#joe kerry x reader

[l0vergirlwrites]

peach ; steve harrington

synopsis: what a typical spring morning at steve’s house looks like

warnings: mentions of partial nudity

note: the coachella fomo is so real rn (wrote this while listening to peach by kevin abstract!)

it’s mid april & the sun has started to come out more in hawkins.

trees are beginning to bud, the grass is somehow growing greener than last spring, & the air reeks of summer feels. with winter disappearing into the back of your minds, hawkins was beginning to bloom again—literally & figuratively.

college was finally done (that is, until september), meaning that you were home (aka spending practically everyday at steve’s place).

with you back home, steve was taking advantage of every moment you two of you shared. whether it was a movie night on his couch with the snacks you both loved, helping him clean up the backyard to prepare for opening the pool, cooking dinner together with his radio on your favourite station—you being by his side for more than three days at time made him feel whole again.

after a night of hosting the gang over for board games & an impromptu “welcome home” party for you, to say you & steve were exhausted was an understatement. the living room still had dice & board game pieces on the carpet, empty cups & plates were stacked by the sink to be washed, the garbage needed to be taken out—but all of that was in the back of your mind as you both laid in bed.

steve had recently done up his room since the last time you had stayed over too which was a nice change. the wallpaper he had from high school was replaced with cream white paint. he upgraded his bedframe to one that didn’t creak as much as the old one, got muted blue curtains, a brand new bookshelf (filled with books you & robin had recommended him) & added more posters of his favourite movies & bands to his walls.

his room screamed steve, especially the new version of himself because he’s so much different from his high school self.

his bedside table was probably your favourite addition to his room though.

it had a framed polaroid picture of the two of you that was taken the previous summer at a beach out of town. steve’s arms were wrapped around your chest & waist, wrists dawning a few threaded bracelets you had made while his head rested against yours. you held his cheek with red nail polished nails as his sunglasses rested on top of your beach dried hair.

you both were smiling like love sick idiots with your feet in the sand & a pink kiss stain on his temple.

it was one of steve’s favourite photos of you in the world. so, it was common sense he’d have it on his bedside table as a little reminder of you. & the thought of him going to the store to buy a frame so he could have it on his bedside made you tear up as you woke up, eyes locking on the photo first thing.

the clock on the table read 10:37am, causing you to stretch your limbs & roll over to see steve still sleeping peacefully.

“love you” you mumbled quietly before pressing a feather light kiss to his forehead before getting out of bed with a dire need to shower. as you tiptoed around the room, you couldn’t help but bite your lip & silently laugh at how he had managed to toss your underwear directly onto a lamp in his room last night when he really welcomed you home.

you made a mental note to bring it up to him later.

grabbing a towel & some extra body wash from the hallway cupboard, you made your way to the bathroom to turn on the warm water. when you returned to steve’s room with undergarments on, wet hair, & a few water droplets on your skin, steve felt like he was waking up in heaven.

“morning babydoll” he rasped as he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a smile.

“morning baby” you replied with a brightly, going into his walk in closet to quickly change before joining him in bed again.

his hands immediately grabbed your thighs, gently pulling you closer to his lap with a smile once you were close enough while your hands raked up his shirtless chest. “mhmmm, you smell good” he hummed with a kiss to your cheek, relishing in how it immediately warmed at his touch.

“you can thank your body wash for that” you chided, running your hands through his bedhead while his inched up to play with the hem of your shirt.

“did you sleep good?” you asked, mumbling a “good” when he nodded, fingers tapping into your skin.

“what ‘bout you? i know you were tired from last nights… activities” he smirked suggestively, biting his lip when you shook & rolled your head back. “shut up, harrington”

“you know how to” he stated with that grin of his you couldn’t help from making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

nudging his head closer to yours, you dipped down to meet his lips in a gentle kiss, one that left him mumbling your name when you pulled away.

“you got a lot of whit this morning” you commented with a head tilt, letting steve pepper a few kisses to your cheek & jawline before answering. “you bring it out in me, honey”

“oh, is that right?”

“i wouldn’t lie to you”

“i’ll believe that”

with a chuckle escaping his lips, steve ducked his head into the crook of your neck, shutting his eyes to relish in the moment. “i missed this” he said with a sigh, humming when you fingers ran through his hair again.

“me too, stevie, me too” you replied, resting your cheek on his head when he pulled you even closer.

he focussed on your heartbeat bumping in his ears while you focussed on his fingers rubbing your back in the way you liked.

“i missed having breakfast with you too” you mumbled, chasing steve to let out a laugh. “you want me to make you something, pretty girl? is that it?”

shrugging your shoulders when he pulled back to look at you, you tired hiding your smile. “i dunno, only if you want. i’ll make you coffee—“, kissing you before you could finish your sentence, steve’s hands cupped your cheeks lovingly.

“we got a deal” he mumbled gained your lips before kissing you again, smiling into it when you fell on your side, pulling steve down with you happily.

[mehidktbh]

Showering with Kurt HC

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Sex mentioned, smut/NSFW, suggestive themes, mentions insecurities with the reader, Kurt being a perv, the reader is hot and Kurt is hot

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kurt, hopefully, he’s not out of character 😭 So scared over how this turned out, don’t know how I feel about it. But oh well.

SFW

- Kurt probably tells you he washes his hair like every 2-3 days. But in reality he’ll totally forget that he even has hair and never washes it. Which is why you’ll always see dry shampoo spray bottles all over his bedroom.

- He tries his best to appeal to his Spree customers (victims) and you. For example, if you ever go out on a date, he’d spray his hair like crazy with shampoo.

- But Kurt can also just not do any of that, for example in the movie how his hair is oily or whatever. There are times when Kurt doesn’t care and he’d rather skip it. He feels more comfortable and confident around you, so going out with you makes me feel like he doesn’t need to do that.

- Kurt would also accept any request for him to join you in the shower. The thought of him being so close to you in the shower, naked bodies and all. He’d die trying to get in there.

- So the only way to get him to shower is if you do it with him. Or if you are not comfortable, treating him like a child and telling him he’ll get a “special” reward if he does. Which he falls for every time

- You will expect Kurt to let you handle all the washing, for example. He’ll make you rub his back, stomach, face and just everywhere on him. He doesn’t mind what body/hair products you use, he’s happy if you happy. So you could make him use girl products and he’ll be fine. Smelling like you every day all day is a dream come true.

- He’d also clean you too. What’s the point of a boyfriend if they don’t return the love you give them. He’s nervous at first but eventually he comes around to it and soon enough he’s your professional massager.

- Kurt would also be super playful too, he’d totally splash water at you from time to time. Or drop the soap just for you to pick it up. Just don’t turn around.

- Kurt gets it if you are insecure too about your body, he respects your opinion and boundaries. If you ever feel uncomfortable or he’ll notice you sadly standing in the corner. He’s more than happy to get out, a man of his word.

NSFW

- What’s showering without Kurt’s horniess.

- Going back to Kurt washing you, there are times when you are so relaxed and focused on how Kurt is washing you. You don’t know that his hands are rubbing up and down your thighs. Or he’ll make a whole point on why you should let him clean your breasts. Which instead turns into him teasing you.

- He’s a little clumsy in the shower too, probably not the best place to fuck. But Kurt’s too impatient to get out, and he’d rather you hold onto him for dear life.

- Talking about insecurities, Kurt would love to shower you with his affection and love. He’d spend hours showing you how beautiful you are. So he can be a very lovely Dovey, groping you and squeezing your skin. Hickeys everywhere, all over your things to your neck. You come out not walking than before.

- Hopefully, when you do take a shower with him there’s no one around. Either his parents or your parents, any friends or guardians are going to hear. Kurt’s a moaner and there’s no denying it, he whimpers and can’t seem to quiet down when you tell him to. So if you live alone, it’s a plus for Kurt. Knowing how noise can easily bounce off the walls makes him stress less. (Not that he minds)

[motsmunson]

i think he knows

✰ summary: your lovely boyfriend eddie has been busy lately, so he was generous to send in steve to keep you pleasured. college au!

✰ words: 1k

✰ warnings: smut. shower sex, swearing, basically pwp, unprotected sex

✰ a/n: second fic of my new sideblog, hope you enjoy! now accepting feral steve and eddie requests

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Eddie had a full week of interviews in front of him. With him going into his last year of school before he got his undergrad in computer and information sciences, he was desperate to start looking for internships and future jobs. 

You were happy for him, you wanted him to be successful - but you missed him. He had such a passion for turning the degree into a job where he could develop video games in the emerging technology boom. But he was coming home late at night and went right to bed, which was understandable, but you missed his affection. 

Waking up around 9, and as usual, the bed was already empty. Eddie was always sweet enough to leave a note about what he was doing that day, but you knew you wouldn’t see him until the evening. You crawled out of the bed with a sigh and stumbled to the shower. 

How long you were in there before you heard the door shut quietly and the rustle of clothing, you weren't sure, but it still felt like forever since you'd felt hands slip over your bare waist and those lips pressed to the back of your neck.

