maddie

i love joe keery ✮⋆˙:

[djofiqs]

maddie 𝜗ৎ — nineteen · she/her ᯓ★

⤷ about this blog: 18+ mdni. i write mainly for steve harrington (but would write for other joe's characters too) ˎˊ˗

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

╰┈➤ do not copy my works! ⚠︎ my works are written from the scratch. i will give credits if my fic is inspired by someone. i do not use ai, i’ve been writing since 2019!

[djofiqs]

warning: dom!gator. sub!reader. rough sex. the other side of the road sex. p in v. unprotected sex. dirty talk. nipple play. slapping. breeding kink. kind of? manipulative!gator.

your car is parked on the side of the abandoned road. technically, it’s a private property now owned by governors. so people who drive down there will be fined for ‘trespassing’. but gator says otherwise.

here you are bent over the hood of his patrol car as he fuck you behind as a payment. “fuck fuck.. right there officer!” you moaned as he kept hitting your spot.

“that’s right, you trespassed on a private road huh. this is what you can do in return since you’re broke as fuck. yeah letting an officer fuck you because you got no money to pay,” he chuckled darkly as he kept his fast pace.

you’re drooling all over the hood now. it feels good, he feels good that you even thought of coming back here after this to let him fuck you again.

gator’s right hand went to your pussy, rubbing your clit hard, then his other hand made its way to your breasts, playing with your nipple. flicking, pinching, and twisting them. gator even teased them. he then slapped it many times. “officer.. it hurts so good, more. punish me for disobeying the law!”

gator smirked at your plea, he continued to slap your breasts and continue to rub your clit harder than before. it’s surprising that he can multitask, he’s definitely and expert. “i’m cumming!” you screamed, it’s your fourth orgasm now.

“yeah fucking come on my cock, baby. cream and milk it,” he stopped doing magics on his hands, he gripped your ass and thrusted faster, harder, and deeper. you swore you can feel it reach your stomach, he has a really big and long dick. you started creaming his cock, making it really slippery than before.

“i’m gonna fucking cum inside you. i don’t care if i’ll get you pregnant. you’ll carry my child as your punishment, ya hear me?” he nipped on your earlobe. you nodded, “please please cum inside me, officer. i deserve to be punished, please.”

with one last thrust, you felt his cum deep inside you. he continued to thrust, burying deep his cum. when he pulled out, some of his cum dripped from your cunt. he wiped it with his hand and put his fingers in your mouth. “we don’t waste anything,” he said as he put on your panties for you after pulling out his fingers from your mouth.

“you’re gonna drive back home with my cum still in you, you got it?” you nodded, biting your lip as you got dressed, “yes, officer.” he gave your ass one last slap before you walked to your car.

[djofiqs]

ᝰ.ᐟ steve harrington

through the window * another surprise treat you better * after breakup * professor * convenient *

ᝰ.ᐟ joe keery

movies with you period cramps a song about you *

ᝰ.ᐟ gator tillman

on the road *

⤷ divider from @/feimingo

* implied smut

[djofiqs]

a song about you

pairing: joe keery x reader warning: 18+ mndi. fluff. mutual pining. age gap (joe is 33 & reader is 25). making out. friends to lovers. tension. soft joe keery. emotional intimacy. light smut. word count: 2.8k author's notes: i love this oneee (and sorry for the delay). requested by @/unclejeezysblog ʚɞ

You walked inside the studio where your brother and his band members usually hang out to make music. You’ve always wanted to be in a band just like your brother, Javi. But you don’t have friends who love music as much as you do.

The members greeted you, not surprised that you’re here again. Joe’s the one you’re most closed with. “I brought your favorites,” you placed their usual coffees on a table. Joe came up to you, “Hey,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” he grabbed one iced latte. “You know, we’re working on a new album. I want some feedback from you, Critic.” He called you the nickname he gave you. Since you’re always there to give critics and suggestions in most of their songs.

He handed you some papers, song lyrics they wrote. You sat on the couch, “Hmmm… the song’s about what?” you asked, sipping on your iced white mocha. 

Joe leaned against the table beside you, watching your reaction carefully. “It’s kinda about liking someone you can’t really admit you like yet, and you don’t know if you can like this person at all.” 

You smiled to yourself before looking back down at the lyrics. The words were soft, but meaningful. You could practically hear the melody in your mind already. “Wait,” you laughed quietly, “Did you write this?” you didn’t know, but you always recognized his writing, “Maybe,” he shrugged.

“Joe,” you called out, raising your brow. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, yeah. Most of it.” You chuckled at his admission.

You continued reading while the rest of the band and your brother started messing around with instruments in the background. Joe stayed beside the couch, weirdly tense for someone who usually acted relaxed around you. Your eyes stopped on one line.

I’ve lived a little longer, but you know me better.

You started humming the lyrics on it. Joe carefully listens, and admires the way you can catch up and help them. The other members started playing their instruments, matching your tone.

Two hours passed, you and the members had finished a song. All of you walked out of the studio together, Javi lives nowhere near you, you only took an uber to get here.

“Should I book you?” your brother asked, “I’m going somewhere near her apartment. I can drop her off at her place ,” Joe suggested, hands in his pocket. “That’s great,” you smiled at Joe and bid your goodbye to your brother and the other members. 

The two of you sat quietly in his car, it’s not an awkward silence between you. Music playing in the background. “Where are you going this late at night?” You asked, curious. “Just gonna buy something.” You looked at him confused.

“At this hour? Where?” you shifted on the car seat and faced him fully, growing suspicious at him. “If you have a secret, you can tell me. I’m all ears.” You proudly said, he chuckled at you, “Yeah, I nicknamed you Critic because you always have a say on everything. But it wouldn’t be a secret if I tell you, right?”

“Oh.. you’re right. Sorry, I'm too nosy.” Joe shook his head while smiling. “It’s one thing I love about you.” Joe’s eyes widened at what he just said, “I mean, yeah you’re like my little sister. You’re the band’s little sister, so yeah.” He cleared his throat.

“Your birthday’s coming up, what’s your plan?” He changed the topic of your conversation. “Hmmm.. I was thinking of going to spend the day with myself. Going somewhere nice, like that.” Joe nodded at your statement. The two of you talked the whole ride to your apartment.

He pulled over to the drop off area, you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Thanks, Joe.” He smiled at you, “No problem.” When you were about to open the door, he asked something, “Are you gonna come by the studio tomorrow?”

“Uhh.. I don’t know. I have to work late tomorrow.” Joe nodded slowly, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “Right. The record store thing.” You laughed softly. “Yeah. Some of us have real jobs, Keery.” Joe smiled at that, but it faded a little too quickly. “Well… if you get off early, you should stop by.”

You glanced at him. “You really need my opinion that badly?” he shook his head, “No,” he said immediately. Then, quieter, “I just like when you’re there.”

The words settled heavily inside the car. Joe looked like he regretted saying it right away, he cleared his throat as he looked out the windshield. “The studio feels less boring when you’re around, that’s all.”

You tried not to smile too hard. “Wow. Is that your version of flirting?” you knew there was something more between you, yet you both try to deny it all the time, or just you.

“It was supposed to be subtle.” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed, then he noticed he felt comfortable joking around with you. “It wasn’t.” You chuckled while he groaned softly, dropping his head against the steering wheel for a second. “Great.”

You laughed, reaching for the door handle again. Before getting out, you looked back at him. “I’ll try to stop by tomorrow.” Joe looked up immediately, trying way too hard to act casual. “Cool. Cool, yeah.” You stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind you. As you walked toward your apartment building, you could still feel his eyes on you. And when you glanced back, Joe was already smiling to himself.

𖦹

Days have passed, it’s Sunday, tomorrow is your birthday.

You sat up on your bed when you heard your door bell ring. You looked at the clock, it’s 6:13am, too early. You groaned as you forced yourself to stand up from bed, hair still a mess from sleeping, still wearing the cute sleep dress your brother bought you.

You walked to the door, peeping through the peephole, when you saw who it was, you opened the door. “Good morning!” a loud and excited voice greeted you. Joe. He walked inside your apartment when you stepped aside.

“What’re you doing here?” you yawned, still sleepy. “Since you want to spend your birthday alone, I figured we should celebrate in advance.” Joe said, walking to your kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “I reserved a dinner at Montauk. The boys will be there too.” He said, smiling with all ears.

“Then why are you so early?” you walked to the living room, flopping yourself on the couch, grabbing a pillow to hug, curling yourself. He followed, standing near the TV. “Because Montauk is like four hours away, and you took so long to get ready.”

“I do not.” You denied. “Yes, you do. Now come on,” he nudged your feet with his knee, you groaned. “It’s too early,” you covered your face with the pillow. “We’re gonna get breakfast along the way.”

“Breakfast?” your eyes lit up, pulling away the pillow on your face. “I knew that would work. Now go on, I'm gonna wait here.” You stood up, Joe noticed your dress, “Cute dress. You look like ten years old.” You smiled a little, “I hate you.” Joe just chuckled. 

