damn I wish any of the djolings were real rn cause I need a bed to I toss myself onto before I scream cry with my head on his chest and his arms around him. I also need someone to turn off my brain and make decisions for me until I'm ok again
CW: cussing, reader calls Gator daddy (affectionately / non sexual), soft & vulnerable Gator, slight religious tone with Baron - country sweetheart (based off the movie),
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A/N: I hate that Keys' is the shortest but there's so much we don't know about him it was hard to write
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Steve Harrington
Announcing To Him: The sound of Steve's car pulling into the driveway makes your heartbeat quicken
He's finally home from baseball practice. You take a deep breath before holding the sign against your stomach. Taking your usual place when you greet him at the door
"Hey, sweetheart. I'm home" Steve tosses his hat off and places the keys in the key bowl. Already leaning in to kiss you
"Baby, sweetheart, most beautiful woman in the world, please don't take this the wrong way, but when did you get boxy and square?"
You laugh, "That's not me."
"Then what is it?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should check?"
Steve eyed you suspiciously, pulling away to notice what was between you
"Care to explain why you have a mini message board between us?"
You shrug, "No clue. Maybe you should read it."
"Ok," Steve takes the board, "You're going to be a daddy." he reads.
The board falls to the floor as he looks at you. Your grin widely holding up a onesie that you had hand-sewn the words little nugget on. Steve gets on his knees, giving a million and one kisses to your stomach
"I love you so much already. I promise you I'm gonna be the best daddy to you. You're gonna be so spoiled." He talks to your stomach
You run a hand through his hair, smiling. He wraps you in a hug, pulling you tight against his chest
"You're gonna be the best mom ever. I already know, and you're gonna look even more beautiful than you already do. You're gonna look so round. So full of my baby. Everyone's gonna-"
You gently tug on his hair, "Sweet and loving words. I already know about your breeding kink, ok?"
He laughs, "Sorry. I'm just so happy.....and horny. But mostly happy."
You kiss his cheek
"It's not fair we only get to do this twice." Steve pouts
"Twice?" You raise an eyebrow
"Four times. Robin, everybody else, my parents, and your parents."
"Ok, so three times with people that matter," he corrects himself, "And again with my parents."
"I promise it gets easier every time you do it." You joke
"It's not fair, I didn't get to announce it." he pouts
You raise an eyebrow at him, "You can tell everyone else. I just wanna be the one to tell my parents."
He sighs, "That's not what I mean."
"What do you mean? I made the announcement for you... like three seconds ago."
"I know, but I wanted to be the one to tell myself I was a dad" He pouts
You laugh, "I'm sorry, but how would that have happened? I take the test, find out it's positive, call you to the bathroom, and stay quiet until you say 'Steve, you are the father'?" You tease
He cringes, "God no! Well....maybe?"
You playfully slap his arm
"Next time, I promise you'll get to find out with me. I'll take the test, and we'll read the result together."
Announcing To Friends and Family: It was just like the old times, Friday Night Movie Night at The Harringtons.
Way too many snacks, soda, a lot more alcohol since everyone was legal now, pizza delivered from the local restaurant, and an endless option of movies everyone had suggested while you and Steve were planning the event
"You sure inviting her over an hour early isn't a problem?" You ask Steve as you decorate the sign
"For Robin? No. It lessens the chance she runs into anyone and invites them over early with her, and it gives her enough time to calm down and come up with some excuse to come up with other conversations before she inevitably goes mute or spills the beans."
You place a hand over your heart. "You really wanna make this special for her, huh?"
"Yeah, she's my best friend.... and she's gonna be the closest free babysitter aside from your parents." He places a kiss on your head
"And Dustin is coming over how early?"
"Thirty minutes. I told him fifteen minutes, but we all know how he is."
You nod, college really made Dustin grow up and manage a timely schedule
"Are we keeping the same sign for Aunt Robin and Uncle Dustin or changing it?"
"You can stop asking when we're having a baby now for Dustin and Robin." Steve reaches over and adds the heart pin to the board
"We're changing our names to Mom and Dad for the rest of them, and we lose the heart, maybe."
"Maybe." You lean up and press a kiss to his lips
"You sure the video camera is set up and at a good angle?"
"Yeah. I triple-checked it and even talked to Jonathan earlier this week to make sure I had everything set up properly."
"Was that a good idea?"
"I was nice to him. We're friends now, remember?"
You roll your eyes, "That's not what I mean, and you know it."
"It's not like I gave him any real details about why I was using. He probably thinks we were making a sex tape or something."
Your eyes widen in horror at Steve's words
"If he even thought anything of it. You know he's been busy filming? Wait, no, is he casting?"
The sound of three loud rhythmic knocks on the door ends your conversation. Robin again saving Steve from himself. You grab the sign off the bed and take Steve's hand in yours
"Let's go set this up, and we'll go greet our Robin" You say with a smile
You both walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You place the sign where you'd usually place the pizza and lean the sonogram pictures against it while Steve walks over to the video camera
"Holy shit." He says
You freeze. "What? Is something wrong?"
"No. It's just - this camera and this angle. Babe, it makes your ass look really good."
You shake your head as you giggle
"Just press play and let's go greet Robin, and maybe you can get some later, Mr. Harrington."
"I pressed play before I walked into the bedroom," He admits, "I didn't wanna miss you setting it up for them."
A blush now obvious on both your cheeks. Yours from the horror of realizing that when your kids watch this video, they'll have to watch all of that just to see the family's excitement. Steve's blush because he hit him how special this moment was, how much you meant to him, how you were starting a family, and how great your ass really looked in your jeans.
Another three knocks
"I'll go get the door." Steve says
"And there she is, my favorite -" Robin pauses as she walks into the kitchen
"We're -" Steve cuts you off by placing a kiss on your cheek
"Just read the sign, Rob."
"No, I - I read it. That's why I stopped greeting your wife." She says, mouth still agape
She reads the sign again as tears start to fill her eyes. You leave Steve's grasp and hand the sonogram pictures to her
"You're gonna be an Aunt Robin! Aunt Rockin Robin!" You say as tears fill your own eyes
"Oh, my god. Oh my God. Congratulations" She says as the tears fall and she walks over to Steve, giving him a tight hug. Your heart swells at the scene in front of you
"I'm so sorry. I know I should've hugged you first. You're the mom, but you don't -" she wipes away her tears
"Neither of you can look at me when I say this, especially you, Dingus," she glares at him, hoping the nickname and glare would stop the tears, but it only made it worse
"But you don't know how long he wanted this, especially with you. I'm happy. You both deserve this." She hugs you tightly
Steve wraps his arms around both of you. Pulling away to wipe away his own tears, "You're the first person we told."
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"Hey guys! I'm home" Dustin calls out as he lets himself in, surprisingly showing up only 20 minutes early
His words already making your eyes water again
"We're in the kitchen" Steve calls out
A hand around your waist to help keep you steady as you hide your face in his shoulders
"I hate being emotional."
"Sweetheart, you've always been emotional. I love that about you. The only thing now is you can't hold back your tears."
"Hey. Where is everyone?" Dustin's eyes widen in panic as he sees you crying
"What happened? What's going on?"
Robin taps loudly on the sign. Dustin doesn't even read it. He just glances at the sonogram pictures, you crying, and puts the pieces together
"Holy shit." He grins, "Congratulations."
He walks over and hugs both of you
"Can't believe you're gonna be a dad and you're gonna be a mom."
"And you're gonna be an uncle. Uncle Dusty Bun." You tease
"Are you guys ever gonna let that go? It was one nickname."
"And a song" Robin reminds
"Oh, my god. I forgot about the song! That's it, movie decision made. We're watching The NeverEnding Story" You sing the title
Dustin runs a hand down his face than points his arm accusingly at Robin, mirroring Steve "Serious?"
Steve just laughs
"Dusty Bun and Rockin Robin are gonna be our kids' aunt and uncle. Who would've thought?" Steve asks
"You. I mean, you put so much thought into this. The video camera. Their special sign."
Steve's cheek burns pink again
"We were gonna notice the sign change anyway," Dustin says, reaching into the fridge for a beer
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"How does that look?" You ask, showing off the redecorated sign as Dustin helps Steve and Robin with the finishing touches
"I like it. It looks good."
"Yeah"
"When did you find time to buy shoes and a onesie?" Steve asks
"They were in the store when I went to buy the onesie I used to tell you, and I just had to buy them."
"What onesie did you use to tell him?" Dustin asks
You reach for the onesie that was in your back pocket and pull it out
"That's cute. Little Nugget."
"Thank you. They didn't have any onesies that said little nugget so I had to sew it on."
"That's the onesie you should put next to the sign. It's cuter, and it matches your and Steve's vibe more" Robin smiles
"That's Nancy." Steve says as she knocks
"It's actually all of us. Except for Dustin and Robin" Nancy calls out
"I'll get it" Dustin says as he leaves the kitchen
"All of us except for Rob - oh, hi Robin." Nancy smiles
"Why's everyone in the kitchen?" Mike asks
"Did something happen?" Max asks
"Just walk into the kitchen." Dustin says, leading the group
Steve had adjusted the sign so it was the first thing you saw as you walked in. Everyone reading the sign before walking up to the kitchen table to congratulate both of you
"I was wrong about the sex tape.... I think." Jonathan says as he leans in closer to Nancy
"Sex Tape?" Mike asks
"Oh, God. There was no sex tape" Steve says as he runs a hand down his face
"Y'know, since you're having your first out of six nuggets, all their names should start with n. Nathan, Naomi, Natasha, Nadine, Nicole, and Noah." Nancy teasingly suggests
Steve's eyes light up immediately
"I'm shutting that down. When we choose a name for the baby, I want it to come naturally. I don't wanna stress about it or look in the books specifically for N names."
"And I'm just saying Henderson could work as a good first name. Or something like Henry Harrington."
"I like Robert. Rockin Robert Harrington."
You shake your head, laughing, "Why couldn't they have had this argument when it was just us?"
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Gator Tillman
Announcing to Him: With Gator, there was no right way to tell him.
In your mind, there only seemed to be a million and one wrong ways. Would he be the one running away this time?
You sigh nervously and talk to your stomach, "You better make labor easy. Your daddy is gonna be worth shit."
"Labor? Daddy?" Gator says from the hallway, his footsteps getting closer
Damn this echoey old house
He walks over to you and gently rests his hands against your hips
"You sure it's mine?" He asks, but you can sense the smile that's tugging on his lips
"That mean you're staying?" You ask honestly
"Don't know, mama. Why don't you tell me properly and we'll see."
"If it wasn't for our rings, I'd slap you right now."
He smirks, "And we'd both enjoy it."
You roll your eyes
"Gator Tillman, I'm pregnant. We're having a baby."
"How long've you known?"
"Couple weeks. Took some tests at home." You reach for the sonogram photos on the sink countertop. "Didn't wanna get our hopes up til the doctor confirmed it." You hand the pictures to him, staring at him to see his reaction
"Can I pick you up and spin you around?"
You laugh and nod. Half a second later, Gator's arms lift you into the air and spin you around excitedly. He places a kiss on your stomach before gently placing you down. His lips met yours in an excited yet gentle kiss
"God damn." He has the biggest grin on his face since your wedding day, "My wife's carrying my baby."
Announcing to Friends and Family: "I like that one." Gator says from over your shoulder, where he had secretly been looking at Pinterest ideas with you
"I thought you didn't care what we did?" You tease
"Never said I didn't care. I said it was up to you." He corrects
You grimace, "You really like that one?"
"Yeah, it's....nice?"
"One in the chamber." You laugh as you read "Alright, we'll do it, but those guns better be empty, and you're handling them."
"You know how to handle them too."
"Yeah, but you taught me all of that in case of an emergency." You remind him.
He nods and goes to set everything up as you decorate the sign and grab the sonogram pictures
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"Daddy, bring me your clean work boots!" You yell from the front yard
"Daddy?" Gator smirks as he hands you his boots.
You inspect them and smile happily. You place them near the cruiser. An advantage of being the sheriff's son is that you could bring home your cruiser. He probably shouldn't, but just this once, you're glad he did.
"Just practicing for when the baby gets here. They can hear us, y'know?" You try to play it off
"I could get used to that." He kisses the top of your head
"We're thrilled to say Daddy's backup is on the way." You read the sign before placing it down on the cruiser. You pull out the wooden cop badge with blue and black circles to move back and off
"Isn't this so cute? It even says Tillman" you show Gator excitedly
He smiles
"I'm proof that mommy can't resist daddy in a uniform. Love that. We're getting that onesie in every size." Gator smirks
"I thought you'd like that one."
"Maybe we should throw in my thigh holster, huh? Show what really made the baby get here."
"Don't you dare. And don't you even think about wearing that around anymore. I don't need anyone staring at what's mine." Your hands grip his thigh tightly before sliding down to palm his dick
"That holster is staying off until the baby gets here - when I can fight whatever bimbo that thinks about looking at what's mine." You grumble. Gator ruffles your hair and kisses the top of your head, secretly loving this new possessiveness pregnancy had brought out in you
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"Daddy, bring me your cowboy hat!" You call out again
"Cowboy hat?"
"Yeah, that one you wear around the ranch."
"Oh. Oh." He raises an eyebrow, "How'd you know 'bout that. Only wore it ......" He pauses to think, "Once."
You frown, "I know."
"So much for save a horse ride a cowboy" You mumble as he hands you the hat
"Where'd you get the boots?" He asks, looking over the display
"They're mine. Figured it's only fair since we're using your hat, your cruiser, your guns, a lot of your stuff, that we'd include something of mine for my favorite announcement."
He nods and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you flush against his chest. "I love you."
"I love you too, Gator... so much."
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"You sure this is how you wanna announce it?" Gator asks
You nod, "Yeah. The whole town's gonna be gossiping about it anyway, so might as well make the information public."
You scroll through your photo album, choosing the photos that had the best lighting and looked the prettiest
"....And done," you turn the phone around to show Gator
Three simple and perfect photos - the cowboy hat, the cruiser, and Gator's announcement choice. No caption
He smiles proudly, "I love you, and I love our baby. Our family."
"We love you too."
A small pause as you pull away from him slightly, "What about Roy?"
"I'll tell him and Karen tomorrow before church. He can't react badly cause it'll be in front of everyone, and they'll know before the church gossip tells them. Simple."
"You want me there?"
