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oh god, i wish i could delete ya 4 | joe keery (smau)

about: how social media looks after singer!reader and ex!joe break up

warnings: none (?), sabrina carpenter face claim (not a 🚢)

authors note: you guys are loving this series sm it makes me ACHE happiness. also, joe gets very sassy here...

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bed chem pt.1 | joe keery 𐙚⋆.˚

warnings: language, NSFW content⋆·˚ ༘ *

i was in a sheer dress the day that we met we were both in a rush, we talked for a sec your friend hit me up, so we could connect and what are the odds you send me a text?

the awards show was a sensory overload. champagne, strobe lights, and the deafening hum of the red carpet crowd. i was desperate to leave, the sheer fabric of my dress feeling like a second skin that was itching under the glare of the cameras. i was pushing through the crowd of people toward the exit, eyes scanning the crowd for a way out, when i ran into someone.

"whoa, sorry about that," a voice said, low and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos around us.

i looked up, and my breath hitched. it was joe keery. of course, it was. i knew who he was, everyone did. he was standing there looking unfairly good, his dark hair a perfect mess. he was wearing a white jacket over a simple black shirt, and he held a half-empty glass of what looked like whiskey.

"it's fine," i said, my voice coming out steadier than i felt. "it's crazy in here."

"tell me about it," he said, a small, easy smile gracing his lips. he wasn't looking at me like i was a famous singer or even just some hot girl. he was just looking at me. "i was just trying to make a break for it."

"me too," i admitted, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "great minds."

"joe," he said, extending his free hand.

i took it. his grip was warm, firm. "i know."

he laughed, a soft, warm sound that seemed to quiet the noise around us for a second. "right. of course. well, it's nice to officially meet you y/n. i'm a big fan"

"thanks, me too" i said, my eyes flickering down to his lips before meeting his gaze again. "well, i should probably actually make a break for it before i get sucked back in."

"yeah, me too," he said, his hand lingering on mine for a moment before he let go. "it was really nice meeting you."

"you too, joe," i said, giving him one last look before turning and disappearing through the heavy doors.

back in my apartment, i kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the sofa. my phone buzzed on the marble coffee table. an unknown number.

hey, it's joe. from the party. hope this isn't too forward. natalia gave me your number, said you wouldn't mind.

a smile touched my lips. i dont mind at all.

okay, good. i was worried i was overstepping. i just figured it was better than hoping to run into you again.

smart move. the city's too big for that.

so… how was the rest of your night? did you escape successfully?

i did. made it home by 1:00, which i count as a win. you?

same. just got back. my apartment's weirdly quiet after all that noise.

i get that. it's a nice kind of quiet, though.

definitely. so, besides escaping parties, what do you do when you're not being joe keery?

ha. you know, trying to write music that doesn't suck, what about you? when you're not being a global superstar?

pretty much the same. trying to write music that doesn't suck. and also watching bad reality tv...alot of that 😭😭

a woman of culture. i'm impressed.

i try. so, was natalia just playing matchmaker, or did you actually ask for my number?

i may have mentioned that i met someone and that she seemed cool. she took it from there. she's very efficient.

i like efficient

me too. so i was wondering...

yes?

if you'd want to get coffee or something sometime? no pressure, though. if you're not interested, just say the word.

i'm interested. coffee sounds good.

yeah?

yeah. just let me know when.

how's tomorrow?

tomorrow works for me.

great. i'll text you in the morning?

sounds perfect.

goodnight, joe.

goodnight.

i set my phone down, a small smile playing on my lips. a few minutes later, it buzzed again.

can't sleep.

me either. too much adrenaline from the party still.

or maybe something else?

i don't know what you mean.

i think you do. i can't stop thinking about that dress.

oh yeah? what about it?

how it looked on you. and how i kept thinking about how it would look on my floor.

my breath hitched. that's a bold statement, joe.

i'm feeling bold. what are you wearing right now?

that's a secret.

come on. give me a hint. is it as nice as the dress?