“Eddie..?” 

“No, but he told me to come.” You recognized that voice and the shivers it gave you. “Hi, baby," Steve mumbled against your ear as his palms coasted over the span of your stomach, paying special attention to your hip bones.

"Harrington," you said with a small smile just as he leaned down to press his mouth to yours in a soft kiss.

For years, you’ve had a friends-with-benefits relationship with Steve. But when you got serious with Eddie, that stopped. But Steve was still your friend, so he was still around, and it was obvious to anyone who looked that there were constant sparks. 

It first peeved Eddie to no end when he found out your history. But thankfully for you both, Eddie and Steve had one thing in common: you. The number of threesomes you’ve had with them both was alarming, or even starting to walk in on them, so now you still had them both. 

"How bad did you miss me?" He muttered against your mouth, his fingertips all but chasing water droplets down your spine until they coasted over the curve of your ass to pull you flush against him. 

"You can't tell?" You teased with a small smirk of your own that matched his most excellently, his tongue making it a bit hard to say anything more as he licked slowly at yours in a lazily but all too sensual kiss.

One hand moved between your body and his and you knew where he was going before he moved another inch downward. His fingertips pushed past your folds to massage your clit and toy with your heat. You'd managed to keep your footing for now, arms tightening around his neck - but that was until the little shit brought his fingers up to bring them to his mouth to suck them clean of your taste. "I guess I can." 

You’d wish Steve picked something harder than a business major, or else you might’ve had time to prepare for his antics. 

Back pressed to the shower wall, Steve ground his hips against yours as he kissed you, water spilling over his back. It made your skin feel that much hotter, that much more sensual, and made you moan that much more needily against his lips. 

His tongue worked yours into his own mouth to suck at the muscle to taste you in a concentrated dose. Mouth leaving yours, Steve licked and sucked at the wet skin of your neck, the sounds of suction from his tongue and lips echoing in the bathroom among the falling water. 

You had panted breath while he grinded his now exceedingly hard cock against you. There was no need for any water now, you were making him plenty wet, and he hissed against the love bite he'd created at the sensation before his mouth found yours again - your ass was gripped and he was adjusting you to bring his tip to your folds.

"Fuck-" He breathed the curse that made you flush all the more, but that was nothing as he slid himself inside you, making your walls clench around his size that throbbed inside you. 

"Shit, fu-fuck, so tight, you're always so fucking tight for me." He was gasping, making your body feel like it was on fire.

And now, he was manic, forcing your hips down on his dick while you adjusted and moaned against his mouth, his pelvic bone hitting your clit in such a way that he knew you liked, and that's when he chose to grind, making your legs tighten. 

"Good girl," he breathed as he bit your bottom lip. You were now a literal mess against him which he took as an okay to start thrusting, and he did.

Over and over Steve moved inside you, your back sliding up and down against the wall. Attentive wasn't a good enough adjective for the way he worked your body, palming your breast, massaging your clit, finding all your little buttons that he'd explored on numerous occasions. 

White hot liquid heat was flooding through you now as he was obviously losing himself, water-soaked bangs clinging to his forehead to barely hide the furrow in his brow. He watched, looking down with those lust filled eyes to see the way it looked when you took every inch of his cock over and over, hips jutting out in such a powerful way that the insides of your thighs started to turn a flushed pink.

"Come for me, fuck, baby come for me." He demanded, and as you reached that high, Steve was right there with you - filling you with hot release and riding out his high in such a primal but sensual fashion you thought you came twice. 

He didn't stop, grinding into your sensitive heat until you were trembling, and he held you tight, not exiting you as you both came back down from the high.

You eventually stepped out of the shower with him, grabbing a towel for you and him respectively. Steve’s soft hand caressed the side of your face, bringing your lips closer to his to kiss you sweetly. 

“Good morning, by the way.” 

“Eddie isn’t going to like this, you know.” 

“But how could you resist me, sweetheart?” 

[aloneatpeace]

Eddie: Been eating a lot of bread.

Steve: WE GET IT, eddie . Y/n BROUGHT YOU BREAD. QUIT RUBBING IT IN.

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Joe Keery x Reader

Requests are open! Check my pinned post for details!

Also, I made YN's characters name Stephanie. It can be anything you want it just felt better with a name.

this was a request thank you, @snackycake1975

You were terrified. Joe had been being extremely weird for the last few weeks. And the cast had been acting weird around you... Did you do something? You wracked your brain for an answer as you sipped on your morning coffee.

Joe hadn't been spending as much time in your trailer as usual. What if he wants a break? Or to break up, for real?

Was he just waiting until you finished filming? That eould make sense. Your characters were love interests, and breaking up might mess up the chemistry. That was why. The cast also knew. Definetly.

You set down your coffee and change into some fresh clothes. Just sweatpants and a T-Shirt, you would be changing into your costume shortly. You brush out your hair. No need for makeup or styling, makeup and hair crew.

You jump as a knock on your door startles you. You rush over and see Joe. Why is he here? Did he talk to the producers and they said he could 'dump your ass'?

"Morning, baby," he yawns. He walks in as you step back from the door. He takes a seat on your bed and motions for you to follow. You take a seat on his lap and he wraps his arms around, chin resting on your shoulder. *I'm sorry I do that cuddle thing in every fic. I'm so weak for it*

"Morning Joe. What's wrong?" You ask. You needed to know. If he was going to dump your ass, get it over with. You could handle it. Okay, you couldn't.

It was season 4, almost over. Stephanie and Steve were about to get a happy ending. As happy as it could be, Stephanie had lost her parents, steves we're still alive due to being out of state.

"Nothings wrong," he quickly says. Lie. "Look, I'm just nervous. It's the end of the season, I mean, we've been dating for almost as long as the show has been going on," okay. That seemed true.

"5 years," you reply. You had to get to filming, your crew would kill you if you were much later. You were going to miss not filming with the people for the year or so you would be waiting on the writers.

"Come on babe," Joe says grabbing your hand and you both walk out of your trailer. Gaten whistles when he sees you leave the trailer together. He was literally like your child. You and Joe had basically adopted him.

You flip him the bird as he sticks out his tongue and then Joe just laughs. "youre a dork," he mumbles and you give him a playful shove.

The crew quickly ushers you both apart. You being drug off and dramatically calling for your lover. You snicker as the makeup crew starts smiling at your antics.

You were in the middle of a heated scene. Stephanie has taken a hit from a few demobats and was loosing a lot of blood.

"Steph, please no," Joe said with gears in his eyes. This scene was going great. He knelt next to your body. He pulled something from his pocket.

"I was gonna marry you baby," he says. Your face probably looks shocked. This is not part of the script. You rack your brain. Probably trying to get a genuine reaction.

"I'm sorry Steve, I love you but ..," you couch up blood that had been in the back of your throat, another year escapes his eye, "I can't lose you, I do," is your last words before he picks you up and you pass out.

"CUT," you hear one of the brothers yell. Part of the cast somes running towards you as Joe sets you down. You smile when Gaten hugs you.

"What's going on? You know I hate surprises," you say as you receive hugs . You feel a tao on your shoulder and have to release Millie.

You see Joe. He is fucking. Proposing!?! He had a dianond ring. He is on one knee. A haloy tear slips from your eyes, "Yes," you varely whisper as a happy tears slips from both of your eyes.

He palaces the ring on your finger and picks you up spinning you. You are shocked as he sets you down. You place a kiss on his lips.

"Why did you make us wait?" Sadie asks. they knew. They most likely planned it.

"I-" joe can't come up with a reply so you just kiss him again. You kiss joe. You kiss your Fiance! Because you are.... engaged!

[damon-loves-pie]

I’m sorry but Steve Harrington would be the stay at home mom.

[fanfictionvibes]

𝑨 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 🍨

( Author: I keep accidentally putting Steve instead of Joe 😅 )

Y/n a girl in this ⬇️

Summary: Masterchef AU, Y/N is the youngest competitor in Masterchef 13 only 18 years old. It's Top 10, Everyone is starting to feel more home sick then ever. What if the Judges give the contestants a taste of home for a unexpected team challenge.

Words: 1.5k

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The yellow-ish lights turned on one by one as the kitchen started to come to life. The M outside the kitchen lit on fire to symbolize that it's another day in the kitchen. The doors of Masterchef opened, a line of 10 excited people walk though the door and ran to their stations eager to start another day.

Y/n was the last one to head to her station with a big smile on her face.

" I can't believe I'm in top 10 of Masterchef! This is like a dream come true." Y/n said in the interview room.

As the home cooks got settled in the original, famous judges came in

Gordon Ramsay , Gram Elliot , and Joe Bastianich (JB)

How is everyone doing today! " Gordon said looking at the top 10. Everyone showed sings of being an a good mood today.