"Near me, not by me. Might start crying tears of joy if you're standing right by me, and that ain't something men do" he rolls his eyes as the words leave his mouth
You know those words aren't his but his father's. You've heard Roy say it around the ranch, along with other things you wish you could forget. You lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips
"Besides, I only like you crying for me." You say against his lips
He chuckles
A few minutes later, your phone goes off, and you ignore it, assuming it's just family and friends congratulating you. A sweet thing, a kind thing, but not something that mattered when you were cuddled in Gator's lap.
But when he hands you your phone, you know it's something important, something he wants you to see, something he wants to show you without being vulnerable enough to ask. Your eyes met his as you opened your phone. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you see his post.
It's simple. Five different bullets lined up from biggest to smallest with his metal gun box serving as the background and the words "We're having a bb" typed out in a cursive font, something very not Gator-like but so you. There's no real caption, just the "😉" emoji
"Gates," You cry out, tears filling your eyes, and a hand over your mouth
"You're my wife. You're having my baby. You're carrying my baby. I want the whole damn world to know." He says in the softest voice you've ever heard, forehead resting against yours
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Keys McKey
Announcing To Him: "Keys, Something's wrong with my switch," you pout as you walk into his gaming room
"What's going on with it?" He asks
"I don't know. I was playing a game, and the screen froze, and now the whole system is unresponsive. Fix it please?" You hand him the game console
Keys takes it from you "Babe, what even is this? It doesn't even look like a real game. The screen just says in crappy wannabe video game text New Player Unlocked."
His words make your pout turn real because, yeah, it was shitty wannabe video game look but you tried your best. It's not like you're an MIT genius like him. You start to sink into his lap
"Gotta be careful what games you put on here. Some are scams that just screw up the system, and some, well, some are just so idiotic it makes me wanna cry."
"That coming from the dirty stripper cop?" You ask
"Only in the game and it's for work."
He rests his head on your shoulder
"Just watch me, ok? I want you to know how to fix it in case I'm at work or something the next time this happens."
You nod. His hand secures onto the controls as he 'fixes' your game. Suddenly, the video displays the words on the screen, which are replaced by sonogram images. The very last photo with the words I'm proof my daddy isn't always playing video games.
Keys' eyebrow knit in confusion, "That's weird. I've never seen that -"
All the color drains from his face. Your switch fell out of his hands and barely missed the ground because you caught it in time. The second the game is securely on his desk, he pulls you closer to him. Leaving kisses all over your face. One hand on your back to hold you securely, and the other on your stomach
"We're gonna be parents. You're gonna be the most amazing mom ever!"
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Baron Lamram (Country Sweetheart)
Announcing To Him: As much as you loved Baron, you know it could take him a minute to connect all the dots, so when the test came back positive, you knew right away that you needed a clear and consistent way to tell him.
The idea came to you at your doctor's appointment, something crafty yet cute and clear enough that he'd get it. A quick stop at a craft store on the way home, and your plan was in action. You sat down at the kitchen table, writing out the word in Sharpie before carving it into wood, then drilling four holes and adding some rope to hold the test.
"Hi, Daddy. I know we haven't met yet, but I already know I love you. I can't wait to meet you." You read the words out loud, tears forming in your eyes.
The sound of Baron's bike being thrown on the ground brings you back to the moment, but still a sign that Baron was having a bad day. Your smile only grows when you realize that you have the perfect news to cheer him up. You quickly hide the sign behind your back as the front door opens
"Hi, handsome." You greet
"Hi, sweetheart." Baron greets, his tone exhausted but still offering you a smile
"Rough day?"
He nods
"Well, I've got some news that'll cheer you up."
"You do?"
"Mhmm."
You stand in front of him as he sits down on the couch. You don't say anything as you hold the sign in front of you.
"Hi, Daddy." Baron reads, "I know we haven't met yet, but I know I already love you. I can't wait to meet you."
His eyes meet yours and you laugh when you see his eyebrows are knitted in confusion. You reach into your back pocket and pull out the sonogram pictures from earlier today.
You hold the picture in front of him, "We're having a baby Ba-"
You are cut off by Baron leaning in and kissing you. His arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest. One hand holding onto the pictures and the other tangled in his hair.
"We're having a baby," He cheers excitedly. He lifts you up in the air and twirls you. You laugh excitedly
"Ok, I think I'm gonna puke if you spin me around anymore, baby." You warm
His eyes widen in horror as he quickly puts you down, "I'm so, so sorry."
His eyes are searching yours to make sure you're ok, and a hand is gently resting on your stomach. Your hand reaches to caress his cheek
"It's ok. We're ok."
Announcing to Friends and Family: "Are you sure you're ok with this?" Baron asks
You nod, "Of course. Your mama deserves to know too."
He kisses your cheek and smiles. You look at him affectionately
"You sure I can't carry the basket? It's light."
The basket that once held the food from your picnic is now filled with 2 bouquets of flowers, a small bouquet of baby breaths, Baron's childhood stuffed bear with a yellow ribbon now sewn onto it, an outfit you had purchased earlier today, and the sonogram pictures.
He immediately shakes his head
"You're already carrying my baby. That's enough."
"Baron" You scold, leaning against him for support as your legs turn to jelly
It wasn't anything vulgar. You have both said dirtier things to each other in bed, but that was in the comfort of your own home. So to hear him say something like that out loud made your face warm up and sent heat to your core
"I'm sorry, honey." He kisses your cheek, "But I promise nobody heard."
You giggle as you finally reach Mama Eda's gravestone
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, mama." Baron greets, laying down the blanket and helping you onto the covered grass
You rest your head against his shoulder as he places the basket on the other side of him
You smile, "Got some really exciting news for you."
Your eyes met Baron's, a silent reassurance that he should be the one to tell her. Your fingers intertwine as he kisses your hand
"We're having a baby! My wife's having a baby, mama." he says excitedly
There was a boyish wonder in his eyes and a huge grin on his face as the words left his mouth. He gently pulls you closer to him, letting you quickly invade his space.
You rest your head in the crook of his neck and place a hand on top of his heart. The sound and feel of his heartbeat slowly put you to sleep as you listen to him talk to his mom. Before you can actually fall asleep and have Baron carry you to the car, you lift your head up, sitting straighter
"Help me up, please?"
He nods and quickly lifts you up in his arms before placing you down on the ground
"Everything ok?"
"Yeah...yeah. Happy tears I promise" You wipe away your tears
"I just wanna give you and mama your privacy and your moment. I'm gonna head to the car and wait and try not to fall asleep." You softly laugh
"Ok. If you do, I'm carrying you into the house. Don't wanna wake you up cause you need your sleep."
You don't argue, you just nod. Kissing his lips and his cheek before saying goodbye and heading back to the car
"Thank you, mama."
Baron places the Baby Breath bouquet and a flower bouquet in front of her grave, "Thank you, Mama, for my baby and my wife. I know you sent them to me"
He looks at you as you get into the passenger seat of the car, patiently waiting for him
"A-and thank you Lord. I know you sent them my way too."
Can u write one where steve always acts like he understands wht reader muffled something incoherently in her sleep he goes yh yh or like I know right he just finds her cute and one day reader get to know abt it
Talk Nonsense To Me
Steve Harrington x fem!reader 600 words
warnings: fluff, sleep talking,
You’re mortified at the revelation of you talking in your sleep, luckily Steve thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever
It doesn’t take Steve long to notice. The first time it happens, your head is tucked against his shoulder, resting on his couch during a movie marathon you should’ve been awake for.
“Mff…no, ice cream doesn’t go on pizza…”
Steve blinks, shifting slightly but cautiously in order not to wake you.
“…Yeah, absolutely,” he answers without missing a beat. “The saltiness doesn’t go well with the sweetness.”
You don’t even hear him, just continuing to snore softly and go back to whatever debate you were having. And somehow, it becomes a thing.
Whenever you mumble nonsense in your sleep, Steve always answers like it’s second nature now, like you are having a totally normal back and forth conversation.
“Mmm, blue strawberries…”
Steve nodded, though that food made complete zero sense. “Sounds yummy.”
At first it had just made him laugh, but now it became something he would look forward to. You mostly talked about things you liked, rambling about every topic that filled your dreams.
One night, you were fast asleep while Steve was just listening soundly to your even breaths, holding you close against his own warm body.
“Steve…” you grumble, and Steve reacts with thinking, responding with muscle memory as if you're still awake.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I miss you.” His breath catches, your words catching him off guard. Even in your conscious you still longed for him, and though your physical form remains present, he longed for you even more.
“I’m right here, honey.” Steve whispers into the night, tucking you closer as if to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere.
But the only problem is that you don’t remember any of it, and Steve likes to keep that to himself.
It came to an end when Robin crashed your place in the morning, eating the breakfast Steve had made for you as he chatted loudly.
“She told me yesterday that she climbed the Great Wall of China." Steve said, just as you rounded the corner.
You froze in your tracks, he surely couldn’t have been talking about you, could he? “I told you what?”
Steve turned around casually, “what, do you not remember it?” He knew you of course wouldn’t have, but there was no harm in playing around with you a bit as he watched your expression turn more confused by the minute.
After a couple of moments, a horrifying realization spread across your face. “Wait—I had a dream about it.” You said slowly.
Steve grinned wickedly. “Uh huh, and you told me all about it.”
“You’re lying.”
“And apparently you enjoy blue strawberries.”
You cover your face with your hands as Robin bellows over in laughter. “That doesn’t even exist.” You said mortified.
Steve shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “According to you, it does.”
“Why have you never told me this?” You sigh.
“Because it’s cute.” He says without hesitation, making you pause.
“Cute?” Robin repeats, still having not recovered from her laughing attack.
“You mumble weird stuff, I answer. It’s our thing.” Steve says like it’s obvious, your cheeks flushing with the thought of all the possible things you could’ve accidentally confessed to in your sleep.
“You guys are sickening.” Robin cuts in, but none of you turn to look at her.
“So every time I talk nonsense, you respond…and you don’t think it’s weird?” You point at him.
“At first—strange, but I’ve gotten used to it.” Steve shook his head, his words coming out fondly.
You suddenly felt a rush of affection towards him, you wouldn’t know how to react if someone started talking to you in their sleep, but Steve hadn’t even mentioned it to you about it until now.
“But I guess my favorite one was when you said you missed me.” He winked slyly.
You immediately groaned, hiding your blush from him. At least he wouldn’t know even your dreams were consumed by the thought of him.
Can I request where steve babies reader so badd like always calling her baby stopping eveything he doing just reader wants a hug or a kiss just tooth rotting fluff
I’ll Do It For You
Steve Harrington x fem!reader 900 words
warnings: codependency, fluff, caregiving,
Steve can’t help but love you in every way possible, even if it means treating you delicately
It was plain and simple to Steve, being with him meant there wasn’t a single thing on earth he wouldn’t do for you. He went above and beyond, making sure you ate all your meals everyday, preparing your baths at night, making your life easier in the smallest of ways.
“Baby,” he called out softly from the kitchen, cutting up your favorite fruits. “Did you take your medicine yet?”
You sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch, with a blanket wrapped around you. “I was about to.” You muttered, definitely knowing you were in fact not about to.
“And how long ago were you planning to?” He rounded the couch wearing grey sweats hung low on his hips, voice still rough with sleep.
You avoided his gaze, and he took that as an answer. Steve crouched down in front of you, large hands resting on your knees. First, he opened the water bottle, bringing it to your lips slowly.
“Open.” He instructed, and knowing better than to disobey, you obediently opened while he placed the pills carefully in your mouth and allowed you to swallow them down.
“Good girl.” He praised, moving hair out of your face and taking the water away. Heat rushed to your cheeks, and a smile tugged at his lips knowingly.
“Did you sleep okay?” He moved to sit beside you, and you instantly cuddled up to his side.
“Kinda,” you sighed, inhaling his scent that calmed your nervous system.
“Kinda?” He repeated, furrowing his brows, the answer not satisfying him enough.
“I kept waking up.” You answered, and Steve shook his head like your discomfort physically pained him. Before you knew it, he was scooping you off the couch and carrying you in his arms as you let out a surprised squeak.
“Steve!” You yelped, tightening your arms around his neck.
“What?” He replied innocently, walking into your shared bedroom. “You didn’t sleep enough, baby.” He shrugged like it was obvious.
“So, I can still walk?” You couldn’t help but laugh.
“You could,” he tilted his head, laying you down and fluffing the pillows around your neck. “But you shouldn’t have to.”
The words hit you harder than you expected, because with Steve you never did more than you had to. Walking past you meant a kiss pressed to your forehead, arms finding their way onto your waist, and being called baby more than your own name.
Baby, baby, baby. Nothing else could sound so sweet from Steve’s lips, and he took the term literally—you were his baby, and he would take care of you like one.
Somewhere along the way, you stopped pretending like you disliked it. Like you didn’t relax at the feeling of not having to constantly make your own decisions, to just be able to give in and let Steve love you the way he wanted.
You used to roll your eyes when Steve would kneel down and tie your shoe laces after noticing how loose they were, or when he would hold your hand while crossing the street. You’d groan and huff when he tucked snacks into your bag before work, or when he’d check up on you throughout the day.
But now, you found yourself unconsciously waiting for it. Waiting for the sound of his footsteps by the door, waiting for him to pull you into his lap after a long day so you could just melt into his chest—waiting for the soft “I’ve got you, baby” whenever life got too overwhelming.
Steve pulled the covers around your shoulders, making sure there was no possible escape. He set a hand over your forehead going silent for a moment.
“I have terrible news.” He muttered solemnly.
You tried playing the role of looking up at him all wide eyed and fearful. “What is it, doctor?”
“You’re exhausted and in desperate need of cuddles with your boyfriend.”
“How long do I have left?” You gasped dramatically.
“Not long.” He climbed in, “but good thing I’m qualified to treat it.” He winked, using his typical Harrington charm.
You rolled your eyes playfully but accepted being tugged closer to him, as Steve peppered kisses all over your hair and face.
Every muscle loosened and a sigh left you unconsciously. “There she is,” Steve whispered, though you couldn’t see his face, only hear the soft rhythm of his heartbeat underneath. “Thats my girl.”
Your eyes drifted shut as his thumb traced lazy patterns across your bare back. “You know, one day I’m gonna become incapable of doing things myself.” You sleepily whispered.
“I don’t see a problem in that.” He replied without hesitation.
You lifted your head slightly, cracking an eye open. “None at all?”
He leaned over to kiss the small of your eyelid. “I like taking care of you.”
There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment or regret in his voice, he always spoke with every ounce of his being to you, just like his love—strong and unwavering.
Shown in the way his face softened whenever he looked at you, when he instinctively reached for you in crowded places, shown when no matter what was happening—you were always the first priority.
