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Everything you do now is for your future cry and keep going â˝ ŰŞ âš 143
âpuppy interviewâ
â dad!joe keery x mom!reader â
hi !! i know you guys wanted the Summer baby one shot but i just donât have any ideas for those. And i love Baby Luke so muchhh!!!!! 𼚠english isnât my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes or weird sentences <3 requests are always open !!
summary: while filming a buzzfeed puppy interview with maya hawke, natalia dyer and joe quinn, joe keeps getting distracted by something happening just off camera. backstage, youâre holding your one-year-old son, luke, who seems completely fascinated by the puppies running around the set. eventually, joe convinces you to join them inside the enclosure, and the interview quickly becomes less about stranger things and more about watching luke discover puppies for the very first time.
word count: 1.2k+
warnings: fluff, parents!reader, baby luke, puppies, no use of y/n, lots of domestic family moments
The moment you arrived on set, you knew Luke was going to lose his mind.
The entire studio was already loud with conversation, crew members moving equipment around and producers giving last-minute instructions, but none of that seemed to matter to the little boy balanced comfortably on your hip. From the second heâd spotted the enclosure from across the room, filled with what looked like dozens of tiny puppies tumbling over one another, his attention had become completely fixed on them. Every time one barked, tripped over its own paws or wandered across the pen, his eyes followed it immediately, his tiny fingers curling around the shoulder of your sweater as though he was afraid to look away for even a second.
You couldnât blame him.
Even from where you were standing behind the cameras, the puppies were distracting.
A few feet away, Joe was getting his microphone attached while chatting with Maya, Natalia and Joe Quinn, occasionally glancing over whenever he heard Luke making another excited little sound. Each time he looked, he found his son exactly where heâd left him, staring at the dogs with an expression of complete wonder, and each time it made him smile so hard that somebody inevitably caught him.
By the time filming actually started, Joe Quinn had already noticed.
âYouâre doing it again.â
Joe looked over.
âDoing what?â
Joe Quinn nodded toward you.
Immediately.
Without even checking.
Joeâs eyes found you and Luke.
Maya burst out laughing.
âOh my God, he is.â
Natalia followed their gaze before smiling.
Joe looked completely unapologetic.
âWhat?â
âYouâve looked over there like six times in two minutes.â
âHave not.â
âYou absolutely have.â
The interviewer hadnât even gotten through the first question before everybody was already laughing.
From where you stood, Luke seemed completely oblivious to all of it. His attention never left the puppies, his entire body leaning slightly forward every time one wandered close to the edge of the enclosure. It was honestly becoming difficult to hold onto him because every few seconds he would attempt to launch himself in their direction, letting out another tiny gasp whenever one barked.
Joe watched it happen during the second question.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
Every time he looked over, Luke seemed even more fascinated than before.
Eventually, midway through one of Mayaâs answers, Joe caught you trying to stop Luke from climbing out of your arms altogether.
The look on his face changed immediately.
There was a brief moment where he tried to keep listening.
Tried being the important word.
Then he glanced toward a producer.
Then toward the puppies.
Then toward Luke.
Then back toward the producer.
Maya stopped talking.
âOh no.â
Natalia laughed immediately.
Joe Quinn already knew exactly what was happening.
The producer looked resigned before Joe had even opened his mouth.
âWhat?â
Joe pointed.
The producer followed his gaze.
Luke was practically vibrating with excitement.
A tiny hand stretched toward the enclosure while he watched the dogs run around.
The producer sighed.
âGo ahead.â
Joe looked ridiculously pleased with himself.
You rolled your eyes from across the room as he immediately waved you over.
The gesture wasnât dramatic.
Wasnât attention-seeking.
It was simply Joe.
A silent little movement of his hand accompanied by a smile that made it very clear he wanted both of you closer.
The second you stepped around the cameras and toward the enclosure, several crew members instinctively shifted to make room. Before sitting down, however, you automatically adjusted Luke in your arms, turning him carefully so his back faced the nearest camera. It wasnât something you had to think about anymore. You and Joe had been doing it for so long that it had become second nature, a simple movement that allowed Luke to enjoy moments like these while still keeping parts of his life private.
Joe noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
Without interrupting the interview or drawing attention to it, he subtly shifted his own position as well, creating another barrier between Luke and the nearest camera angle. It happened so naturally that most people probably didnât even realize it, but you caught the movement and smiled softly to yourself.
Satisfied, you finally settled down on the floor near the group.
Lukeâs reaction was immediate.
The second he realized how close he was to the puppies, he froze completely.
For a moment, all he did was stare.
A tiny golden puppy happened to wander in your direction, stumbling over its own feet before reaching Lukeâs shoe.
The little boy gasped.
Not laughed.
Not smiled.
Gasped.
As though somebody had just introduced him to the greatest thing heâd ever seen.
The entire cast collectively melted.
âOh my God,â Natalia whispered.
Maya physically grabbed Joeâs arm.
âLook at him.â
Joe was already looking.
Heâd been looking.
He was probably going to continue looking for the next hour.
The puppy sniffed Lukeâs shoe.
Luke stared back.
Then, very carefully, he reached out one tiny hand and touched the dogâs head.
The smile that appeared on his face was instantaneous.
Joe looked seconds away from tears.
âBuddy.â
His voice came out far softer than intended.
Joe Quinn immediately turned toward him.
âOh, youâre done.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre done.â
Maya nodded.
âCompletely.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Nobody believed him.
Not even remotely.
The interview continued around them, questions being asked and answered while puppies wandered between everyoneâs legs, but every now and then another small moment would happen somewhere beside you and Luke that inevitably pulled everybodyâs attention away from whatever topic they were discussing.
Sometimes it was Luke giggling when a puppy licked his fingers.
Sometimes it was a dog falling asleep against your leg while he watched in amazement.
Sometimes it was simply the expression on his face whenever a new puppy approached him, as though every single one was somehow even more exciting than the last.
By the halfway point of the interview, half the room seemed just as invested in watching Luke as they were in answering questions.
The funniest part was that Luke had absolutely no idea.
As far as he was concerned, none of the cameras existed.
None of the cast existed.
None of the producers existed.
There were only puppies.
Every now and then he would lean back against your chest, letting out a sleepy little laugh while another dog wandered past, and every single time Joe happened to look over at exactly the wrong moment.
Or perhaps the right moment.
Because no matter how hard he tried to focus on the interview, his attention always drifted back.
Always.
The smile on his face never really disappeared either.
It remained there through every question, every joke and every story, growing especially obvious whenever Luke discovered something new. Natalia eventually caught him staring yet again during one of her answers and had to stop herself from laughing.
âYou are literally not listening.â
Joe blinked.
âWhat?â
The entire set erupted.
Even you laughed.
Because unfortunately for him, she was right.
Heâd been looking directly at Luke.
Again.
Joe Quinn dropped his head into his hands.
Maya looked delighted.
Joe looked completely unashamed.
And honestly?
Watching his one-year-old son discover puppies for the first time while sitting safely between you and a room full of friends was probably a lot more interesting than any interview question could ever be.
thank you so much for reading !! đśđ¤ this was honestly just an excuse for me to imagine joe being completely obsessed with his son for a few thousand words đ as always, requests are open and feel free to send me ideas !! love you guys <3
i think youâre whatâs wrong with me
steve harrington x dustinâs older sister
Summary: After a rocky relationship, Steve ends it with you in the middle of a stupid high school party. You still love him, possibly more than anything, but the glance you get before he leaves you in your bedroom might be the last you get. A drunk mess, your little brother Dustin knows you better than anyone.
Warnings: breakup, alcohol use, lots of angst, kind of toxic relationship, major emotional breakdown.
It didnât feel real at first, not when the words first left his mouth.
âMaybe weâre just not right for each other anymore.â
The two of you had been arguing about something or other, as you always were.
When two strong personalities like yours and Steveâs were put together, you could end up with disaster or a masterpiece, and in your case, you two switched between the options.
âWhat?â
You felt something large and heavy lodge itself in your throat, your skull suddenly on fire.
Music kept blasting from the speakers around you, drunk teenagers still dancing and talking as if your entire world wasnât crumbling right in front of you.
You could see in Steveâs face that he didnât mean it, you knew you could.
âWeâre fighting in the middle of a fucking party, is this not an obvious sign to you that weâre not right together?â Steveâs voice trembled, but his words werenât wrong.
Tears began to prick at your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away, determined not to cry in front of him.
âBut- but thatâs what we do, we- we fight. We fight and then we make up and then everything is perfect again.â
Your voice didnât sound like your own, it sounded small and weak and wrong.
You watched Steve look away from you, and you didnât need a mirror to know how hurt you probably looked in that moment.
âThatâs not healthy, y/n.â His voice softened, and when he looked back at you, his eyes had too.
âBut thatâs- thatâs us! I tell you when youâre being an arrogant son of a bitch and you tell me when Iâm being a pain in the ass! Thatâs what we do, thatâs how we work!â Your voice cracked on the last word, tears brimming over and you no longer cared that he was seeing it.
He didnât answer, just bringing his hand up to place it gently on your cheek.