i don't know. you'll have to use your imagination.

my imagination is running wild right now. i'm imagining you in that dress, and me taking it off of you. slowly.

and then what?

and then i'd kiss you. everywhere. i'd start with your lips, then move down your neck, your collarbone… i'd take my time with you.

that sounds… nice.

oh, it would be more than nice. i'd make you feel so good. i'd make you forget your own name.

you talk a big game.

i'm a man of my word. i'd back it up, too. i'd have you begging for more before i even touched you where you want me most.

and where do you think i want you most?

i have a few ideas. but i'd rather find out for myself. i'd start by spreading your legs and tasting you. i'd make you come with my mouth, over and over again.

god joe.

you like that, don't you? you like the thought of me between your legs, making you scream my name.

i do. i rly do.

good. because i can't stop thinking about it. i can't stop thinking about you.

i can't stop thinking about you either.

fuck. you're so hot. i wish i was there with you.

me too.

we need to see each other. soon.

yes. soon.

goodnight.

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i dont care that i’m at the chateau daughter or i’m at the chateau and i feel alright son

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oh god, i wish i could delete ya 3 | joe keery (smau)

about: how social media looks after singer!reader and ex!joe break up

warnings: none (?), sabrina carpenter face claim (not a 🚢)

authors note: there really is no tl here now that im looking at it, oh well!! (just made some bullshit) also, some actual words here! (PURE FICTION)

masterlist | part two

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i get super upset whenever i remember i can’t have joe keery

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dustin’s sister | steve harrington 𐙚⋆.˚

warnings: language, NSFW content

a/n - for @decideedjo i hope u like it :))

your mom’s voice on the phone was the usual mix of annoyance and obligation. "your brother is at steve harrington's house. again. you need to go get him. i'm not letting him bike home in the dark."

you sighed, grabbing your keys from the hook by the door. "fine. i'll be back in a bit."

the drive to steve’s house was short, but your stomach was already doing that stupid little flip it always did when you knew you'd see him. you were dustin's older sister, which automatically put you in a weird, sisterly-ish category in his eyes. you'd seen him at a dozen family dinners and school events, watched him morph from “king” steve to… whatever this new, softer version was. the one who carried your brother's d&d books and drove him around. it was an annoyingly attractive transformation.

you knocked on the door, the sound echoing. steve answered, his hair perfectly messy. he was wearing a faded polo and a pair of worn-out jeans, and the sight of him made your mouth go dry.

"hey," he said, his signature lopsided grin in place.

“hey” you managed, your voice a little too high. "is he ready?"

"almost. he's just... uh... finishing a campaign." he stepped aside to let you in. the house smelled like him—clean laundry and a hint of cologne. "wanna wait? he'll be like, five minutes. max."

you nodded, stepping into the familiar warmth of his house. you followed him into the living room, trying not to stare at the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. he plopped down onto the couch, patting the spot next to him. you sat, leaving a careful foot of space between you.

"so," he started, grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels. "how's... uh... school?"

"good," you said. "it's school."

"right. cool."

the silence stretched, thick and awkward. you could hear the faint, dramatic sounds of dice rolling and dustin and ushouting from the basement. five minutes, my ass.

"you wanna watch something?" he asked, landing on some cheesy horror movie.

"sure."

he leaned back, slinging an arm along the back of the couch behind you. it was a casual move, but it felt anything but. you could feel the heat from his arm, a phantom touch against your shoulders. you tried to focus on the screen, on the screaming girl running through the woods, but all you were aware of was him. the way he breathed, the way he shifted, the way his fingers occasionally brushed against your shoulder.

you must have been more tired than you thought, because you started to drift, your head lolling to the side. it gently came to rest on his shoulder. you froze, expecting him to stiffen or move away. he didn't. instead, he relaxed, his arm coming down from the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer. you melted against him, the tension leaving your body in a rush. this felt better. this felt right.

you must have actually fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew, you were being gently shaken. you blinked your eyes open, disoriented. you were curled up against steve's side, his hand resting on your hip, the movie credits rolling silently on the screen.