You were lulled to sleep by the soft pats of his hand against you, keeping you steadily grounded to him. “There’s nothing on this planet I wouldn’t do for you.” He promised.
heyy!! can i request a fluffy fic where reader is staying over at her boyfriend steve’s house and when steve’s showering he realizes he forgot a towel so he calls for readers name and asks her to get a towel for him but when she walks in the bathroom with his towel, her eyes are closed. he thinks that’s really cute of her and he’s like “baby you don’t have to close your eyes” and he’s like “i’ve seen every inch of you” or “you’ve seen every inch of me” and shes innocent and cute. they end up showering together nothing sexual but just intimate and fluffy. sorryyy it’s kinda long but i think you would do really well with this one and i am absolutely in love with your fics!! you’re super talented and i can’t wait to read!! much love 💗💗
Staying over at your boyfriends house leads to soft intimate moments shared
It was a big step in your relationship—staying overnight at Steve’s house for the first time, at least it felt like a big step to you. You had been to each other's places before, but only for a few hours at most, so when Steve suggested spending the whole weekend with him, your heart hasn’t stopped racing.
Everything was going smoothly, you arrived with a duffle bag full of all the necessities you needed and Steve had a huge smile planted on his face.
“You’re here—finally! I’ve only been waiting for like the whole day.” He playfully rolled his eyes, lifting you in his arms while you giggled.
“I didn’t wanna come too early.” You confessed quietly, and Steve shook his head.
“I don’t care whenever you come, only that you’re here.” He booped your nose, and immediately took your stuff, placing them in his room before coming back to you.
He put on a comedy movie as you settled down, before ordering pizza for you both. “I’m starting to think the only thing you eat is pizza, Stevie.” You raised a brow.
He shrugged but didn’t deny it. “It’s a Friday night—I don’t feel like making anything.” He sprawled himself over you as you waited for the food to arrive.
And it was delicious, or perhaps it was only because you were sharing the meal with your boyfriend. You finished the rest of the movie and it was getting late, at the signal of your yawn Steve picked himself off of you, stretching his arms above his head.
“C’mon, it’s time for bed sweet girl.” He led you to his bedroom.
“I’m gonna take a shower, I won’t be long, alright baby?” He said, and you nodded, sitting down on his mattress while you waited.
It was only five minutes later when Steve looked around his bathroom and realized he forgot to bring a towel with him.
“Shit,” he muttered to himself.
“Honey!” He called out for you, raising his voice to be heard above the running water.
You quirked your head outside the room, wondering if Steve wanted you—before mentally slapping yourself, of course he meant you.
“Yes?” You responded in the same tone, standing up.
“Can you please get me a towel, baby? I forgot mine.” Steve asked, feeling slightly bad.
“Ok!” You eagerly said, looking around his room for one before spotting it lying across the floor near his closet.
You picked it up quickly, but paused before turning the doorknob. The thought of him being bare made your face go scarlet, he obviously needed his privacy, right? You closed your eyes tightly, before entering, holding your hand out that held onto the towel.
Steve heard slow steps padding across the floor and stuck his head out from the curtains to see you. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you clumsily attempting to navigate around his bathroom, while trying not to bump into anything.
“Baby, why do you have your eyes closed?” He asked gently.
You furrowed your brows in the most adorable manner, tilting your head to the side. “Well, why shouldn’t they be? You’re showering.” You stated as if it was obvious.
Steve laughed lightly, wishing he could just scoop you into his arms. “There’s no need to be shy, sweetheart. You’ve seen every inch of me.” He couldn’t stop the smugness from taking over his tone.
If you weren’t already blushing before, you definitely were now. You swallowed thickly, stammering as your eyes still remained closed.
“Uh—I…you can’t say that!” You huffed, a small pout forming on your lips.
Steve’s smile softened at your shyness, reaching out to hold your elbow and pull you the rest of the way towards him. “Open them, baby.” He placed his hands under your chin, lifting it to coax you into opening them.
You slowly fluttered your lashes open, revealing the irises he so dearly loved. Your breath caught as you observed his dewy skin, droplets of water sliding down his chest and hair that fell over his forehead—he looked so beautiful. Realizing you had been staring, you hastily averted your gaze, flickering your eyes around.
“H-Here you go.” Was the only thing you could say as he pushed the towel into his hands, about to turn back around until he caught you once more.
“Why don’t you join me, sweetheart?” Steve blurted, and your eyes widened.
“What?” You loudly exclaimed.
“Come in while the waters still warm.” He explained, though it was only a reason to try to convince you.
You contemplated the offer, still feeling the urge to run, but with how sweet Steve was staring at you, you refused to look away.
“Are you sure?” You shifted your weight around on each foot.
“Of course.” He said without hesitation, trailing his hands down to grip at the edge of your top, already trying to work it off of you.
“Okay, okay!” You laughed, pushing them away, capable of undressing yourself.
“Just helping.” He winked, before turning away to give the space you needed to shed yourself.
You took a small breath, not believing how you were still alive in this moment, and slowly began to take your clothes off. Without a sound, you stepped into the shower, and Steve grinned—immediately allowing you to take his place under the stream of water.
It was warm, though you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you. You heard the sounds of Steve rummaging around for a moment, before he gently placed his large hands over your scalp, raking shampoo through the entirety of your hair.
“You don’t have to.” You whispered, but relishing under his care.
“I want to.” He hummed back, massaging as your head tilted back until it hit against his shoulder, a sigh escaping you.
He leaned down to press a feather light kiss on your forehead, happy when you smiled in response. Even when his hands started to ache he didn’t pull away, releasing all the built up tension in your head.
You rinsed your hair, about to return the same treatment before realizing he had already washed his own. You deflated a little, and watched as Steve squeezed a generous amount of body wash—his body wash, into his palm and set his hands on your body again.
“Just let me take care of you,” he mouthed against the space below your ear, guiding the soap down the slope of your shoulders, across the span of your chest, and the sides of your waist until it lathered.
You felt like you could cry—his kisses never stopped around your neck and throat. Steve bent down, holding your leg as he cleaned your thighs and calves, giving the utmost care, even when he reached your softest parts. You stared down at him with affection, moving his head back up to look at you so you could connect your lips in thanks, communicating all the words you couldn’t say.
He only returned the same expression, keeping his hands on you even when the water hit your warm body, and you stayed close the whole time, rubbing your hands up and down his biceps.
It was unclear how long you two stayed like that, only that eventually the water turned cold and you grew concerned for Steve’s water bill, he reached behind you to turn it shut, helping you out so you wouldn’t slip.
You felt unbelievably giddy afterwards, getting dressed together and brushing your teeth. He smiled at you through the reflection of the mirror, and his mouth tasted of mint when he couldn’t help but kiss you afterwards.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He said into the darkness of the room, wrapping you back into his arms underneath the softness of his blanket.
“Goodnight, Stevie.” You responded, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his chest, sighing comfortably.
That night you dreamt of the feeling of his warmth, unable to forget the ghost of his fingers touching you like you meant everything to him.
Can u pls write one where steve can never say no to reader whatever it is she does the best puppy eyes and he gives in and all the older members in the party tease him about it when it happens in front of them
How Could I Say No ᝰ.ᐣ
Steve Harrington x fem!reader 500 words
Warnings: Fluff, down bad Steve, manipulation,
Steve’s restraint disappears the moment you hit him with those puppy dog eyes, making him cave to whatever you want immediately
Steve thought he had more control over his self-restraint, at least he thought he did until you found the upper hand on him. Clutching a bag of chocolate sweets in your hands—you’re absolute favorite, you started wining to have them. The problem was that you two were soon going out for lunch, and Steve knew you would be too full to eat anything then if you ate them now.
“No.” Steve didn’t even look up, but it only made you steadfast.
“Please, Stevie?” You begged, stepping closer.
“Nope,” He said, popping the p. “Sorry, baby, but the last time you ate dessert before lunch, you refused to finish it.”
You groaned, “I swear I’ll eat this time.”
“Mm-mm,” he sounded, shaking his head swiftly.
A beat passed, Steve thinking you had finally given up. Then you hit him with the full package—wide puppy dog eyes, the cutest pout of your lips, head tilted slightly to the side.
He looked back up and you caught the exact moment his heart melted, lasting no more than two seconds. “…Fine.”
You instantly ripped the bag open, letting out a delighted squeak. “But only one!” Steve rushed to say, pretending to ignore the way you had already scooped a handful.
Once you discovered your secret tactic you wouldn’t let it go, especially since Steve was so quick to give in.
The arcade was buzzing with neon lights flashing, kids running around, and Eddie complaining loudly for the fifth time that he couldn’t beat his high score while Robin took pride in showing hers off in comparison.
Steve had left momentarily to retrieve some food for you all, and your eyes fell on the claw machine. Not to mention your bad history with the game—time and time again you’ve tried to win the same prize, only to walk away empty handed.
Once Steve resurfaced in your line of vision, you gasped with an idea, if there was someone who had enough determination to beat the thing, it was your boyfriend.
Eddie and Robin turned as you latched onto Steve’s arm, dragging him towards the machine. “Can you win this prize for me?” You asked sweetly, gesturing towards the bear trapped in the see through box.
“It’s a claw machine,” Steve responded. “It’s rigged, meaning literally designed to keep you from winning.”
“But I really really want it, and I believe in you.” You furrowed your brows, and with barely any effort, presented your best puppy dog eyes at him.
Steve stiffened, trying not to crumble under the weight of your poor expression, but failing miserably. He rubbed his jaw, before dropping his head. “Looks like we’re about to lose all of our quarters.”
Eddie grinned, “Dude—you seriously folded.”
Steve shot him an unimpressed look, fishing change out of his back pocket. “Get a grip on yourself, dingus.” Robin added, letting out a disbelief laugh.
“It’s not my fault, she just does that and I can’t—” Steve weakly explained.
“It’s okay, we get it.” Robin said sympathetically. “You’re just incredibly whipped for your girl.” She nodded.
Steve didn’t even respond, because he didn’t need to, having already realized that for himself ages ago.
“Time to show this claw how it’s done.” He squinted, beginning to maneuver the handle around carefully.
At the sight of the happiest look on your face with the plush toy tucked under your arm, Steve didn’t regret being easy, not one bit.
Steve see’s you talking to another man at a neighborhood cookout and things turn heated quickly
The neighborhood cookout was louder than you expected, kids ran through sprinklers as the sun's heat poured down from above, music cranked from someone’s radio, and the smell of burgers drifting through the air.
You mostly came to these gatherings for the food, but also because of the community, and it felt rude skipping out on it. Standing near one of the picnic tables, you were chatting with a guy who lived three houses down from yours, all charming smiles and jokes.
Steve wasn’t the type to be at these places, he had better things to do in his time rather than spend an afternoon in someone’s backyard pretending like he got along with the rest of the middle aged dads. But as soon as he heard there was a chance of you going? He was the first one who showed up, friendly, but not open enough to seem approachable.
The beer in his hand tightened when his gaze fell upon the guy who was talking to you, more like flirting he thought, the guy was tall—but definitely not taller than Steve. He had just enough charisma to keep your attention glued, Steve’s jaw clenched at the sight of him discreetly attempting to check you out.
You were wearing a sundress that transported him back to that moment in your house where he kissed you promptly before leaving. It had felt like instinct in the moment, but now Steve knew what he wanted, it was you.
And he wasn’t going to let some random idiot swoop in and ruin it all. You felt it, a stare burning into the side of your head, you slowly turned around and that’s when you saw him—Steve was staring, not absentmindedly, not casually, but with intention. Your eyes locked almost instantly, you could see the darkness that lay beneath, unblinking. He didn’t break eye contact as he sipped from his drink, and without hesitation he started stalking forwards.
“We should hang sometime maybe at like a—oh, Steve right?” The guy jumped at Steve’s entrance.
“Mhm, mind if I borrow her for a second?” Steve mustered up his most polite smile, but the words came out condensingly clipped and cold.
The guy blinked at him confused. “But we were just—?”
“Thanks man.” Steve patted him on the back and you stood there frozen at his intrusion, but also trying not to smile at the deflated expression on the guys face as walked away.
Steve turned to you all too smugly, “That wasn’t subtle at all.” You grinned.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He said.
“So the jealousy act was all my imagination?” You quirked a brow at him, he was too easy to read.
He scoffed, “That idiot was about to ask you out, you should be thanking me for saving you.”
You bit your lip, “Maybe I wanted to go out with him?” You said playfully, enjoying the way Steve got so worked up.
“Not after kissing me, you don’t.” He said low, and your face flushed, mumbling something incoherent.
You both looked at each other for a moment, before Steve broke the silence. “You look really cute by the way.” His eyes flickered over you shamelessly, admiring the way the light fabric clung to your curves, mapping out a canvas only he was allowed to look at.
“Oh, uh…thanks.” You stammered, having not expected the compliment and suddenly feeling very aware of how short the dress was, heat inflaming your face all over again.
“Welcome, pretty girl.” He said amusingly, looking all too pleased with himself when you looked away.
Steve stepped beside you, way too close for anyone looking to assume you both as “friendly neighbors.”
Then the next thing he did was what made your heart stop, flinching when he bent down to press a smacking kiss against your cheek. You gasped, “Steve! There are people around!”
He only looked down at you smugly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Exactly, which is why they should know to never try anything with my girl again.”
Your stomach flipped at the term, you had only as much as kissed the last time you met, but there was a silent understanding between you now that you were his and he was yours.
“Your…girl?” You repeated shakily, and the next moment Steve had pressed you up against one of the edges of the table, his hips digging into your backside as he rolled them once then twice.
Your breath caught in your throat, looking around nervously to see if anyone was observing his animalistic behavior.
“Alll mine,” Steve groaned at your ear, moving his hand to grab a handful of your ass that was barely concealed by the flutter of your dress.
You whimpered weakly, moving back against him. “We c-can’t Steve, not—not here.” You sighed, all too close to a moan.
“I know, shortcake, I know.” He huffed heavily, using you to hide his growing erection.
You two didn’t spend much longer at the cookout after that, pulling Steve clumsily through the crowd and leading him back to your house. He could barely keep his hands off of you during the way, pinning you against the door as it shut behind you.
“Mmm, Steve.” You moaned as his tongue attacked yours messily, finally tasting his lips after how long ago the last time had been.
“Need you—god—I need you right now, baby.” He said darkly, feeling his hands all over your body as he hiked up your legs around his waist, carrying you straight to the bedroom.
He threw you down onto the bed with a bounce, and you couldn’t hide your smile as he started kissing his way down your body, palming your breasts over the dress and lowering his mouth to suck them harshly.