" Today you will pushed like you not been pushed this entire season. It's top 10 and you guys made the standers so high this season. " Gram said

" I hope its something I know, haha" y/n

Thought Nervously

" Today! You will be making" Gram pulled out an mystery boy swiftly under the podium and placed it on top. His hands touched the sides of the box and lifted it up.

pictures of Gram, JB, and Gordon with there families was shown. Everyone clapped loud and amusing smiles. Joe stepped up

" Today is all about family, you all have not seen them for awhile. What better way to motive you more is your family." JB said smile and then looked at Gordon

" That's right Joe! So we three invited your biggest supporters." Gordon said smile stretching by the second. Everyone went wild. Some show confusion not getting what is happening. Others covered mouths in shock. Especially Y/n.

Y/n hadn't seen her dad 2 months prior to going to Masterchef do to leaving for stranger things 4. So that was adding to not seeing him longer. Of course she was thankful for all her family members for supporting her dream but she just wanted her dad for a while.

" Jenna, your mother carol " " Charlie, your wife Diana " " Sam, your sister Amy " " Kat, your son jean " " Annabelle your husband Kurt " " Maze —-

As more family members filled the room the more excited Y/n were. Who was coming to see me?.

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Everyone now was with a loved one as they called everyone's name. Everyone except Y/n. People started to send Y/n sympathy glances and even some hugs.

No one came for her. Your eyes started to water. She's trying to keep a head on her shoulders, But everyone can see that she is missing her family the most.

" Y/n " Gordon said looking at you sympathy. You looked him and wiped your eyes

" I know that you miss your family dearly but there fight got delayed by bad weather " You nodded weakly

" But don't worry we brought someone who we think you would rather be here with then anyone else " Gordon said all the sudden getting energetic and smiley . What is he talking about??. You started to get more confused then disappointed. Gordon then gestured to the door again.

" The man that my daughter Tilly has had a crush on since the first season of the incredible Netflix series "Stranger things " " You covered your mouth, starting to tear up even more.

" Your Wonderful Dad, Joe Kerry! " Gordon said.

Tears started to run down your face as you see a familiar face smiling brightly at you with glossy eyes as well. You ran to the door, he put his arms out now have few tears streaming down his face. As you got to him you both hug each other so hard that it was like the last time you ever see each other again.

" Dad.. " Y/n said now crying holding onto him. You felt tears fall on your clothes. You pull away from him to look up at him.

" I missed you so much honey.... like a lot " Joe said chuckling looking back at you. He then picked you up, you laughed as he took you back to your station smiling the whole way. He put you down and put an arm around you.

" Now let's get to the serious stuff. Today you will be making a dish that is inspired by your family. Don't be fooled because today.....is just a elimination challenge " Gordon said serious. Y/n mind started to run with thoughts of dishes she could do. You felt your dads grip tightened. He went down to her ear

" Win or lose I'm so incredibly proud of you " Joe said kissing your head lovingly.

" Families would you please head up to the balcony " Gordon jested to the balcony. Joe hugs y/n one more time and kissed her cheek. He started to head to the stairs with everyone else. He goes to the rails and jogs to a spot where there is a clear view of your station.

" You will create a dish inspired by your family and elevate it into a Masterchef worthy dish " Gram said

" Your time starts... " some people started to get into a running position

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" NOW!! "

Everyone starts running while they're family cheers them on.Y/n runs to the ingredients and starts putting them in her basket

" My favorite memory is when my Dad took me on set of stranger things 3 and he was wearing his *giggles* sailor outfit and we ate ice cream off set together. We had a daddy & daughter day" Y/n said in the interview

Everyone ran back to their stations with their ingredients, Starting to cook.

After a while the judges started to come around. Gram walked over to y/n

" Hey Y/n"

"Hello chef "

"So what you making to day?"

" I'm going baker today and I am doing a homemade butter scotch and pecan ice cream with a dark chocolate brownie and a berry Cooley "

" Woah!, I don't think we have ever seen you bake before"

" well todays the first for you guys then ☺️"

Gram then walks away and tells the other judges what your doing. They both had impressed looks on their faces.

" Your doing great honey! Eyes on the prize" Joe shouted from the balcony with a big smile on his face. He can't believe this was his baby girl, he's so proud.

" 2 minutes Left!! Everyone should be platting "

Now chaos rolls over the kitchen. Food flying everywhere, judges screaming the time, Families screaming for there loved one, and people running around.

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" Hands up! "

Everyone did just that. Some people don't look happy with there dishes but other were happy. Especially Y/n. It's exactly what she wanted to honor her and her father's memories. After a few people got mixed reviews the more nervous you were getting. Was this be enough it get me to top 9? With an ice cream.

" Y/n." This broke you out of your thoughts and quickly go to the podium and place your dish down. Not long after you could hear your father clapping loudly for you.

" So! Y/n this is the first time I have ever seen you make a dessert" Gordon said with a smile. That eases your nerves a little.

" yeah, I wanted to show I wasn't a one trick pony that only cook savory "

" what is it? And what is it called?"

" I call it a Scope of Kerry, it's a homemade butter scotch and pecan ice cream with a dark chocolate brownie and a berry Cooley "

" well, visually it looks Amazing "

" Thank you chef "

Gordon takes a spoonful and eats it. He looks at you not saying a word like he did with the other competitors. Your nerves started to get to much to handle. He then just walks away. Your eyes widen, was it really that bad?!. Was it to safe? Gram then went up and tried it, nodding he went back to the other judges. You went back to your station with a forced lip tight smile. Your eyes started to water again, looking down in shame.

Joe just wanted to run down there, hold you, tell you that no matter what you'll will be a winner in his eyes. Tell you that he loves more then life itself. More people went up some got more compliments then others. Finally it was time.

" The person that will advance Top 9 and will have an advantage next elimination challenge is................... Y/N!!"

Everyone irritated into loud cheers, happy for the teen girl. You could believe it, you got it. You started to jump around in joy like a crazy person but Joe wasn't any better. He was like an animal. Jumping around on the balcony so much that it could break. Shooting your name in happiness. Without wasting a second Joe ran down the stairs and practically flew to your station. He spun you around giving you one of his famous massive bear hugs. You may have not won MasterChef yet, but you have truly won over the judges another day.

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Do you want a scoop of Kerry?? ☺️

[alltoomaples]

hello people! firstly, i wanted to say thank you sm for all the love on the latest work of mine! im soo overwhelmed with your responses and im so grateful for this! soo thank you once again!🫶🏼

talking about works, im working on my next post as we discussed earlier. soo after that, ive got to work on few new ones and that means

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I've got 2 more polls for further 2 writeups soo keep a look out on that. I hope y'all have a lovely friday and a great weekend ahead! see yaa on the next post byeeeee

[woah1kavinsky]

Everyone else gets to live but Eddie gets bit by bats and he’s automatically dead… How does max get to live after getting FOLDED by vecna but Eddie doesn’t?!? It doesn’t make sense to me.

Btw I’m 90% sure they left his body in the upside down. Wtf?!?

My sweet boy deserved so much better

[l0vergirlwrites]

superstar ; steve harrington

synopsis: how steve treats his girlfriend after watching her perform on stage in her college musical.

warnings: just steve being a bit cheeky & fluff!!

note: i’m desperately trying to get out of my writing funk, so send some sweet requests for me!!!

“oooo, guess who’s boyfriend is waiting outside…”

the girls in the green room erupted in laughter & teasing glances towards you, causing your face to grow hot.

“stoppppp” you dragged out with a wide smile, knowing they meant well.

keeping your focus on unpinning your hair so you could brush through the strands, some of your friends rushed to your side in front of the bulbed vanity mirror.

“sooo,” hannah grinned. “what do you think lover boy thought of the show?”

“i hoped he liked it—h-he’s not a musical kind of guy, so i hoped it was fine” you said while dropping a couple bobby pins on the counter, sighing when the tension on your head started to subside.

“personally, he better of loved it—especially hearing your solo—ohmygod!!! it gave me goosebumps” lainey chimed in as she reapplied her lipgloss. “plus, your ass looked really good in that skirt”

the other girls quickly agreed with her, causing you to nudge their elbows in laughter. “what?? i’m just speaking the truth” lainey defended, making eye contact with you in the mirror as you gave her a knowing look.

as the other girls switched the conversation to something about some cast drama while the green room emptied out, you carefully removed your mic tape & mic pack from your bra so you could change into something more comfortable—sweat shorts & a cropped t-shirt with sneakers; the prime after show outfit.

“ready to see lover boy?” the girls asked once you lifted your duffel bag onto your shoulder, ready to head into the chaos outside.

rolling your eyes jokingly, you walked over to the door with a sigh “you’re never gonna stop calling him that huh? all because i said it one time”

“you know it!”

the green room door made a loud creak as it opened, but the bustling environment in the large theatre lobby over powered it. as your friends bid you goodbye as they spotted their respective family & friends, your eyes scanned the crowd for steve.

it didn’t take to long to find him—leaning against a nearby wall with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.

