/n comforting him when he's upset. Something angst/ fluffy please and thank you!

trophy child- s. harrington

:paring: steve harrington x fem!reader

:warnings: minors dni, we gonna dive into steve’s obvious daddy issues so strap in, mentions of neglect & depression, stancy slander, steve having the emotional backbone of a chocolate eclair, you’re responsible for your own media consumption!!

being with steve wasn’t as glamorous as everyone thought. the once king of hawkins high was deep down a broken and scared kid. no one saw him for who he really was, even his parents.

constantly away from home for important events, steve felt like he was just something for his parents to brag about, but not care about. despite not being a star at much, he was a trophy child.

at one point he gave up even saying when he had his house to himself, the parties no longer filling the void. there was no use anyways, he didn’t like many of the people from high school anymore and his kids actual friends were all underage.

it got so bad that one day he just didn’t show up to work. he told robin he was sick but she had a feeling he just had enough of being used. he felt used by nancy, thinking she actually loved him, used by his parents to show off to their friends, even used by dustin at times for his car.

when you pulled up to his house, you saw his car in the driveway but all the lights were off. you sighed and pounded on the door. “stevie!! lemme in!!” you were the one person he actually wanted to see, and even your voice wasn’t enough to cheer him up.

he pulled himself out of his bed, fluffy hair messed up and old sweater scrunched up. “didn’t know you were comin’. didn’t feel good today.” he pulled open the door, his voice still raspy as if he was asleep or crying. his nose was red and eyes puffy, leaving your heart to drop a little. “you know i’m here for you, dingus.” you bring a hand up to wipe a stray tear he hoped you wouldn’t see.

“don’t wanna get you sick.” he mumbled into his sleeve and you rolled your eyes at the tall brunette. “i know you’re not actually sick stevie, talk to me. please?” steve sighed deeply and let you inside. you followed him to his bedroom where he closed the door and pulled you close to him. bags of snacks and things you brought for him falling to the floor as you went towards his bed.

you heard a muffled “am i good enough?” in your shoulder as you ran your nails through his hair. “steve, of course you are. you are more than enough. you are the best boy ive ever met.” he sits up and pulls you away enough to see you. “you may be the only one who thinks that angel.” he let out a small pitiful laugh.

“stevie, i mean it. i’ve been in love with you for as long as i can remember. longer than we’ve even been together. you’re so kind, sweet and caring. you’re a great role model for dustin and mike, you make me laugh and smile even when i feel the worst. i’m sorry that your parents ignore you and i’m sorry that nancy broke you down even more. i love you steve harrington, let me help you see how amazing you really are.” you held his face in your hands, looking deep into his sad brown eyes. his fingers played with the rings on your hand as you spoke. you kissed him gently and he hugged you tighter than ever before.

“thank you y/n.” is all he said as you slowly wiggled out of his grip and got up to change into one of his shirts and out of your jeans. “what’re you found baby?” he tilted his head like a confused puppy when he saw you walk to his closet and shimmy out of your tight pants. “i’m not leaving until we get you to see how amazing you really are so i might as well get comfortable.”

the night was spent wrapped up in his arms, watching movies he took from work and pampering him. “you are the best thing that’s happened to me angel. thank you baby.”

“anything for my best boy.”

[sunnylands-world]

Ladies And Gentlemen Joe Keery

[harringtons-cupid]

I'm in control sir - Joe Keery x Fem!Reader

➻wc. 3.2k

➻Warnings 18+: Clothes ripping, knife kink, edging kink (kind of) , Sir Kink, handcuffs. Creampies, female orgasm. Mouth gag.

➻Tagged: @sweet-villain @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @harrys-four-nipples @urlbitchin @joejoequinnquinn @oo0lady-mad0oo @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme @corneliuswatkins

I wrote this with the help of @2-manyfandoms21 & is based off THIS

Joe had always been adventurous in bed, he had grown quite the reputation. Not just because of his size.

You knew who he was, your friends were obsessed with his acting. You didn’t see what all the fuss was about.

He frequently visited the club you worked at, your friends would sit at the bar and giggle. Pretending that they were here for you but you knew they weren’t.

His crowd would over tip and reserve the VIP section at the back, one night your manager instructed that you be their waitress for the night. Groaning, you walk over and stand furthest away from their table.

“What can i get for you guys?” Your voice was bored and dry, tapping your foot impatiently as you looked at them emotionless.

The group began listing off their drinks, watching as you scribbled quickly on your notepad.