𖦹

You walked out of your room, makeup on, wearing a black fitted tank top underneath a sage-green knit cardigan that hung loosely off your shoulders, a pair of cream wide-leg jeans sat low on your waist with a thin brown belt, matching the leather shoulder bag resting against your side, and lastly, your adidas samba.

Joe's eyes scanned you, “You’re wearing that?” he asked. “What’s wrong with it?” you frowned. “Nothing’s wrong with it,” he said quickly, standing up from the couch. “That’s actually the problem.” He murmured the last sentence to himself, making it unable for you to hear.

For Joe, even a simple outfit makes you stand out, everything makes you beautiful. Even if you’re just wearing your sleep dress earlier, no makeup on, you’re still beautiful.

He cleared his throat, “Shall we?” he gestured to your door. You nodded, grabbing your keys on the rack, then opening the door for the both of you. 

When you opened the car door, you stopped. On the passenger seat was a bouquet of flowers. Dark blue peonies. You just stared at them for a second, not saying anything. They weren’t just any flowers; they were your favorite, the kind you had mentioned once without thinking it mattered. Wrapped neatly, tied with a soft yellow ribbon, they looked beautiful.

Behind you, you heard him pause. “Okay,” he said lightly, like he was trying not to sound too obvious. “Is it too much?.” You turned slightly toward him, bouquet in your hands now, fingers brushing the petals like you were confirming they were real.

“How did you—” you started, then stopped, because you already knew the answer didn’t really matter as much as the fact that he remembered. He leaned his one hand on the car roof, watching you with a small, almost careful smile. “You mentioned it. Once. I think. I don’t know… I just—yeah.”

There was a brief silence after that, not uncomfortable, just full. Then he nodded toward the seat. “Figured it was a better way to start your birthday celebration.” You looked down at the flowers again, something warm settling in your chest despite how early it was to celebrate, it feels like it’s your birthday now.

The car slowly pulled away from your street, the houses passing by in quiet rows. Morning light was just starting to show, soft and pale through the windows. You looked down at the flowers again, turning them slightly in your hands. “They’re really pretty,” you said quietly. He glanced at you for a second before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d like them,” he said. “I really love them,” you smiled as you sniffed the flowers, Joe pretended to look at his side to hide his smile. 

The whole ride was you yapping about how you really want to be in a band, like playing guitar and singing along, instead of working at a record store where you sell vinyls, and albums. You love your job, you love suggesting to people what good music they will like. But it’s not your dream job.

You want to perform in front of people like your brother. You want to make your own music. You want to go around the world to express your music. But it feels impossible. Then there’s Joe who’s giving you life advice like an old man he is.

When you arrived at Montauk, it’s already 1:30pm. You both went inside the hotel Joe booked. “Why did you book a hotel? We’re just here for a day, right?” you asked when the two of you walked in the lobby. Joe was wearing sunglasses so people won’t recognize him immediately.

“Yes, but we need a place to rest first. The boys will be here at 10pm, they said they need to finish something in the studio. The restaurant I booked is twenty four hours open, so it’s no problem. Meet me here in the lobby at 6:00pm. You’re gonna love the sunset.” He gave you your room keycard as soon as he got it from the reception. “Thanks,” you smiled at him. Both of you went to your own hotel rooms.

6:00pm

You walked towards him when you spotted him at the hotel lobby, just wearing the tank top, and left the cardigan in your room. “Ready?” he smiled at you. The both of you walked towards the beach side. When you reached the shoreline, the sound of the waves hit you first—soft, and calming. The sky was already starting to change color, warm oranges mixing with soft pinks.

You slowed down a little, taking it in. “This is… really pretty,” you said quietly. He walked beside you, hands in his pockets. “Told you the sunset here is good.” You nodded, eyes still on the water. The sand was cool under your feet, the wind light against your face.

A few steps later, he stopped. You noticed too late. “Wait here,” he said simply. You turned to him, confused. “Why—” But he was already walking a few steps ahead. Then he was gone.

You stayed where you were, watching.

When he went back after a few minutes, you saw him holding something. A guitar case. Your heart skipped a little, but you didn’t fully understand yet. He walked toward you slowly, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

When he reached you, he didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at you for a second, then gave a small breath out, like he was a little nervous. “Okay,” he said. “Don’t freak out.” That made you laugh a little. “What is that?” He opened the case.

Inside was a Fender Stratocaster, carefully placed, the body reflecting light of the sun. It looked brand new, like it had never really been played yet. For a second, you couldn’t speak. “I—” you started, then stopped. He scratched the back of his neck. “I heard you talking about wanting one. When you were talking to Javi. You didn’t even say it like it was a big deal, but yeah, I remembered.”

You just stared at the guitar, then at him. “This is too much,” you finally said, shaking your head slightly, but your voice wasn’t really mad. It was overwhelming. He gave a small smile. “Maybe. But I wanted to.” The waves kept rolling behind you. The sky turned more orange as the sun started to go down. He pushed the guitar case a little closer to you. “Try it,” he said softly.

You didn’t take the guitar from him yet, instead you threw yourself at him, hugging him. “Thank you, Joe.” You pulled back and stared at him. Both of your faces are close with each other. Without warning, Joe leaned in, capturing your lips with his. He felt something in his stomach when you kissed him back.

The two of you somehow ended up in your hotel room. The guitar was left on the floor, Joe pinned you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. You tugged on his shirt, like you were saying you wanted it off. He noticed it, and pulled back briefly as he took off his shirt with you helping him. Then crashed his lips on you again.

Your hand roams around his chest, feeling his chest hair and happy trail. “Joe, I need you..” you mumbled between the kiss. He pulled the strap of your tank top, “Can I?” he asked, you nodded. Then he slowly slid off your strap, the tank top was gone, so was your bra.

He stared at your bare chest. He leaned in and trailing kisses on your neck to the middle of your chest. You arched your back. Then he locked his mouth on your nipple, “Joe..” your fingers curled on his hair.

The two of you are now in bed, he slowly undresses you with your permission. You stared at his cock when he pulled down his pants. “You’re big..” you mumbled, Joe chuckled. “Should I apologize?” he asked teasingly, “No. I wanna feel you.”

“Shit,” you heard him muttered. “Why?” He looked at you like he forgot something, and yes, he did. “I got no condom,” he scratched the back of his head. “You don’t carry one?” you asked, he laughed a little, “I don’t go around carrying condoms, darling, because I don’t sleep with just anyone.”

“Damn, that’s even hotter of you. It’s okay, just pull out when you’re about to come.” He nodded and asked, “Let’s continue?” You bit your lower lip, and smirked.

9:00pm

The boys had come earlier than expected. You had dinner together, sitting around a table near the windows and you could hear the sound of the ocean from outside. The whole place felt warm and lively, filled with talking, and laughter across the table.

“You seriously bought her a Stratocaster?” Javi said, looking at Joe with disbelief. Joe leaned back in his chair, trying to act casual. “What? She liked it.” Jake laughed, “You’re insane.”  You looked down, smiling into your drink while Joe pointed at them, “Okay, none of you are allowed to talk. I’ve seen you guys buy stuff for others, I don’t tease you..”

“Yeah, but not guitars,” Wesley answered. The table broke into laughter again. Dinner went by easily after that. Food kept arriving, conversations overlapping, everyone talking over each other like they always did. At some point, you caught Joe looking at you from across the table. Just soft. Quiet. In love. Like he was checking if you were having a good time. And honestly, you were, and you did (earlier).

[djofiqs]

period cramps

pairing: joe keery x reader contains: fluff. period cramps. joe keery being soft. word count: 815 notes: this one is requested by @/eternalmartyrparable ! i enjoyed writing this one, i finished it so fast hahaha

The front door clicked open a little past midnight. You barely lifted your head from the couch when you heard Joe’s footsteps. “Baby?” Joe’s tired voice drifted closer, “You still awake?”

You hummed weakly from beneath the blanket wrapped around you. Your knees were tucked against your chest, the heating pad long forgotten beside you after it stopped working an hour ago. Joe rounded the couch, his messy curls flattened from wearing headphones all day at the studio. The second he saw your face, his expression softened completely.

“Oh, honey,” he crouched in front of you. You groaned quietly, “I’m dying.” He chuckled, “You’re not dying,” he said gently, already crouching beside the couch, “but you do look miserable.” You huffed, “I feel miserable.”

Joe rested the back of his hand against your forehead dramatically. “Oh no. My beautiful girlfriend has been taken out by the evil uterus again.” Despite yourself, you let out a tiny laugh. “There she is,” he murmured with a grin.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. His fingers were cool and soft against your skin, “How bad?” he asked before brushing hair away from your face. “Like… stabbing.” You frowned. “And my back hurts too.” Joe nodded immediately like he was taking medical notes, “Okay. Did you take anything?” you nodded, “Yeah. Didn’t help.” 

“Did you eat?” You stared at him silently. “That’s a no,” he answered for you. “I wasn’t hungry.” Joe stood, tugging his jacket off. “You need food in your system if you want the meds to work properly.” You rolled your eyes, “You sound like a dad.” He ruffled your hair before walking away.