You instinctively leaned your face into it, your eyes half-closed.
âYouâre drunk, y/n.â Steveâs voice carried through the music.
âI love you.â You said, your heart hammering against your ribs.
You were drunk, but the sentiment remained.
âItâs not right. Weâre not right. We hurt each other and we make each other sad, I donât want you to go through that anymore than I want to myself.â
You watched him through your blurring vision, your hands gripping the front of his shirt in desperation.
âSteve, please baby.â You whisper, the tears falling harder now.
âIâm gonna drive you home, okay?â
You felt hands leading you to the front door, two big, strong hands that youâd recognize no matter what.
âSteve.â You said his name again, like if you said it enough, heâd say it was all a prank and he still loved you.
You felt him push you into the passenger seat of his car, while he climbed into the drivers seat.
Just a couple hours ago, you were in these same seats, your lips connected and her fingers intertwined. You had been happy not so long ago, where did that go?
Your face felt incredibly hot, tears still falling as your forehead pressed against the cold window.
âSteve.â His name felt wrong, his name felt painful and sad and heavy, not like it should.
The drive was shorter than it should have been. You had silently wished it would be a forever drive, one that let Steve rethink his decision and tell you he was sorry, that he didnât mean it.
Your eyes opened when you felt Steve pulling you out of the car, and you looked right at his face.
For just a moment, you could have sworn you saw it, tear stains on his cheeks.
You squinted, trying to see if they were really there.
As if sensing your intentions, Steve quickly looked away, half carrying you to your bedroom window.
âHold on.â He whispered, sliding open your window.
He had done that so many times before, late nights where he missed you, ones that would lead to kisses in the dark and snuggles in your bed.
âDonât leave me.â Your voice was hoarse, thick with tears that had finally stopped falling, ready to continue soon enough.
Steve looked at you, his eyes softening, and you knew he almost considered it.
âI have to leave, baby, you know that.â His voice was barely audible.
You felt the tears threatening to spill over again.
âIâm gonna lift you through the window, okay?â
His words felt too casual for the emotion you were feeling.
You didnât fight him, but you didnât help him either.
You felt him pick you up off the ground and set you on the windowsill. He picked up your legs and swung them inside.
You slid onto the floor, turning around to look at him again.
âPlease.â
You couldnât say anything else.
You couldnât tell him how much you loved him, how the mere smell of him was enough to make you smile, how the time you first kissed was still the happiest youâd ever been, how you thought of him whenever you were apart from each other.
âGoodnight, y/n.â
âSteve.â Your voice sounded strained.
He slid the window down.
âSteve!â Your voice cracked, the tears spilling again, faster than before.
He turned around, walking back to his car.
It felt as though something was clawing out of your throat, you had never felt this awful before.
You were still on your knees, your hands going up to the windowsill as your head fell forward.
Sobs escaped your mouth, tearing through the otherwise silent night air.
You barely heard the knock on your bedroom door, only turning around when it swung open.
âHey, I heard you crying, is everything- y/n?â
You saw your little brother, Dustin, and watched the way his face fell when he saw you.
âHeâs gone, Dustin, heâs gone.â The words tumbled out of you between sobs, as you fell back into your windowsill, still sitting on the floor.
âHey, hey itâs okay, Iâm here.â
You felt his hand on your shoulder, and you let yourself fall backwards onto him.
âI messed it up, I messed it all up. Iâm such an idiot, I made him leave.â You couldnât stop yourself from saying these words, the thoughts getting jumbled up in the alcoholic mess in your brain.
âY/n, youâre drunk, okay? You need to go to bed.â Dustin said quietly, one hand rubbing circles on your back and the other attempting to push the hair out of your face.
You let him help you stand slowly, and guide you to your bed.
He slipped your heels off your feet, and covered you with your blankets.
Dustin made sure the blanket covered you all the way up to your chin, and he brushed your hair off your face.
He had turned to leave, but you quickly grabbed his wrist.
âStay?â You whispered, your eyes barely open.
Dustinâs heart melted on the spot, as he watched his big sister fall apart.
He nodded instantly, smiling sadly at you.
âAlways.â
He slipped under the covers next to you, looking at you now that you were face to face.
You had slept in these same positions about a hundred times, after every bad day and every nightmare.
Suddenly, you started to cry again. The tears falling silently, a sniffle slipping out too.
âHey, donât cry, youâre okay.â Dustin spoke softly, pulling his hand out from under the covers and gently wiping your face with his thumb, as you had done for him his whole life.
âI ruined it, I ruined everything. I couldnât just⌠let it go. I had to argue, I had to push back. I had to make him mad, and now heâs gone and itâs all my fault.â Your voice came out all wobbly, making Dustinâs heart break for you.
âYou two fight a lot, huh?â He asked gently.
You nodded.
âWe fight and then we make up. Thatâs what always happens.â
Dustin shrugged slightly, âMaybe youâll make up this time too.â
You shook your head immediately.
âHe meant it. He meant every word, and he was right. He was right and I hate it.â Your voice shook so violently, tears falling faster.
Dustin shushed you tenderly, brushing your hair off your face again and holding your hand. Your interlinked fingers rested on the bed between your faces.
He had watched his sister go through the highs and lows of her relationship with Steve, he was even there when they first started falling in love.
They didnât know it at the time, but Dustin did.
He knew as soon as Steve left the bus to beat up demodogs and you didnât hesitate to follow him.
He knew when Steve dropped him off at the Snowball and he caught him staring at you through the gymnasium doors where you were volunteering.
He knew when he watched you carefully clean up Steveâs cuts and bruises from his time spent underground with the Russians.
He knew when you were sent a vision from Vecna and Steve had almost cried at the thought of losing you.
And now, as he held you in your bed, he knew it was still there. It was bruised, it was bent, but it was there.
But after all the times youâd cried watching the phone, asking why he wouldnât call you after a fight, Dustin also knew that it wasnât good for you, at least not now.
The fate of the world was too much for some relationships to bear.
He had watched you slip in and out of happiness in accordance to your relationship status with Steve.
He knew all these things, and so did you.
Sometimes you wondered what was wrong with you, why you would become so dependent and hyper focused on Steve.
The realization hit you all at once.
Steve is whatâs wrong with me.
I KNEW YOU | steve harrington
Standing there in the light of the window Wearing that same smile Man, it's been a while But I knew it, I knew you
When your former childhood best friend climbs through your bedroom window with a bruised and battered face, you take care of him but you aren't quite sure if you can forgive him.
pairing: steve harrington x reader words: 6.4k contains: eventual fluff, angst, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, description of physical injuries from canon level violence, steve being a dick, elements of king!steve, mild bullying, mention of sex, unrequited (but not really unrequited) love, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: this was meant to be a blurb but i got into the story too much to keep it that way!
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You met Steve Harrington at five years oldâthe day that your family had moved to Hawkins. Elizabeth Harrington had knocked on your door with a plate full of freshly made brownies and a young boy with his arms wrapped tightly around his motherâs leg.
It took barely any time at all for you to be introduced to each other. Before you knew itâyour mom and his mom were letting you guys run riot while sipping on homemade lemonade in your backyard. His dad and your dad later became business partners. And you and Steve Harrington? Your lives intertwined and you became inseparable. He chased after the boys who pulled your pigtails in the park and you held his hand after the first time his dad had ever properly yelled at him. He was your best friend and you were his.
And somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with him. You hadnât planned on it, in fact, you had actively tried to stop yourself from developing any sort of feelings for your best friend. But it just sort ofâhappened. You constantly thought of excuses to go over to his house just to see him, you spent way too much time on baking his birthday cake and you had cried yourself to sleep after he had told you his first kiss had been Lucy Hayes behind the bike sheds.
You told yourself youâd get over it. That being best friends was enough.
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pairing: steve harrington x byers!reader
summary: request above! i combined these two asks<3
word count: 1.2k
content warnings: steve and jon hate each otherâwhat else is new?? banter, steve is annoying (fond), will is a cutie pie and a little shit, not proofread
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hii so like it starts where reader and joe are both in bed lying down and they kiss and reader gets caught off guard cus shes distracted by joeâs nose always bumping into hers and she loves it. But what she loves more is joeâs nose whenever he goes down on her
"Nose bumps & midnight pleasures"
ââË.â Joe Keery x reader ââË.â
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
summary: Lazy kisses in bed with Joe lead to nose bumps that distract and arouse you...
warnings: : Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk. 18+
You lie in the soft tangle of sheets, the room dimly lit by the warm glow of a single bedside lamp. The city hums faintly outside the window, but inside, it's just the two of you, JoeÂ
and you.Â
His long limbs are stretched out beside yours on the king sized bed, his body heat radiating through the thin fabric of his t-shirt and your oversized sleep shirt. You've been dating for months now, but nights like this still feel electric, like the first time every time. His dark hair is tousled from running his hands through it earlier during dinner, and those expressive brown eyes lock onto yours with that signature half smile that always makes your stomach flip.
Joe shifts closer, one arm sliding under your shoulders to pull you in.
 "Come here," he murmurs, his voice low and rough around the edges, the way it gets when he's relaxed and wanting.