“Oh you’re quick at that, I wonder what else you’d be quick at” one of the guys jeered, elbowing his friend and laughing loudly.

You fake laughed and rolled your eyes, as you walked away to retrieve their drinks. You heard Joe speak firmly to them.

“Yo, don’t speak to her like that. She’s just doing her job and so just respect her man” he sounded irritated but spoke firmly.

They muttered something that you couldn’t hear, smiling to yourself as you began preparing their drinks.

Focusing on the list in front of you, you didn’t notice that a tall figure was standing at the bar until they stood in the light covering your list. Annoyingly you sighed and began to look up with an attitude when you locked eyes with him.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologise for my friend over there. I’m just glad he didn’t say anything worse, it was disrespectful and I’m sorry” he smiled at you softly, his hand sliding across to touch yours across the bar.

“Ahah, well thank you but I’m used to it” you brushed him off, your stomach fluttering unable to take your eyes off him.

Shaking off those feelings, you realised that he probably said it to all the girls and slid your hand away from him. Turning around to make their drinks, the barstool clattered from the weight of someone sitting down.

As you carried the drinks to the tray, you jumped in shock as he was sat observing you. Smiling nervously, you watched him slid his hand under the tray and began to walk back to the table.

Unable to mutter a word, you stood in amazement as he began to walk back. Allowing you to place the other drinks on the tray.

“You know, you shouldn’t have taken the tray off me” you hissed, slamming the drinks down onto the tray in front of him.

“Oh yeah? Is there anything else I’m not allowed to do?” He smirked, leaning forwards and whispering close to you.

You shuddered, as your eyes locked with his you grew more curious of him. Opening your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by your friends who were squealing at the sight of Joe.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before moving away of the bar, winking at you as he wondered over to your friends. They were frantically grasping for any thing that resembled a piece of paper.

Laughing as you poured the rest of his drinks onto the tray, lifting it above your head and walked past him. His eyes drifted onto your body, knocking his signature off the piece of paper. Your friend growled with jealously as they followed his gaze, you were bending over the table as you placed their drinks on the table.

Walking back to the bar, you smirked at him before disappearing into the back. When you returned he had moved his position at the table to face you, your friends were sat crowding the lower end of the bar.

''He keeps looking this way'' your friend giggled, hiding their face as they turned to gaze at Joe.

You smirked to yourself, knowing that he was only looking at you. The whole night flew by, you personally waited Joe's table. As you stood and took their orders, his hands would lightly brush against yours.

He wasn't drinking as much as his friends, mainly ordering soft drinks.

As you began to tidy up from the rush of the crowd, your friends still excitedly chatting about Joe. There was a sudden squeal of noise as a figure hovered over the bar, leaning towards you. Lifting your head up to look, you blushed instantly.

''Can I help you sir?'' you smirked,

''Oh you definitely can, if you call me that again'' he smirked, his eyes full of lust and trouble. His chains dangling around his neck with his white shirt touching the bar.

Your cheeks flushed red as his eyes traced your face, reaching further until your lips met. He pecked your lips softly and removed himself from the bar, winking at your friends and mumbling “ladies” before returning to his seat.

Flustered in shock you moved away from the bar, picking up some new stock and disappearing into the back. As you struggled to reach the top shelf, the door behind swung open.

Someone hovered behind you, their arms reaching above you as they lifted the box up to the top shelf for you. Toppling backwards into their torso, you noticed their white sleeves.

“Urr, you’re not allowed in here” you stumbled on your words as you looked up at him, he was smirking at you once more.

You suddenly felt so pathetic, your friends had drooled over this man for a while but you never saw the attraction. Until he was stood in front of you, grasping your cheeks with two hands and kissing you.

His lips were soft and plump, his tongue edging to be inside your mouth. Making you melt at his touch, kissing him harder as if your life depended on it.

A soft moan escaped your mouth, startling you apart. Your cheeks were burning red, touching your lips with his fingers as you sheepishly looked at him.

“I think I should go” you mumbled, taking one last look at him before disappearing through the double doors.

He reappeared a few moments after you, keeping your head down you pretended to clean a ‘dirty’ spot on the bar.

Your friends muttered to themselves as their eyes followed the room Joe just came out off, their eyes raised at you with a smirk.

“I know where you just were” your friend sneered, leaning over the bar towards you.

“Me? Yeah I was in the back room taking stock” you blushed, the thoughts ‘deny it, deny it deny it” floated around in your head.

“Oh yeah? With Joseph?” She smirked at you, scanning your face for answers.