You watched him disappear into the kitchen while the apartment filled with soft cabinet noises and the hum of the microwave. A few minutes later, he came back balancing a mug and a small bowl. “Soup,” he announced proudly. “And tea.” You squinted at him. “Did you just microwave canned soup?”

“Chef Joe Keery doesn’t reveal his secrets.” He sat carefully beside your curled-up body, setting everything down on the coffee table first. The couch dipped under his weight, warm and familiar, “C’mere.” Without hesitation, you shifted closer, letting him pull you against his chest. His hoodie smelled faintly like cologne, coffee, and the studio.

Joe rubbed slow circles against your lower back underneath the blanket. “Oh my God,” you mumbled instantly. “Better?” You looked at him with pleading eyes, “Marry me.” He laughed softly against the top of your head. “You say that every time I do the bare minimum.”

“This is not the bare minimum. This is life-saving.” His hand kept moving in slow, steady motions. Not rushed. Not distracted. Just patient. “You wanna know something?” he said quietly. “What?” You squinted your eyes. “I missed you all day.” Your eyes fluttered open slightly. “You were gone for like eight hours.”

“Still missed you.” You tilted your head up enough to see him smiling down at you, exhausted but warm in that way only Joe could be. “You’re cheesy,” you hold back a smile. “And yet you stay.” You buried your face back into his chest to hide your smile.

A comfortable silence settled between you. Joe continued rubbing your back while you sipped tea between small complaints about cramps, bloating, and how unfair periods were. At one point, Joe frowned thoughtfully and said, “Honestly, if men had periods, there’d probably be more dramatic about it.” You snorted, “You’re so right. Men would not survive one day not complaining about it.”

“Absolutely would not.” He chuckled. Another cramp hit, sharper this time, and your face tightened immediately. Joe noticed at once. His hand moved lower, pressing gently against your stomach over the blanket. “Breathe, baby,” he murmured. You exhaled shakily, leaning further into him while he kept soothing circles against your abdomen.

“There you go.” For a while, neither of you spoke. The TV played quietly in the background, Joe eventually glanced down at you. “You sleepy?” You hummed in response, “Mhm.” Before you could say anything, Joe slipped an arm beneath your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly from the couch.

You squeaked, “Joe—” he glanced down at you, “What? Doctor’s orders.” You furrowed your brows, “You are not a doctor.” He shook his head,  “I have emotional qualifications.” You laughed weakly as he carried you toward the bedroom, your head resting against his shoulder. Once he laid you down carefully, Joe climbed in beside you almost immediately, pulling the blankets over both of you. He tucked you against his chest again, one hand instinctively finding your stomach.

“Still hurting?” he whispered. “A little.” His thumb brushed gently across your side. “I got you.” And somehow, wrapped up in Joe’s warmth with his sleepy voice in your ear and his hand soothing the ache in your stomach, the pain didn’t feel quite as unbearable anymore.

dividers from @/angeliicide

[djofiqs]

a song about you

pairing: joe keery x reader warning: 18+ mndi. fluff. mutual pining. age gap (joe is 33 & reader is 25). making out. friends to lovers. tension. soft joe keery. emotional intimacy. light smut. word count: 2.8k author's notes: i love this oneee (and sorry for the delay). requested by @/unclejeezysblog ʚɞ

You walked inside the studio where your brother and his band members usually hang out to make music. You’ve always wanted to be in a band just like your brother, Javi. But you don’t have friends who love music as much as you do.

The members greeted you, not surprised that you’re here again. Joe’s the one you’re most closed with. “I brought your favorites,” you placed their usual coffees on a table. Joe came up to you, “Hey,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” he grabbed one iced latte. “You know, we’re working on a new album. I want some feedback from you, Critic.” He called you the nickname he gave you. Since you’re always there to give critics and suggestions in most of their songs.

He handed you some papers, song lyrics they wrote. You sat on the couch, “Hmmm… the song’s about what?” you asked, sipping on your iced white mocha. 

Joe leaned against the table beside you, watching your reaction carefully. “It’s kinda about liking someone you can’t really admit you like yet, and you don’t know if you can like this person at all.” 

You smiled to yourself before looking back down at the lyrics. The words were soft, but meaningful. You could practically hear the melody in your mind already. “Wait,” you laughed quietly, “Did you write this?” you didn’t know, but you always recognized his writing, “Maybe,” he shrugged.

“Joe,” you called out, raising your brow. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, yeah. Most of it.” You chuckled at his admission.

You continued reading while the rest of the band and your brother started messing around with instruments in the background. Joe stayed beside the couch, weirdly tense for someone who usually acted relaxed around you. Your eyes stopped on one line.

I’ve lived a little longer, but you know me better.

You started humming the lyrics on it. Joe carefully listens, and admires the way you can catch up and help them. The other members started playing their instruments, matching your tone.

Two hours passed, you and the members had finished a song. All of you walked out of the studio together, Javi lives nowhere near you, you only took an uber to get here.

“Should I book you?” your brother asked, “I’m going somewhere near her apartment. I can drop her off at her place ,” Joe suggested, hands in his pocket. “That’s great,” you smiled at Joe and bid your goodbye to your brother and the other members. 

The two of you sat quietly in his car, it’s not an awkward silence between you. Music playing in the background. “Where are you going this late at night?” You asked, curious. “Just gonna buy something.” You looked at him confused.

“At this hour? Where?” you shifted on the car seat and faced him fully, growing suspicious at him. “If you have a secret, you can tell me. I’m all ears.” You proudly said, he chuckled at you, “Yeah, I nicknamed you Critic because you always have a say on everything. But it wouldn’t be a secret if I tell you, right?”

“Oh.. you’re right. Sorry, I'm too nosy.” Joe shook his head while smiling. “It’s one thing I love about you.” Joe’s eyes widened at what he just said, “I mean, yeah you’re like my little sister. You’re the band’s little sister, so yeah.” He cleared his throat.

“Your birthday’s coming up, what’s your plan?” He changed the topic of your conversation. “Hmmm.. I was thinking of going to spend the day with myself. Going somewhere nice, like that.” Joe nodded at your statement. The two of you talked the whole ride to your apartment.

He pulled over to the drop off area, you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Thanks, Joe.” He smiled at you, “No problem.” When you were about to open the door, he asked something, “Are you gonna come by the studio tomorrow?”

“Uhh.. I don’t know. I have to work late tomorrow.” Joe nodded slowly, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “Right. The record store thing.” You laughed softly. “Yeah. Some of us have real jobs, Keery.” Joe smiled at that, but it faded a little too quickly. “Well… if you get off early, you should stop by.”

You glanced at him. “You really need my opinion that badly?” he shook his head, “No,” he said immediately. Then, quieter, “I just like when you’re there.”

The words settled heavily inside the car. Joe looked like he regretted saying it right away, he cleared his throat as he looked out the windshield. “The studio feels less boring when you’re around, that’s all.”

You tried not to smile too hard. “Wow. Is that your version of flirting?” you knew there was something more between you, yet you both try to deny it all the time, or just you.

“It was supposed to be subtle.” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed, then he noticed he felt comfortable joking around with you. “It wasn’t.” You chuckled while he groaned softly, dropping his head against the steering wheel for a second. “Great.”

You laughed, reaching for the door handle again. Before getting out, you looked back at him. “I’ll try to stop by tomorrow.” Joe looked up immediately, trying way too hard to act casual. “Cool. Cool, yeah.” You stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind you. As you walked toward your apartment building, you could still feel his eyes on you. And when you glanced back, Joe was already smiling to himself.

𖦹

Days have passed, it’s Sunday, tomorrow is your birthday.

You sat up on your bed when you heard your door bell ring. You looked at the clock, it’s 6:13am, too early. You groaned as you forced yourself to stand up from bed, hair still a mess from sleeping, still wearing the cute sleep dress your brother bought you.

You walked to the door, peeping through the peephole, when you saw who it was, you opened the door. “Good morning!” a loud and excited voice greeted you. Joe. He walked inside your apartment when you stepped aside.

“What’re you doing here?” you yawned, still sleepy. “Since you want to spend your birthday alone, I figured we should celebrate in advance.” Joe said, walking to your kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “I reserved a dinner at Montauk. The boys will be there too.” He said, smiling with all ears.

“Then why are you so early?” you walked to the living room, flopping yourself on the couch, grabbing a pillow to hug, curling yourself. He followed, standing near the TV. “Because Montauk is like four hours away, and you took so long to get ready.”

“I do not.” You denied. “Yes, you do. Now come on,” he nudged your feet with his knee, you groaned. “It’s too early,” you covered your face with the pillow. “We’re gonna get breakfast along the way.”

“Breakfast?” your eyes lit up, pulling away the pillow on your face. “I knew that would work. Now go on, I'm gonna wait here.” You stood up, Joe noticed your dress, “Cute dress. You look like ten years old.” You smiled a little, “I hate you.” Joe just chuckled. 