“Oh, ah! Steve!” You screamed, but it felt too teasing in the moment, you grabbed him back up and connected your lips again.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about fucking you, sweetheart.” He muttered, while attempting to kiss you and shed his clothes at the same time.
He only managed to pull his shirt off and unbuckle his belt, while he bunched your dress up to your hips, you fumbled around with pants, pulling them down enough along with his boxers to free his cock.
You almost watered at the sight, how hard he was from you doing nothing, you gripped it and started pumping him up and down.
“Yeah, yeah—fuck, just like that, baby.” Steve bit his lip to stifle a moan, as you spit into your hand to cover his length.
“Hold on, y-you’re gonna make me cum.” He reluctantly pulled your hand away, needing to be inside just as he dreamed of.
You wined desperately, and Steve moved his thumb over your clit in circles as he lined himself up with your entrance. He focused his hardest to go slowly, but the way you were sucking him in made his head swirl, staring at the sight of your brows furrowed and mouth gaped open at the pleasure caused by only his tip.
He bottomed out inside you, both of you letting out collective moans at the feeling, you felt incredibly full with him that deep, gripping at his biceps to urge him to start moving.
“I’ve got you baby, ‘m right here.” Steve thrusted slowly at first, getting you used to feeling.
“Y-You’re soo big, oh fuck—fuck, right there.” You moaned out, not even aware of what you were saying.
“So big, huh? You can take it, can’t you? You’re a big girl, I know you can.” He responded, his thrusts not stopping as he kept brushing that specific part inside you that made your back arch.
“F-Faster, please Steve, yes!” You begged him to increase the pace, already feeling the warmth low in your stomach begin to build up.
Steve obliged immediately, the only sounds that echoed off the walls were the wet skin slapping and your loud moans that caused the headboard to hit the wall harder.
“‘M close—ngh—so close!” You warned him, panting heavily as his hand never left your clit.
“I can feel you squeezing me so tight, baby, your sweet pussy feels so good.” Steve groaned loudly, determined to get you closer to your release.
“O-Oh! Oh my g-god,” with a final shout of his name your vision went white, only feeling the euphoric pleasure take over your body as you withered and shook beneath him.
“Good girl,” Steve panted. “Such a good girl, cumming all over me.”
He was getting closer himself, his thrusts turning sloppy and uneven as he tried to hold out for as long as he could, not wanting to leave your tight cunt.
“Gonna cum inside you, okay? Wanna see you full of my cum, so the next time that idiot comes near you he’ll know you belong to me.” He said it as a promise, breathing raggedly.
“Yes, I want it, Steve, want it so bad.” You said, and Steve collapsed over you with a final thrust, filling you up the brim with his release.
You both stayed there for a second, panting and just holding each other, skin slick with sweat and disheveled hair.
“You’re everything to me, baby.” He whispered, kissing your forehead.
“I only wanna be yours, Steve.” You replied, and he kept a tight hold on you, spending the rest of your night keeping him close.
I need to see Steve and reader from Harrington household finally get the house to themselves 😉
Summary: Your birthday party is a disaster, and Steve surprises you with a weekend free of kids as an apology - along with some other ways to show you just how sorry he is.
WC: 4.4k
Warnings & What to Expect: hargrove!fem!reader, 18+, minors dni!!! explicit smut - oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, talks of birth control and pregnancy, explicit language.
Harrington Household Masterlist
putting reqs on pause so i can catch up on what i have! feel free to still send me chats! 🫶🏻
this would probably take place like a week or so before the oldest went off to college
Main Masterlist If Interested
Peach’s Note: hii anon!! this is my first time writing smut 🙈 so pls be gentle w/ me but im open to constructive feedback!!
im combining this with another request… so its still got plenty of plot (yall already know i yap in my fics). max and lucas are in it, and they’re just the best support system for reader & steve 🥹
smut is labeled and at the end of the imagine after the bday party, in case the anon that requested that does not want to read the smutty part!! hope y’all enjoy lovies 🧡
The moment you enter the threshold of your home, Steve twirls your body around - pressing you up against the door and revealing to you that the kids aren’t there.
“No kids?“ You ask in disbelief, stunned at what Steve’s just told you.
He grins, hands coming down to rest on your waist, “Nope.”
“For the whole weekend?” You hook your arms around his neck.
“The whole weekend,” he confirms, grinning wildly.
“How the hell did you pull that off?” You laugh in disbelief, playing with the wisps of hair at the back of his neck.
“Dustin offered to watch them,” he replies.
You raise your eyebrows at that, “Dustin? Dustin Henderson voluntarily offered to take care of our children?”
Dustin and his wife were the godparents of your eldest girl, and Dustin loved your kids - but letting all six of them stay at his place was rare.
“Well, he also owes me a few favors for constantly saving his ass as a kid. And after the absolute nightmare that your birthday party was, I decided to cash in one of those favors,” Steve shrugs sheepishly.
You bite your lip in amusement at the memory, because your birthday party had been a bit of a train wreck.
It was going to be a surprise, but living in a house with seven other people meant things that were supposed to stay quiet spilled easily.
It’s not shocking that your four year old was the one who told you either.
You already knew Steve was up to something with the way he was rolling into bed late each night - claiming he was working on coaching strategies for the summer baseball leagues he was teaching.
Which was strange, because he always left work at work - stating that he wanted to be as present as possible for you and your children at home. So when it had been nearly two weeks straight of him acting like he still had things to do, you were growing suspicious.
It was another night without Steve in bed, and you were tossing and turning without the warmth that he usually provided, when there’s suddenly a quiet pounding on your door - making you push up on your elbows as it swings open.
Your youngest boy’s standing there, tears streaming down his face with his favorite stuffed animal clutched in his small fists.
“What happened, baby?” You call softly, and he quickly scrambles over to the bed, hauling himself up.
“I had a bad dream,” he sniffles, crawling across the covers and laying himself next to you.
“I’m sorry, buddy,” you reply, pushing his messy hair back.
He grasps onto the sleeve of your shirt, “It was scary.”
“I’m sure it was. Nightmares scare me too,” you reply, rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“They do?” He asks with interest.
“Oh yeah, for sure. They scare Daddy too. It’s okay to be scared of them. Sometimes they feel real, but you know the good thing about them is that they don’t follow you into the real world,” you assure him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He nods into your shoulder, before pulling back and looking around the room.
“Where is Daddy?” He questions, the mention of Steve making him realize he’s not in the room with you.
“He’s working on something,” you answer.
Your boy's eyes light up at that, “I know what he’s working on!”
“And what’s that?” You smile as you see that sweet little grin of his.
He sits up on his knees, leaning in close and whispering, “Your birthday party tomorrow.”
“My what?” You ask incredulously, caught off guard by that response.
“Shh, it’s a secret, Mommy,” he giggles, holding a finger to his lips.
“Okay, babe,” you laugh lightly, “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Tell anyone what?” Steve’s voice resounds as he walks in.
He looks tired - disheveled hair and bags under his eyes that make you want to trace the delicate skin there. It clicks into place then, what he’s really been spending his time doing, and it makes affection for him bloom throughout your chest.
“About Mommy’s party,” your son says giddily.
Steve closes his eyes in defeat, hands planted on his hips, “Awesome.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy. She won’t tell anyone,” your boy says seriously.
Steve collapses onto the bed next to you and slings an arm over your waist. Your hand instinctively comes up to brush over the arm that's now tucked around you.
“Guess you know now,” he grumbles into the side of your neck.
“It’s okay baby, I’m not telling anyone,” you laugh softly.
He hums sleepily in response, eyes cutting to the clock on the nightstand which reads just past midnight.
“Happy Birthday, honey,” he reaches up to press a kiss to the underside of your jaw.
Your boy repeats the statement while he worms his way in between you and Steve.
“Stop hogging your mom, buddy,” Steve says teasingly.
You start to drift off cuddled up next to them - gratitude stirring deep within your heart, contentment lulling you back into a peaceful sleep.
When the party started, Steve kept refusing your attempts to help - insisting that he and the kids had it under control.
They did not have it under control.
The party was mostly taking place outside with friends and family crammed into the backyard, but you came inside with Lucas and Max to take a break from the summer heat.
“Is Steve alright?” Max asks, eyeing your husband over the rim of her cup.
You glance over at him, watching as he bounces around the kitchen - constantly running his hands through his hair. It’s a tell-tale sign that he’s stressed, and you narrow your eyes in frustration because he won’t let you do anything to alleviate that tension.
“No, I don’t think so. But he keeps telling me he’s fine,” you mumble.
“He’s staring at that cake pretty hard for someone who’s supposedly okay,” Lucas laughs from where he stands next to her.
She gently elbows him, “Why don’t you go offer him a hand?”
He snorts at that, “No way. He nearly bit my head off when I asked him where the presents were supposed to go.”
“I’m gonna go check on him again,” you sigh.
The second you enter the kitchen, it’s like a mental radar goes off in Steve’s head, because he turns and starts shooing you out.
“Babe, I told you to go enjoy the party,” he emphasizes.
“Steve, I can’t when I can practically see you vibrating with nervous energy. Tell me what’s wrong,” you try to convince him, sliding your hands up his shoulders.
He gives in, melting at your touch, “The cake is lopsided.”
You smile a little, “So?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation, “It’s really lopsided.”
“It’s my fault, Mom. I was on cake duty and hit a curb trying to get back here in time,” your eldest girl remarks from her space at the island. She cringes while she waits for your reaction to that, because Steve’s already gotten on to her about safe driving.
You take a deep breath, “You’re more important than the cake. I don’t care what it looks like. I’m sure it’s still gonna taste great.”
Lucas comes in at that moment, “Sorry to barge in, but you should probably head into the living room.”
“What now?” Steve asks anxiously.
“The twins,” Lucas says, which is enough of an answer because the two of them had been arguing more than usual lately - developing attitudes the closer they got to fifth grade.
Max is standing in front of them with her arms folded, disappointment clouding her eyes. In her hands is a ripped birthday card, and your kids are on the verge of tears at getting a scolding from their favorite aunt.
“What happened?” You hesitantly ask.
Your girls face crumples, “I worked really hard on my card for you, and he spilled his soda all over it.”
Your boy looks regretfully over at her, “I tried fixing it.”
“Yeah, and then you ripped it!” Your girl bites out.
“It was an accident!” He gripes back.
“I bet you were just jealous because my card for Mom was better than yours,” your girl seethes.
That comment makes your boy's tears spill over, and he turns around to run up the stairs. The sound of his door shutting reverberates throughout the house.
“I’ll go talk to him,” you decide, getting ready to follow him.
Steve turns to you, “No, honey, please sit down. I can handle it.”
“I can talk to him,” Max offers, and you shoot her a grateful look because it’s clear Steve’s stubborn tendencies are taking over his rational decision making.
When she disappears up the stairs, Steve turns to his middle girl - giving her a pointed look.
It makes her start crying too, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it.”
Your oldest boy interrupts - carrying your toddler, who you heard before you saw because she’s screaming up a storm.
“She wants Mom,” he says, looking a little guilty.
“I’ve got her,” Steve cuts in, grabbing her from his boy.
It doesn’t soothe her, and Steve’s eyebrows pinch downwards as he tries to console her with no avail.
“Steve, I can take her. It’s fine,” you say calmly.
He looks like he’s on the verge of a breakdown, and you reach up to cup his face in your hands, thumbs lovingly skimming over the stubble on his jaw.
“Let me take her, baby,” your eyes glance over to your ten year old who’s dropped onto the couch in a fit of tears - quietly insinuating that he’s got another child that needs him.
He reluctantly lets your toddler squirm her way over into your arms before crouching down in front of his girl to talk to her.
It’s then that the fire alarm sets off, and your eldest girl squeals about forgetting to set the timer for the food in the oven - running back into the kitchen.
“Are you kidding me?” Steve barks out sarcastically.
Lucas claps a hand on his brother-in-law's shoulder, “I’ll take care of it, man.”
“Thanks, Lucas,” you smile, cradling your youngest babe in your arms.
Steve continues his conversation with your daughter, and since he has his back turned, you hightail it to your toddlers room before he can intervene - having a feeling she really just needs a good nap after all the excitement from the day.
When you try to lay her down on her bed, she starts clinging onto you, “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”
“Mommy, stay,” she begs.
You’ve never been any good at telling her no, especially when she gives you her puppy dog eyes - the color just like yours but the expression of it resembles those doe eyes Steve likes to give you.
“Just for a little bit, babe,” you concede, curling up next to her.
Eventually her breathing evens out, and the gentle puffs of air from your girl drags you into your own slumber.
“Baby,” Steve whispers, and you blink wearily when you feel his hand curl around your bicep.
“Hmm?” You muse groggily.
He reaches out to smooth down your top that’s riding up, “Been looking for you.”
“You found me,” you mutter, looking over to see your girl has turned around in her sleep - facing away from you now.
You sit yourself up, and Steve’s hands reach out to help you stand to your feet.
“C’mon,” he says quietly, trying to keep his voice down.
He guides you out into the hallway, shutting your girls door silently behind him. You expect him to usher you back to the party, but he leads you towards your bedroom.
“Steve?” You question, tone laced with confusion.
“Wait right here for me, please?” He requests.
When you nod, he heads into the walk in closet - clearly searching around for something.
A muffled screech of laughter catches your attention, and you peer out the window that overlooks the backyard. You smile at seeing all the people you love in one place and startle slightly when Steve’s arms wrap around your middle, pressing his body against yours as he stands behind you.
“God, I just wanted one day where you didn’t have to worry about anything,” he grumbles dejectedly, head dropping into the crook of your neck.
“Steve, we have six children,” you remind him, letting yourself relax in your hold.
“Yeah, who you take care of every single day. Just wanted you to have one day where you felt taken care of,” he refutes.
You turn in his arms, “How could you possibly think I don’t feel taken care of?”
You lightly run your fingers over the dark circles that still remain under his eyes from the work he put into planning this day for you.
“You take care of me, Steve,” you affirm.
He swallows hard, “Sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough for you.”
“Not enough? Babe, you go to work to teach middle schoolers, then you coach baseball, then you come home and still ask what you can do to help me. You spent weeks staying up way too late to try to plan something special for me, and just because it didn’t go exactly the way you planned doesn’t mean it’s any less appreciated. You do more than enough,” you declare, turning your head to tuck yourself under his chin.
“Do it because you’re everything, you know that?” He murmurs, resting his head on top of yours - making you grip tighter to the back of his shirt at hearing the emotion behind the words.
“Got another present for you,” he whispers, ducking down to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Steve, you’ve gotten me plenty already,” you object.