 You turn toward him, your legs brushing against his under the covers, the mattress dips slightly as he leans in, and then his lips are on yours, soft at first, a gentle press that deepens quickly. His mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the mint toothpaste you both used after brushing your teeth together. You sigh into the kiss, your hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your palm.
But almost immediately, you're caught off guard; Joe's nose, prominent, perfectly imperfect, the one fans obsess over in every close up shot, bumps gently against yours.Â
It's not a hard clash, just a subtle nudge as he tilts his head for a better angle. You pull back a fraction, eyes fluttering open in surprise, a small laugh bubbling up in your throat. "Sorry," he whispers against your lips, grinning that boyish grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes. But you shake your head, pulling him back in.Â
You love it.
 The way his nose brushes yours again and again as the kiss intensifies, like an accidental caress that sends little sparks down your spine. It's so him, endearingly awkward in the best way, a reminder that this isn't some polished movie scene.Â
This is real, messy, intimate.
You deepen the kiss, your fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly. Joe's tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you open for him, melting as he explores your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
 Another bump of his nose, this time against your cheek as he angles deeper, and you can't help the soft moan that escapes you. He notices, of course he does, Joe always notices the little things. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through your joined mouths.
 "What?" he mumbles, breaking just enough to speak.
"Your nose," you admit breathlessly, your cheeks warming. "It keeps... bumping me. I love it."
His eyebrows lift in that playful, surprised way he has, like you've just handed him the best compliment in the world.
 "Yeah?" He nuzzles closer deliberately this time, letting the tip of his nose drag along the bridge of yours before capturing your lips again.
 The contact is firmer now, intentional, and it makes your pulse race. You press into him, bodies aligning side by side under the sheets, legs tangling, his hand slides down your side, fingers skimming over the curve of your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel him hardening against your thigh, the evidence of his arousal making heat pool low in your belly.
The kissing goes on like that for what feels like hours, lazy and heated all at once. Every tilt of his head brings another brush of his nose, sometimes grazing your upper lip, sometimes nudging your cheek. It's distracting in the most delicious way, pulling your focus from the slick slide of tongues to the unique texture of him. You love how it feels slightly cool at first compared to his warm mouth, then warms with shared breath. You love the way it makes the kiss imperfect, human, yours.Â
Joe seems to revel in it too, now that he knows. He experiments, rubbing his nose against yours between kisses, laughing softly when you shiver.
Eventually, his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, inching upward. Your breath hitches as his fingers find your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch.
 "God, you're so responsive," he whispers, voice husky, he kisses you harder, nose bumping insistently now, and you arch into him, craving more contact.
 The sheets rustle as you shift, rolling halfway onto your back. Joe follows, propping himself on one elbow, his body half covering yours without crushing you. His free hand continues its exploration, mapping the familiar curves of your body like he's memorizing them anew.
You tug at his t-shirt, impatient now
. "Off," you murmur between kisses, he obliges, sitting up briefly to yank it over his head, revealing the lean, toned torso you've traced with your fingers a hundred times.
 The sight of him makes your mouth water.
 He returns to you immediately, lips crashing back onto yours. Nose bump, heart skip. You smile into the kiss, and he feels it, smiling back.
His mouth trails lower after a while, leaving a path of wet kisses along your jaw, down your neck. You tilt your head, giving him access, and he sucks lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear, earning a gasp. His nose nuzzles there too, the combination of soft lips and firm nose tip driving you wild. Down further, he pushes your shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Cool air hits your skin, but his warmth chases it away as he lavishes attention on your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, while his nose presses into the soft flesh of the other.
 The dual sensation, wet heat and that perfect pressure, has you threading your fingers through his hair again, holding him close.
"Joe..."
 His name falls from your lips like a prayer and he hums in response, the vibration shooting straight to your core.
 You're already wet, aching for him, but he's taking his time, building it slow. His hands roam, one slipping between your thighs to tease at the edge of your panties. You buck against his fingers, seeking friction, but he pulls back with a teasing grin, nose brushing your sternum as he looks up at you.
"Not yet," he says, voice low. "I want to taste you first."
Your heart pounds as he kisses his way down your body, over your ribs, your stomach, lingering at your hips. He hooks his fingers into your panties and slides them down your legs, discarding them. You're bare to him now, and he settles between your thighs, broad shoulders spreading you open.Â
The anticipation coils tight in your belly.
 You've always loved this with Joe, the way he devours you like you're his favorite meal but tonight, your mind keeps drifting back to that nose of his.Â
The way it bumped during kisses. What it might feel like hereâŚ
Joe starts slow, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his breath hot against your skin. His hands hold your hips steady, thumbs stroking soothing circles. Then, finally, his mouth is on you.
 A long, flat lick from your entrance up to your clit has you moaning loudly, back arching off the bed. He groans at your taste, the sound muffled against you.
 "Fuck, you taste so good," he murmurs, the words sending vibrations through your folds.
And there it is, his nose.
 As he buries his face deeper, working his tongue in slow circles around your clit, the bridge of his nose presses firmly against your mound, nudging with every movement.
 It's perfect.Â
The slight pressure, the way it shifts as he eats you out, rubbing just right against your sensitive skin. You love the kisses, but thisâŚthis is something else entirely.Â
The nose that distracted you so sweetly during that makeout session is now an instrument of pure pleasure, grinding subtly against you as his tongue delves inside you, lapping at your wetness.
"Oh god, JoeâŚyour nose," you gasp, unable to hold back the words.Â
Your hands fist the sheets, then move to his hair, guiding him without forcing, he looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, lips glistening. That nose, slightly shiny now with your arousal, bumps against your clit as he pulls back to breathe, and the friction makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
"You like that?" he asks, voice thick, he does it again deliberately, rubbing the tip of his nose up and down your slit before flicking his tongue over your clit. "Tell me."
"I love it," you whimper, hips rolling against his face. "The way it feels...fuck, it's so good down here."
Joe's response is a deep, satisfied hum, then he dives back in with renewed vigor, nose pressing harder, sliding through your folds as his tongue fucks into you in rhythmic thrusts. The combination is overwhelming, It's like he's everywhere at once, consuming you.Â
You can feel the build up already, that tight coil winding faster than usual because of this new focus. His hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly for better access, and he buries himself deeper, nose nudging insistently, rubbing side to side in a way that has you crying out.
The room fills with the sounds of it; your ragged breaths, his muffled groans of enjoyment, the obscene wet noises of his mouth on you. Sweat beads on your skin as you writhe beneath him. He switches techniques, sucking your clit between his lips while his nose continues that perfect pressure lower down, then flattening his tongue and letting his nose take the lead on your most sensitive spot. Every bump, every glide of that feature against your pussy sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
"Joe, I'mâŚI'm close," you pant, thighs trembling around his head.Â
He doesn't let up, doubling down, his nose presses firmly against your clit now, rubbing in tight circles while his tongue laps at your entrance, pushing you right to the edge. You come hard, hips bucking wildly against his face, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as waves of ecstasy crash over you and he rides it out with you, nose and mouth working you through every pulse, drawing it out until you're shaking and oversensitive.
But Joe doesn't stop, he gentles his touch, licking you softly through the aftershocks, his nose still nuzzling gently, almost affectionately now.Â
"That's my girl," he whispers against your thigh, pressing a kiss there.
 His face is flushed, lips swollen, nose glistening. The sight of him like that makes fresh heat stir in you.
You tug him up, needing to kiss him, to taste yourself on his lips, he crawls up your body, and when your mouths meet, his nose bumps yours again. You laugh breathlessly into the kiss, still riding the high.
 "I love your nose so much," you confess between pecks. "In every way."
Joe grins, settling his weight on you carefully, his erection pressing hot and heavy against your stomach.Â
"Good because I love using it on you."
 He kisses you deeply, letting you taste the evidence of your orgasm, his hands roam again, reigniting the fire. You reach between you, wrapping your fingers around his cock, stroking him slowly. He's rock hard, leaking at the tip, and he groans into your mouth at your touch.
The night stretches on⌠and by the time exhaustion claims you both, the sheets are twisted and damp, the room smelling of sex and sweat.
 You're curled against his chest, his arm around you, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back, his nose nuzzles the top of your head, and you smile sleepily.
 "Best distraction ever," you murmur.
Joe chuckles, the sound rumbling under your ear.Â
"Anytime."
 He kisses your forehead, nose brushing your skin one last time. Sleep comes easy, wrapped in him, dreaming of more nights just like this.
Taglist: @watercolorskyy, @deviousfaye , @watercolorskyy , @l33nlikeacholo @ophirei @leahfaith @bluehexagon8 @unclejeezysblog@sweatydjoshoes
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[â] Step 1: Take Refuge In Your Bed
[â] Step 2: Cry Til The Tears Stop
(This Will Take A Few Days)
[â] Step 3: Don't Listen To Slow Songs
[â] Step 4: Delete Their Number
(Even Though It Is Memorized On Your Fingerprints)
[â] Step 5: Don't Look At Old Photos
[â] Step 6: Find The Closest Ice Cream Shop
[â] Step 7: Buy New Bedsheets
[â] Step 8: Drop It Off At A Donation Center
[â] Step 9: Plan A Trip
[â] Step 10: The Art Of Smiling And Nodding
[â] Step 11: Start A New Project
[â] Step 12: Whatever You Do Do Not Call
[â] Step 13: Do Not Beg For What Does Not Want To Stay
[â] Step 14: Stop Crying At Some Point
[â] Step 15: Allow Yourself To Feel Foolish
[â] Step 16: Breathe
back in my body (steve harrington x fem!reader)
Summary: You are not comfortable in your body, and you are not comfortable with sex. But at least you have your crush good friend Steve Harrington by your side.