𖦹

You walked out of your room, makeup on, wearing a black fitted tank top underneath a sage-green knit cardigan that hung loosely off your shoulders, a pair of cream wide-leg jeans sat low on your waist with a thin brown belt, matching the leather shoulder bag resting against your side, and lastly, your adidas samba.

Joe's eyes scanned you, “You’re wearing that?” he asked. “What’s wrong with it?” you frowned. “Nothing’s wrong with it,” he said quickly, standing up from the couch. “That’s actually the problem.” He murmured the last sentence to himself, making it unable for you to hear.

For Joe, even a simple outfit makes you stand out, everything makes you beautiful. Even if you’re just wearing your sleep dress earlier, no makeup on, you’re still beautiful.

He cleared his throat, “Shall we?” he gestured to your door. You nodded, grabbing your keys on the rack, then opening the door for the both of you. 

When you opened the car door, you stopped. On the passenger seat was a bouquet of flowers. Dark blue peonies. You just stared at them for a second, not saying anything. They weren’t just any flowers; they were your favorite, the kind you had mentioned once without thinking it mattered. Wrapped neatly, tied with a soft yellow ribbon, they looked beautiful.

Behind you, you heard him pause. “Okay,” he said lightly, like he was trying not to sound too obvious. “Is it too much?.” You turned slightly toward him, bouquet in your hands now, fingers brushing the petals like you were confirming they were real.

“How did you—” you started, then stopped, because you already knew the answer didn’t really matter as much as the fact that he remembered. He leaned his one hand on the car roof, watching you with a small, almost careful smile. “You mentioned it. Once. I think. I don’t know… I just—yeah.”

There was a brief silence after that, not uncomfortable, just full. Then he nodded toward the seat. “Figured it was a better way to start your birthday celebration.” You looked down at the flowers again, something warm settling in your chest despite how early it was to celebrate, it feels like it’s your birthday now.

The car slowly pulled away from your street, the houses passing by in quiet rows. Morning light was just starting to show, soft and pale through the windows. You looked down at the flowers again, turning them slightly in your hands. “They’re really pretty,” you said quietly. He glanced at you for a second before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d like them,” he said. “I really love them,” you smiled as you sniffed the flowers, Joe pretended to look at his side to hide his smile. 

The whole ride was you yapping about how you really want to be in a band, like playing guitar and singing along, instead of working at a record store where you sell vinyls, and albums. You love your job, you love suggesting to people what good music they will like. But it’s not your dream job.

You want to perform in front of people like your brother. You want to make your own music. You want to go around the world to express your music. But it feels impossible. Then there’s Joe who’s giving you life advice like an old man he is.

When you arrived at Montauk, it’s already 1:30pm. You both went inside the hotel Joe booked. “Why did you book a hotel? We’re just here for a day, right?” you asked when the two of you walked in the lobby. Joe was wearing sunglasses so people won’t recognize him immediately.

“Yes, but we need a place to rest first. The boys will be here at 10pm, they said they need to finish something in the studio. The restaurant I booked is twenty four hours open, so it’s no problem. Meet me here in the lobby at 6:00pm. You’re gonna love the sunset.” He gave you your room keycard as soon as he got it from the reception. “Thanks,” you smiled at him. Both of you went to your own hotel rooms.

6:00pm

You walked towards him when you spotted him at the hotel lobby, just wearing the tank top, and left the cardigan in your room. “Ready?” he smiled at you. The both of you walked towards the beach side. When you reached the shoreline, the sound of the waves hit you first—soft, and calming. The sky was already starting to change color, warm oranges mixing with soft pinks.

You slowed down a little, taking it in. “This is… really pretty,” you said quietly. He walked beside you, hands in his pockets. “Told you the sunset here is good.” You nodded, eyes still on the water. The sand was cool under your feet, the wind light against your face.

A few steps later, he stopped. You noticed too late. “Wait here,” he said simply. You turned to him, confused. “Why—” But he was already walking a few steps ahead. Then he was gone.

You stayed where you were, watching.

When he went back after a few minutes, you saw him holding something. A guitar case. Your heart skipped a little, but you didn’t fully understand yet. He walked toward you slowly, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

When he reached you, he didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at you for a second, then gave a small breath out, like he was a little nervous. “Okay,” he said. “Don’t freak out.” That made you laugh a little. “What is that?” He opened the case.

Inside was a Fender Stratocaster, carefully placed, the body reflecting light of the sun. It looked brand new, like it had never really been played yet. For a second, you couldn’t speak. “I—” you started, then stopped. He scratched the back of his neck. “I heard you talking about wanting one. When you were talking to Javi. You didn’t even say it like it was a big deal, but yeah, I remembered.”

You just stared at the guitar, then at him. “This is too much,” you finally said, shaking your head slightly, but your voice wasn’t really mad. It was overwhelming. He gave a small smile. “Maybe. But I wanted to.” The waves kept rolling behind you. The sky turned more orange as the sun started to go down. He pushed the guitar case a little closer to you. “Try it,” he said softly.

You didn’t take the guitar from him yet, instead you threw yourself at him, hugging him. “Thank you, Joe.” You pulled back and stared at him. Both of your faces are close with each other. Without warning, Joe leaned in, capturing your lips with his. He felt something in his stomach when you kissed him back.

The two of you somehow ended up in your hotel room. The guitar was left on the floor, Joe pinned you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. You tugged on his shirt, like you were saying you wanted it off. He noticed it, and pulled back briefly as he took off his shirt with you helping him. Then crashed his lips on you again.

Your hand roams around his chest, feeling his chest hair and happy trail. “Joe, I need you..” you mumbled between the kiss. He pulled the strap of your tank top, “Can I?” he asked, you nodded. Then he slowly slid off your strap, the tank top was gone, so was your bra.

He stared at your bare chest. He leaned in and trailing kisses on your neck to the middle of your chest. You arched your back. Then he locked his mouth on your nipple, “Joe..” your fingers curled on his hair.

The two of you are now in bed, he slowly undresses you with your permission. You stared at his cock when he pulled down his pants. “You’re big..” you mumbled, Joe chuckled. “Should I apologize?” he asked teasingly, “No. I wanna feel you.”

“Shit,” you heard him muttered. “Why?” He looked at you like he forgot something, and yes, he did. “I got no condom,” he scratched the back of his head. “You don’t carry one?” you asked, he laughed a little, “I don’t go around carrying condoms, darling, because I don’t sleep with just anyone.”

“Damn, that’s even hotter of you. It’s okay, just pull out when you’re about to come.” He nodded and asked, “Let’s continue?” You bit your lower lip, and smirked.

9:00pm

The boys had come earlier than expected. You had dinner together, sitting around a table near the windows and you could hear the sound of the ocean from outside. The whole place felt warm and lively, filled with talking, and laughter across the table.

“You seriously bought her a Stratocaster?” Javi said, looking at Joe with disbelief. Joe leaned back in his chair, trying to act casual. “What? She liked it.” Jake laughed, “You’re insane.”  You looked down, smiling into your drink while Joe pointed at them, “Okay, none of you are allowed to talk. I’ve seen you guys buy stuff for others, I don’t tease you..”

“Yeah, but not guitars,” Wesley answered. The table broke into laughter again. Dinner went by easily after that. Food kept arriving, conversations overlapping, everyone talking over each other like they always did. At some point, you caught Joe looking at you from across the table. Just soft. Quiet. In love. Like he was checking if you were having a good time. And honestly, you were, and you did (earlier).

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Girl I hope you’re okay and taking time for yourself!!

thank youu :((

[djofiqs]

movies with you

pairing: joe keery x reader contains: fluff! watching movies. soft kisses. cuddling. just them being softttt. joe teases. word count: 578 dividers from @/strangergraphics

a/n: this one is requested by anon ! i'm loving joe keery fluff. there's more to come!

Sunlight slanted through the living room blinds of Joe’s apartment, he sank into the cushions, pulling you flush against his chest. He smelled like cedarwood and the lingering scent of his shampoo. 

"Finally, I’m done with the tour," Joe murmured, his voice a low rasp. "You’re never leaving my side during my break." He started placing kisses on your nape while you worked with the remote, deciding what to watch.

“I heard The Visit is good,” you said, already picking the horror movie. Joe pretended not to hear you and continued kissing your nape. You placed the remote on the coffee table, then leaned back to his chest. You leaned your head on his shoulder, that made him stop kissing your nape, he groaned.

“Just watch the movie, Joe.” You said, already focus on the movie playing in the background. Joe huffed out a laugh against your skin, warm breath fanning over your neck before he finally relented. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, though his arms tightened around your waist anyway.

The opening credits rolled across the TV screen, the eerie music filling the apartment. Outside, the late afternoon sun dipped lower, turning the living room gold. Joe stretched his legs beneath yours and rested his chin on your shoulder, the curls of his hair tickling your cheek and neck.