“It’s not finished, but thought you might wanna see what the kids and I have been working on for you,” he lets go of you, turning to grab whatever he was looking for in the closet.
He places a scrapbook in your hands, and on the front cover is a picture of you, Steve, and your babes posing cheesily for the camera last year on Christmas Day.
You start to flip through the pages, memories from milestones and celebrations filling them, and your throat constricts as you feel the familiar prick of tears.
“You crying, honey?” He asks fondly.
“This is literally the sweetest thing I’ve ever gotten, of course I’m crying,” you hiccup, thumbing each sleeve of the book adoringly.
“It was supposed to be another surprise, but I just had to show you it now. Guess I’m not much better than our four year old,” Steve says playfully.
“Don’t worry, baby. Remember, I won’t tell anyone,” you refer to your words from the night before.
“Good, because I think if you told the kids they’d riot against me,” he chuckles
You beam at him, setting the precious gift down on your bed before extending your hand to grab his - heading back to the chaos of your birthday party, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Though you reassured Steve that the effort put into the birthday party is what counted, he was still trying to make it up to you.
It’s why he’s just treated you to dinner at your favorite restaurant and promised the house as all yours for the next couple of days.
“And just what are we going to do with all that free time?” You ask coyly, hands coming up to toy with the collar of his button down.
“Hmm, I’ve got lots of ideas, honey,” he replies, dipping his head to nip at the base of your throat.
“Steve,” you say breathlessly, fingers messily popping open the buttons on his shirt so it hangs open, providing you with the heavenly sight of his naked chest.
He grunts in response, lips trailing down the valley of your breasts while his hands are pawing at the zipper of your dress - trying to get the damn thing off.
He shoves the fabric down, letting it pool at your feet - leaving you stripped down to your underwear.
He instantly drops to his knees in front of you, cupping his hands around the backs of your thighs - lips pressing eagerly against the exposed skin.
“Stop teasing,” you whine, pushing at his head - desperate for him to just be inside you already.
Steve doesn’t let up though; instead he moves his mouth to your panties, which are already wet with your slick.
“Play nice, baby. Wanna taste you first. Haven’t in god knows how long,” he mouths over the fabric that’s clinging to you.
Your head falls back against the door, fingers threading in his hair as he continues to tease you through the material before slowly taking them off.
“Oh, god,” you gasp at the feeling of being laid bare before him.
“That’s it, honey,” he coos, grasping at one of your legs - lifting it to have better access to your core.
He kisses your inner thigh that’s now hooked over his shoulder, hovering over your heat. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his tongue laves over your entrance - prodding inside gently, before licking his way up to your clit. A loud moan is torn from your throat, followed by a string of curse words as Steve’s lips secure themselves over the little nub.
“Taste so good, baby,” Steve moans, tongue working expertly against you.
Your hips rut involuntarily against his mouth, and you can feel the tension building faster than you’d like it too - embarrassingly close already from how worked up you are.
“Gonna come,” you whimper.
“Already, baby? Damn, must be good,” he smirks cockily, bringing two fingers up to sink inside of you to get you there faster.
You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as his fingers pump in and out of you - eyes rolling back when you feel the band snap.
Steve pulls away, breathing hard with your juices coating his mouth and jaw. The sight makes you needy, and you tug him to stand up.
“Bedroom, now,” you demand.
“Yes, ma’am,” he teases, sliding his hands down to cup your ass and lift you up into his arms.
He’s trying to multitask - kicking off his shoes while walking up the stairs at the same time.
As expected, it doesn’t end well. When his second shoe is off, he steps on it, causing him to tumble down at the top step that leads to the landing of the second floor.
Thankfully he catches your fall, arms still nestled securely behind your back. Once the shock wears off, you start giggling - back splayed out on the floor while Steve’s holding himself up over you.
“Sorry, baby,” he laughs, leaning forward to kiss you, and you can taste the remains of yourself on him.
It spurs you on, hands shooting out to eagerly unbuckle his belt. You toss it behind you somewhere before trying to shove his dress pants and boxer briefs down.
He helps you get them off, and your lips part at the sight of his member on full display. Your breath hitches as lust pools inside of you while you admire his cock - fully hard and thick, with a prominent vein running down his shaft. The pretty pink tip is flushed, leaking incessantly with precum.
Steve takes the opportunity to hike your legs up and over his shoulders while you’re distracted, slipping a hand under your lower back to help guide you up off the hardwood floor.
His knees are digging into the steps of the stairs, back protesting the angle, but he can’t be bothered - greedily wanting to pull another orgasm from you.
“Please, just fuck me already, Steve,” you cry, weakly trying to move his head away.
“Patience, baby,” he replies, dragging his tongue up your slit - tasting your previous release, and he groans loudly when he feels your thighs press against his head.
“Shit, Steve, I’m too sens-,” you break off with a whine as his tongue flicks out to lap at your clit, lazily tracing circles over it.
When you come for a second time on his fingers, you know you’re not making it to the bed.
You push at his chest, forcing him to lay on his back. His eyes blow wide at your actions - hands shooting out to grasp at the meat of your hips when you sit down on him, cock nudging at your entrance from the movement.
You reach down to grab him, stroking unhurriedly - thumb brushing over the head, spreading the precum that’s now dribbling down towards the base.
Steve whimpers when you line him up, torturously gliding down on him - taking your time as each inch of his dick slides in until the hilt.
“Oh, fuck me,” Steve moans when your pussy flutters around him.
You pause, letting yourself adjust to the size of him before you start to rotate your hips slowly against him.
“Stop, it’s your birthday. I’m doing the work,” he pants, fingers sinking into your skin hard enough to leave bruises.
Steve starts to thrust up into you, steadily creating a rhythm that has you rocketing towards your third orgasm of the night.
“Feels so good,” you whimper as his hips jerk upwards into your tight cunt, deliciously stretching you open.
“C’mere, want you closer,” he pleads, reaching up to your necklace that’s swaying in the air.
He pulls at it, tugging you down so you’re flush against him. He’s relentless, continuing to thrust shallowly, so it’s more of a grind than anything, but you’re aching with need for him to move faster.
“Need you to go faster,” you mumble against his neck, fingers running through the dark hair on his chest.
His hips pick up speed at your request, pulling back until his ruddy tip nearly slips out before snapping forwards - burying himself deep inside of you.
“Steve, oh god, right there,” you cry out at the feeling of him grazing your sweet spot.
“Doing so good for me, honey,” he starts planting sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach on your exposed skin.
The praise has your head spinning, clenching around him each time he bottoms out.
“Shit, ‘m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that, honey,” Steve moans, bucking up into you to chase his release.
At the realization that he’s about to come, you remember something that makes you panic.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you breathe worriedly.
Steve’s hips still immediately, “What? What’s wrong?”
Being stuffed full of him without moving is maddening, and you close your eyes blissfully - mewling at the feeling.
Steve leans forward to press his forehead against yours, “Baby, hey, tell me what’s wrong.”
You’re brought back to reality by him pinching lightly at your hipbone to get your attention.
“I, uh, I forgot to take my birth control today,” you admit.
Steve nods in understanding, “Okay. What do you wanna do?”
“The risk of getting pregnant is pretty low when you miss just one, but we’ve been so busy lately, and I haven’t exactly been taking it regularly because we haven’t had any alone time,” you trail off.
“That’s alright, honey. We can stop, and I’ll just finish w-,” Steve starts to try to lift you, but you grab onto his shoulders, refusing to let him move.
“No, no, don’t,” you protest frantically.
Steve runs his hands up your back lovingly, “You know I’m weak babe, haven’t ever been able to pull out.”
You scoff into his neck, “Yeah, you and your breeding kink. Trust me, I know.”
“Hey, don’t tease me. I’ve never heard you complaining when you call me Daddy,” his teeth skin over the shell of your ear and you lose all resolve.
“Just come inside me,” you whine, hips moving against his length.
Steve chokes out in surprise at the sudden action, before forcing you to stop again, “Wait, baby, seriously. Do you want that?”
“Do you?” You reply, looking into his eyes curiously.
“I mean, you know I love kids. I love our kids. And I love seeing you full with my kids,” he brushes a hand over your tummy, making you flush.
No matter how much your body has changed over the years, he still never fails to make you feel beautiful.
“But, it’s you who has to carry a baby - not me. And, six has been a lot on you. I know it has, and I don’t want you to feel forced into having another one,” Steve replies earnestly.
“God, I love you,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him.
“Love you too, gorgeous. But that’s not exactly an answer,” he mumbles against your lips.
You make a high pitched noise of pleasure when you feel him twitch inside of you, and you subconsciously start to move your hips up and down - feeling sweet relief at the friction.
Steve huffs a breath of laughter, “You listening to me?”
“Mhm,” your nose nudges against his before capturing his lips in another swift kiss.
“What’s the final verdict? Cause I can’t hold off much longer,” he grunts at the feel of you rocking against him.
“Want you to fill me up, give me another baby,” you’re babbling at this point, nearing your climax again.
Steve lets out a guttural sound at that, shifting his hips to feverishly meet yours, and it stuns both of you when you feel him spurting thick ropes of cum into your pussy - flooding you with his release.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, honey,” he mutters miserably, “didn’t mean to come before you.”
You push at the sweaty hair that’s sticking to his temples, “It’s okay, handsome.”
“No, gonna keep going, need you to finish,” he jerks upwards, pushing his seed further into you while also forcing some of it out - causing it to trickle down his balls.
Your jaw drops at the feeling, hand slipping down to rub at your clit, which Steve pushes away and replaces with his own fingers.
“C’mon, baby,” he urges, breath fanning across your cheek.
You’re completely gone for him, and when you finally tip over the edge, gushing over his cock, you collapse on top of him - bones dissolving into mush.
Steve’s breath is ragged in your ear, heart beating rapidly against your own - hands coming up to caress through the tendrils of your hair.
“You okay?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
You laugh lightly, “Better than okay.”
The two of you grow quiet as you lay there, basking in each other’s presence for a few moments more until the ache in your muscles encourages you to get up off the floor.
Before you’re able to move, Steve brings his hands to your face - grasping it tenderly and looking at you a bit timidly.
“You meant it, right?” He questions.
You lean into him, “Of course I meant it, babe. I love you.”
“I’m so in love with you,” he replies, kissing the spot below your ear.
You nuzzle into him, pleased with the affection, “Besides, I probably won’t even get pregnant.”
Those were famous last words for someone who would be staring in shock at a positive test a month and a half later - two pink little lines strikingly clear.
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okay y’all, based off my last post for HH, majority rules for baby #7! BUT i wanna assure those of you who chose to keep it at 6 nuggets that i have plenty of reqs im still working on that will just include the six original babies and i do not plan on just writing for a new baby either!
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Summary : you never got the occasion to do anything, or maybe you were scared, but after months of dating, you’re finally ready to take the next step.
Warnings : explicit sexual content; 18+; smut; fingering; loss of virginity; unprotected sex(stay safe guyss!); oral (f receiving); cursing; no use of y/n; established relationship; fluff; gentle sex; (tell me if i missed some !!) possible grammatical errors
Lillie talks : here it isssss (sorry it took me sooo long i got bored..) idk if i really like it, but i hope you’ll enjoy !! 💕
English is NOT my first language, sorry if I wrote wrong !! c: Request are open
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You always loved how patient Joe was with you.
He knew about you, about your inexperience, about the way you always felt like you were ‘behind’ everyone else your age.
When you first told him that you were a virgin, he didn’t look at you like all your other boyfriends did. He understood and listened.
He never teased you. Never made anything awkward.
That night, when you told him, he held you close against his chest. “I don’t care baby..” He whispered in your ear, “You’re the one who takes the decision, you’re the one who chooses.”
You slowly nodded, a small grin on your face and a slight feeling of vulnerability after your confession, “We don’t have to rush anything, we have our entire life to do that.. And I want it to be special for you.” He said cupping your face, before giving you a light kiss on the lips.
From that day, you felt a little more comfortable with him. It wasn’t really awkward anymore for you when he kissed your neck, going a little too down your collarbone..
And of course, there were moments. Late nights where you sat a little too close to him on the couch, sharing soft kisses that could’ve turned into more if one of you pushed further. But Joe never did. Even when you could feel a slight bulge forming in his pants, he never touched you where he shouldn’t.
It made you trust him more than anything. You started to wonder what would happened if you stopped holding yourself back.
You spent a lot of time with him in the studio. Him sharing you some of the music he’s currently writing, and you listened to whatever he’s saying. Legs crossed on the studio’s couch, smiling foolishly while watching him.
Most of the time, his band mates were there with you, but sometimes they weren’t and it was just the two of you.
That night something was different.
You were — like always — sitting on his couch watching him being passionate and focused on his work. He somehow looked hotter tonight. His tight black shirt, fitting his muscles perfectly. His grey sweatpants, from where you could see the thing hidden in his boxer.
Your heart pounded fast and loud in your chest. Your breath fastened. It was a feeling you’d felt before, but not that much. It was taking all over your body.
You slowly began to understand. You were ovulating.
And the moment Joe took off his shirt, because he was hot, your heart skipped a beat, in a way that felt unfamiliar.
You were leaning against the doorframe, coming back into the room after getting some water. He stood near the console, completely absorbed, headphones on one ear only.
It wasn’t just that he looked good, it was everything all at once. Your chest tightened. Your breath catches.
You slowly walked towards him, gently wrapping your arms around his chest. He smiled softly, turning around to face you.
“Hey..” He said quietly, wrapping his arms around you.
“Hey..” You replied, smiling widely.
His brows frowned, a light smile tugged on his lips, “What ?” he asked. “You okay ?”
You gently bite your lips, nodding slowly. You put your hands around his face, cupping it. Before giving him a slow kiss on the lips.
His hands moved to your hips, pressing your body against his to deepen the kiss. After a moment, you broke the kiss, still holding his face.
“I think I feel a little.. different. Than usual.”
“What do you mean ?” He asked gently.
Your heart pounded a little faster than it already did. “I don’t know.. I just-” You said laughing softly. Your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as the vulnerability came back.
“You just what ?” He laughed slightly.
“I just want to- you know..” You said looking at his chest, your hands brushing down against it. A small smile draw on your lips, your heart pounding very fast, you were sure he could hear it.
His eyes opened wider as he slowly began to understand. Your forehead now resting on his chest, laughing stupidly.
“Hey, look at me.” He said quietly, his hands softly moving to your face, thumbs brushing your cheek. “Are you.. sure ?”
He searched your face for an answer, while you just stared at him, bitting your lips.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want to try.. with you.” Your eyes looked back down. “I want you.. I- I need you, Joe.”