Word Count: ~13k
Warnings: 18+ please MDNI!!!! language; frank discussions of sex & anatomy; body insecurity, and underage drinking; reader has a debilitating fear of sex and intimacy and is simultaneously touch-starved and touch-averse; mentions of masturbation; making out; there is a smut-adjacent scene at the end [dry humping] but I don't even know if it's enough to call it "explicit." I was going to write more and then got too stressed to, so the actual smut is fade-to-black. Sorry y'all lol
a/n: I hope this is relatable to someone out there. I hope it makes them feel less alone. Tagging my usual tag list and a few mutuals who may be interested (but no worries if not, this is different than my usual fare): @aloneinthehellfire @starry-eyed-steve @scaredofbeingbasic @roanofarcc @thecreelhouse @curiositydooropened
Also ty @tinfoileddd and @stevebabey for encouraging me to still write and post this when I wasn't sure about it!! I appreciate it tenfold!!!
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You have never felt all that comfortable in your body.
You donât hate it, but you donât love it. Seeing yourself in the mirror is like seeing a loose acquaintance and having to force yourself to be polite: Oh, you again. Hey. Howâs it going?
Youâre also not all that comfortable with sex. Or the idea of it, because youâve never had it. Your best friend, Heather Holloway, lost her virginity at a house party at 16, probably at the exact same moment you feigned a stomachache to get out of playing 7 Minutes in Heaven.
pluto and its sun | steve harrington part one: the perpetual orbit
pairing: steve harrington x reader word count: 15.6k warnings: cursing and using alcohol as a coping mechanism includes: heavy angst, self sabotaging!reader, yearner!steve, yearner!reader, eventual second chance romance, friends to lovers to exes to lovers, the world's most depressing wedding, maxsteve sibling moment for those who care. summary: all you've ever known how to do is orbit steve harrington. all he's ever known is to love you. eventually hundreds of miles separate the two of you and yet your orbit never faulters. but a wedding and a flask filled with whiskey just might be the two things that implode your sun. loosely based off of the song 'parachute' by hayley williams a/n: okay this was originally supposed to be one big one shot... but i decided to split it into two. this is depressing so sorry in advance. also shoutout to my wonderful lid!! @tinfoileddd for helping me with the title and letting me brainstorm ideas with her <3 i hope you all enjoy!
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There was a time in your life where the center of your universe was a five foot eleven hazel eyed boy from Hawkins. In the beginning you two were just kids who grew up in the same circles. Which meant you had mutual friends, were in the same homecoming group, and even sat at the same lunch table sometimes, but all of that meant nothing when Steve Harrington was the Sun and you were Pluto.
whoâs gonna drive you home tonight? - steve harrington
frat! steve harrington x sorority girl! reader
part one of ???
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summary:
youâve hated steve harrington since the day you met him. unfortunately for you, your sorority and his frat go hand in hand, and you canât escape him. he gets no greater joy in life than to piss you off. when a frat party like any other turns into something heated with the guy you hate more than anyone else, neither of you are sure how to deal with it.
warnings:
smut (18+), protected p in v, dubcon? (theyâre both high), oral sex (f receiving), thigh riding, fingering, messy, rough sex, big dick steve, mention of masturbation (m and f), drinking, drug use (weed), pervy comments, steve is actually insufferable at first
word count: 17.5k words
a/n:
there is soooo much left of this fic, i have the whole thing outlined and iâm so excited! it will def be 4+ parts but i really wanted to share the beginning with you and hopefully it will motivate me to finish it soon đ i really hope you like it!!
absolutely not
Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: Steve insists he does NOT want a cat. Steve is later discovered asleep holding the cat like a baby.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, cat adoption, domestic intimacy, steve harrington vs his own feelings, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)
W/C: 1k
Read more of my writing here: [masterlist]
The first time you suggest getting a cat, Steve reacts like you've brought a live grenade into the apartment.
"No."
You glance up from the leaflet in your hands.
"No?"
"No."
"That's your entire argument?"
"Yes."
Steve doesn't even look away from the basketball game he's pretending to watch.
"A cat is a terrible idea."
Helping Hand
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader summary: after a long dry spell, you really needed to get off. after a failed date, your co-worker and crush, Steve Harrington, is at the other end of the phone to lend you a helping hand. wc: 7k warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), phone sex, mutual masturbation (f & m), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation
August, 1987
âSorry, Steve. Iâm confused, I donât think I really understand what youâre actually saying right now.â You spoke through a short laugh as you sat perched up on the counter in Family Video, your legs dangling below you as you looked over at your co-worker, Steve Harrington, who was standing opposite you with his arms crossed over his striped polo shirt and obnoxiously green vest.Â
âWhat is there to not understand about what Iâm saying?â He questioned through a laugh, his eyebrows furrowing gently at you as his body shuffled against the other side of the counter.Â
You took a sip from your straw, slurping down a few sips from your can of Coke before settling it on your knee. âYouâre saying you went out with Krista last night, she was funny, smart, cute and a good kisser â but youâre not calling her again?âÂ
Steveâs eyes looked you over once more, his arms across his chest tightening slightly causing the muscles hiding underneath his t-shirt to stretch beneath them even more before he spoke again. âSheâs nice but just â not what Iâm looking for right now.âÂ
As you went to respond, the bell from above the door pierced through the quiet of the store. You were quick to jump down from the counter, putting on your best customer service voice that Steve definitely teased you for, and snap back into character. You missed the way Steveâs eyes did one over on you when you turned around, how his eyes caught on the round of your ass when you bent forward slightly to help the customer.Â
Steve wasnât someone who you really knew in high school. You knew of him, of course, but your social circles never really mixed, which you were totally fine with. Whilst he was happy being King Steve and dating Nancy Wheeler, you were happy on the other side of the kingdom with your few friends and your nose deep in a book.Â
Robin Buckley, however, had been your best friend since before preschool. Your mothers had been best friends, so naturally the two of you were quick to follow. Steve wasnât really a character in your life until Robin started working at Scoops Ahoy with him at the mall, and while you never admitted it to her, you always kind of had a crush on him.Â
How could you not when heâd wear those awfully short, awfully unforgiving shorts in gym class? Or when youâd go to visit Robin at work and heâd be in that stupidly cute sailors uniform, and his lips would look so stupidly glossy and soft. You asked Robin once if heâd been using her chapstick to which she quickly denied, but you always wondered.Â
Naturally, after the Starcourt Mall fire you recommended Robin for the job at Family Video, where youâd already been working for almost a year, she was quick to bring Steve in tow behind her and your performance at work was quick to begin slipping.Â
You went from being Keithâs star employee to messing up orders and forgetting to wind tapes because you couldnât stop staring at stupid Steve Harrington and his stupidly perfect hair. The way the God awful green vest fit him didnât help much either, especially when heâd pull the collar of his shirt out over it and you could get a look at all his beautiful freckles that kissed his skin if you angled yourself correctly.Â
Working within a close proximity to Steve was hard at first, but eventually he actually became a friend of yours, which left you feeling incredibly guilty whenever youâd stare at his ass in those perfectly tight jeans for too long, or when youâd purposely ask for help with something in the storage room just so you could watch him stretch up and flex his gorgeously toned arms.Â
When you decided that Steve was and would always be just a friend, you needed to kick yourself into gear. So, to distract yourself you started going on dates. A lot of them.Â
You werenât really one to date around in high school, you had one boyfriend in your senior year but that only lasted about a week or two into him being at college. Now, you were seeing someone new every week, which mostly just ended in making out in his car or hugging him goodbye at the restaurant, anything to get your mind off of Steve.Â
The two of you were always very open about your conquests, heâd easily get the number of some beautiful girl who came in looking for a movie, and leave with plans for later that night. And the next morning, heâd always come in and tell you every sordid detail of the night before. You didnât mind, actually, as it gave you fuel to add to the fire when youâd get home that night and inevitably find yourself thinking about Steve before you fell asleep.Â