Ten minutes into the movie, you jumped slightly at the jumpscare. Joe immediately grinned. “Stop grinning, gosh.” You rolled your eyes at him. “You literally flinched, and you expect me to be nonchalant about it?” You elbowed him lightly in the ribs, fighting a smile. “Shut up.”

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back. “C’mere,” he said, tugging the blanket higher around both of you. “If you get scared, I’ll protect you.”

“That’s so cringe, Joe.” He chuckled, “Nuh uh, that’s so sweet what do you mean?” Joe teased. Another tense scene showed on the screen. The house in the movie creaked creepily, and you narrowed your eyes at the TV. Joe, meanwhile, seemed far more interested in tracing lazy circles over your arm with his fingertips, and sniffing your neck.

“You said you wanted to watch a movie with me. You’re not even watching,” you murmured quietly. “I am,” Joe argued. “You haven’t looked at the screen in like five minutes.” Joe finally turned his head enough for you to catch the smug curve of his mouth. “Can you blame me?”

Heat crept into your cheeks despite yourself. “That line works on everyone.” You scoffed. “No,” he said easily. “Just you.” His voice wasn’t teasing this time. You turned slightly to look at him, really look at him — the tiredness lingering beneath his eyes from months on tour, the softness there now says that he was finally home.

Joe brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I missed this,” he admitted quietly. “Watching a movie with me?” He snorted. “You.”

The tension from watching the horror movie faded as he leaned closer, forehead resting against yours. For a second, neither of you spoke. The apartment was filled only with muffled dialogue from the TV and the distant hum of traffic outside.

Then, from the television, a character screamed bloody murder. You startled so hard you nearly dropped the blanket. Joe burst into laughter, collapsing back against the couch cushions while you groaned in embarrassment. “Oh my god,” he wheezed. “You always want to watch horror movies, yet you absolutely suck at them.”

[djofiqs]

I need more angst with steve

hmmm let's seeee 🤔

[djofiqs]

convenient

warning: 18+ mdni. angst. modern setting. steve being a jerk. 1163 words. you as brianna (bree). dividers from @/strangergraphics

a/n: this is my first angst, i hope y’all like it, because i do even if steve is such a jerk here. i just love being poetic bwshaha

Nobody in your friend group knew that you and Steve Harrington still touch each other like this. That Steve only calls when he needs you, you know it. That the reason you’re still in contact with him is because he’s using you for his satisfaction. You can’t complain, you won’t complain. Because as long as you feel close to him, you don’t care.

You already knew from the start, that the reason for your relationship was mainly because he can’t get enough of your body. It started when the two of you got drunk at a party, had sex in his room, and the next morning, he asked you to be his girlfriend. Why? Well, he doesn’t really like nor love you, your body is the one he loves.

He loves it when guys in school get jealous when the two of you are together when you two are still friends, and no malice with each other. He loves it when their eyes follow his hand that was placed on your lower back. Even before he asked you out after sleeping with you, you already had your eyes on him. You’re just denying it because he’s your friend.

A week after you started dating, you noticed something. That everyday, you both fuck. Every time you hang out with friends, he can’t keep his hands on you. Always pulling you somewhere quiet, bathroom, kitchen, anyone’s room, garage, his car, attic, everywhere you two can be alone.

You and Steve fought when you tried to confront him about it, he just says “you’re too beautiful” or “I can’t help myself, sorry.” It gets to the point that you’re getting tired of him, but you can’t let him go. It only ended when he admitted that he doesn’t really love you, that he only needs you, that he doesn’t want anyone to have you.

You already had a hunch of that, but you’re still hurt, so you broke up with him. Steve started hooking up with other girls after a week of your break-up, trying to cope with sex. Your friends gave you advice and warned you not to get back to him if he ever asked for a second chance.

After two months, he called you drunk, “bree.. I miss you.”

Turns out his “Bree.. I miss you” is translated as “Bree, I miss having sex with you.”

Then the two of you ended up having sex that night. You realized, you can’t let go of him fully, because you still love him. So, you offered him “I’ll let you have sex with me anytime you want.” Steve didn’t reject your offer, because his body wants yours more than any girls he could ever meet. Because maybe this time, he would fall for you. You’re still hoping for it.

It worked, the setup, but he only calls you when he’s horny. He doesn’t talk to you when it’s not about having the greatest sex he could ever have with you. Well, not talking in front of your friends is a given, but him not talking to you about his life, and his day is just pathetic.

You used to know everything about him. The stupid things that happened to him in his day, his parents scolding him, what happened to his basketball training. Now, you just know when he’s horny.

⟢

Steve stood up from your bed, then picked up his clothes that were scattered on the floor. He started dressing himself, ready to leave without a word again. It’s the same routine. You just grabbed your phone on the nightstand, letting him get dressed, not speaking a word to him too. Well, you wanted this, why would you complain?

You looked at the door when you heard it shut closed, and he’s gone again. You sighed, you placed your phone back on the nightstand and got up to shower.

The next day, you sat beside your girl friends in the cafeteria for lunch. Steve and Tommy H. aren’t there, you figured they’re training for basketball late. After some minutes, the two of them arrived. Steve sat far from you, besides Laira, your least close friend in the group.

Laira started being clingy to Steve when the two of you broke up, she gets touchy, like what’s happening right now. “Steveee, you’re too sweaty,” Laira grabbed some tissues and started wiping Steve’s sweats all over his arms, neck, and face. You also noticed that Steve might like the attention Laira’s giving, because they hang out more often.

Steve used to call you five times a week, these past few days, he only calls you for like three times a week. Funny how you count every sex with him in a week. Maybe because that’s the only closure you get from him.

Your friends exchanged glances, they might have an idea what you’re feeling right now. Actually, they’re fed up with Laira’s personality too, you guys don’t even know how you became friends with her. She has always been a bitch to you guys, a two-faced.

The two of them shared whispers and chuckles, you can’t help seeing them like this. You clutch on your utensils, then stand up, “I lost my appetite, you can finish this Tom,” you slid your food tray to Tommy, then walked away from them. All of them watched you, “Always trying hard to be the main character,” Laira rolled her eyes.

6:00pm

You walked downstairs to get some glass of water. When you’re about to pass the living room, you saw your parents cuddling each other on a couch, watching movies and laughing together. They look so lovely. It’s like something that thumped your head and made you realize your worth.

You want this too. You want to feel loved by someone you love. Not to feel used. Not just convenient to him. You want someone to care for you.

So when you had your glass of water, you walked back to your bedroom. Great timing, his name popped up on your phone.

Steve: you free?

And for the first time in months, you stare at it without your heart racing. Steve only reaches out when he’s in need. Never you. You thought you’d be heartbroken again when this setup ends. And maybe that’s what finally kills it—you’re not heartbroken, you’re exhausted. You brought up every courage you had and replied to him.

You: i can’t do this anymore.

Three dots appear instantly. Disappear. Then it appears again.

Steve: okay

Just okay. No other words. No other confession. No thank you. No apologies. No grand realization that he’s been in love with you all along. Just acceptance of what had come along.

The truth is, if Steve Harrington had really loved you the way you loved him, if he felt something other than arousal, he would’ve fought harder than that. And somehow, that’s the closure you had been waiting for. Because if Steve had asked you to stay, maybe you still would.

requested by @ivywrappedheart 🫶🏻

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professor

warning: 18+ mdni. nipple sucking. oral (m receiving). age gap (33/21). use of the words slut and whore. manipulation. dirty talk. facial. fingering. dom!steve. college!reader word count: 682

divider from @/strangersgraphics

“Fuck… sir..” you moaned as Steve, your professor, latch on your nipple. You’re both inside his office, doing things far from what a professor and student usually does. “Kneel,” he mumbled in that deep voice of his, you gladly kneeled in front of your professor. And yes, you’re half doing it for your grades, and half doing it because he’s hot.

He started unbuckling his belt, when he did, he pulled down his pants with his boxer. His cock sprung out, he’s bigger and longer than you think. Usually in class, when it gets boring, you stare at his crotch, wondering how big he is, and how he can stretch you out.

Professor Steve started pumping his cock with his fist, then slaps your face with it as you stuck your tongue out, “Look how much of a slut you are.” He then entered your mouth, didn’t even give you a warning as he started thrusting in and out, “Fuck.. take that cock in your mouth, you talk too much during class huh.”

“You love it when I shoved you my dick to quiet you down?” you nodded and kept bobbing your head on his cock. He meets your pace with his thrust. The tip of his cock is hitting your throat.

“Shit… i’m close..” he pulled out from your mouth, and started cumming on your face as you open your mouth, hoping for some. You tasted salty cum. He pulled you up and slammed you against the wall, quickly pulling down your mini skirt and underwear.

His fingers started playing with your folds, opening it, “This wet for me?” you nodded. He entered with two fingers, “Gonna prep you with my fingers for my huge cock huh?”

“Put it all…” you moaned, Steve smirked at your suggestion, then he entered the other three fingers, stretching your walls. “So tight even with my fingers, what if it’s my cock?” He pumps all his fingers in and out of you, while you’re bent over the walls.