“stevie!” you called out & his head immediately turned in your direction, giving him his cue to rush towards you with the proudest grin you’ve ever seen on his lips.

within seconds, steve’s freehand held your cheek & he was kissing you hard—almost breathlessly—as his hand with the bouquet pressed into your lower back. laughing against his lips, you pulled back & wiped the red lipstick that smeared onto his skin.

“baby, you were amazing out there! absolutely amazing—the most beautiful girl ever“ he marvelled before kissing you again, his excitement for you not wearing off.

brushing your hands through his brown locks, you relished in this feeling of love before pulling away again. “so, you liked it?”

“of course i did! why? you didn’t think i would?” he looked at you incredulously, shocked at such a question.

“i dunno. wasn’t sure musicals were your thing is all”

you wiped off lipstick that lingered on his bottom lip again as he blinked—wondering how you couldn’t tell he loved it. “honey, anything you do is my thing” he smoothly replied, causing you to bite your lip.

you were so lucky.

“oh!” he lit up like a lightbulb. “these are for you” he pulled the bouquet in front of you, giving you the classic steve smile as he did so. “i’m really proud of you honey”

twisting a piece of steve’s hair between your fingers as your hand drifted to the nape of his neck, you pouted slightly at the sight. “steve… they’re gorgeous—thank you baby” you held the bouquet in your hand now, moving it so you could properly hug him.

he hoped you knew that didn’t care if your makeup smeared into his clothes.

“i love you” he said into your hair, kissing your head as he relished in your touch. he felt like his heart was beating out of his chest.

“i love you too” you sighed contently into the material of his striped polo shirt, pressing a kiss to it (& secretly hoping the lipstick kiss would leave a stain).

“what did you think of my costume?” you asked him, remembering what lainey cheekily mentioned prior.

pulling back to look at you, steve brushed some of your hair behind your ear. “you looked phenomenal—like a princess up there” he gushed.

“what about the skirt?”

furrowing his brows, he wasn’t sure why you were making a point of it. “it was pretty, plus… your ass looked real good it—“ he smirked a bit, the hand on your waist sliding down to give a quick tap to your ass.

“steve!” you squeaked, laughing as your hand grabbed his wrist. “you’re such a boy!” you joked.

“i’m sorry—i’m sorry! couldn’t help it, you know. it’s impossible not to notice it when you’re all mine” he leaned his head closer to yours, the look in his eyes telling you he was completely whipped.

“you’re lucky i like you”

“oh baby, trust me—i know” he said before dipping forward to kiss you again, not caring about anyone else around you both.

you just hoped your friends didn’t notice so they wouldn’t tease you about it later, even though you knew they would at the wrap party.

[v8mpstamp]

"you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” risky sex with steve, parents across the hall😩

Hear me out reader cant sleep because they're too horny for steve (whom is asleep right beside them), unable to do anything about it in risk of his parents hearing them, that is till steve wakes up sensing their frustration and just as hot and needy as reader, teasing and making reader promise to keep quiet, bonus if they’re still spooning while fucking

Oh i’m hearing you out😩 might have gotten a little carried away hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI! 18+ smut, unprotected p in v sex

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you lay in Steve’s room, pressed against his bare chest, his parents just across the hall, clock hitting 2:42 AM.

You’ve been lying here horny and needy out of your mind for almost two hours. Steve’s snores, is the only sound that fill the room. Usually, his house is empty and you’d be rolling over to face him, waking him up and desperately telling him how wet you are for him, in which he responds with kisses and a smirk, immediately going to work, pulling you in and giving you whatever you need… but tonight you knew you couldn’t do that, you knew you couldn’t risk his parents hearing you guys. And you even told Steve earlier, when he was gripping your hips, whining into you, kissing down your neck that tonight he’ll have to wait :(, then promising that tomorrow, you guys can be as loud as you want in his empty house after his parents have left, but this time you were the one unable to wait, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger.

After what felt like eternity of you fluffing your pillow, shifting positions, and squeezing your legs shut waiting for that throbbing sensation to go away, you feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten as he pulls you closer to his chest, your ass instinctively rolling into his hips, causing you to let out a very faint groan.

“baby what’s wrong?” Steve says in a sleepy haze, his breath hot on your neck, his hand moving just blow your belly button, the tips of his fingers resting on the waistline to your panties, toying with the small bow there. He knows exactly what’s wrong.

“mmm nothing” your body stiffens, as your caught off guard Steve woke up.

“why you so worked up? You dreaming about me or something?” he teasingly asks, voice sleepy, his hand slowly slipping into your panties.

You don’t even need to look at him to know a small smirk has formed on his lips as he places a kiss behind your ear, his cock going hard under his boxers.

“Steve” you warn in a whimper

“they won’t hear us” he asserted “you just gotta be real quiet for me, can you do that?” he coos, his fingers sliding down your heat.

You press your lips together, quieting the moans that want to escape, Steve’s finger barley grazing your clit “so wet, you been like this all night?” he questions in a pout, how could he leave you so needy like this :( his thick fingers soaking in your arousal.

“Shoulda told me sooner, cant have you like this and not help” he mumbles into your neck, his lips placing a soft kiss behind your ear again, his fingers moving down your slit, toying with the area, fingers spreading you open.

He brings his fingers to your poor needy clit and begins slow circles, clockwise, counter clockwise, clockwise, counter clockwise, the rhythm causing you to let out a pathetic moan.

He pulls away and you shudder at the absence of him.

“shhhhh baby gotta be quiet remember?”

“mmmm cant, it’s too hard” you protest in a pout

“i know baby doing so good already, you can do it” he praises, shifting so his hard cock presses against you once more, begging for you. “feel what you do to me? you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” he asks, voice low.

You practically beg, promising him just how quiet you’ll be for him, you need him and you need him now.

With that, he glides his pants down before sliding your underwear down your legs, your hands moving to help. His chest still pressed to your back he props your leg up with his knee allowing his tip to poke at your entrance, earning groans from the both of you as you try your best to stay quiet.

You turn your neck slightly so that your lips met his, letting his tongue explore your mouth, your hand reaching behind to grasp his length, swiping your thumb over his slit that leaks with pre cum causing his mouth to break from the kiss, mouth falling agape, his face burying into your neck.

He shifts his hips, his length running between your dripping folds, coating him perfectly as he rolls through you, a desperate whine escaping your lips when his tip catches your clit.

His large arms move to wrap around you, holding you in place, hips backing up till his tip meets your entrance once again, before moving back up and sinking inside of you. A shaky breath is released from Steve as he sinks in inch by inch, he can feel just how perfectly you clench around him, so wet and warm taking him so good.

He places small kisses on your shoulder as he begins to slowly pump, his hips rocking into you, his grip around you allows him to thrust perfectly inside of you, hitting your g spot. Moans forming like an army, fighting to be released.

You bury your face into his pillow, your eyes squeezing shut, hands griping his muscular arm, the noises of your wetness and his length sliding in out of you fill your ears.

Heavy breaths fall from him, quiet whispered grunts of praises and curses only you can hear fall out in a haze.

You’re so distracted on how good Steve is making you feel you almost forget about the company you have down the hall so you grab a fistful of his blanket, bring it to your mouth and bite down on it to muffle your moans, his thrust are slow but hard as he’s trying not to rock the bed too much, the sensation causing the knot in your stomach to grow, slowly building up.

Before you know it, Steve’s lips meet your shoulder again instead of a kiss, he bites down, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to sting, muffling his moans as his cock twitches inside of you, his body giving in completely, loads of his cum shooting far up inside you his thrust becoming slower, you bite down on the blanket even harder, reaching your orgasm at the same time he did, your chests moving in synch, both of you trying to catch your breath in a quiet manner.

Your whole body flushed in heat, legs shaking, your pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. He slowly begins to slide out of you, a small amount of cum still escaping his tip as he grazes your walls, cum falling out of your hole and down your thigh, warm kisses are placed all over your back/ shoulder and up your neck till he eventually reaches your lips, his arms still holding you tight.

“I think we did pretty good what do you say?” he asks, feeling proud as he pulls away from the kiss, voice still low.

Turning your body towards him you reply “me too, at least we know how quiet we can be when we need too” smiling up at him sweetly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek before nuzzling into him.

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[thelostmagicians]

Hugs | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington hated hugs until you came along. [1.9k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, implied homophobia (against Robin)

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Steve Harrington hated hugs.

Hugs were meant to be soft and warm like ice cream on a sunny day, crackling fire on a chilly night, but to Steve they were anything but.

He blamed his aversion to hugs on the lack of affection he received as a child. He couldn’t recall a time when his father even gave him a simple pat on the back let alone a hug. And his mom, she tries, but when a rare ‘I love you’ slips past her lips it’s in the same tone she uses for the grocer at the store, so Steve can never tell if she means it.