You also told Steve every detail of your dates. How heâd not shut up about his ex for the entire dinner, or another fell asleep on you during a movie and drooled all over your shoulder. Although, you werenât so explicit in telling Steve the dirty details, as most of the time theyâd result in you having to fake your orgasm and retreat home with your tail between your legs.Â
If you sat there and shut your eyes, and really thought about it, you couldnât remember the last time that you came, whether that was with someone else, or even by yourself. And from no lack of trying, you had been desperately trying.Â
In the shower, right before you fall asleep, right when you wake up, in the middle of the night when you canât sleep, even once in the break room after youâd slipped over a pile of DVDâs that Robin had left in the middle of the aisle and Steve was quick to catch you before you face planted. You could feel your skin burn through your clothes where his hands had grabbed you too tightly, but even then, nothing.Â
So now, you were feeling frustrated and rightfully so. You had a date tomorrow night with Ethan, a guy you met at the bar last weekend when you went out for drinks with Robin. He was tall, handsome and had big hands that you noticed when heâd handed you your glass of wine.Â
âAre you excited for your date tomorrow?â Steve asked you gently. You were pushing the cart around the store, placing rentals back in their home when Steve had appeared behind you, leaning his hands against the cart in an attempt to look casual.Â
Your eyes met his as he spoke, but you were quick to look away before you admitted how excited you were to hopefully fucking finish. âOh yeah, of course,â You cleared your throat before walking backwards down the aisle, the cart and Steve following behind you. âAre you doing anything tomorrow?â
âIâm working the early shift tomorrow, so maybe Iâll give Stacey a call when Iâm done.â You glanced over at him and he was flashing you a small smirk that you knew all too well. A small laugh fell past your lips as you threw the tape in your hands across the cart at him as you shook your head.Â
âYouâre such an ass.â You murmured softly, burying your chin in your chest to concentrate on what you were doing so you didnât have to look at him for any longer.Â
Youâd managed to stifle down your crush on Steve now that you guys were actually friends, but the more sexually frustrated you became, the harder it was to be around him. Especially when he wore that annoyingly stupid smirk and practiced pick up lines on you in preparation for the next girl walking in.Â
You felt Steve watching you for a moment as you finished the small stack in front of you, catching his eye as you began pulling the cart back to the front of the store. He was quick to follow, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck gently as he spoke.Â
âYou sure youâre not nervous about tomorrow?â He asked, taking charge to move to the last pile of rentals and place them on the top of the cart in front of you.Â
âWhat? YâYeah, why would I be nervous?â You scoffed gently, nodding a small thanks before taking off quickly in the opposite direction to deposit the movies back in place. You heard a small tut from behind you, and when you stopped to continue your work, you felt the warm presence behind you.Â
Steve was standing close enough that you could almost feel the curve of him against your back, the warmth of his breath against your skin and the smell of his cologne swirling through the air until it filled your nose generously. He leant around you to grab a rental, as if him standing this close to you was normal.Â
âYouâre quieter than normal, by now youâd be asking me what kind of shoes you should wear or something.â He moved from behind you to stand next to you so he could read your face, his eyes taking in each microexpression. Like the way your eyebrows scrunched slightly, the way your lip twitched as if it wanted to bite back and argue his words, but you were stopping him.Â
Instead, you let out a short breath and shook your head softly. âIâm not nervous, Steve, Iâm absolutely fine. I actually already have my outfit and my shoes picked out, so.â You flashed him a small smile, to which he returned you his own.Â
His hands lifted slightly in defeat, taking a few steps backwards down the aisle to retreat back to behind the counter. âAlright, alright. But if you change your mind, you can just call me.â He tipped his head toward you slightly before disappearing behind the display, and only when he was out of sight could you let out the breath youâd been holding since he appeared.Â
The rest of the day passed by quickly, Steve didnât bring up your supposed nerves again, which you were quietly thankful for. The two of you spoke about almost anything else, him gaging your opinion on what you think he should say when he calls Stacey tomorrow night, the two of you arguing about which movie the two of you and Robin would be watching on your next movie night. Â
Like usual, Steve dropped you home after work, over his dead body would he ever let you walk home on your own. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the stereo hummed gently between you, until you noticed out of the corner of your eye his shifting in his seat and small glances over at you before you caved in.Â
âAre you okay?â Your voice spoke, your head leaning against the headrest behind you as the corner of your lips unable to stop the small twitch into a smile as you took in his slightly flustered expression.Â
âWhâ Me? Yeah, Iâm fine,â He looked out of his window briefly before turning his head to look over his arm, his eyes meeting yours. âAre you okay?â
Your eyes trailed over his throat, how it bobbed when he swallowed and how his freckles moved against his skin with each tense of his jaw. You took in the curve of his neck, how the button of his polo shirt had popped open throughout the day and you had a perfect view of the small stretch of hair that appeared above the fabric. Your eyes trailed along his veiny arms until they reached his large hands, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel. You imagined dragging your tongue up them, taking a digit between your lips before wrapping your hands around his wrist and shoving them down âÂ
âHello?â He called out, your eyes quickly cutting back to his. Heat flushed your cheeks as your attention drew to the car pulling stop, thanking God that you were pulling up outside your house. You bent down to the foot of the car to grab your bag, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt as you flashed him a smile.Â
âTâThanks for the ride, Iâll see you on Sunday for movie night?â Before he had a chance to respond, you were already out of the car and slamming the door shut behind you.Â
God, you were literally gawking at him. You may as well have been a cartoon looking at a pie through a store window. Your palm hit your forehead gently as you swore at yourself under your breath, until you heard your name being called out from behind you.Â
You turned over your shoulder to see Steve leaning over the console, motioning for you to come back to the car. You cursed under your breath with every step you took closer. Youâd spent so long hiding your stupid crush, you didnât want to ruin your friendship.Â
Your hand placed on the hood of the car as you tilted your head down to peek at him through the cracked window, âYeah?â Your voice came out almost shakily, but your eyes on him were steady as he wore a warm smile across his lips.Â
âI just wanted to say good luck tomorrow night, on your date,â He said, slowly settling back into the driver's seat. He turned the key and the engine roared awake once again, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke softly. âAnd if you really want to wow him, wear that white skirt that you wore to the bar on Robâs birthday. If he sees you in that, he wonât be able to resist.âÂ
You pursed your lips slightly at his words, the heat that had risen to your skin when you thought heâd caught you staring at him now directed straight to your core. You cleared your throat gently, plastering on a smile as you nodded. âWhite skirt, got it. Thanks, Steve.â Your hand patted the roof gently as you straightened and made your way back up the path toward the front door.Â
As you reached the steps, you turned over your shoulder to see Steve still sat in his car watching you. You offered him a small wave before digging your key out of the front pocket of your bag, quickly slipping yourself into the solemnity of your house as you let out a long, long exhale.Â
You had quite the ritual for the hours leading up to your dates. Youâd wake up and enjoy a nice cup of coffee on your back porch, letting the bright summer sun wake you up before heading back inside to make some cereal. If you didnât have work that day, maybe youâd do some reading or go on a walk to take up a chunk of time. After some lunch and more reading, you hopped into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin with your favourite vanilla scented body wash.Â
You did have your outfit already chosen out, but you hadnât been able to stop thinking about what Steve said about your white skirt.Â
If he sees you in that, he wonât be able to resist.
Thinking back to that night, Steve had been like a parrot on your shoulder, but you just put that to the fruity cocktails you were buying for yourself but Steve would be finishing as he said they were much nicer than his beer.Â
You pulled on the white skirt, which was probably a bit too short for a first date, but you figured with your dry spell you needed all of the confidence you could get. You paired it with a pale yellow fitted blouse, the fabric cinching at the waist and the short sleeves slightly bubbled.Â
The clock was ticking under your gaze as you watched it tick minute by minute, until it finally reached eight oâclock. You grabbed your handbag that was sitting on the sofa, the heels on your shoes clicking against your floorboards as you rushed to the window at the front of your house, pushing the curtain back to watch out for Ethan's car.