“I’m close..” he pulled out all his fingers from you, edging you, and making you shake. You whined, while he smirked, enjoying this. “You’ll work for your grades, right? You deserve that one.”

He grabbed you and made you bent over his desk, without any warning he slammed his cock inside your cunt. You almost screamed but he’s fast enough to shove two fingers inside your mouth.

“Need to be quiet, darling. Can’t have anyone hear my favorite student being fuck in my office, can we?” you shook your head and continued to suck on his fingers, “That’s what I thought.”

Your hands gripped on both corners of his desk while he fuck you from behind. You can hear him hold back his groan, oh how you would love to hear him. The sound inside his office is sin, the sloppy sound when he thrusts inside you, his hips slapping your ass.

“Can I cum, Sir?” you heard Steve chuckled when you tried to fuck yourself through him, “Go ahead, darling. Cream your Professor’s cock,” you didn’t hold back and came on his dick. 

“I’m close, darling. A plus when you let me cum inside you, A minus if I cum on your ass, you wouldn’t want an A minus, would you?” you shook your head fast, “I don’t want an A minus, Sir. Please cum inside me. Please..” the sound of your plea made Steve satisfied.

With that, he finishes inside you. He didn’t stop, instead he kept thrusting inside you, making sure his cum made it to the right place. Good thing you’re on the pill. He started placing kisses on your nape, his cock is still inside you.

After a minute, he finally pulled out, some of his cum leaked from you. Steve put your panty back on, his cum still dripping from you, and now on your panty. You stood up, wobbly, then put back on your skirt that was on the floor.

He slapped your ass for the last time, “You’ll walk around, take your classes with my cum on you, understood?”

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treat you better

pairing: steve harrington x reader warning: 18+ mdni. smut. eventual smut. kinda angst. p in v. protected sex. fingering. mentions of sex positions. smut with plot. modern setting. dirty talk. steve calls reader ‘darling’ word count: 2.5k notes: this one is requested ! so, feel free to request and ask anything.

“I can’t. I have plans for tonight,” you said as you take a bite on your chicken nuggets. Steve furrowed his brows, Carol rolled her eyes, and Tommy H. shook his head. The four of you sat on your usual table for lunch.

“Plans, like what, fucking with Theo?” Carol irritatedly said, “Girl, you’ve been ditching us for weeks. It’s not like you and Theo are even dating.” You sighed, “We’ll get there… he said.. he’s just taking his time.”

“Bullshit,” you heard Steve mumble, “It has been going on for months. Other guys would’ve made it work for you. You deserve better.” You nodded, then said “He’ll do better. I know it.”

Steve let out a heavy sigh. “I know, I don’t have time for you guys, and you think I’m such a bad friend for choosing a guy over my friends. But I’m attached to him now, and he is too. Can you guys just be supportive of me? Pretty please?”

The three shared glances, they don’t have a choice, do they? So they all nodded. But it took a minute for Steve to nod. He knows you get attached so easily, you just never learn. And yes, he pity you for it. But he pity himself more for growing feelings for you, clearly, he has no chance.

·༻𐫱༺·

“Theo… fuck.. I’m close!” with that, you shook through your orgasm. Theo kept thrusting, chasing out his. He pulled out and came on your back.

It’s the same setup for every sex. Theo fucks you from behind, you thought maybe it’s just his favorite position. But for you, it’s not. You always wanted a missionary, where you can see each other’s faces, where you can get kisses, where the other will talk you through it.

You never complained, you just think it’s hot. Theo can feel the way your body arches for him, he can see your curves, he holds onto your waist when your bodies are connected. You just love the way he touches you.

“Another good sex, baby,” Theo said, pulling out from you. He stood up and started dressing up, “You’re leaving?” You sat up as you covered yourself with your blanket.

“Yeah, I gotta get to this party of my friend. I would bring you, but they said, no plus one. Sorry,” he just shrugged, finishing up his not-so-perfect hair with his fingers. You nodded, giving him a small smile.

You looked at the clock, 7:24pm. Carol’s party starts at 8pm. “Maybe you could drop me off at Carol's?” Theo raised his brow, “Why? I’m not your chauffeur, baby. Just grab a taxi. Plus, I’m going in different directions.”

He never said another word and just walked out of your room. You sat there for minutes, thoughts flooding in your mind. It’s always like this. At first, he takes care of you after sex, cleans you up, brings you water to hydrate after being exhausted.

As time went on, it seems like he stayed because you two are good in bed. Lots of guys want to get a hold of you. You think that maybe, he got some pride, that maybe he’s using you for fame (which totally you do not care about). Because you think that maybe he will change his mind and see you the way you see him.

After overthinking, you decided to show up to Carol’s party. They were happy you did, and more than happy when you showed up alone and not with Theo.

You and Steve stood up in the corner of the kitchen, you’ve been drinking a lot, Steve noticed it, “Too thirsty or got a problem?” he teased, “Both, maybe,” you answered, “But I don’t want to think and talk about it. Just forget it and let me have some fun.”

You chugged your drink, finishing it in one go. Steve puts down his cup, crossing his arms. He decided not to drink for the rest of the night anymore. He knows that you need someone to take care of you, and that someone is him—always been him.

“Let’s dance!” you grabbed Steve’s hand, abandoning your cup on the kitchen counter, and dragged him to the living room. You got to the dance floor with Steve, and started dancing carelessly.

Steve watches you with a grin plastered on his face, he then jammed to the music with you. Seconds passed, you two are having fun, dancing and enjoying the night. Steve can’t help but admire your careless self, you haven’t been like this for a while. He thought Theo was the reason keeping you from being one.

The party ended, Steve helped you get to the passenger seat of his car, he checked and made sure you were buckled up before circling his car and making his way to the driver’s seat.

He started the car and drove off to your house. As the ride went on, he noticed your sleeping and exhausted figure. He set the AC of the car in high temp for you to get warm through the cold night. He kept glancing on your side, checking on you for every second that would pass.

He pulled out his car in the driveway of your house. Your parents aren’t in town, so the car’s gone, giving him access for the driveway. He got out of his car and made his way towards your side. He opened the door, gently unbuckling your seatbelt. Then he took you in his arms.

He struggled to get you inside the house to your room, unable to get the keys under the flower pot with you in his arms, but he managed. And now, he slowly walked inside your room, and gently placed you on your bed.

His hands went on his hips, catching his breath first as he watched you sleep heavily. Then he took off your boots, and socks. Steve made his way to your own bathroom, grabbing a clean towel, wetting it. He went back to you and started cleaning you up, because he knows you hate sleeping dirty.

After he finished, he tucked you in, his fingers lingered on your face, caressing it, “You’re so peaceful,” he mumbled. He finally pulled back, Steve made his way out of your room after one last glance on your sleeping figure.

The next day, you showed up at school with a hangover. Rubbing your head, you sat besides Steve at the cafeteria of the school. “Here,” he nudged you the carton of milk, your favorite one. He poked the hole with the straw before handing it to you, which you gladly took and sip on it.

“Where’s Carol and Tommy?” you asked, placing the carton on the table, Steve shrugged, “They didn’t attend the morning class. Probably still on Carol’s bed.”

“D’you dropped me off last night? I don’t remember walking back inside the house,” Steve nodded his head, “Yeah, you were pretty wasted last night. Tried waking you up when we arrived at your house, but you were out.” He lied, obviously he didn’t try to wake you up. You just nodded, “Thanks.”

·༻𐫱༺·

Carol: Girl Carol: Carol sent an image.

It was a picture of Theo last night, with a girl on his lap. Technically, he didn’t cheat on you, because you aren’t together. You were both up for good sex. You placed your phone on your bed, you just sat there, staring on the floor when the door of your room opened.

“I really love it when your parents aren’t home, I get to walk in like I own this place,” Theo said, dropping his jacket on a chair. Theo started unbuckling his belt, “You know, I was thinking of you for the whole day. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

He walked towards you, just wearing his boxer. You stood up before he could even touch you, “Leave,” you managed to say. Theo looked at you confused, “Baby, why? I’ve been craving for you all day.”

“Why? The girl didn’t meet your satisfaction?” Theo furrowed his eyebrows, “Girl?” You took your phone from the bed, then showed him the picture. He has no reaction, “That? You’re jealous of that? Baby, you’re better than her.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Theo, out of my room. Now. We’re done.” Theo shrugged, picking up his clothes, and started dressing up, then left your house. After some time, you grabbed your jacket and keys.

You pulled your car out in front of Steve’s house. He had mentioned that his parents just left the town again, that he’s bored because he’s alone again in their house. Seconds passed, the door opened, revealing Steve who just finished taking a shower, as you can see that his hair is wet.

“Hey, uh what are you doing here?” he stepped aside to let you in. Then you threw yourself in his arms, Steve instinctively wrapped his arms around you. “What’s wrong?” his voice was soft and comforting. You sob against his chest.