“Joseph?” You questioned, turning around to face the alcohol bottles. Mumbling “fuck” under your breath.

Your friend rolled their eyes and resumed their conversation with the group, knowing that you wouldn’t admit it.

The night settled down, your friends rushed over to Joe’s group. They were all as drunk as each other, as you tidied the bar and closed it up. You noticed that he was sat on one of the bar stools, sipping the remainder of his drink.

“What are you doing after this?” He broke the silence, his eyes focusing on you and his lips pursed around the straw.

“Me? Uh, nothing probably going to go home and order a Chinese. You?” You steadied your nerves, biting your cheek to stop smirking.

You heard him hum to himself and slide his glass towards you, the bar stool grated against the floor and you heard him walk away.

Feeling slightly disappointed that he didn’t put up a fight, you watched him pull one of his friends aside and they began whispering. Within seconds, that friend was leading both groups out of the bar. Your friends waved at you happily before they disappeared outside.

Leaving you and Joe alone in the dimly lit bar.

“So, how are you getting home tonight darling?” His arms leaning either side of the bar as he watched you clean up.

“Oh, I was probably going to get the bus and then train” you smiled at him, sorting the last little bit left.

“Hmm, well I could drive you” he dangled his keys in your eye line and winked.

“You’d drive me?” Your eyebrows raised, laughing softly at him. Unsure if he was joking or not.

“Yeah, why not.” He was edging closer to you as you swung the bar top down and turned off the lights.

His hands touched your face first, feeling your hair as his lips met yours. Pushing you against the wall, your lips moved softly with his. Gasping as his body brushed up to yours, feeling powerless in a good way as he flexed his muscles, your arms tightly around them.

He kissed you until your lips were sore and your thighs were drenched.

“So? All I’ll do is drive you home, I want to know you’re safe” he grinned at you, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“Fine” you sighed, smirking as you led him outside in the car park.

He wondered to his white car as you locked the bar up and left the keys in the safe. You watched as he started the car, his arm resting on the passenger seat as he stared out the back window.

Somehow he looked stupidly attractive as he turned the car around so that the passenger side faced you. Rolling the window down, he smirked at you. Those black sunglasses tilted as he watched you walked towards the car.

“Right, so where we going then darling” he smirked, leaning over to kiss you before speeding off.

You hadn’t realised how confident he was, but then you remembered his reputation. Biting your cheek to avoid falling for his antics, he probably offered every girl a lift home as a pick up line.

He sped through the dark and dimly lit streets, you had told him your address just after he sped off. His radio was playing into the car, making you giggle from the speed.

Watching the night life speed past you, not noticing that he stole a few glances at you.

He arrived outside your apartment, turning to face you with a smile.

Cursing yourself for wanting to ask him but as you leant forward and smelt his cologne. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So? You fancy coming inside?” Mentally cursing yourself as the words fell out your mouth.

You watched as he smiled at you, secretly hoping that you would ask him.

“I never thought you’d ask” he laughed to himself, watching you roll your eyes at him.

Following you inside, his eyes looked around at your humble abode. Picking up your random ornaments and smiling at them as you poured you both a drink.

He took his seat on one of your sofas, bouncing himself to get comfortable as you walked into the room with your drinks. He patted a placed next to him with a smile, you waited for a moment.

Walking over to your vinyl player and placed a soft record on the deck, the music filled the room as you sat next to Joe.

Your nerves flushed through you as you sat close to him on your sofa. The ice in his drink clunked together with every sip, you melted into the sofa. His arm was resting above you, your faces were close together you can almost feel his breath on your skin.

Placing your drink down on the table, you opened your mouth to talk but you were stopped by his lips on yours. As he kissed you, his hands slid down your body pulling you onto his lap.

“I’ve thought you every time I came in to drink” he mumbled against your lips, tugging down on your bottom lip hard.

You blushed, slowly grinding yourself against his lap. Your nerves had disappeared, feeling a surge of power over him.

“You, thought about me? Huh?” You whispered, grinding harder with every word.

“Oh yeah, I was nervous to speak to you. You’re so pretty” He groaned, tipping his head back as your lips kissed his neck.

The bulge in his pants was pushing against you, growing bigger and bigger by the second.

“Don’t you say this to all the girls though?” You stopped for a second, pulling him out of his trance.

“I say some things to girls yes, but I haven’t dreamt about them like I have with you” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red from embarrassment.

“That’s interesting to know” you smirked, standing up and motioning your finger for him to follow you.