Steve didn’t know the meaning of love until Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and Dustin Henderson nuzzled his way in with an unlikely friendship and demodog. Since then, he’s opened up his large and previously empty heart to a talkative Robin Buckley, Dustin and his group of ragtag friends, Nancy Wheeler (albeit it’s different now), a smidge for Jonathan Byers, and even Eddie Munson. Even though he loves his friends to the point of self sacrifice he can never seem to spare them a hug. He’ll give them an encouraging nod and an affectionate high five, but he’s never been able to engulf any of them in the warmth radiating off his chest. And Steve feels awful for this, he truly does. He felt awful when Dustin had to seek solace in Robin’s arms when Eddie was injured and when Lucas clinged onto Max’s hand while she was on life support. He knows they understand it isn’t anything personal, but he still wants to be able to show his feelings through a soothing hand hold or a comforting embrace.

The first time he sees you he's at Nancy’s house for a small gathering celebrating the completion of her and Jonathan’s internship at the big fancy newspaper in New York. You’re in the kitchen helping Nancy with the snacks, smiling wide at her full of sunshine and sparkle, a stark difference from the gloomy aura of Hawkins.

“I see someone’s caught your eye already,” Jonathan giggles, breaking him out of his trance.

Steve glances at you a final time before he turns to Jonathan and steals his drink.

“Hey, why can’t you just get your own?” Jonathan whines a little, the result of a smoke sesh with Argyle and Eddie slowly wearing off. Steve can tell he’s only got a few minutes left to question Jonathan about you before he sobers up and uses this to tease him in the future.

“Who is she? Don’t think ‘ve seen her here before,” Steve tries to act as nonchalant as possible, but he can tell he’s failing with the way Jonathan smiles.

“She’s mine and Nance’s friend. We met her at the internship and she wanted to visit here for a change of scenery. Isn’t that crazy, someone from New York finds a place like Hawkins interesting enough to visit?”

Steve nods in agreement, because why would someone like you, someone so full of light and everything good want anything to do with the drabby town of Hawkins.

“What’s her name?”

When Jonathan says your name loud enough for him to hear over Robin and Eddie’s loud chatter Steve gasps softly. He mumbles your name to himself thrice because it tastes sweet on his tongue, sweeter than the cherry popsicles he likes so much. You talk for the first time that night, nothing past basic introductions, but it’s enough for him to drive home with a smile on his face because he liked the way your lips looked when you said his name.

_

The first time you hug him he’s taken by surprise his body goes rigid and then pliant. He isn’t exactly reciprocating the hug, but he isn’t pushing you away like he would the others. He pulls back first taking a look at your disheveled appearance, Nancy had called him earlier frantically telling him you needed to be picked up from Creel House and he wasted no time coming to your rescue.

He brushes the dust off your shoulders as you huff in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry for this, Nancy told me to wait for her and Jonathan to get back but I wanted to see the house for myself. I thought I could handle it, but I guess it’s a little too creepy for me,” you explain sheepishly.

Steve chuckles awkwardly, still a little loopy from your hug, “Yeah this house isn’t for the faint of heart. We brought the kids here once to err- explore and we still have nightmares about it.”

Steve curses under his breath as you give him a curious look, pushing more details out of him. “There were just a lot of spiders, ya know and the history makes it creepy enough,” he plays it off like it was no big deal but he had an inkling you knew there was more to the story.

_

The second time you hug Steve it leaves him winded, but he decides he likes the feeling. He lets you hold onto him longer than last time and pulls back when you sneakily go to ruffle his hair. He pouts a little, hands swatting yours away while he tries to fix it the best he can without a mirror.

“Don’t worry Steve, you’re still the prettiest person in all of Hawkins,” you say giggling.

His cheeks heat up but he likes you too much to throw a fit about your teasing. You’ve gotten closer over the past few weeks, always bringing him and Robin lunch during work and he thinks he might just keep you.

_

Steve realizes you're a hugger when the first thing you do after you pick him up from the station is trap him in your warm arms instead of yelling like the others would have. He thought he was over high school bullshit, but he couldn’t hold himself back when Robin called him from Tammy Thompson’s house on the verge of tears because Tommy Hagan accused her for looking at a girl a little too long for it to be considered straight. He was fuming when he pulled up to the house, Eddie meeting him at the doorway trying to convince him to not make a scene. He tossed Eddie his keys telling him to take Robin home while he threw punch after punch at Tommy for making someone he loved feel unsafe.

He pushes you off gently trying to explain what happened but you shush him softly, eyes falling to Hopper as he claps him on the back a proud smile on his otherwise stoic face. Everyone’s waiting for him when he arrives at the Byers, Joyce with a first aid kit, Jonathan with a smug smile (probably reminiscing his first fight with Steve), and Robin with eyes full of love and gratitude. He lets everyone fuss over him that night before he falls asleep on the Byers’ couch with your hand holding his.

_

Steve lets you hug him often now, he rolls his eyes and huffs a bit, but allows it with the pretense of it being the last time. It never is, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

You’re on his kitchen floor passing a bottle of wine back and forth sharing core memories. The others have gone home already after the last movie ended but you seemed reluctant to leave, so Steve offered you the guest room and a pair of old pajamas.

“Do you have any happy memories, Stevie?” You ask gently.

Steve shakes his head, “Not really, didn’t really have much of a happy childhood I guess, the only one I can think about is going to my Nana’s for christmas, but she died when I was five.” Steve’s a little tipsy now absentmindedly spilling his heart out to you not thinking about the repercussions.

You smile sadly, “I know what you mean, sort of.”

Steve waves his hand urging you to go on. You sigh softly, “I’ve been almost everywhere and yet it feels like I haven't experienced anything. I have loving parents but I never feel like they love me for who I am, they only love me for what I am, you know? To them I’m more of a trophy, something crossed off on the path of life to show accomplishment. I told you I came to Hawkins to research small towns for a project, but I think that was just an excuse. When I met Nancy and Jonathan they spoke so fondly about everyone back home. They might’ve been in New York, but their hearts resided in Hawkins. I wanted to find that for myself and followed them here…and I think I did.”

Steve shoots you a soft smile full of hearts as your eyes fill with unshed tears. You try your best to scoot over in your tipsy state and fall into his lap resembling a clumsy hug. This time he doesn’t pull away.

_

It’s nearing summer break for everyone now. Nancy and Jonathan are heading back to New York in a few weeks to present a proposal to your guys’ boss in New York for a new paper about small towns with mysterious histories. They put together a portfolio with files full of research done by you, articles written by Nancy, and photographs taken by Jonathan. The kids are finishing up finals and making plans for junior year. Robin passed her first year at community college and he quit his job at Family Video to work at the station with Hopper. And you, you decided to stay back in Hawkins. Steve can’t find a better excuse than this to throw a summer party at his house.

The sun is shining, bellies are full, hearts are happy, and laughs are loud in Steve’s backyard. Steve opened up his pool for the first time since Barbara Holland’s death and he thinks it’s time he starts moving on. Everyone is in the pool having fun, everyone except you and Steve. You’re lounging on one of the chairs, Jane Eyre in your hand and a lazy smile on your face, so it was no surprise Steve chose to stay at your side.

Steve is terrified to bare his heart to you, to tell you how he really feels, he thinks he might as well hand you his heart and a hammer on a silver platter. But then he remembers the shy smile you had when you told him you were leaving New York for good and you were staying in Hawkins. He looks over to you, your book finally pushed aside in favor of watching your friends have fun and he can’t hold his feelings in any longer.

His fingers brush up your arm slowly making their way to pet at your soft cheeks.

“You know you’re the only one who’s allowed to hug me.” It’s a concealed declaration of love an I love you that only the two of you can decipher.

“I know.” I love you too.

Steve smiles shyly before gently cupping your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a much awaited kiss. He pulls back gently only to pull you into his chest. He squeezes you hard pouring all his love into the first hug he’s ever initiated.

Steve Harrington used to hate hugs, but not so much anymore, not when your arms feel like home.

[aloneatpeace]

*After going on first date with Steve *

Steve: It feels like a dream, you know?

Y/n: You’re a dream.

Steve:

Y/n: Send nudes.

[dimepdf]

THE SWEETEST PIE. + EDDIE, STEVE

m.list / nav. / kofi. summary. when you agreed to attend the high school party with your two boyfriends, you expected the night to end differently. author's note. harrington fans 🤝🏾 eddie fans, come get ya'll fucking juice.

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader , steve harrington x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1.2K

[ ❥ ] genre. mature, pwp

[ ❥ ] warnings. language, mature theme, pet names, poly!reader, threesome, mature language, short reader, size kink, hair pulling, oral (m), teasing, pet names, King Steve, stomach bulge, unprotected sex, creampie, slight sub Steve, himbo harrington

Your boyfriends, Steve and Eddie, were always turned on by the fact that you were smaller than both of them, being 5’11 blessed with weird lanky torsos and long skinny legs. 

As it was average height, it didn't stop Steve from making fun of his figure practically towering over you, calling you tiny and adorable.

As Eddie took the more annoying route, his nicknames were less cute and his gestures more touchy as he would wrap his arms around you and pick you up no matter the place. His favorite thing to do to you was lift you in his arms.