You two ended up on their couch, Steve handed you a glass of water to help you calm down. “Theo and I are done…” Steve just listened, “Carol sent me a picture of him with a girl on his lap last night. Then he showed up earlier, started unbuckling his belt the moment he stepped in my room—all he ever wanted was my body, Steve.” 

“That jerk,” Steve’s jaw clenched at the thought, “I already told you that he’s a jerk from the start, if only you had listened to me, you won’t be hurt like this. I kept telling you to stop for your own sake. I got tired, and let you do whatever you want.”

“Then do you want me to apologize? I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry that I’m so stupid for hoping for more?” you sarcastically said. Steve ran his hands on his face, “God no.. you’re not stupid.”

“Well, you’re making me feel like one!”

“I like you, okay? And I can bear to see you with him, but I can’t bear seeing you hurt because of him!” Steve finally snapped. You stared at him with wide eyes, unable to form words. You didn’t know what came inside your mind, you grabbed his face and kissed him. Steve responded, kissing you back.

You helped him take off his shirt, Steve pinned you against the wall, still kissing you. His hands roamed everywhere in your body. “Hmmmph..” you moaned against his lips. Steve trailed his kisses to your neck. You tilted your head, giving him more access, as you played with his hair.

Steve pulled back, he slowly stepped backwards from you. “I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this because I want to have sex with you. I do, but.. I just wanted to hold you like mine, not like this..” You stared at him, then slowly, you stepped forward to him.

You brought your hands on his face, “I understand you, Steve. But are we gonna stop right now? Are you for real? I can even see how hard you are right now,” you pointed at his sweatpants, a bulge is visible. Steve can’t help but chuckle, “Let’s go to my room then.”

As soon as the door closed, he pushed you on his bed. He hovered above you, Steve helped you get undressed. He stares at you like you’re a diamond he had just found, “I knew you’d be so beautiful,” he lets his hands roam around your bare body.

Steve’s hands made its way to your breasts, playing with it. He gives attention to your nipples, pinching and twisting it. You know that Steve is different when it comes to sex. He’s your best friend, of course you know it. That’s why girls want a piece of him. He may be the soft and respectful guy to you, but you’re expecting a different one from him tonight.

He closed the space between his face and your breasts, he latched on one of your nipples, while he played the other one with his fingers. “Oh fuck…” you squirmed under him.

Seconds passed, he finally pulled back. Steve stood up and took off his sweatpants. You stared at his angry cock, waiting to be inside you. “Woah.. you really are big,” you licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, Steve started pumping his cock while staring at you.

Steve’s other hand opened the cabinet of the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He tore the packaging, then rolled the condom on his cock. Then crawled to you, he spat on his hand and rubbed it on your pussy. He pushed two fingers in, pumping it in and out.

“Ahhhh…” you pants as he kept thrusting his fingers inside you, stretching you with his long and slender digits. Before you even cum, he pulled out, edging you. “Steve!” you groaned, he just chuckled, what a tease.

Steve aligned his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your opening. Then slowly, he pushed his big cock inside, stretching you open. It’s different from Theo, Theo’s big but Steve is definitely bigger, “Oh Steve.. too big.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his fingers brushed on your hair. You quickly shook your head, “No.. don’t stop.. I can take you.” You nod at him to continue. He didn’t need to be told twice, he continued to push in until he’s fully inside you.

You swear you can feel him reach your stomach. “I’ll move now, darling,” the nickname lingers in your ear, then you nodded, giving him permission. Steve started to move in a slow and torturous way, letting you feel every inch of his cock.

“Move faster…” you moaned to him. Steve smirked, then he pulled back his hips until his tip was only inside you. He slammed back in, then he started thrusting fast inside you, when it hit your g-spot, you gasped loudly. He knew it, so he kept his pace fast. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted to feel you around me,” he moaned.

His face hovered on top of yours, then he started placing kisses on your cheeks, and the corner of your mouth, grinding your hips together. “I’m close, Steve…” you whined, he nodded, “me too, darling.”

He pulled back after giving you a kiss, he gripped on your hips, and started thrusting even faster, “Fuck, look how you’re taking me. Cum for me, darling. Cream my cock, you deserve this cock.” You can feel your orgasm building inside you, then in a seconds, you start cumming around his cock.

“There you go,” Steve didn’t stop his movements, in fact, he moves faster, chasing his own release. Steve started groaning as he came through the condom he’s wearing. He pulled out from you after a minute of panting. He took off the condom and tossed it to the trash can nearby.

Steve collapsed beside you, you were both trying to catch your breath. He turned to face you, “That was amazing,” he brushed away the strand of your hairs that was on your face, “You’re so beautiful, and messy. Let’s clean you up, hmm?” You smiled at him, he’s so soft to you. And you thought, maybe, just maybe, he’s the one you deserve.

[djofiqs]

happy 800?? thank u guysss 🫶🏻

[djofiqs]

PLEASE some joe being so sweet while reader is on her period and in pain (aka me rn) 💕

cuteeee! i’ll work on it tooo dw 🫶🏻

[djofiqs]

HII, i requested “treat you better” and girl omg you wrote it so perfectly i wanted to make another request 🤭 i was thinking about a joe x reader fic, its readers birthday and he went all out. Surprising her with flowers in the morning, later taking her out on dinner by the beach, theyre not dating and they have their first kiss, and he has bought her dream guitar a Fender Stratocaster (i love guitars i had to🫠)you can add more things if you want 🥰

that's soo cuteee! i'll writeee it after the otherss 🫶🏻

[djofiqs]

hiiiii, can i request a joe x reader fic, where theyre just really affectionate, its all very cute, joe gives reader random kisses and forehead kisses, they love cuddling, you can make it a bit spicy i dont mind🙃🙃

i won't write a spicy joe, but i can write you a fluff oneee 🫶🏻

[djofiqs]

hi! could u pls make a steve x reader story w this

- they r exes

- hooking up behind their friends’ backs

- girl is still in love w guy

- guy only talks to her when he’s horny

MAKE IT RLLY ANGSTY PLS THANK U!!!

based on my understanding, steve only talks to her when he’s horny? and their relationship is like for satisfaction? but reader really loves him? 😭 correct me if i’m wronggg

[djofiqs]

treat you better

pairing: steve harrington x reader warning: 18+ mdni. smut. eventual smut. kinda angst. p in v. protected sex. fingering. mentions of sex positions. smut with plot. modern setting. dirty talk. steve calls reader ‘darling’ word count: 2.5k notes: this one is requested ! so, feel free to request and ask anything.

“I can’t. I have plans for tonight,” you said as you take a bite on your chicken nuggets. Steve furrowed his brows, Carol rolled her eyes, and Tommy H. shook his head. The four of you sat on your usual table for lunch.

“Plans, like what, fucking with Theo?” Carol irritatedly said, “Girl, you’ve been ditching us for weeks. It’s not like you and Theo are even dating.” You sighed, “We’ll get there… he said.. he’s just taking his time.”

“Bullshit,” you heard Steve mumble, “It has been going on for months. Other guys would’ve made it work for you. You deserve better.” You nodded, then said “He’ll do better. I know it.”

Steve let out a heavy sigh. “I know, I don’t have time for you guys, and you think I’m such a bad friend for choosing a guy over my friends. But I’m attached to him now, and he is too. Can you guys just be supportive of me? Pretty please?”

The three shared glances, they don’t have a choice, do they? So they all nodded. But it took a minute for Steve to nod. He knows you get attached so easily, you just never learn. And yes, he pity you for it. But he pity himself more for growing feelings for you, clearly, he has no chance.

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“Theo… fuck.. I’m close!” with that, you shook through your orgasm. Theo kept thrusting, chasing out his. He pulled out and came on your back.

It’s the same setup for every sex. Theo fucks you from behind, you thought maybe it’s just his favorite position. But for you, it’s not. You always wanted a missionary, where you can see each other’s faces, where you can get kisses, where the other will talk you through it.

You never complained, you just think it’s hot. Theo can feel the way your body arches for him, he can see your curves, he holds onto your waist when your bodies are connected. You just love the way he touches you.

“Another good sex, baby,” Theo said, pulling out from you. He stood up and started dressing up, “You’re leaving?” You sat up as you covered yourself with your blanket.

“Yeah, I gotta get to this party of my friend. I would bring you, but they said, no plus one. Sorry,” he just shrugged, finishing up his not-so-perfect hair with his fingers. You nodded, giving him a small smile.

You looked at the clock, 7:24pm. Carol’s party starts at 8pm. “Maybe you could drop me off at Carol's?” Theo raised his brow, “Why? I’m not your chauffeur, baby. Just grab a taxi. Plus, I’m going in different directions.”

He never said another word and just walked out of your room. You sat there for minutes, thoughts flooding in your mind. It’s always like this. At first, he takes care of you after sex, cleans you up, brings you water to hydrate after being exhausted.

As time went on, it seems like he stayed because you two are good in bed. Lots of guys want to get a hold of you. You think that maybe, he got some pride, that maybe he’s using you for fame (which totally you do not care about). Because you think that maybe he will change his mind and see you the way you see him.