Joe exhaled slowly. “Right.. now ?” You slowly nodded. “Okay.. umh-” He rubbed his face slowly, a small grin still on his lips. “I wasn’t expecting that..”
You didn’t really knew what to do or what to say. You just stood there, hands on his chest, looking at his face. He cupped your face again.
“Listen. I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, if you want to stop, if you’re hurt, if-”
“Joe.. I promise I’ll tell you.” You said quietly, cutting him but reassuring him.
He nodded slowly, whispering a small “okay”.
He didn’t rush you, he let you come to him. Let you close the space, let you decide exactly where this moment began.
His hands still resting on your hips, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles over the fabric of your shirt.
Your mouth quickly found his, tongue tasting you like he never did before. Nose bumping into each other’s. Hands sliding to grip your ass gently. He pressed your body against his so close, afraid that you’ll change your mind even if he would never force you. You could already feel a tent forming in his pants just at the thought of being inside of you.
He slowly guided you to the couch by your waist, pushing you gently onto it. His body hovering over you, one knee between your legs and forearms resting at each sides of your head.
“You’re sure you don’t wanna wait ‘till we go back home ?” He asked quietly, eyes searching your face. “You’ll be more comfortable in a bed.”
“No Joe, I can’t wait.. I don’t want to wait.”
His lips instantly found yours again, but in a deeper way. His erection growing even bigger between your bodies. Your fingers were lost in his hair. His mouth moving to kiss your neck, sucking on it and leaving little dark blue marks that’ll stay for the next few days.
“I love you, baby.” He whispered between kisses, while you smiled foolishly. His hands everywhere on your body now, avoiding to touch your boobs, not wanting to hurry you. His cock finally pressed against the inside of your thighs, making you wetter than ever. You breath fastening at the friction of your pants.
“Please Joe, touch me.” You begged whimpering, eyes shut down. His head lift up, eyes admiring you.
“You’re sure ?”
“Yes Joe, please.”
His smile grew further, hands finally cupping one of your breast, thumb teasing your nipple slowly over your shirt. A soft moan escaped your lips, while his lips brushed yours again. His fingers left your tits to brush all the way down your stomach, waiting at the hem of your shirt, and finally getting it off of you, leaving you in a lace baby pink bra. Then his right hand found the starting of your pants, slowly getting it off too. His smile growing at the sight of your panties matching your bra.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful baby.” He said eyes flickering all over your body. He bites his lips. You laughed quietly, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as his hands found your boobs again, fingers brushing on the clasps of your bra. Your hands roamed over his chest, stopping at the starting of his sweatpants and finally taking it off after thinking of it for a short moment.
He finally unhooked your bra off, letting your tits sprang free in front of him, nipples already hard from his touch. “Oh my god..” He whispered, “You’re really gorgeous, my love.” You smiled, teeth biting your lower lips. “Tell me what you want..”
“I want you to touch me..” You answered quietly.
He didn’t waste no time, his hand found your panties, pushing it all the way down your legs and pausing for a second to admire you. Then, his middle fingers slipped through your folds, “You’re already so wet baby..” He whispered in your ear, before kissing your neck again.
Your legs fell apart, giving him more space to touch you. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pressed his fingers harder against your clit, rubbing slow circles. “Let me taste you, sweetheart.. please.” He asked you as you slowly nodded as a response.
His head went further down, giving your body kisses on every inch of your skin, stopping a little longer on your breasts and nipples. Then kissing all over your stomach, his grip tightened on your thighs as he finally pressed his lips on your clit. Tongue teasing your hole and eyes still locked in yours.
A louder moan left your mouth, as your chest moved in a steady rhythm on your fastening breath. Your head tilted back, eyes closing instantly while your hand found his hair again, pulling them slightly. “You taste so sweet.” He whimpered into your folds. His hand joined his mouth, h fingers finally moving inside of you, slowly and carefully.
You’d already touched yourself before, so his fingers weren’t too much for you. You were more afraid of his cock. Because as you knew, Joe was huge.
His mouth and fingers kept moving between your thighs, soft moans still escaped your lips from his touch, hands still pulling his hair.
“Joe..” You whimpered quietly.
“What, baby ?”
“I want you inside of me.. now.” You moaned louder than expected. His mouth left you and came back to your face. His lips pressed against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“I’ll be careful, i promise.” He whispered against your lips, forehead resting against yours.
“I trust you.” You slowly nodded.
He finally took his boxer off, letting you admire his cock. The tip glistening from the precum already getting out. He guided himself to your entrance, tip teasing it while he searched your face for a sign to stop. But you gave him no sign. Your nails digging into his biceps as you held onto it. Then in one thrust, he finally pushed it inside of you. Just the tip first, to study your reaction, slowly pushing into you. And as he pushed further, you expected it to hurt more, but somehow it was okay.
It already made you let out soft moans that made him shiver. He was so slow and careful, almost like he was afraid to break you. “Tell me if it’s too much..” He whispered against your skin. You slowly nodded, waiting for him to push even deeper inside you. And he did, he slid deeper. Taking his time, to make sure you adjust to his size. Your nails digging even harder into his arms, as he took your virginity off. The only thing left from your innocence.
He pushed even deeper, until he was completely seated inside you, splitting you open. And the pain finally hits. A burning pain in your lower stomach as he thrusted slowly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight..” He said as he kept thrusting inside.
And after a moment, it finally stopped hurting and began to be just pleasure. And when Joe saw your hips moving against his, he quickly understood that you were now comfortable with him. You let out a deep moan that made him shiver.
He thought about you like that, vulnerable under him, a lot of time. His thrusts fastened the most you got used to his size, causing you to moan even louder. “Joe…” You cried.
His hand moved so his thumb could play with your clit, sending you over the edge faster than you thought. Your walls clenched around him, making him whimper quietly. “Faster please..” You moaned. Louder whimpers came out of his lips and you could feel that he was close. His fingers gripped you tighter, his head fell on your shoulder. You were both panting, chest moving rapidly between the two of you.
You finally came, at the same time. His hot cum filling you deeply, while your sweet release enveloped his cock. Both moaning loudly, whimpers echoing in the soundproofed room. Until he collapsed on top of you, making sure he wasn’t crushing you under his weight.
He gave your neck small, mouth-opened kisses. “Did I hurt you ?” He asked quietly, finally looking up at you. You slowly shook your head as an answer, a small grin in your lips. “I love you.. so, so much.” He said before kissing your lips, slowly and passionate.
You stayed there for a long time, cuddling and kissing. Holding each other tight.
Joe made this moment special, he always made every moment special.
hope you enjoyed babesss !! 💕🤭 request are open !!
Summary : At a party, Joe suddenly feel insecure about you, and start to question your relationship.
Warnings : fluff; fear or abandonment; no mention of y/n; a little bit of angst ?; mention of sex; established relationship; possible grammatical errors
Lillie talks : Thanksss for this request girlll !! I hope it’s what you wanted 💕💕
English is NOT my first language, sorry if I wrote wrong !! c: Request are open
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Joe almost hadn’t come tonight, he was not really feeling it. But after trying to convince him for a few days, he finally gave up and came to the party.
“Don’t worry.. It’ll be fun.” You told him over the phone, few hours before the party.
It was one of those random crowded apartment in New York, light dim and music blasting loud. Some people overdressed, some underdressed, even though there was no theme. It was giving one of those old teenagers party, that you remember having in high school.
He always felt uncomfortable around people he didn’t knew. Always feeling too awkward. Even though, he easily found people to talk to, some of your friends and some of your friends friend, with who he hooked up easier than before.
You stayed half of the night tucked to his side. Laughing loud when he told a joke. His hand resting and tracing slight circles absentmindedly on your thigh.
Then a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder. When you turned back you saw him, one of your friends that you hadn’t seen for a long time. You quickly stood up to give him a hug, a big smile on both or your mouth.
“You already met Joe, no ?” You asked him, and he slowly nodded a small grin on his face as he looked at Joe. They already saw each other a long time ago, when you and Joe weren’t dating already.
Joe didn’t thought about it at first, ‘cause he knew that it was one of your friends. But as the night went, he started to feel a little insecure.
Because the way he was touching your arms while talking to you, or the way he leaned closer to talk in your ear, was definitely not friendly.
He quickly became quieter, his eyes shifting back to you and your ‘friend’, at the other side of the room, often.
This man was charming. He looked confident, all easy smiles. Easy with people. Moving slowly to the sound of music, with always this stupid smile drew on his lips.
Something uncomfortable settled in his chest.
But the night keeps moving.
People changed rooms, shared drink. The music is shaking the walls hard enough that conversations sometimes require leaning closer to hear.
Joe tried to stay relaxed. He really did. But the way you laughed like every thing he said was uncontrollably funny.
He wasn’t jealous. But insecure. Afraid that you might leave him at some point, which had no sense because he knew — deep inside — that you loved him more than anything. But the way you act tonight, makes him feel different.
Makes him feel like he’s not enough for you, like you need way more than he gives you.
This feeling didn’t came out of nowhere. When you started dating, you were really close to your ‘friend’. He used to call you everyday, text you every night. Updates you on the smallest thing, even the ones nobody gives a shit about. And you listened, you laughed and you remembered, everything. Like everything he was saying had an importance for you. Like he was giving you information to save for later.
At one point, your eyes weren’t looking for Joe anymore. You were focused on your friend. Eyes locked and a big smile.
When he leaned closer again, one hand briefly settled your elbow to steady himself, saying something that made you burst out of laughing. Joe completely lost it. His heartbeat was faster than before. His stomach twisted.
He knew that you probably weren’t flirting with him back. But the way you acted completely unaware of his obvious interest, made him sick.
Joe was now in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching you. Taking deep breath sometimes to relax.
He was never the type to be jealous, but this times it felt different. Probably because you didn’t moved your eyes away from him — not even a second — to look at your boyfriend. Probably because of the way you laughed with him. Or probably the way he looked at you like you’re the best thing in the world.
Of course you are and of course he does. How could anyone not ?
After a moment, you finally looked for Joe and got surprised not finding him anywhere in the crowd. You walked all around the hallway, opening every door. Accidentally opening one on people having sex. But you kept looking for him.
At the end of the corridor, you finally opened the last door, finding him washing his hands in a dark bathroom.
“Hey.. I just caught people having sex. I’m kinda embarrassed now..” You joked while closing the door behind you.
He quickly looked at you in the mirror, giving you one only nod, and looking back down at his hands under the hot water. His face was neutral, not a single expression in sight. He usually would’ve laughed about the situation with you, but he didn’t wanted to.
“Are you okay ?” You asked, brows frowned.
“Yeah.” He replied way too quickly, turning the water off, his hands reaching for the closest hand towel.
You studied him carefully. His jaw was tight, his eyes were avoiding you. You knew him like nobody, you could tell that he was lying.
“Is this about him ?” You finally asked, quickly understanding what was wrong.
Joe exhales through his nose softly, almost like a laugh. “Is it that obvious ?”
Your stomach drops instantly. “Oh my god..”
“It’s stupid.. forget it.” He said quickly, trying to avoid it.
“No it’s not.” You moved closer, your voice softening. “Joe. Talk to me.”
He finally looked at you, your chest tightening because he doesn’t really look angry. Just sad or insecure. He took a deep breath.
“What’s wrong Joe, tell me.”
“You really don’t see it ?” He asked almost laughing.
“See what ?”
“The way he looks at you !” He said louder than he wanted to.
You blinked. “What ?” You shook your head slowly.
He let out another humorless laugh, rubbing his hands over his face. “Jesus.” He said quietly.
“Joe what do you mean ? What are you talking about ??”
“He likes you.”
“No he doesn’t.” You almost laughed.
“Yes he does !” His brows raised.
“And what makes you think that he does ?” You questioned shaking your head. You stared at him for a moment, waiting for an answer that took too long to came.
“Because he looks at you the same way I looked at you when I fell in love with you.” His voice softening at the end. “The way he touched your arms. The way he spoke in your ear. The way he found an excuse all night to talk to you. The way he does things when he’s around you.”
Your expression shifts slightly. “Oh.” You said quietly. For a moment neither of you said anything.
“Joe I- I promise I didn’t realize.” You said quickly, trying to reassure him.
“I know. That’s not the problem.” He said in an awful sad tone.
“Then what is it ?”
“The problem is that guys like him always notice you.. and- I’m kinda afraid that one day you’ll notice them back..” He said quietly, eyes flickering. You face softened immediately and your heart breaks a little hearing that.
“Joe-” You shook your head.
“He’s confident, apparently funny. Hum.” His voice broke slightly at the end.
You almost laughed, “You think I care about that ?”
“Maybe. I don’t know what’s going on in your head.” The vulnerability in his voice is almost unbearable now.
Joe isn’t accusing you of anything. He genuinely believe he’s the less desirable option.
Even if you always repeated him how much you loved him, he still had this insecurity in himself, making him believe that he was not the one you deserved. Because in his eyes, you were the perfect woman that every man dreamed of.
And from his past relationship, which literally traumatized him, and gave him a fear of abandon, he really feared that one day you’ll leave him for someone better than him.
You reached for his hands instantly. “Hey listen to me.” You shift closer. “I don’t care about him. I don’t want him, I want you and you only.”
“You’re saying that in the moment.”
Your grip tightens, “Joe.”
His eyes finally meets you again, and you can finally see the fear sitting there. That fear that one day someone brighter or smoother or easier will catch your attention.
You moved even closer until there’s barely space between you. “I don’t even notice people like that.. Because when I walk into a room, you’re already the person I’m looking for.” You told him slowly. His expression shifts.
“You’re the first person I want to talk to. The first person I want to tell things to.” Your thumb brushed his knuckles slightly. “And maybe he likes me.. but I don’t care.”
Joe’s breathing changed, he got quiet.
“I just want you.” You finally said with a small grin. The words hit him, you can see it. His eyes lowered for a second, shoulders loosened slightly.
“You mean that ?” He asked softly.
One of your hand found his face immediately. “There is nobody else I want. I don’t want to be in a relationship unless it’s with you.”
Joe closed his eyes for a second, leaning into your touch.
“You make me crazy sometimes.”
“Because I talked to my friend ?” You smiled a little.
“No.” His hands finally settled gently on your waist. “Because you have no idea of what you’re worth.”
Your expression melts completely. Your smile grew even more.
And you kissed him. Slow and gentle at first. And Joe kissed you back like he’s been needing it for the past few hours. Like every awful thought in his head finally goes quiet the second your hands slide into his hair. Deepening the kiss. His hands still resting on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.