The night was your usual weekend routine as Steve would drag you and Eds to another party being hosted by one of his old basketball team members, though the party wasn't much for you and Eddie.

You both made an effort to participate in Steve's hobbies, as he would. Recalling how many times you both had to practically beg the guy to watch horror movies with you both.

The party was getting boring the minute you stepped inside. Tired of babysitting your same cup, you decided to be nosy and explore the nice house the music vibrated through.

You entered every unlocked room that wasn't occupied by a couple kissing or a group snorting and smoking. You shuffled through the random stranger's belongings, trying to distract yourself in what you mistook for the master bedroom.

Eddie and Steve were on your tail, taking advantage of the empty room to lock the door and fuck you against the expensive-looking mattress.

With Eddie sprouting something about eating the rich as he slipped a pricey-looking watch into the pocket of his jean jacket before crawling on the bed next to you.

Foreplay is not much of either boy's style; they’re both too horny when you’re around to take anything slow unless they were planning to tease you. 

You watched through your lashes as Steve guided himself towards your mouth as your lips wrapped his cock, a sharp moan vibrating against his shaft, making his head lean back as he thrusted into your mouth and Eddie used his hand as a make-shift ponytail holder.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, his other hand guided your ass to bounce with his thrusts, fucking you from behind.

 It was common for you to be the fucktoy out of the threeway, both just preferring the feeling of being dominant as they stuffed you full. "Aw, pretty girl is struggling to take both of us at the same time, are we too big for you sweetheart?"

Eddie teased as he smacked the palm of his hand against your ass, a hum breaking from your lips at the sting as Steve adjusted his hands on both sides of your face to fuck your mouth better. 

"She can barely even fit me in her mouth," Steve chuckled deeply, his chest heaving, Eddie laughing at you as well. All you could do was be their pretty little slut. 

"Pull it together sweetheart, he really isn't that big." Eddie’s remark made Steve react as he snarled at his boyfriend, scoffing under his breath.

"Oh fuck you," he huffed, taking his frustration out on your swollen lips, thrusting against your tongue at a rough pace. "Been there, done that." Eddie teased, biting his bottom lip as he reached over your back and grabbed the back of Steve’s head.

You could only hear them kiss over you, if you weren't having your guts rearranged and your brains fucked out, you'd be teasing the two about their love.

Eddie flipped you over on your back as they released their mouths from each other, and Steve helped you angle your head up to watch as Eddie thrust himself inside of you once more.

His pace was brisk, and whimpers were being sucked from your throat. The feeling of complete sexual bliss built up as Steve watched, one hand fondling your breast while his other stroked his cock.

Your lips wrap around his length as you gently pull his hand away. Steve moaned as your tongue tickled his tip, his gaze fixed on Eddie's thrusts as he peered.

Eddie's strokes were toe-curling as he pressed his hand on the bottom of your stomach, feeling the outlined bulge that showed with every thrust. His mind went feral at the sight as he rammed into you hard enough to make the headboard smack repeatedly against the wall. 

"Holy shit bunny, you're so small it looks like he’s going to break you." Steve praised, sending a warm feeling down to your core.

As you fell in sync with each other's thrusts, you could feel the knotted feeling in your stomach begging for a release as you whimpered. Your sucking became lazy as Steve fucked into your mouth a bit longer before he kissed your forehead and pulled out, jacking himself off.

"Look Eds, I think bunny’s getting close." Steve acknowledged your fucked face, your lips glistening with spit and eyes squeezed shut.

Eddie looked up at Steve with a knowing glint in his eye as his eyebrow corked. "I don't think I remember saying she could cum before us." Eddie was always the boyfriend to tease you the most until it became unbearable, Steve being the more submissive one. 

You could get anything you wanted from him simply by asking; it was a duo you loved but despised when they would team up and tease you all at once. "Get to work, bunny, since you want to cum so badly." You practically growled under your breath in annoyance as your mouth latched back onto Steve's.

You were going to be merciless as you focused on his sensitive tip, trailing your tongue over the mushroom as you felt his thighs twitch against your cheek.

Licking a whimpering moan from your submissive boyfriend as he reached to hold both sides of your face, feeling his fingers trembling as he thrusted himself to touch the back of your throat, spilling in your mouth as you gagged, trying to swallow most of him.

"You’re fucking perfect." he panted, his face flushed as he pulled himself out of your mouth while you devoted your attention to Eddie. His forehead was sweaty and his bangs stuck to the front of his forehead. 

You could feel his reaction inside of you as you lifted your thigh over his shoulder, angling him deeper inside you. The warmth sparked him, clutching your hips in pleasure as his rhythm began to fall.

His eyes shut and his mouth gaped, painting your walls with his cum as your orgasm came rolling soon after his.

You all valued aftercare–Steve more than anyone–the tall boy nuzzling into the crook of your neck as Eddie searched the bedroom's connected bathroom, naked, for a towel to clean you up with.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, while taking a mental picture of the cum that leaked out of you before wiping it away.

Steve chuckled to himself as you and Eddie glanced at each other, knowing your boyfriend was bound to say something stupid. 

“So who do you think is bigger?” Steve chuckled as Eddie glared at him. “Shut the hell up Harrington, before you find out.”

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Good Neighbors Part 1 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I did it :). Ok as previously stated I have never written this dynamic before so I open to all critiques and suggestions! I also set this in todays timeframe. I hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: Reader is a soon to be divorcee and a single mom. Cute Steddie going on here with her kiddo. Definitely smut of the threesome variety and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) Steve is slightly rougher during sex but I decided to go against the Daddy Steve/Master Eddie dynamic. I don't think I'm there yet! Lol.

Word Count: 4583

“Wow!” Your son’s eyes light up as he takes a look at the outside of the apartment complex you’re moving into. “It’s so big.” 

“Yeah, it is.” To a six-year-old child you image it would seem that way but for you, coming from an actual home, this would be a substantial downgrade. As long as he was happy though, you were happy. 

“Here, weirdo. Take this.” You hand him his little suitcase so he feels useful. While you were packing his things, he would throw a tantrum if you wouldn’t let him help. 

“Mooooom! I’m strong. I can help!”

You slung a few bags over your shoulder and you both headed up the stairs to your new place. The apartment across the way was blaring loud heavy metal music causing you to huff under your breath. Your son marched in front of you and banged on your new neighbor’s door.

“Dylan! No! You know better than to knock on a stranger’s door.”

The door flung open and a tall young man about your age stood in the doorframe. He was extremely good looking with even better-looking hair. He was either about to head to work or just got back. He had on some jeans and a polo shirt with a green vest covering it. You squinted as you read the name tag; “Family Video- Steve”. 

“Excuse me, Mister. Can you turn your music down? It’s a little loud.” Dylan shook his small index finger at the man. 

He stared at him for a few seconds before a beautiful smile stretched across his face. “You know what, little man? You are absolutely right. It is loud. I tell my friend that all the time but he never listens.”

“Who the hell are you…oh.” Another boy comes into the doorway about the same age if not a little older. He had a guitar slung across his bare chest and torn up jeans that were sagging around his waist so you could slightly see the blue boxers underneath. “Who’s this?”

Dylan looks at you for approval and you nod your head, smiling down at him. “I’m Dylan and this is my mommy. We live here now.” He points at the apartment and you give them a tiny wave. 

“Well, Dylan, I’m Steve.” He points to his name tag. “And this is my friend Eddie.”

Your son grabs your hand and pulls you forward. “You have to say hi.”, he whispers. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot.” You whisper back to him, giving him a little wink. “Hi. I’m Y/N. I’m really sorry. Normally he doesn’t initiate conversations with people he doesn’t know but…”

“It’s not a problem at all. Sorry about the music. It’s his day off so when he relaxes--“

“Is the music too loud? Shit. I’m sorry.” Eddie interrupts Steve and runs back into the apartment. Steve rolls his eyes after him as Dylan covers his mouth, giggling at the curse word. 

“Can we help you guys move?”

“Oh, no it’s ok. The movers are on their way but I appreciate you asking.”

“Hey anything to help a beautiful woman and her little gentleman.” Steve flashes you a confident smile that makes you blush. “Well, if you change your mind or if you need anything, we’re here.” 

“Bye Steve!” Dylan waves at him as you pick him up, enter the apartment, and close the door. 

After the movers dropped everything off, the unpacking was under way. You wanted things to feel as homey as possible so Dylan would be comfortable. After his father left, you didn’t want more things to change for him. Something like that is already traumatic enough for a child. It only got worse when your soon to be ex-husband decided he no longer wanted to help you make payments on the house you guys had shared. 

“Where are we going to go, Charlie? He needs a roof. He needs normalcy.”

“Maybe he should come live with me then.”

“Why? So he can sit at home alone? You barely saw him when we were married but at least he had me there.”

“Oh, get off your high horse, Y/N. You better find something or I’ll be seeing you in court to take him. I’m not going to spend any extra money I do have for you to live in my house!”

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The sound of the bass thumping against the walls made your eyes roll as you scrunched your nose in annoyance. Your son giggled and you responded by sticking out your tongue. 