Leading him into the bed, the music still played softly through the apartment. Pushing him roughly onto the bed, his eyes followed you as you dug under the bed. Pulling out a red box, inside were sex toys and items.

You dangled your red hand cuffs in front of him, motioning him to move up the bed. Your hands loosely took off his shirt, exposing his chest as he obeyed and let you chain him up.

“Good boy” you whispered in his ear, watching him buck his hips excitedly.

Leaving him on the bed for a second, before pulling out a small knife and waving it in his direction. Smirking, as you trail it down his body, watching him shiver as it weaved between his chest hairs until it reached the button of his jeans.

Placing the knife tip under the button and tugging it until it flew off into the room, giggling to yourself as he groaned and moved violently against the bed.

''See, naughty boys like you... Sir... don't get to speak'' you winked at him as you pulled out a piece of silk material and walked closer to him.

Whispering in his ear to choose a safe word, before placing it in his mouth. Thinking about the word he chose, 'walnuts' you shrugged and regained your position.

Your knife sliding down his jean zip and ripping the material off him, watching him struggle to shout in protest.

''I'm sure, that someone like you Sir. Would be able to afford new jeans, wouldn't now?'' you smirked and continued to rip away the material until it exposed his skin.

Your lips sucked hard on his thigh skin, leaving red marks. Trailing the knife over his skin, edging closer to his boxers. The jeans were ripped in the middle to expose his hard cock underneath his boxers, grinning you rubbed the knife over his cock.

He twitched with pleasure as the cool metal material felt nice against his hot throbbing cock, there was a wet patch near his tip. Pre cum had leaked out possibly in fear and in excitment. You rubbed the precum deeper into the material before lifting the waistband up with the knife and letting it smack down onto his skin.

Hearing him whimper in pain, you leant forward and kissed his bulge and waistband. His hips grinding against your face, dying for attention.

“Oh you poor thing, you really want me to touch you don’t you?” You teased, slapping the knife down onto his cock and watching him tremble.

He nods quickly, moaning into the silk material. You smile and place the knife down for a second, taking off your clothes until you stand in your underwear in front of him.

His eyes widen at the sight of you, bringing the knife to your skin. You let him watch as your body shivers at the sensation, moving closer and closer to him until you are straddling him once more.

Your hands tightly around his waistband, tugging them down so that his big cock hits your clit. You moan at the feeling, grinding against his cock desperately.

Moving your underwear aside, leaning forward and pulling the material out of his mouth.

“I want to hear you moan as I fuck you” you gasp, sliding down onto his cock.

Feeling it fill your dripping cunt, your hands move between his chest hairs as you begin to rock back and forth. His moans begin quietly before they echo into the room, smirking at him as his eyes tighten shut.

“Oh god, sir. Your big cock is filling up this little cunt, tell me about the dreams you have” you moan, quicking your pace.

“Well—oh fuck, i had a dream that I fucked you. Filled up your cunt with my cum” he groaned loudly.

You wondered how long he could last, his body was twitching with every movement. Overstimulated as his tip hit your soft spot.

“Are you going to relive that dream, sir?” You bit your lip as your clit hit his pelvic bone.

Twitching against his skin, as he began to thrust underneath you. Hit your soft spot, making it harder for you to maintain control. Collapsing onto his chest and letting him thrust inside you as your body shook.

Your moans turning into loud gasps, your fingernails gripping onto his skin as your cunt got wetter and wetter.

“Fuck, sir… you’re going to make me cum soon” you whined loudly.

He groaned into your neck, his chains rattling against the bed.

“Cum for me little one, cum on sir’s cock” he grunted, watching you whimper as you felt yourself relax.

Your body trembling as you came, he continued to thrust through your orgasm. Coating his cock with your cum, gasping hard into his neck.

“Oh fuck, you’ve drenched sir’s cock” he whines, edging closer to his own orgasm.

“You going to cum in me sir? Fill this pretty cunt with your cum? I need you too sir” you whined, your words getting him closer and closer.

Until you felt his body twitch, he groaned loudly before thrusting his hot load inside you.

“Turn around, I want to watch it seep out of you onto sir’s cock” he groaned, lifting you up off his cock.

You do as your told turning around, feeling him spread your cheeks apart and feeling the cum drop onto his cock. Until there was very little left inside you.

Reaching over, you picked up the key on your bedside table and unlocked the chains. He sighed with relief, the red marks on his wrists ached.

“I’m sorry about your jeans, I can always buy you more” you giggled, placing the sex toys back in their box.