When you pull away, he kept his forehead pressed against yours. Still holding you close. Still a little insecure. But believing you now.
“So… in what position were the people having sex ?” He laughed. You laughed too.
And when you got back home, you held him close all night. Hands brushing his hair, making him shiver.
I really don’t listen to Taylor Swift so I didn’t really knew about the song 😭 (i hope you still like it girllss !!) love yall xx
Summary : Joe taking care of you after a drunk night.
Warnings : reader is drunk; mention of alcohol; bleeding; no mention of y/n; kissing; fluff; (tell me if i missed some) possible grammatical errors.
Lillie talks : umh.. i don’t really like this one but here it is anyway.. btw i got sooo lazy writing this so i just gave up and finished quickly 😭😭 so sorry if it’s not really good and messy.
English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c: Request are open.
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The party had gotten louder as the night went on. Most people were completely drunk and yelling, so they could hear each other over the music. The room smelled like sweat and different types of alcohol. Purely chaotic.
Joe was already over it, mostly because he’d spent the last hour trying to keep an eye on you. While you were moving everywhere, changing rooms, chatting with new people every 5 minutes. You were actually very, very drunk.
You were usually not the kind of person who drink to have fun, but tonight it was different. At least you weren’t crying-drunk.. but laughing-drunk. It was like, all of a sudden, everything became the funniest thing ever.
Joe found you near the kitchen island, laughing so hard you could barely breathe while one of your friend attempted to explain something through her own laughter. “There you are..” Your smile grew further when you saw Joe standing next to you, as he grab you by the waist.
“Oh, hey baby” You said still laughing a bit.
His brows frowned slightly, a small grin drew on his lips, “Are you okay ?” He asked.
You nodded quickly. “Yeaaaa… I’m having the time of my life.” Your friend next to you was still laughing and you joined her back in her laughter, both pretty drunk from the night.
Joe laughed slightly, pulling you closer to him, “I think we should go back home.” He said in your ear.
Your smile faded into a little dramatic pout, “Nooo.. I’m having so much fun.”
”How much have you drank ?”
“Umh.. I stopped counting. A while ago.” You said laughing before taking a sip in the glass your friend handed you.
But Joe was quicker, he immediately took the glass from your hand before you could even put your lips on it. “Heyyy” You said, brows frowned at him. While he put back down the glass on the table.
“You need water.”
“I need another drink.”
“Yeah. Water.”
You rolled your eyes and exhaled loudly, “You’re not funny.. why are you not drinking with me tonight.”
“Because I have important things to do tomorrow.. why are you drinking so much tonight ?” You shrugged.
“You’re so pretty.” You said grabbing his hands. He laughed slightly while you were staring at him, bitting your lips.
Your eyes drifted down to his mouth suddenly, and before he could even react you grabbed his shirt and pushed him into a corner into the hallway, where nobody could see you. A surprised breath escaped him, then you kissed him.
It was messy, full of teeth, tongue, saliva, and everything possible. You were smiling hard against his mouth that you could barely kiss him properly without laughing every two seconds.
Joe laughed too, despite himself, one hand moving instantly to your waist to steady you. “Baby..” He muttered against your lips.
When you pulled back, you slid down slightly against his chest because your legs had apparently stopped functioning correctly. But he caught you before you could hit the floor.
“Jesus, baby.” You were laughing so hard, you did not care. “It’s really time to go back home.” You didn’t contradicted him this time, you let yourself guided by him to the exit.
He grabbed your coat before helping you put it on gently, while you swayed in place.
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The second you stepped outside, the night cold air hit you both. Surprisingly, the “city that never sleep” was quite sleeping right now. It was calm, still some people walking on the sidewalks, but less than usually.
“Oh my God.. the ground is moving again.” His grip on your waist tightened to keep you up, while one of your hand grabbed your head trying to erase the growing headache.
He guided you down the street, still holding you close. But suddenly you stopped near a corner, smiling and laughing stupidly again.
“What now ?” You just laughed at him before grabbing his clothes again and pulling him to the corner. Mouth finding his quickly. But this time slower. Your hands gripped his coat while you leaned into him fully, still smiling against his mouth.
Usually, you wouldn’t do this outside, in public, where everyone could see you. But you were too drunk to care about the paparazzi. You actually found it funny. Funny that maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and find pictures of you kissing on the internet. Always with a stupid title like : “Yesterday, Joe Keery was spotted kissing his mysterious girlfriend in New York.” Anyway.
His hands settled automatically on your waist. “You’re clingy tonight.” He murmured against your lips. Before you start giggling again in the middle of the kiss. He shook his head. “You can’t focus.”
“I’m trying.” You said while laughing. You kiss him one more time before finally pulling back, still smiling like an idiot.
Joe brushed his thumb gently across your cheek. “C’mon baby, we’re almost home.” You nodded.
Everything was great for a few minutes, before you reached a corner near your apartment and your foot slipped against a rock.
Your balance disappeared before you hit the ground. Joe tried to catch you but failed. Your knee hit first, then your hands. And you just laid on the ground laughing, actually laughing.
Joe’s stomach dropped instantly. “Shit.” He crouched beside you. “Baby ? Hey-” But your were still laughing, even harder this time.
Concern washed over his face as he saw your bleeding knee. “You’re bleeding.” You slowly sat up, before laughing again at the sight of your knees. But he wasn’t laughing, he was genuinely worried.
He carefully took your wrist, inspecting your palms, before checking on your knee. The skin had split against the pavement badly enough to leave an angry scrape across it. Not really serious but painful.
“Ow” You said in another laughter, looking at your hands. “It hurts.”
You tried to stand immediately, bad idea. You nearly fell again. But Joe caught you instantly.
“No, don’t do that.” You buried your face against his shoulder laughing weakly again, though Joe could hear the tears mixing into it too.
“I can’t believe i fell.” You mumbled. Joe rubbed your back gently, making sure you’re okay.
“The sidewalk attacked me.”
“It did not.”
“It did.”
Joe shook his head gently, smiling lightly. “Come here.” He said as he carefully slides one hand beneath your knees and the other around your back. Lifting you slowly from the ground.
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By the time you reached your apartment, you were half asleep in Joe’s arms. One of your arm hung loosely around his neck, while the other rested on his chest. Your face buried in his neck.
“You still awake ?”
“Mhm.”
“Are you able to unlock the door for me ? or are you too asleep.”
“No, no, I can do it.” You said as you slowly grabbed the keys from his hand and tried to unlock the door, but failed and made them fall. “Oops.” You laughed looking back up at him.
He gently set you down, crouching to grab the keys and finally unlocking the door, while you were swaying slightly. You finally entered the apartment as he locked the door behind you.
Everything was quiet now. He carried you straight to the bedroom. He helped you sit on the bed before going in the bathroom, grabbing some bandage and something to disinfect your bruises.
“Oh, okay doctor Joe.” You laughed while he crouched in front of you, taking care of you opened wound. He grin lightly.
“Is this hurting ?” He asked as he slowly washed your blood. You shrugged and started laughing again.
“Why are you laughing now ?”
“It just looks stupid.” You wheezed.
You slightly jumped when he finally pressed a cloth to disinfect your knee, “Ow. It burns.”
“I know.”
He was impossibly gentle with you now. Every touch careful, every movement slow. He cleaned your scraped palms too, softly holding your wrists.
“You’re taking this very seriously.” You mumbled. He grinned.
“I’m almost done.”
As soon as he was, he slowly helped you stand up, you wobbled slightly. He caught your waist automatically.
You let out a deep sigh. “I’m tired.”
“I know.” He slowly moved to your dresser to grab some comfortable clothes. He grabbed one of his oversized hoodie and a random pajama shorts of yours before helping you out of your clothes, and helping you change carefully.
After struggling dressing you, you finally laid on the bed while he was changing into his pajama. Before climbing into bed beside you.
You exhaled loudly as you got more comfortable in the mattress, blanket pulled up. His arms instantly found you, pulling you flush against him. Your head tucked beneath his chin while his arms wrapped securely around your waist.
He brushed his fingers gently through your hair while pressing soft kisses to your forehead. The other ones to your temple, on you cheek. You smiled.
“You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”
“I’m cute all the time.”
He laugh quietly. “That confidence is impressive considering how you lost a fight with a sidewalk.”
You laughed quietly against his chest, while he gave you small kisses everywhere on your head.
He still stayed awake longer than necessary, after you fell asleep quickly, just to make sure you were okay. Every time you shifted he checked on you. At some point in the night, you stirred slightly against him.
“Joe ?”
“Hm ?”
“Thank you.” You said half asleep.
His expression softened instantly even if your eyes were still closed. He brushed his thumb softly across your cheek, smiling in the dark.
“I love you.”
“I love you too-” You managed to say, slowly falling back asleep.
Then he pulled you a little closer to his chest, kissing your forehead on last time before finally letting himself fall asleep with you safe in his arms.
hope you enjoyed it even if it’s messy !! love yall 💕
Can I request a fluffy Joe Keery x fem! reader oneshot where their daughter is graduating kindergarten and Joe gets emotional that their baby is growing up on him?
"Little cap and gown"
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
summary: Joe gets emotional at your daughter's kindergarten graduation
warnings: fluff, domestic themes
You stood in the doorway of Mia’s bedroom, arms crossed loosely over your chest, watching as Joe knelt on the floor helping your five year old daughter into her tiny white graduation gown. The fabric was stiff and new, still carrying that fresh plastic smell from the packaging. Mia’s dark curls bounced as she spun in a circle, the gown flaring around her little legs.
“Dad, look! I’m a bird!” she squealed, flapping her arms.
Joe laughed, but the sound caught in his throat. You saw the way his shoulders tensed, the quick blink as he turned his head slightly toward the window. Sunlight poured across the hardwood floor of your home, at thirty-four, Joe was still unfairly handsome, but fatherhood had softened the edges of his boyish charm into something deeper, more permanent.
“You’re the prettiest bird in the whole kindergarten, baby,” he said, voice rougher than usual. He adjusted the little blue collar of the dress underneath the gown, fingers lingering on the fabric as if memorizing the feel of it. “Hold still for the cap.”
Mia wrinkled her nose but obeyed, standing on tiptoes.
The graduation cap was comically large on her small head, the tassel swinging into her eyes. Joe gently tucked it behind her ear, then sat back on his heels, just staring.
You felt your own heart squeeze, you knew this moment was coming, the end of the baby years but watching Joe realize it in real time was something else entirely.
“Joe?” you called softly.
He cleared his throat, stood up, and lifted Mia into his arms like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist automatically, the gown bunching up.
“mommy, daddy’s being silly again,” she whispered loudly, as if sharing a secret.
“Yeah, he does that,” you smiled, stepping into the room.
You reached up and brushed a lock of hair from Joe’s forehead, his eyes met yours, glistening just a little too brightly.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Perfectly fine,” he lied, pressing a kiss to Mia’s temple. “Just… realizing my baby’s graduating from kindergarten. Next it’ll be middle school, then high school, then college, then she’ll move to Antarctica to study penguins or something and forget we exist.”
Mia giggled. “I won’t forget you, daddy, I’ll bring you a penguin.”
Joe buried his face in her curls for a second, inhaling that perfect little kid smell of strawberry shampoo and crayons.
“Promise?”
“Pinkie promise.”
You watched them, warmth blooming in your chest.
Five years of marriage, six years together before that, and this little girl had rewritten every plan you both once had. Joe had been filming Stranger Things when you found out you were pregnant, the panic in his eyes back then had been real, how could they make this work with his schedule?...but the second he held Mia in the hospital, everything shifted. He became the kind of dad who learned the words to every Disney song, who showed up to every pediatrician appointment even if it meant flying across the country on a red eye.
“Come on,” you said gently. “We’ll be late if we don’t leave soon, and you still need to change out of that hoodie, rockstar.”
Joe glanced down at his faded sweatshirt and grinned sheepishly.
“Right, can’t show up looking like this”
He set Mia down reluctantly and she immediately ran to grab her handmade diploma folder from the dresser, a construction paper creation covered in glitter and macaroni that had taken three afternoons and two vacuums to clean up after. Joe lingered in the doorway after she zoomed past, watching her go.
You slipped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your cheek against his back. “She’s still our baby, Joe,, just… taller, with opinions.”
“I know,” he murmured. “Doesn’t make it easier. God, babe… when did she stop needing us to carry her everywhere?”
“Somewhere between learning to run and learning to argue that vegetables are ‘for rabbits.’” You kissed his shoulder blade. “You’re allowed to be emotional today. I already cried in the shower this morning.”
He turned in your arms, cupping your face with both hands, his thumbs brushed your cheekbones.
“You did?”
“Full ugly cry, mascara everywhere, had to start over.”
Joe’s smile was soft, a little wobbly. “I love you so much, you know that, right? You gave me her, you gave me this whole life I didn’t know I needed.”
“I know,” you whispered, rising on your toes to kiss him, it was slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that still made your stomach flutter after all these years.
“Now go change before our graduate decides to wear her light-up sneakers with the gown.”
The kindergarten auditorium was packed with proud parents, grandparents, and siblings waving signs and phones. Balloons in pastel colors bobbed against the ceiling, a banner reading “Class of 2026 – We’re Ready for 1st Grade!” stretched across the stage.
You and Joe found seats near the front, Mia’s hand tucked firmly in Joe’s as she bounced on her shoes.
Other kids ran around in their caps and gowns, some already losing tassels or trading stickers. Mia spotted her best friend, Leo, and tugged Joe toward him.
“Daddy, come meet Leo’s dad! He has a dog named Spaghetti!”
Joe let himself be pulled along, but you noticed how his grip on her hand tightened just a fraction.
You followed, greeting the other parents. Joe was charming as always, easy smiles, genuine laughs but every few minutes his gaze drifted back to Mia, tracking her as she showed off her gown to anyone who would listen.
When the ceremony began, you both sat down, the lights dimmed slightly, and the principal, a kind older woman with a warm voice, welcomed everyone. One by one, the kindergarteners walked across the stage as their names were called, receiving paper diplomas and posing for photos with a giant cardboard “1st Grade Here I Come!” sign.
Mia’s class was toward the middle and when her name echoed through the speakers…“Mia Rose Keery!”Joe’s hand found yours and squeezed hard.
She walked confidently, tiny steps in her white dress shoes, curls bouncing under the cap. The tassel swung wildly as she reached for her diploma. The principal leaned down, said something that made Mia beam, and then she turned toward the audience, scanning until she found you both.
She waved with both hands, the diploma flapping. “Hi mommy! Hi daddy!”
The entire room melted, Joe waved back, his other hand still crushing yours and you could feel the slight tremble in his fingers.