“What are you laughing at?” Dylan mimics your face causing him to erupt in a fit of laughter again. Your phone on the counter vibrates. “Go grab that for me, you little butthead.”

Without telling you who it is he immediately puts the phone to his ear. “Hi daddy!”

“Hey, buddy! How are you doing?”

You watch him cautiously as they talk. “I’m good. I like it here.”

“You do? You’ve been there a couple of weeks now.  Met any kids your age yet?”

“Not yet but Mommy and I met Steve and Eddie. They like music really loud!”

“Oh? Well, that’s interesting. Listen, Dil, can you give the phone to mommy?”

“Ok. I love you, Daddy!” Dylan passes the phone and you stand up to take it outside. 

“Hey, Butthead. Why don’t you go get ready for bed and after I talk with your dad, I’ll read you book?” He claps his hands excited as he runs into his room. You reluctantly put the phone to your ear as you exit the front door. “How can I help you, Charlie?”

“Who’s Steve and Eddie?” He asks sternly.

“Neighbors—”

“Jesus, Y/N. I can hear the music through the phone!”

You walk halfway down the stairs and sit on the middle step, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. “Again, something you NEED, Charles?”

“Look, I may not be able to take him this weekend.”

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the air and you wish you had one between your fingers right now. “Why didn’t you tell him that?”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt him. I know how much he was looking forward to—”

“Oh? But it’s ok for me to break his heart?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re twisting my words again.” He responds to your accusation through gritted teeth. 

“So, what is it this time, huh? Work? A date? Flying to the moon to save the planet?”

“See, this why I left. Why do you have to be a bitch all the time? I’m just trying to have a conversation!”

“No, you left because of the whore I found you fucking in our bed. Good night, Charlie.” You press End and slam your phone on the step next to you. 

“He seems like an asshole.” The sound of a male voice behind you makes you jump. Turning around, you see Eddie sitting a couple of stair steps above you, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingers. “Sorry, Sweetheart! I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me come out.”

You slide up the couple of steps to sit closer to him. His long wavy hair is nestled behind a black bandana. He’s wearing his usual jeans with a black hole riddled Metallica shirt. Eddie’s fingers reach in your direction offering you a puff from his cigarette which you eagerly accept. You can taste him on the end of it causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“How much of that did you hear?” You ask passing it back to him. 

He makes an adorable thinking face. “Um, I came out around ‘Why didn’t you tell him?’ but stayed for the sarcasm after.” 

You smile up at him as you let out a soft sigh. “I just hate seeing that look on Dylan’s face when I have to tell him his dad can’t see him.”

Eddie nods to himself as he squishes out the cigarette on the concrete and leans back on his elbows. “Yeah, Steve and I know that feeling. From the kid’s perspective I mean. I don’t think either of our mother’s really cared about us like you do with your son.”

You reach out placing your hand gently on his knee. “I’m sorry you guys had to go through that.” His substantially bigger, calloused palm comes down to cover yours as his thumb rubs against your skin. You bring your legs up to your chest trying to hide the movement of you rubbing your thighs together. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched you let alone in a tender manner like this and the fact that the man doing the touching was incredibly good looking didn’t hurt either. 

“Eddie, oh my god, again with the music?” Steve’s voice radiated exhaustion as he climbed the stairs and leaned against the railing across from you. 

“Yeah, sorry Stevie. That was my bad. I have a couple of people from work over tonight.” He leans toward the outside wall of their apartment and bangs his fist loudly against it. His chest is inches from your face and you close your eyes and inhale the scent of him. He smells like cigarettes, of course, but there’s also touches of gasoline and an undertone of cologne he most likely sprayed on himself before work that morning. 

The door to their apartment opened and the sound of girl made your eyes fly open. Your look was met with Steve’s watchful one. Eddie swiveled his neck to face his friend. “Hey, can you turn the music down? There’s a little one trying to sleep.” He gestures towards your door.

She nods her head and closes the door again. Suddenly, you feel extremely stupid. Of course, there were girls in their apartment. Why wouldn’t there be? They were two single, attractive men. You had no reason to be jealous of the beautiful young lady who poked her head out. 

It takes you a while to notice that they are both staring at you intently. 

“Um, I should go back inside.” You quickly rise, avoiding their gaze, and climb the stairs. “Thank you for the cigarette and turning down the sound.” 

After you close the front door, you lean against it, peaking out of the peephole. Steve stomps up the stairs. 

“Really, Eddie? Good job, man.”

“What did I do? Some friends wanted to buy and they stayed over for a bit.”

Steve gives him an annoyed look. “Oh yeah, because girls in tight skirts and loud blaring metal just scream ‘Hey beautiful girl, we like you. Come spend time with us.’”

You jump and let out a little shriek as your son pulls on the back of your shirt. “Dylan! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He giggles, shaking a book at you. “You said you would read to me.”

“I did, didn’t I? Ok, get back in bed. I’ll be right there.”

Before you turn to follow him, you take one last look out into the entrance way. Steve and Eddie were smiling at your apartment door. Eddie made an “I told you so” face at his roommate as they both entered their domain and closed the door.

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Saturday night you and Dylan are lying on the couch watching a movie when there’s a subtle knock at your door. You open it to see your two handsome neighbors standing there with enormous grins plastered on their face. 

“Why, hello ma’am.” Eddie says in comical announcer style voice. Steve follows his lead. 

“We heard there might be a little boy who got stood up so we brought pizza and video games.” They each hold up the items in their hands. Eddie had the more adult beverages and some ice cream. You smile at them as you turn your head towards the inside of your apartment.

“Dylan! It’s for you.” You feel small hands hug your leg as he cautiously looks around you.

“Hey, little man.” Steve beams down at him and Dylan gasps with excitement. 

You reach over and take the pizza from his hands. “Now this here. This is for mommy.”

“No! That’s not fair!” You son chases after you into the kitchen as the boys come in and close the door.  Eddie heads for the tv and starts hooking up his gaming system. Dylan sits next to him, asking him questions. Steve joins you and helps pull plates from cabinets, serving food. He turns to look at you as you reach out and gently touch his arm. 

“Thank you, guys. For this.”, you whisper. “He was really upset when I told him his dad couldn’t see him.”

“Well, I know what it feels like to have your dad bail on you.” He leans against the counter and folds his arms across his chest. 

“Yeah, Eddie told me you guys didn’t have…great parents.” You try and tread the topic carefully not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

Steve shrugs. “It is what it is, right?” He scoots over till his side grazes your stomach, his arms dropping to hold the structure behind him. “How are you doing?”

You look up and meet his eyes, your breath catching in your throat. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” His index finger rises from its place and lifts the lower part of your tank top, tracing the pad of his digit against your skin. You exhale shakily as his eyes never leave yours. 

“My pleasure.”

“Mom!” Dylan shouts as he rounds the corner. You jump back from Steve quickly and face your child. “Eddie and I hungry!”

“Starving.” You glance over the banister into the living room, catching Eddies smirk. There was something knowing behind it. You clear your throat, regaining your composure. 

“I’m sorry! Blame Steve, here. He moves too slow.”

“Oh, I can move as fast as you want, you just have to let me know.” He winks in your direction as Eddie lets out a chuckle. 

You grab a beer from the table where Eddie left them and handed a plate to your son. He thanks you as he runs back towards the floor. Steve hands you a plate and you playfully punch his chest. On your way to the couch, you make sure to kick Eddie lightly in the back. 

“Ow. Aggressive!” He shouts before stuffing a whole slice into his mouth making Dylan laugh. 

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After many rounds of battling and button mashing on Tekken, Dylan passes out on the floor. You gently pick him up and carry him to his room, tucking him into bed. 

“That kid is so much fun.” Eddie says as you close the door and head back into the living room. 

“Thank you. Yeah, he’s a good kid. Good heart.”, you smile. 

Steve rises to his feet, extending his hand out to Eddie to help him off the ground. “So, we were thinking… would you like to come across to our place and relax for a bit? We could smoke some weed, listen to music, not at full volume of course.”

“Uh…” You take a cursory glance towards Dylan’s room.

“He’ll be ok. I mean you’re right there.” Eddie points in the direction of their apartment. 

You finally nod your head as you follow behind them through their front door. It was definitely a man’s place. It smelled musky with a mixture of their own separate scents. There were posters for bands and action movies all over the wall. The living room was a mess with a combination of take-out containers, clothes, and a couple of overflowing ashtrays spread about. 

“Sorry for the way it looks. We’ve been kind of busy.” Steve runs around grabbing trash and throwing it in a nearby bin as Eddie disappears and reappears with a little black tin box. 

“Don’t even worry about it. I have a six-year-old, remember?” Eddie chuckles as he starts rolling a joint on the coffee table in front of him. “What have you guys been busy with?”

“Work mostly.” Steve answers as comes back from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. “I’m at Family Video and Eddie works at a mechanic shop a few blocks down the way.”