Tick, tick, tick. Youâd moved from your position at the window to slump on the sofa, it was way past eight oâclock now and you were growing tired of waiting. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a car pulling up outside of your house, and a horn honking to go along with it.Â
You peered out the window again to see Ethan in the same position Steve was in yesterday, rolling the window down and leaning over the centre console to catch your attention with a wave. You glanced over at the clock, reading nine.Â
In any other circumstance, you wouldâve turned off your porch lights for the night and retreated back to your room, let him sit there and think about what heâs done. But on the other hand, you really, really needed to get off. Surely giving you an orgasm at the end of the night after a nice dinner could make up for being an hour late to your date?Â
As your heels clicked down your path towards his car, you could feel the heat within you rising. Something about the anticipation of knowing you were finally going to be fucked, or maybe it was the high heels carrying you toward the car making you feel hot and bothered. Or maybe, it was the idea that the skirt that you were wearing made you irresistible, to none other than Steve Harrington.Â
Ethan pushed open the passenger door as you got closer, flashing him a warm smile as you slipped into the seat next to him. âIâm so sorry that Iâm late, babe. Work was hell today,â He watched you closely as you settled into the seat, pulling the seatbelt over you as you looked over at him. âBut you look hot. That skirt, damn.â
You crossed your leg over the other, brushing the hem of your skirt down gently before catching his eye. Ethan was attractive, he was tall and muscular, his hair was light as it curled over his eyes, you figured heâd do for tonight. âDonât worry about it, are you sure weâre gonna make dinner, though? Itâs kinda late.â Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at him as he took off down your street.Â
âYeah, we definitely missed the reservation,â He laughed gently at himself before leaning his hand over the console, resting his palm against your knee as his voice deepened. âI figured, we could just go back to mine?â
âYours?â You glanced down at his cold hand warming up your knee as it rubbed against your skin gently, looking back up at him with a tight smile. âYeah, yeah. I guess thatâs fine.â
He flashed you a wide grin, his grip tightening on you as he began the drive over to his place. Your eyes fluttered shut gently, taking in a sharp breath to steady your nerves. You figured youâd go back to Ethanâs, maybe share a bottle of wine and talk for a bit before you finally could let go.Â
But the dull throb between your legs was telling you that you couldnât wait that long. You needed something, just one kiss. So you were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt as your palm wrapped around his forearm gently as you looked over at him, your fingertips trailing up his arm until it landed firmly on his shoulder. Your body adjusted slightly in your seat, pulling yourself closer so your lips could brush against Ethanâs neck.Â
âHm, eager, are we?â He mumbled as his hand inched down your thigh slowly, you let out a breathy laugh against his skin with a small nod. Your lips pressed wet kisses to his skin, your hips already trying to rut against his hand that was nowhere near you yet, desperate for some attention.Â
Ethan rounded a corner, pulling to a quick stop on a quiet street. You pulled your lips away slowly as he put the car in park, your hand coming up to rub across his chest slowly as you ducked your head back down to the skin beneath his ear. âYou okay, babe? Whyâd you stop?âÂ
His hand was quick to grab your waist as his other hand held the back of your neck, guiding you up to his lips to capture you in a sloppy kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, your teeth clacking as he licked desperately into your mouth. Your fingers bunched the fabric at his chest before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling them down to his crotch.Â
You pulled your lips back slightly to look down at your hand, you could feel him hardening against your palm in his jeans. He rubbed the back of your hand gently as he spoke, dipping his head to catch his lips against yours as he mumbled against your lips. âYouâre just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darrenâs in twenty minutes.â
Your body froze against his, you pulled your lips back from his as your eyes looked into his. A small, surprised last fell past your lips as you squinted your eyes at him. âIâm sorry?âÂ
Ethan let out a small groan, adjusting his hips as you pulled your hand away. âOh, donât be like that. You knew what this was, câmon.â He dragged out his last word as he motioned down to his hardening cock, your lips were parted in horror as you looked over at him.Â
âI knew what this was? You thought all Iâm good for is quickly sucking you off before you go to your friends house?â You let out a pained laugh as you shook your head, pulling yourself away from him and grabbing your handbag that had fallen to the foot of the car. âYouâre an asshole, Ethan. Youâre an hour late to our date, and think Iâm just gonna drop to my knees? Fuck you.âÂ
You let yourself out of the car, slamming the door behind you to cut off his arguing. You steamed down the sidewalk, ignoring the sound of Ethan calling your name from behind you and the sound of him speeding off into the night.Â
You could practically feel the steam pouring from your ears as you walked home. Sure, all you were expecting from Ethan was some nice conversation and a good fuck but his proposition of you sorting him out then dropping you home was where you drew the line. The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you felt yourself becoming.Â
The front door to your house slammed behind you as you kicked off your heels and kicked them across your living room, your breath huffing and puffing as you stormed through the house toward your bedroom. You sat on the edge of your bed, leaning over to grab the phone from your nightstand and quickly punching in Steveâs phone number, before you could stop yourself.Â
The phone rang twice before it clicked, a familiar voice crackling through the other end of the phone. âHello?â
âSteve? Hi, itâs me. Iâm so sorry for calling so late,â Your eyes fluttered shut as your palm pressed against your eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration at the events of the last half an hour. âMy date was fucking shock horror and IââÂ
You paused for a moment when you remembered Steve telling you at work yesterday that he was going to call Stacey tonight. A familiar knot tightened in your chest at the thought of her being on the other end of the phone, with Steve.Â
âOh God, Iâm so sorry. Iâll leave you and Stacey to â Iâll call you tomorrow. Iâm sorry.â You pulled the phone away from your ear but you heard his voice calling your name echoing into the air. Hesitantly, you pulled the phone back to your ear.Â
âHey, donât apologise. I didnât call Stacey, Iâm all alone. Whatâs up, what happened?â Your stomach settled knowing he was alone, and you let out a content sigh at the familiar comfort of his voice.Â
âHe was an hour late picking me up, just pulled up and honked his horn at me and then said we could just go back to his place which I was fine with âcause I just wanted to â Whatever. Then, he had his hand on my leg, and I started kissing him and he pulled over the car, and said to me, and I quote â Youâre just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darrenâs in twenty minutes.â
You had to pause to catch your breath after your rambling, inhaling a short breath before continuing. âI thought, what a fucking prick. Like, yeah okay, I wanted to sleep with him but only because I havenât had an orgasm in like, eight months. But it was everything else, like him being an hour late and then assuming that Iâm just going toââ
âWait, wait, hold on,â Steveâs breathy voice called down the phone, causing you to pause and think about the words that youâd just let spill.Â
âShit. Okay, I didnât mean to say all that. You know what, just forget that I calledââ You murmured gently as your face screwed up into the palm of your hand, silently cursing yourself for telling Steve, your friend, that you havenât come in eight months.
âGod, Ethan is a fucking asshole. An hour late is crazy, his first mistake was not coming to the door to get you. You know, Iâll have words with him if â if you want. He canât disrespect you like that, no matter what was going to happen, he canât just assume shit.â Steve said, his words settling your nerves gently as you nodded along as he spoke.Â
âYeah, he is a fucking asshole.â You murmured gently, taking a deep breath as you pulled your hand from your face, looking down to your lap at your fingers numbly toying with the frilled hem of your skirt.Â
There was a short silence between you when Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone before speaking. âSo, eight months, huh?â
A small laugh stifled past your lips as you let yourself fall back onto your mattress, a loud sigh falling past your lips as your head lulled to the side. âYeah, itâs been a while, I guess.âÂ
Steve huffed through the phone gently, racking his brain over the stories of dates youâd told him about recently. âBut what about Matt? You saw him a few times, he couldnâtââ
âNope.â You popped the p gently as your head settled against your comforter, your knee swaying against the bed slightly.
âHave you tried touching yourself?â His voice was hoarse through the phone, almost careful. A rush of heat surged from the receiver through your hand and straight between your legs, a soft sigh escaping at his question.Â
âWâWhat?â You almost laughed out, your eyes darting across your ceiling as your knees pressed together, your body suddenly feeling awfully aware of what you were talking to Steve about.Â
âI said, have you tried touching yourself?â His words were more confident now, slightly more stern as they hit your ear.Â
âWell, yeah. But it still hasnât worked.â Your voice was a mere whisper as it escaped your lips, your mouth running dry slightly as your tongue ran over your lips in an attempt to wet them. Your breath was picking up, heaving slightly under your shirt as you spoke.
âWell, what do you do? When youâre touching yourself, tell me what you do.â He spoke easily like this was just a normal conversation between you, like this was something you discussed at work regularly.
Your breath caught in your throat, holding the phone closer to your ear if even possible as you whispered through it. âSteveââ
He was quick to cut you off, his voice laced with concern. âYou donât have to, if youâre uncomfortable we can forget all about this and go back to bitching about Ethan. But, it might help you to talk it out.âÂ
You contemplated his offer for a moment, before taking in a sharp breath. The throb between your legs was now loud enough to start ringing through your ears, the hairs on your arm prickling at the prospect of Steve thinking about you touching yourself.Â
âWell, IâI usually start at my breasts, then Iâll take my hand andââ Your words got lost on the tip of your tongue, suddenly unable to even remember what you did the last time you were doing this.Â
âWhat are you wearing, baby? Did you put that pretty little skirt on?â Steveâs voice poured through the phone like honey, his deep voice calling you that pet name caused your breath to catch in your throat.Â
âYeah, the skirt and a yellow blouse.â You whispered softly, you glanced down at your hand that was now subconsciously rubbing across your stomach, your cold fingertips dipping underneath the fabric of your shirt.