After the last child crossed, the kids sang a slightly off key version of “You’ve Got a Friend in Me.” Joe’s eyes never left Mia.
When the song ended and the principal announced they were officially first-graders, a cheer went up, caps flew into the air…most of them landing nowhere near their owners.
Joe stood up immediately, camera ready and you followed, heart full.
The reception afterward was chaos in the best way: cookies, juice boxes, and proud parents hugging their graduates. Mia ran up to you both holding a cupcake with blue frosting smeared across her cheek.
“I did it!” she announced, throwing her arms around Joe’s legs.
“You sure did, sweetheart.”
He lifted her up again, gown and all, and spun her once, then he held her close, chin resting on her head. You saw him close his eyes, breathing her in.
Suddenly Joe turned to you, his eyes were definitely wet now. “Babe… I need a second.”
You nodded, taking Mia’s hand. “Why don’t you go show daddy the art table while I grab more napkins?”
Mia dragged him off willingly, you watched from a distance as she pointed out her handprint flower painting. Joe crouched down to her level, listening intently as she explained every color choice, his long legs folded awkwardly, gown fabric pooling around her feet. He looked so big next to her tiny frame, yet so gentle.
Your phone buzzed. A text from your sister: How’s the big softie holding up?
You replied with a photo you’d snuck earlier; Mia on stage, Joe’s face in profile beside you, pure awe and heartbreak mixed together. Ugly crying incoming.
Later that evening, after baths and stories and one extra-long tuck-in because “graduates get extra chapters, mommy,” you found Joe in the kitchen, he was leaning against the counter, staring at the fridge where Mia’s kindergarten photos were displayed in colorful magnets.
You wrapped your arms around him from behind again, same position as that morning. “She’s asleep, finally. Told me she’s going to be an astronaut, paleontologist, veterinarian when she grows up.”
Joe chuckled wetly. “Of course she is.” He turned, pulling you against his chest, his heartbeat was steady under your ear. “I keep thinking about the day she was born, how tiny she was, how she fit in my hands… and now she’s graduating…She can write her own name, she can read simple books, she argued with me yesterday about why the sky is blue like she was presenting a thesis.”
You smiled against his shirt. “She gets that from you… the arguing part.”
“Hey.” He poked your side. “I prefer ‘passionate discussion.’”
You both laughed softly, then Joe grew quiet again.
“I’m so proud of her,” he whispered. “But part of me… God, part of me wants to freeze time. Keep her little forever. No boys, no broken hearts, no driving lessons, no leaving for college. Just her running into our room at 6 a.m. because she had a nightmare or wanted pancakes shaped like dinosaurs.”
You pulled back to look at him, tears slipped down his cheeks now, unchecked. You brushed them away with your thumbs, just like he’d done to you so many times.
“Joe… she’s always going to need us. Just differently, she’ll still crawl into our bed during thunderstorms. She’ll still call for you when she has a bad day and when she does go off to study penguins in Antarctica…or whatever wild dream she has…you’ll be the one she texts first with pictures.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “I know, Ido. It’s just hitting me all at once. My baby girl.”
You kissed him softly, tasting salt. “She’ll always be your baby girl, even when she’s thirty and has her own kids.”
He rested his forehead against yours. “Thank you, for being the best mom and for making me a dad. For all of this.”
“I love you,” you said simply. “Both of you, more than anything.”
Flipping the roles for once, you make Steve try on clothes while you become his personal shopper
It was slightly unfair—how every time you went out to the mall with Steve he’d spend the whole time carrying around your endless shopping bags while swiping his credit card at every chance. If you asked him, he loved it, getting what you wanted and giving his opinion on your outfits, it made him feel needed. Though to you, you felt a little bad for centering the whole time around yourself and chose to pay more attention to him.
You announced during your next trip you would help him buy clothes, it was time he found a different style rather than the constant Polo tees and skinny jeans. He scoffed and placed his hands on your hips, “I do not need new clothes!” Steve protested.
Rolling your eyes at him, you both got in the car and made your way to the mall. Less than an hour later, he ended up in the men’s fitting room of the Gap. You had used your shopping skills to handpick a bunch of clothing items for him to try on, a variety he was anxious about while looking at.
You weren’t alone, the aisle was lined up with other girlfriends standing beside each room, peaking past the curtains when their boyfriends were done changing, you couldn’t help but laugh at the common scene.
“Are you done?” You called out.
“Uh, yeah.” Steve responded, hesitating. You moved the curtain to the side, and your breathing stopped. It felt like you were falling in love with him all over again, the sweatpants hung around his hips though the shirt fit perfectly, or a little too perfectly, as you found yourself unable to look away.
“Well?” Steve snapped you back to reality. “Are you just gonna stare all day or tell me what you think?” You instantly flustered at his words, picking up on the hint of smugness in his tone.
“You look—good, Steve, like really good.” You rushed out, admiring the way the fabric clung to his biceps.
It was Steve’s turn to blush as he shifted on either foot, looking at you worriedly. “Are you sure it’s not like, totally not my style?” He double checked, insecurity seeping into his voice.
You denied with a firm shake of your head, stepping in to the tightly cramped room to set a hand on his chest. “You look lovely, baby. I mean it.” You said softly, and he lit up, leaning to connect your lips sweetly.
Anyone could’ve walked past and set their eyes on you two making out, which is way you pulled away before things could get heated. “Enough,” you smiled at him. “Try on the rest.”
You gave him some space to change, and he looked hot in each one. Whether it was the red hoodie or baggy jeans or the leather jacket, you couldn’t find a single outfit that looked bad on him. Soon enough, the floor became littered with piles of clothes as the racks couldn’t hold anymore, a routine was developed—you would bring a stack of clothes, and he’d try them on, you’d inspect how they looked before leaving to bring more. And by the end Steve was exhausted while you were jumping up and down from excitement, beyond proud of your work.
“I should be hired as a personal stylist!” You exclaimed.
Steve’s face wrinkled, “then I’d have to share you with other men.” He said unapprovingly, as if the thought disgusted him.
“Then you should professionally hire me.” You suggested, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, as you moved to the counter to pay.
“It already comes with the perks of having a girlfriend.” He shut you down, but you only focused on how he called you his girlfriend, everytime the word left his mouth you were more amazed
“And be lucky it does—not every man has a girlfriend so willing to spend her afternoon restocking her boyfriend's closet.” You said pointedly.
Steve pulled out his wallet and kept his eyes on you while tapping the metal card, before handed the bag of clothes. “You’re right—shopping is tiring.” He groaned, leaving the store hand in hand.
“Time for some pretzels.” He settled on, a prize more for him than you, though you happily obliged, leading him on.
warnings:Public teasing / stage grinding,Vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk,Friends to lovers,Slight exhibitionist vibe (he’s performing for you),Swearing, sweat, post-concert horniness,Joe being an adorable teasing rockstar and also a total sweetheart afterwards
Note: I wrote a short, shitty song for the fucking one-shot😭🙏🏻
The stage lights pulsed like a heartbeat, hot and relentless, casting Joe Keery in a golden haze that made every inch of him look illegally good. The crowd was a living thing, screaming, bodies pressed tight together in the sold-out venue, but you stood just off to the side in the VIP wing, heart hammering harder than the bass line. You’d been best friends with Joe for years: late-night drives, stupid inside jokes, shared pizza at 3 a.m. after his shoots, and enough lingering hugs that the line between “just friends” and “something more” had blurred into dangerous territory. Tonight, though, that line was about to get obliterated.
Joe was in his element, sweat glistening on his forehead, dark curls sticking to his temples, that signature cheeky grin flashing as he worked the mic. He wore a half-unbuttoned black shirt that clung to his lean, toned torso, sleeves rolled up to show the veins in his forearms. His jeans sat low on his hips, the kind of fit that made you bite your lip every single time. The band was killing it, but the energy shifted when he signaled the next song. You knew this one. He always saved it for moments like this—when he wanted to drive the audience (and, secretly, you) absolutely feral.
“This next one’s a little… dirty,” Joe said into the mic, voice low and teasing, that playful lilt making the crowd erupt. He locked eyes with you for a split second across the stage, a wicked little smirk tugging at his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing. “It’s called ‘Slow Burn Grind’. Hope you’re ready.”
The lights dimmed to a sultry red, the beat dropping into something slow, heavy, and throbbing—bass vibrating through your chest, your thighs, everywhere. Joe gripped the microphone stand with both hands, hips already swaying as the first lyrics rolled out in that smooth, slightly raspy voice that always hit you right in the core.
Lyrics – “Slow Burn Grind”
You got me feelin’ like a fever in the dark,
Body callin’, no words, just the spark.
Hands on skin, slow slide, no mercy,
Come closer, baby, let me do you dirty.
He started subtle, rolling his shoulders, letting the music guide him. But as the chorus built, Joe leaned into the stand like it was a lover. His torso pressed flush against the cool metal, chest rubbing up and down in a deliberate, sensual drag that made the fabric of his shirt ride up, exposing a tantalizing strip of toned abdomen. The crowd lost it—screams piercing the air—but his eyes found you again, holding the gaze as he rolled his hips forward.
Grind it slow, feel that heat rise,
Crotch to curve, no room for lies.
Thighs tight, breathin’ heavy in the night,
You’re my favorite sin, hold on tight.
Joe’s movements turned filthy in the best way. He slid his body down the stand, thighs parting slightly as he ground his crotch against the pole with a slow, deliberate circle—once, twice—pressing hard enough that you could see the outline of him straining against his jeans. His free hand trailed down his own chest, fingers splaying over his abs, then lower, teasing the waistband while his hips kept that sinful rhythm. Sweat trailed down his neck; he threw his head back, lips parted, looking every bit the rockstar sex god he was pretending to be. The fans were screaming, phones up, but Joe made it feel personal. Like every thrust, every rub, every teasing lick of his lips was aimed straight at you.
Push against me, let the tension build,
Wet and aching, do what you will.
No escape, just bodies locked in time,
Ride the edge, baby, make it mine.
You were soaked. Standing there in the shadows of the VIP area, thighs clenched, you couldn’t look away. Your best friend—sweet, goofy Joe who made you laugh until your sides hurt—was putting on a show that felt like foreplay for the entire arena, but especially for you. He dropped lower, knees bending as he humped the stand with controlled, powerful rolls of his hips, the microphone picking up his breathy groans between lyrics. The way his cock pressed visibly against the denim, the friction making him bite his lower lip… it was obscene. Deliciously obscene.
The song peaked, and Joe straightened just enough to run a hand through his damp curls, flashing that devastating smile before launching into the final verse with even more intensity. He spun the stand, grabbed it low, and practically fucked it with his body—torso arching, hips snapping forward in sharp, needy thrusts that had the whole venue on its knees. By the time the last note faded, the crowd was chanting his name. Joe bowed dramatically, laughing that bright, boyish laugh that contrasted so perfectly with the raw sexuality he’d just unleashed.
The rest of the set flew by in a haze. You barely registered the encore, too busy replaying every grind, every heated look he’d thrown your way. Backstage access meant you slipped through before the final bow, heart racing as you waited in his dressing room. The door clicked shut behind you, and there he was—still buzzing from the performance, shirt clinging to his sweaty chest, that post-show glow making him look edible.
“Enjoy the show?” Joe asked, voice husky from singing, wiping his face with a towel before tossing it aside. He stepped closer, that familiar playful grin mixed with something darker, hungrier. “Saw you watching real close during ‘Slow Burn.’ Thought you might combust.”
You laughed, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled low in your belly. “You’re such a tease, Keery. Rubbing all over that mic like you were imagining something better.”
His eyes darkened. In two strides he had you backed against the wall, hands bracketing your head. “Who said I was imagining?” His breath was warm against your ear. “Been thinking about you the whole damn set. Those lyrics? Yeah, they’re about the way I want to grind against you until you’re begging.”
The tension that had been building for years snapped. Joe kissed you like he’d been starving for it—deep, messy, all tongue and teeth. His hands roamed, sliding under your shirt to palm your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked. You moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in those famous curls, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. He pressed his hips forward, letting you feel exactly how hard he still was from the stage antics.
“Fuck,” he murmured, nipping at your neck while grinding against your thigh the same way he’d done to the microphone stand. Slow, filthy circles that had you gasping. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. My best friend… looking at me like that while I’m up there pretending the mic is your body.”
Clothes came off in a frantic rush. His shirt hit the floor, revealing that lean, sculpted chest you’d stolen glances at for years. You traced the lines of his abs, lower, until your hand wrapped around the impressive bulge in his jeans. Joe hissed, head falling back as you stroked him through the denim. He returned the favor, fingers slipping under your skirt, finding you drenched. Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling perfectly while his thumb worked your clit.
“So wet for me already,” he teased, voice playful even as he finger-fucked you against the wall. “My dirty girl. Watching me hump that stand and getting turned on… bet you were imagining it was your pussy I was grinding on.”
You could only nod, riding his hand, chasing the building pleasure. Joe dropped to his knees, yanking your panties down and burying his face between your thighs. His tongue was relentless—long, slow licks followed by quick flicks over your clit, then sucking hard while his hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine. “Taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, lips shiny with your arousal. The sight alone nearly made you come.
You pulled him up before you tipped over the edge, desperate to feel him inside you. Joe spun you around, bending you over the dressing room couch. He freed himself from his jeans, cock springing out—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. He rubbed the head against your slick folds, teasing, grinding just like on stage.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled, voice low and fun at the same time. “Tell your best friend how bad you need this cock.”
“I need you, Joe—fuck me like you mean it,” you gasped.
He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke, filling you completely. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming in the best way. Joe didn’t hold back. He fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping with the same sensual rhythm from the performance, one hand fisting your hair while the other smacked your ass lightly. Every thrust pushed you closer, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
“God, you feel incredible,” he panted, leaning over you to bite your shoulder. “So tight… been dreaming about this pussy for months. My best friend taking me so well.”
You pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, the slap of skin on skin mixing with your moans. He reached around to rub your clit, and that was it—you came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name. Joe followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.
You collapsed together on the couch, sweaty and tangled, laughing breathlessly. Joe pulled you into his chest, pressing soft kisses to your temple—the sweet, goofy side returning full force.
“Best show ever,” he murmured, grinning. “And the after-party’s just getting started. Round two in the shower?”
You kissed him, slow and deep, feeling the spark of something real underneath all the heat. “Only if you promise to grind on me like you did that microphone.”
Joe’s laugh was bright and warm. “Baby, I’ll grind on you all night. Every night. Best friends with benefits sounds pretty damn perfect.”