You throw your body down next to Eddie’s on the couch. “Ah. That explains the gasoline smell.”

He looks at you, smirking. “You sniffing me, Princess?” You giggle as you rub your hand on his back. 

“It’s kind of hard not to. It’s strong.” He gives you an apologetic glance. “No, it’s ok. I like it. Reminds me of my dad. He used to fix up cars when I was growing up.” 

Steve takes a seat next to you. “Does he not anymore?”

“No. He passed away before Dylan was born.”

Eddie lights the joint, taking a hit before passing it to you. “I’m sorry. That must have been rough.”

The three of you sit there, casually making conversation, while you smoked. They told you about work, certain relationships, and how they came to live where they are now. You told them about your ex-husband and how he basically kicked you guys out of the house. You were extremely comfortable just sitting there talking with them. Something about them made you feel safe which is something you hadn’t felt in a very long time. Their dynamic was also something that completely fascinated you. They talked to and about each other like they weren’t just friends but like they were an old married couple. Sometimes they would exchange glances like they both had a secret you weren’t allowed to be privy to. Not yet anyway. 

“So, what do you do again?” Eddie offers you the joint but this time you decline. 

“I’m a guidance counselor at Hawkins High school. I help kids apply for college, figure out what they want to do, things like that.”

Steve chokes as he inhales. “Are you serious? That’s where we went to school!”

“For real. It took me like 30 years to graduate. Probably could have used some guidance from someone like you.” Eddie laughs as he pats your bare thigh. You notice his hand lingers before it slides up finding a home just below your shorts. Steve lifts his arm, resting it behind your head on the back of the couch. 

“Ok, what’s up with you guys?” You’re not sure if it’s the drugs or the alcohol that makes you ask the question but you feel suddenly desperate to get an answer. 

Eddie and Steve exchange a look. “You’ll have to be more specific.” Eddie leans in tossing the burned out joint in the nearest ashtray. He adjusts his body so it’s facing more toward you.

Your eyes narrow in on his before you let out a frustrated sigh. “Whatever. Nevermind.” As you start to lean forward, Steve’s fingers grab your shoulder pulling you back. 

“Let me rephrase. We WANT you to be more specific.” Steve’s tone was gentle but commanding. With his other hand, he reaches out caress your cheek. 

“Steve, she did just get out of a shitty relationship. Maybe we should go a little easy on her.” 

Your breathing stutters when you feel Eddie’s palm rub the inside of your thigh, just barely hovering near your core. Your eyes have yet to break from Steve’s slightly intimidating stare.

“Yeah? Do you think we should go easier on you?”

Your head tilts up, aggressively pressing your lips to his. You hummed at the taste of him as he slid his tongue in to meet yours. His arm came off the couch to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you tighter to him. On instinct, your hips pivot towards him but Eddie’s strong hand held them in place. 

You turn to look in his direction as Steve continues to kiss your jawline down to your neck. You watch with lust filled eyes as Eddie reaches for the waistband of your shorts and slides them down your legs. As you lift your hips off the couch to help, Steve’s hand comes to rest behind your back trying to pull you closer.

“Steve!” Eddie laughs in amusement. “Come on, man.” Instantly his hands drop from your body and without hesitation you flip over towards the other man planting your mouth on his. Eddie tasted different but still delicious. His lips moved differently than Steves as well. Steve’s kisses felt more determined whereas Eddie’s felt more passionate. It was almost euphoric to feel the contrast at once. 

Steve reached down and lifted your legs so you were laying horizontally on the sofa. You disconnected from Eddie’s mouth long enough to turn your body so your back was against his chest; his hand immediately grabbing your face to turn your lips back to his. 

You whimpered against him when you felt Steve move the piece of cotton blocking your center as his nose grazed your clit. He slowly ran his tongue along the inside of your folds, a moan vibrating from his throat. 

“Fuck, Munson. She tastes so good.” He dives his head further into your cunt, his tongue flicking in and out of your entrance. As you turn away from Eddie to watch him, the boy behind you whispers devilishly in your ear. 

“Yeah? You like watching him eat your pussy. He says you taste fucking amazing.” Eddie’s arm reaches over you as his long fingers slide across your swollen nub. You head falls back on his shoulders as you listen to the sound of Eddie lick and suck them clean before placing them back between your legs. “He’s right. Fucking hell. Your ex-husband was a fucking moron for letting you go.”

You grind your hips against them, turning to suck on Eddie’s neck. Your left-hand clings to Steve’s hair while you right loops around Eddie’s forearm. You feel that feeling in your belly as your pussy starts to clench around his tongue. He pumps into you fast as Eddie matches his pace. You cry out a moan as the rubber band snaps and you cum against them. Both boys help ride you through it as your body twitches with pleasure. 

Eddie feels your tiny hand reaching behind you fumbling his belt. He helps you and when he lifts his hips to slide his pants below his knees you feel his hard cock slid against the outside of your puffy lips. “Fuck.”, youmoan as your glide yourself against him, your leaking juices wetting him.

He pumps himself a few times before slowly sliding into your entrance. You continue grinding your hips as you ride him. “Fuck, Eddie. So big…so deep.”, groan out as he grunts behind you. A hand softly touches your face and you open your eyes to Steve on his knees in front you, pants pushed to his ankles, pumping his own cock with his hand. 

“Does he feel good, baby?” You nod but Steve’s other hand grips your chin making you face him. “Tell me how good he feels.”

The overwhelming feeling of Eddie stretching you out makes it hard to form words and it doesn’t help when he grips your waist, thrusting up into you roughly. You lean your forehead on Steves. “He feels…so good. I’m…fuuuck…” Steve nods his head encouraging you to continue. “I’m going to cum.”

“Did you hear that, Eds?”

Eddie swallows a moan. “Yeah, I heard her. Fucking Christ, I can feel her to. Harrington, she’s so fucking tight. Y/N, can I cum inside you?” Steve’s pupils dilate as he to waits for your answer. 

Your eyes don’t leave his. “Yes. Yes, I’m on the pill.” Steve licks his lips hungrily as he pulls you by the back of the neck to kiss him. You hand grips his wrists as you breathe out silent moans. You cum around Eddie’s cock as he thrusts into you sharply before you feel his arms wrap around your front and his sweaty forehead lean down on your back as releases deep inside on you. 

You three sit there silently as you and Eddie try to catch your breath. Eddie’s soft lips run along your spine and Steve delicately pushes some hair out of your face. “You did so well, baby. Taking Eddie’s dick like that. Such an amazing, beautiful woman.” He grabs your hand and wraps your fingers around his now seemingly aching hard cock. “Do you think you can take me to?”

Eddie groans behind you as your pussy flutters at Steve’s request. You lift yourself off of him and cry at the empty feeling as you straddle Steve’s waist. He lifts you up with him as makes himself more comfortable sitting back against the couch with his feet on the floor. Steve watches you with blown out eyes as a line of spit drips from your mouth onto the tip of length. He growls as you spread it around him with your hand before guiding his cock to your center.

Both yours and Steve’s head lean back in ecstasy. You clung to his shoulders as you bounce on his dick feeling him hit that spongey spot deep inside of you making you whine. 

“Just like that, Steve. Please.” His large hands grab your neck pulling you towards him. 

“Please what? I want to hear you.”

“Please. Don’t stop. Fuck.”

He pushes your head roughly to his shoulder as he locks his arms behind your back pounding into you at a rapid pace. Another hand comes up to pet your hair and you open your eyes to see Eddie sitting back on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder with Steve. 

“You look so beautiful like this, Sweetheart.” He places a soft kiss on your lips, sliding his finger between you and Steve as he reaches for your sensitive clit, trying to match the other boy’s rhythm.

Steve releases his hold to bring you to his face. His hands firmly grip the sides of your face holding you in place. “Cum again, Y/N. I can feel it. Your close. Cum for me. I want to feel your pussy fuckin’ gripping me, babe.” As he whispered his filthy words, you panted against his lips. 

As the coil snaps for the third time, Steve brings your head back to his shoulder, holding you to him as thrusts his warm seed into your quivering body. They both murmur praises to you that you can barely hear. Eddie lifts your hair and touches your face, asking if you’re alright. 

With hooded eyes you nod, curling up closer into Steve’s neck. He picks you up slightly, sliding himself out of your entrance and turns you so both your legs are over his. Eddie gets up, grabbing your shorts from the floor, and Steve lifts you so he can get them up your waist.

The feeling of you being moved around brings you back to reality for a moment. “Hey, it’s ok. We’re just taking you home.” Eddie slings your arm around his neck as he carries you across to your apartment. Once he enters your room, he gently places you down on the bed, pulling the covers over your frame. “Good night, Sweetheart.” Eddie kisses your forehead before moving out of the way for Steve.

“Hey, I know you’re half asleep but I just wanted you to know that I checked on Dylan and he’s completely knocked out.”

You lazily smile as you fully closed your eyes again. You felt him kiss your cheek and shuffle out of the room, following Eddie back to their apartment.