After overthinking, you decided to show up to Carol’s party. They were happy you did, and more than happy when you showed up alone and not with Theo.

You and Steve stood up in the corner of the kitchen, you’ve been drinking a lot, Steve noticed it, “Too thirsty or got a problem?” he teased, “Both, maybe,” you answered, “But I don’t want to think and talk about it. Just forget it and let me have some fun.”

You chugged your drink, finishing it in one go. Steve puts down his cup, crossing his arms. He decided not to drink for the rest of the night anymore. He knows that you need someone to take care of you, and that someone is him—always been him.

“Let’s dance!” you grabbed Steve’s hand, abandoning your cup on the kitchen counter, and dragged him to the living room. You got to the dance floor with Steve, and started dancing carelessly.

Steve watches you with a grin plastered on his face, he then jammed to the music with you. Seconds passed, you two are having fun, dancing and enjoying the night. Steve can’t help but admire your careless self, you haven’t been like this for a while. He thought Theo was the reason keeping you from being one.

The party ended, Steve helped you get to the passenger seat of his car, he checked and made sure you were buckled up before circling his car and making his way to the driver’s seat.

He started the car and drove off to your house. As the ride went on, he noticed your sleeping and exhausted figure. He set the AC of the car in high temp for you to get warm through the cold night. He kept glancing on your side, checking on you for every second that would pass.

He pulled out his car in the driveway of your house. Your parents aren’t in town, so the car’s gone, giving him access for the driveway. He got out of his car and made his way towards your side. He opened the door, gently unbuckling your seatbelt. Then he took you in his arms.

He struggled to get you inside the house to your room, unable to get the keys under the flower pot with you in his arms, but he managed. And now, he slowly walked inside your room, and gently placed you on your bed.

His hands went on his hips, catching his breath first as he watched you sleep heavily. Then he took off your boots, and socks. Steve made his way to your own bathroom, grabbing a clean towel, wetting it. He went back to you and started cleaning you up, because he knows you hate sleeping dirty.

After he finished, he tucked you in, his fingers lingered on your face, caressing it, “You’re so peaceful,” he mumbled. He finally pulled back, Steve made his way out of your room after one last glance on your sleeping figure.

The next day, you showed up at school with a hangover. Rubbing your head, you sat besides Steve at the cafeteria of the school. “Here,” he nudged you the carton of milk, your favorite one. He poked the hole with the straw before handing it to you, which you gladly took and sip on it.

“Where’s Carol and Tommy?” you asked, placing the carton on the table, Steve shrugged, “They didn’t attend the morning class. Probably still on Carol’s bed.”

“D’you dropped me off last night? I don’t remember walking back inside the house,” Steve nodded his head, “Yeah, you were pretty wasted last night. Tried waking you up when we arrived at your house, but you were out.” He lied, obviously he didn’t try to wake you up. You just nodded, “Thanks.”

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Carol: Girl Carol: Carol sent an image.

It was a picture of Theo last night, with a girl on his lap. Technically, he didn’t cheat on you, because you aren’t together. You were both up for good sex. You placed your phone on your bed, you just sat there, staring on the floor when the door of your room opened.

“I really love it when your parents aren’t home, I get to walk in like I own this place,” Theo said, dropping his jacket on a chair. Theo started unbuckling his belt, “You know, I was thinking of you for the whole day. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

He walked towards you, just wearing his boxer. You stood up before he could even touch you, “Leave,” you managed to say. Theo looked at you confused, “Baby, why? I’ve been craving for you all day.”

“Why? The girl didn’t meet your satisfaction?” Theo furrowed his eyebrows, “Girl?” You took your phone from the bed, then showed him the picture. He has no reaction, “That? You’re jealous of that? Baby, you’re better than her.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Theo, out of my room. Now. We’re done.” Theo shrugged, picking up his clothes, and started dressing up, then left your house. After some time, you grabbed your jacket and keys.

You pulled your car out in front of Steve’s house. He had mentioned that his parents just left the town again, that he’s bored because he’s alone again in their house. Seconds passed, the door opened, revealing Steve who just finished taking a shower, as you can see that his hair is wet.

“Hey, uh what are you doing here?” he stepped aside to let you in. Then you threw yourself in his arms, Steve instinctively wrapped his arms around you. “What’s wrong?” his voice was soft and comforting. You sob against his chest.

You two ended up on their couch, Steve handed you a glass of water to help you calm down. “Theo and I are done…” Steve just listened, “Carol sent me a picture of him with a girl on his lap last night. Then he showed up earlier, started unbuckling his belt the moment he stepped in my room—all he ever wanted was my body, Steve.” 

“That jerk,” Steve’s jaw clenched at the thought, “I already told you that he’s a jerk from the start, if only you had listened to me, you won’t be hurt like this. I kept telling you to stop for your own sake. I got tired, and let you do whatever you want.”

“Then do you want me to apologize? I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry that I’m so stupid for hoping for more?” you sarcastically said. Steve ran his hands on his face, “God no.. you’re not stupid.”

“Well, you’re making me feel like one!”

“I like you, okay? And I can bear to see you with him, but I can’t bear seeing you hurt because of him!” Steve finally snapped. You stared at him with wide eyes, unable to form words. You didn’t know what came inside your mind, you grabbed his face and kissed him. Steve responded, kissing you back.

You helped him take off his shirt, Steve pinned you against the wall, still kissing you. His hands roamed everywhere in your body. “Hmmmph..” you moaned against his lips. Steve trailed his kisses to your neck. You tilted your head, giving him more access, as you played with his hair.

Steve pulled back, he slowly stepped backwards from you. “I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this because I want to have sex with you. I do, but.. I just wanted to hold you like mine, not like this..” You stared at him, then slowly, you stepped forward to him.

You brought your hands on his face, “I understand you, Steve. But are we gonna stop right now? Are you for real? I can even see how hard you are right now,” you pointed at his sweatpants, a bulge is visible. Steve can’t help but chuckle, “Let’s go to my room then.”

As soon as the door closed, he pushed you on his bed. He hovered above you, Steve helped you get undressed. He stares at you like you’re a diamond he had just found, “I knew you’d be so beautiful,” he lets his hands roam around your bare body.

Steve’s hands made its way to your breasts, playing with it. He gives attention to your nipples, pinching and twisting it. You know that Steve is different when it comes to sex. He’s your best friend, of course you know it. That’s why girls want a piece of him. He may be the soft and respectful guy to you, but you’re expecting a different one from him tonight.

He closed the space between his face and your breasts, he latched on one of your nipples, while he played the other one with his fingers. “Oh fuck…” you squirmed under him.

Seconds passed, he finally pulled back. Steve stood up and took off his sweatpants. You stared at his angry cock, waiting to be inside you. “Woah.. you really are big,” you licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, Steve started pumping his cock while staring at you.

Steve’s other hand opened the cabinet of the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He tore the packaging, then rolled the condom on his cock. Then crawled to you, he spat on his hand and rubbed it on your pussy. He pushed two fingers in, pumping it in and out.

“Ahhhh…” you pants as he kept thrusting his fingers inside you, stretching you with his long and slender digits. Before you even cum, he pulled out, edging you. “Steve!” you groaned, he just chuckled, what a tease.

Steve aligned his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your opening. Then slowly, he pushed his big cock inside, stretching you open. It’s different from Theo, Theo’s big but Steve is definitely bigger, “Oh Steve.. too big.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his fingers brushed on your hair. You quickly shook your head, “No.. don’t stop.. I can take you.” You nod at him to continue. He didn’t need to be told twice, he continued to push in until he’s fully inside you.

You swear you can feel him reach your stomach. “I’ll move now, darling,” the nickname lingers in your ear, then you nodded, giving him permission. Steve started to move in a slow and torturous way, letting you feel every inch of his cock.

“Move faster…” you moaned to him. Steve smirked, then he pulled back his hips until his tip was only inside you. He slammed back in, then he started thrusting fast inside you, when it hit your g-spot, you gasped loudly. He knew it, so he kept his pace fast. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted to feel you around me,” he moaned.

His face hovered on top of yours, then he started placing kisses on your cheeks, and the corner of your mouth, grinding your hips together. “I’m close, Steve…” you whined, he nodded, “me too, darling.”

He pulled back after giving you a kiss, he gripped on your hips, and started thrusting even faster, “Fuck, look how you’re taking me. Cum for me, darling. Cream my cock, you deserve this cock.” You can feel your orgasm building inside you, then in a seconds, you start cumming around his cock.

“There you go,” Steve didn’t stop his movements, in fact, he moves faster, chasing his own release. Steve started groaning as he came through the condom he’s wearing. He pulled out from you after a minute of panting. He took off the condom and tossed it to the trash can nearby.

Steve collapsed beside you, you were both trying to catch your breath. He turned to face you, “That was amazing,” he brushed away the strand of your hairs that was on your face, “You’re so beautiful, and messy. Let’s clean you up, hmm?” You smiled at him, he’s so soft to you. And you thought, maybe, just maybe, he’s the one you deserve.

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