“It’s okay darling, it was worth it. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had” he laughed breathlessly.

You pointed to his jeans indicating that you should take them off, he shrugged but didn’t stop you as you peeled them off him. Sighing with relief as his legs were free, his boxers coming down with them.

He motioned his finger for you to join him on the bed, smiling you followed him. His arms felt safe and strong, closing your eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

“You know, I could get used to doing that again” you mumbled, your eyes feeling heavy as you listened to his heart.

You didn’t think that you would have ended up having the hottest sex ever with Joe Keery and you weren’t going to rush to tell your friends about it.

[agirlwithtinyjourneys]

Come and get it

Joe Keery x plus size!reader

Word count: 900 words

Summary: A sweet morning shower with your boyfriend Joe took an interesting turn.

warnings: (18+) Smut, M & F oral receiving, fingering, implied sex, blowjob.

The warm morning sun peaked through the window slowly waking you up from your slumber. As you stretch out your body, you felt a heavy arm resting over your waist. With a tired smile you snuggled back into his embrace.

"Good morning baby" Joe said through a sleep filled whisper as he pulls you closer to his body. You turn in his arms to face him and look up to take in his tired features as you run your hand along the moles down his cheek and neck. "Good morning handsome" replying as you move your hand up to run through his hair, something you always loved doing as you enjoyed how his hair was always soft to touch.

You both lay there in each other's embrace for a while before you look over at the clock on the bedside table that reads 10:15 AM. With a sigh you lift your head up to look at Joe who has his eyes closed. Knowing that he's still awake you reach up and gently poke his cheek. When he doesn't react you poke his cheek once more this time resulting in a smile to appear on his lips "What?" he asks through a slight laugh as he opens his eyes to look down to you. "We need to get out of bed if we're going to make it to lunch" you say before you start to get up however, you were stopped by joe pulling you back down to him holding you close to him. "Baby, I need to get up to shower before we leave" you whine as you look at him with a pout that just makes him laugh before asking "Can I join you?". This puts a smile on your face as you start to get up once again before turn around and saying "I was hoping you would" heading to the bathroom.

Turning in the shower waiting for the water to warm up, you strip off your clothes and check the temperature before you step under the warm water, closing your eyes as the warmth washed over you. After a few seconds you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back to reality as you leaned back into his embrace and rested your head back on his shoulder. After a few moments of basking in the warmth of the water you reached over to the soap and washing over your body and then grabbing the shampoo and washed your hair and rinsing it out while joe washed over himself. Once he was done you turned to Joe with the shampoo in your hand telling him to turn around as you washed and rinsed his hair for him.

Once you had finished rinsing his hair you felt his hand start to roam your body starting from where they rested on your hips while you had washed his hair. His hands slowly travelled up your body as one hand stopped at your breasts masssging one of them as his other hand stopped at the back of your neck to pull you closer to him as he kissed you. You moan quietly into the kiss as his hand slowly moves back down your body and slides his finger against your clit causing you to break the kiss as you gasp at the added pleasure. As the pleasure started to build Joe stopped and pulled away before dropping to his knees burying his head in between your legs flicking his tonue against your clit before he slid his tongue down to your entrance, slipping his tongue into you a couple of times. You let out a breathless moan as you feel him replace his tonuge with his fingers as your hands fall into his hair and start rocking your hips against him as his fingers push into your further and he flicks his tounge over your clit, causing the pleasure that was building to bring you closer to the edge. He pushed his fingers into you once more sending you over ther edge as you felt heat travel all around your body as your hand holding his hair became tighter causing him to groan against you.

Once you came down from your high you pulled Joe back up to you pulling him into a rough kiss. Your hand travels from around his neck slowly down his body before stopping just above his cock. You break away from the kiss and drop to your knees in front of him before slowly running your tongue along the underside of his cock before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. Joe lets out a low groan as his hand fall to your hair pulling it away from your face as you take all of him in your mouth feeling his hips thrust against your mouth as your hollow your cheeks around him and start bobbing your head to meet his thrusts. "Feels so good baby" he groaned as his hold on your hair becomes tighter. Knowing that Joe was getting close you realised him from your mouth and stood up with a smirk as your kissed him on the cheek before turning to get out of the shower.

"Oh come on" he whimpers as he watches you wrap a towel around you and leave the bathroom to the bedroom.

"You better come and get it then" you shout back from the bed and let out a giggle as you hear him stumble out of the shower as fast as he can.

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed this one, if they have any requests you would like to see let me know 😊)