âI bet you look fucking gorgeous, honey. I want you to take your hand and rub it across your chest, slowly. Take your time, baby.â He returned, and you nodded gently even though he couldnât see you.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut as you pulled your hand from underneath the hem of your shirt and slowly brought it up to your breast. Your finger cupping yourself before slipping across and touching the other, you watched as your nipples hardened through your shirt. A small, breathy moan passing your lips as your fingertips catch them.Â
âGood girl,â Steve preened through the phone, causing another pretty sound to pass your lips. You started pawing at your breasts over your shirt, your back arching against yourself as Steve spoke down the phone again. âDoes that feel good, baby?â
âYeah,â You breathed out, your fingers shakily unbuttoning the top two buttons of your shirt. You could feel all the heat pooling between your legs, your thighs clenching together in an attempt to soothe the need. âFeels real good.â
âTake off your shirt.â Steve ordered. Your hand paused on your breast for a moment before you continued unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, pulling the phone away from your ear for a moment to pull it off of your arm and discard the shirt on the other side of your bed. âAre you wearing anything underneath, honey?â
Your hand was quick to return to your chest at his words, looking down at your pink laced bra that was holding your breasts in place. Your fingers toyed at your hardened nipple, your teeth sinking into your lower lip before you spoke hoarsely. âI got a pink lacy bra on,â You swallowed thickly, a wave of bravery overtaking you before you continued. âThey match my panties.âÂ
You heard Steve groan through the phone, causing your hand to move over to your other breast that was in need of your attention. âFuck, I bet you look so beautiful right now,â He breathed down the phone, âCan you take your bra off for me, baby?â
As soon as his words hit your ear, you lifted yourself up slightly to wrap your hand around your back to unclasp the bra. You pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere across the room before you slowly settled back on the bed. âItâs off.âÂ
âGood. Now, I want you to put two of your fingers in your pretty little mouth, and suck on them. Can you do that for me, honey?â Steveâs own breath was hitching in his throat, your fingers were happily between your lips before he could even finish his sentence.Â
The sound of you sucking on your fingers was filling up your room and Steveâs end of the phone, you let out a small moan around them as you pressed down on your tongue. You pull them out of your mouth, watching a connection of saliva follow them before putting the tips of them back between your lips.Â
âFuck. Play with your nipples now, baby. Make them all wet, pretend itâs my tongue.â With each sentence that Steve said, his voice became even more breathier. The thoughts of what he could be doing on the other end of the phone were too much for you to even think of right now.
You pulled your fingers from your lips with a small pop and ran them over your stiffened nipple. A loud moan fell past your lips, your head dipping back into the mattress as you twisted it between your fingers. You hummed as you sucked on your fingers again before moving onto the other one. âFeels so good, Steve.âÂ
âYeah? I bet it does, baby. Imagine itâs me on your chest, taking your nipple in my mouth. Kissing all over your chest, playing with them til youâre begging me to stop. I bet theyâre so hard right now, hm?â Your motions faltered slightly at the thought of Steve latched onto your chest, nodding gently as you continued to rub your fingers between them.Â
âTâThey are, Steve. Fuck.â You were palming your breasts now, your hips grinding against nothing as you were growing more desperate with each word he fed you down the phone.Â
Steve stifled out a slight groan, âCan you take that pretty skirt off for me, baby?âÂ
Your hand flew down to the hem of your skirt, lifting up your hips to pull it off of you. Your chest was heaving as you watched it fly across the room, your fingertips grazing the hem of your panties as you breathed down the phone. âItâs off.âÂ
Steve grunted softly, you took a moment to listen and you swore you could hear shuffling through the phone. The heavy breaths hitting your ear was a tell tale sign that Steve was touching himself right now, and the thought alone was enough to set you off.Â
âWâWhat are you wearing right now?â You whispered softly into the phone, your eyes shutting happily as your hand returned up to your breast as you thought about Steve with cock in his hand, getting off to the thought of you sucking on your fingers.Â
âWhat am I wearing right now?â He asked, almost thrown off by your question. He cleared his throat gently, and you heard him adjusting on the phone before answering. âJust my pyjama pants, baby.â
A small whine left your lips as you pinched your nipple between your fingers, thinking about Steve in the low light of his bedroom. Holding his phone to his ear whilst his other hand ran through the hair across his chest, travelling down his happy trail and disappearing into his pyjamas.Â
âAre you getting wet? Thinking about me with my mouth all over you? Touch yourself, and tell me.â His breath was heavy as he spoke, his hoarse tone crackling through the phone.Â
Your hand slipped from your chest down your body slowly, your fingernails dragging along your sternum and your stomach until it found the hem of your underwear. Your knees fell apart instantly, your hand dipping between your legs as your fingertips found the dampened spot on your panties.Â
A small gasp left your lips, âFuck,â You managed. Steve let out an encouraging grunt at the sounds you were making, you swallowed down another moan as your fingers explored your core over your panties. Looking down between your legs, you looked at the glisten over your fingers before mumbling down the phone. âIâm soaked, right through my panties.âÂ
âOh, fuck,â You heard Steveâs head thump back against his headboard, and the stifled sound of his hand shuffling underneath his duvet. âYouâre so fucking hot, baby. Youâre so beautiful. Take your panties off for me, please.âÂ
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of your underwear, quickly pulling them down to your ankles and kicking them to the floor. Your pussy was throbbing, desperately aching for your own touch as your hands rubbed over your thighs and your lower stomach, your voice whispering through the phone. âTell me what to do, Steve, please.âÂ
âGod, youâre killing me,â He moaned through the phone, the sounds of his hand wrapped around his cock were much clearer now as the faint sound of slapping skin filled your ear. âI want you to take your finger and touch yourself. Slowly, start at the bottom and work your way up. I want to hear you.âÂ
Your hand slipped from your stomach between your legs, a moan instantly falling from your mouth as your middle finger dipped between your lips. Dipping against your entrance before dragging it up your slit, letting out a loud whine as you reached your clit. You were quick to start rubbing small circles against it, your back arching against your mattress. âHoly shit. It feels so good, Steve.âÂ
âYeah? You sound so good, baby, I bet you taste so good.â He hummed gently, his own groans spilling against your ear as you copied his instructions a few times. Taking it slow, savouring the teasing sensation of letting yourself have just a little bit but not enough. âTaste yourself.âÂ
A whimper escaped at his request, pulling your hand up from between your legs and slipping it past your lips. You moaned around your fingers at the sensation, quick to return your wet fingers back to your pussy. Two of your fingers pressed at your entrance as your head rolled around your shoulders, âFuck, Steve.â
âGo on, baby. Fuck that pretty little pussy, let me hear you.â With his permission, you pushed your fingers into yourself with a loud whine. Your hips lifted to meet your fingers as they curled inside of you, the palm of your hand hitting your clit with each pull and push into yourself.Â
You tilted your head to the side, holding the phone steadily to your shoulder so you could slip your other hand to your chest. Your legs spread open even wider as you slipped your fingers out to rub tight circles against your clit, you could feel the pressure building tightly in your stomach. âIâI think Iâm close, Steve.âÂ
âYeah? I bet you are, baby. I bet youâre curling those fingers in that tight little pussy just imagining itâs my cock, huh? Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â He spat out, you could only whine in response as your fingers dipped back inside yourself. Copying his words, you curled your fingers inside of you as your spare hand found your clit, showing it no mercy as your stomach coiled.Â
âListen to you, honey. I can hear how wet you are down the phone, I bet youâre gushing around those fingers for me, arenât you? Do you wanna come for me? Go on, be a good girl and come for me.â Steveâs filthy words were bringing you closer and closer to the finish line, you could feel your walls tightening around your fingers as you picked up the speed of them.Â
âOh my god, Steve â Fuck, Iâm so close.â You whined down the phone, trying to fit your fingers as deep as you possibly could, your hips rolling up into yourself as your thighs tightened around your hands.
âGo on, pretty girl, come for me. Come all over your fingers, you deserve it. Such a good girl for me, hm? Imagine youâre coming all over my cock, imagine Iâm pounding into your tight little pussy right nowââ He cut off his own words with a moan, shallow curses under his breath as the obscene squelch of your pussy and the angelic sounds of your moans becoming too much for him.Â
Your moans quickly turned into a loud cry as you let yourself go, your pussy gushing around your fingers as your fingers dial in around your clit. âFuck, Steveââ Your words were cut off by your cries of pleasure, your hips writhing beneath your hand as you coax yourself down from your high. âOh my God.â
Steveâs own release was crackling through the phone as you heard the sound of skin connecting with skin fastening, the schlick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock coming to a high as he moans out your name. The sound of him falling apart and calling your name was enough to get you going again.Â
Your breath was caught in your throat as you pulled your hand from between your legs, wiping it on your comforter quickly to grab ahold of the phone that youâd been holding against your ear by your shoulder. Your legs were weak, still slightly shaking from the orgasm youâd been waiting for eight months for.Â
There was a silence over the phone as the two of you took a moment to catch your breath, before Steve murmured gently. âThat was so fucking hot. Youâre so fucking hot.â
You let out a small laugh as you attempted to steady your breathing, your hand resting on your stomach as you bit down on your lower lip gently. âThank you, Steve. I really, really needed that.âÂ
Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone, going to clear himself up youâd assume. You realised you should probably do the same, but just as you pushed yourself up to sit at the end of the bed you heard the familiar jingle of Steveâs car keys down the phone.Â
âDonât move, okay?â He spoke, you could hear him moving around his bedroom, the sound of his belt buckle as he seemingly pulled them up his legs. âI need you so fucking bad, baby. I â Iâve needed you for fucking months. Fuck.âÂ
Your heart stuttered in your chest at his admission, how could one bad date lead to Steve confessing the feelings that youâve been having for him as long as you can remember? You glanced around your room quickly before leaning over to grab the clothes that youâd discarded earlier.Â
âIâm coming. Iâll be there in five, baby. Iâm not done with you yet.â And with that, the phone line clicked dead.Â
You knew that it definitely would not be another eight months until your next orgasm.