"hey," he said softly. "dustin's ready."

"oh," you said, sitting up quickly, your face flushing with embarrassment. "shit. sorry. i didn't mean to..."

"it's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "you looked tired."

dustin came bounding up the stairs, his backpack slung over his shoulder. "finally! we totally wiped the floor with the demogorgon. mike was a terrible barbarian, but he got a lucky shot in."

"hey!" mike protested, but there was no heat in it.

you stood up, your legs a little shaky. "alright, let's go, dustin."

as you headed for the door, steve caught your arm. "hey, wait a sec."

dustin groaned, rolling his eyes. "i'll be in the car. don't be gross." him and the party stomped outside, leaving you alone with steve.

the air crackled. the awkwardness from earlier was gone, replaced by something thick and heavy with anticipation.

"so..." he started, rubbing the back of his neck.

"so…" you repeated, your voice barely a whisper.

you looked up at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. he took that as an invitation. he leaned down and kissed you.

it was soft at first, a gentle press of his lips against yours. it was everything you'd secretly dreamed about and more. you sighed into his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. the kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you could feel him, hard and wanting, pressing against your stomach.

he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "dustin's gonna be waiting," he murmured, but he made no move to let you go.

"he can wait a little longer," you breathed.

that was all it took. his mouth was back on yours, fierce and hungry. he backed you up against the wall, his body pinning yours. his hands were everywhere, sliding down your back, cupping your ass, pulling you closer. you tangled your hands in his hair, holding him to you as if you were afraid he'd disappear.

his lips left yours, trailing a hot path down your neck. he nipped at your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this," he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

"me too," you admitted, your voice breathless.

his hands fumbled with the button of your jeans, his fingers clumsy with haste. he popped it open, his hand delving inside, past the barrier of your underwear. you gasped as his fingers found you, hot and slick. he stroked you once, twice, a slow, deliberate exploration that made your knees weak.

"steve," you whimpered, your head falling back against the wall.

he sank to his knees in front of you, his eyes dark and hungry. he tugged your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion. you stepped out of them, kicking them aside. he looked up at you from his position on the floor, a look of pure reverence on his face, before leaning in and pressing his mouth to you.

you cried out, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself. his tongue was magic, flicking and circling your clit with a precision that had you seeing stars. he held you hips, his grip firm, as he devoured you, his movements growing more frantic as your moans grew louder. the pleasure built, a tight, hot coil in your stomach, and when he slid a finger inside you, curling it upwards, the coil snapped.

the orgasm ripped through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that made your entire body tremble. you cried out his name, your hips bucking against his face as you rode out the intense release.

he didn't stop, easing you through it until you were a boneless, panting mess. he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he picked you up as if you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the couch, laying you down gently.

he quickly shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving yours. he rolled on a condom he pulled from his wallet—of course he had one in his wallet—and then he was over you, settling between your legs.

he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locking with yours. "are you sure?"

you answered by wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him down. he pushed into you in one slow, deep thrust that made you both groan. he filled you completely, a perfect, stretching fullness that you hadn't realized you were craving.

he started to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that was somehow more intimate than the frantic moments before. he propped himself up on his elbows, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked on yours as he moved inside you. the couch springs groaned in time with his thrusts, the only sound in the room besides your heavy breathing.

"you feel so good," he whispered, his voice strained. "so fucking good."

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. it was a slow, messy kiss, full of tongue and teeth and unspoken feelings. the pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. he was hitting that perfect spot inside you, over and over, and you could feel another orgasm building.

"steve," you gasped against his lips. "i'm close."

"come for me," he grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic. "come with me."

his words sent you over the edge. you came with a cry, your inner walls clamping down around him as pleasure washed over you. he followed you a moment later, his hips stuttering as he found his own release, burying his face in your neck with a low groan.

you lay tangled together on the couch, your bodies slick with sweat, the movie long forgotten.

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