Helping Hand
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader summary: after a long dry spell, you really needed to get off. after a failed date, your co-worker and crush, Steve Harrington, is at the other end of the phone to lend you a helping hand. wc: 7k warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), phone sex, mutual masturbation (f & m), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation
August, 1987
âSorry, Steve. Iâm confused, I donât think I really understand what youâre actually saying right now.â You spoke through a short laugh as you sat perched up on the counter in Family Video, your legs dangling below you as you looked over at your co-worker, Steve Harrington, who was standing opposite you with his arms crossed over his striped polo shirt and obnoxiously green vest.Â
âWhat is there to not understand about what Iâm saying?â He questioned through a laugh, his eyebrows furrowing gently at you as his body shuffled against the other side of the counter.Â
You took a sip from your straw, slurping down a few sips from your can of Coke before settling it on your knee. âYouâre saying you went out with Krista last night, she was funny, smart, cute and a good kisser â but youâre not calling her again?âÂ
Steveâs eyes looked you over once more, his arms across his chest tightening slightly causing the muscles hiding underneath his t-shirt to stretch beneath them even more before he spoke again. âSheâs nice but just â not what Iâm looking for right now.âÂ
As you went to respond, the bell from above the door pierced through the quiet of the store. You were quick to jump down from the counter, putting on your best customer service voice that Steve definitely teased you for, and snap back into character. You missed the way Steveâs eyes did one over on you when you turned around, how his eyes caught on the round of your ass when you bent forward slightly to help the customer.Â
Steve wasnât someone who you really knew in high school. You knew of him, of course, but your social circles never really mixed, which you were totally fine with. Whilst he was happy being King Steve and dating Nancy Wheeler, you were happy on the other side of the kingdom with your few friends and your nose deep in a book.Â
Robin Buckley, however, had been your best friend since before preschool. Your mothers had been best friends, so naturally the two of you were quick to follow. Steve wasnât really a character in your life until Robin started working at Scoops Ahoy with him at the mall, and while you never admitted it to her, you always kind of had a crush on him.Â
How could you not when heâd wear those awfully short, awfully unforgiving shorts in gym class? Or when youâd go to visit Robin at work and heâd be in that stupidly cute sailors uniform, and his lips would look so stupidly glossy and soft. You asked Robin once if heâd been using her chapstick to which she quickly denied, but you always wondered.Â
Naturally, after the Starcourt Mall fire you recommended Robin for the job at Family Video, where youâd already been working for almost a year, she was quick to bring Steve in tow behind her and your performance at work was quick to begin slipping.Â
You went from being Keithâs star employee to messing up orders and forgetting to wind tapes because you couldnât stop staring at stupid Steve Harrington and his stupidly perfect hair. The way the God awful green vest fit him didnât help much either, especially when heâd pull the collar of his shirt out over it and you could get a look at all his beautiful freckles that kissed his skin if you angled yourself correctly.Â
Working within a close proximity to Steve was hard at first, but eventually he actually became a friend of yours, which left you feeling incredibly guilty whenever youâd stare at his ass in those perfectly tight jeans for too long, or when youâd purposely ask for help with something in the storage room just so you could watch him stretch up and flex his gorgeously toned arms.Â
When you decided that Steve was and would always be just a friend, you needed to kick yourself into gear. So, to distract yourself you started going on dates. A lot of them.Â
You werenât really one to date around in high school, you had one boyfriend in your senior year but that only lasted about a week or two into him being at college. Now, you were seeing someone new every week, which mostly just ended in making out in his car or hugging him goodbye at the restaurant, anything to get your mind off of Steve.Â
The two of you were always very open about your conquests, heâd easily get the number of some beautiful girl who came in looking for a movie, and leave with plans for later that night. And the next morning, heâd always come in and tell you every sordid detail of the night before. You didnât mind, actually, as it gave you fuel to add to the fire when youâd get home that night and inevitably find yourself thinking about Steve before you fell asleep.Â
You also told Steve every detail of your dates. How heâd not shut up about his ex for the entire dinner, or another fell asleep on you during a movie and drooled all over your shoulder. Although, you werenât so explicit in telling Steve the dirty details, as most of the time theyâd result in you having to fake your orgasm and retreat home with your tail between your legs.Â
If you sat there and shut your eyes, and really thought about it, you couldnât remember the last time that you came, whether that was with someone else, or even by yourself. And from no lack of trying, you had been desperately trying.Â
In the shower, right before you fall asleep, right when you wake up, in the middle of the night when you canât sleep, even once in the break room after youâd slipped over a pile of DVDâs that Robin had left in the middle of the aisle and Steve was quick to catch you before you face planted. You could feel your skin burn through your clothes where his hands had grabbed you too tightly, but even then, nothing.Â
So now, you were feeling frustrated and rightfully so. You had a date tomorrow night with Ethan, a guy you met at the bar last weekend when you went out for drinks with Robin. He was tall, handsome and had big hands that you noticed when heâd handed you your glass of wine.Â
âAre you excited for your date tomorrow?â Steve asked you gently. You were pushing the cart around the store, placing rentals back in their home when Steve had appeared behind you, leaning his hands against the cart in an attempt to look casual.Â
Your eyes met his as he spoke, but you were quick to look away before you admitted how excited you were to hopefully fucking finish. âOh yeah, of course,â You cleared your throat before walking backwards down the aisle, the cart and Steve following behind you. âAre you doing anything tomorrow?â
âIâm working the early shift tomorrow, so maybe Iâll give Stacey a call when Iâm done.â You glanced over at him and he was flashing you a small smirk that you knew all too well. A small laugh fell past your lips as you threw the tape in your hands across the cart at him as you shook your head.Â
âYouâre such an ass.â You murmured softly, burying your chin in your chest to concentrate on what you were doing so you didnât have to look at him for any longer.Â
Youâd managed to stifle down your crush on Steve now that you guys were actually friends, but the more sexually frustrated you became, the harder it was to be around him. Especially when he wore that annoyingly stupid smirk and practiced pick up lines on you in preparation for the next girl walking in.Â
You felt Steve watching you for a moment as you finished the small stack in front of you, catching his eye as you began pulling the cart back to the front of the store. He was quick to follow, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck gently as he spoke.Â
âYou sure youâre not nervous about tomorrow?â He asked, taking charge to move to the last pile of rentals and place them on the top of the cart in front of you.Â
âWhat? YâYeah, why would I be nervous?â You scoffed gently, nodding a small thanks before taking off quickly in the opposite direction to deposit the movies back in place. You heard a small tut from behind you, and when you stopped to continue your work, you felt the warm presence behind you.Â
Steve was standing close enough that you could almost feel the curve of him against your back, the warmth of his breath against your skin and the smell of his cologne swirling through the air until it filled your nose generously. He leant around you to grab a rental, as if him standing this close to you was normal.Â
âYouâre quieter than normal, by now youâd be asking me what kind of shoes you should wear or something.â He moved from behind you to stand next to you so he could read your face, his eyes taking in each microexpression. Like the way your eyebrows scrunched slightly, the way your lip twitched as if it wanted to bite back and argue his words, but you were stopping him.Â
Instead, you let out a short breath and shook your head softly. âIâm not nervous, Steve, Iâm absolutely fine. I actually already have my outfit and my shoes picked out, so.â You flashed him a small smile, to which he returned you his own.Â
His hands lifted slightly in defeat, taking a few steps backwards down the aisle to retreat back to behind the counter. âAlright, alright. But if you change your mind, you can just call me.â He tipped his head toward you slightly before disappearing behind the display, and only when he was out of sight could you let out the breath youâd been holding since he appeared.Â
The rest of the day passed by quickly, Steve didnât bring up your supposed nerves again, which you were quietly thankful for. The two of you spoke about almost anything else, him gaging your opinion on what you think he should say when he calls Stacey tomorrow night, the two of you arguing about which movie the two of you and Robin would be watching on your next movie night. Â
Like usual, Steve dropped you home after work, over his dead body would he ever let you walk home on your own. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the stereo hummed gently between you, until you noticed out of the corner of your eye his shifting in his seat and small glances over at you before you caved in.Â
âAre you okay?â Your voice spoke, your head leaning against the headrest behind you as the corner of your lips unable to stop the small twitch into a smile as you took in his slightly flustered expression.Â
âWhâ Me? Yeah, Iâm fine,â He looked out of his window briefly before turning his head to look over his arm, his eyes meeting yours. âAre you okay?â
Your eyes trailed over his throat, how it bobbed when he swallowed and how his freckles moved against his skin with each tense of his jaw. You took in the curve of his neck, how the button of his polo shirt had popped open throughout the day and you had a perfect view of the small stretch of hair that appeared above the fabric. Your eyes trailed along his veiny arms until they reached his large hands, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel. You imagined dragging your tongue up them, taking a digit between your lips before wrapping your hands around his wrist and shoving them down âÂ
âHello?â He called out, your eyes quickly cutting back to his. Heat flushed your cheeks as your attention drew to the car pulling stop, thanking God that you were pulling up outside your house. You bent down to the foot of the car to grab your bag, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt as you flashed him a smile.Â
âTâThanks for the ride, Iâll see you on Sunday for movie night?â Before he had a chance to respond, you were already out of the car and slamming the door shut behind you.Â
God, you were literally gawking at him. You may as well have been a cartoon looking at a pie through a store window. Your palm hit your forehead gently as you swore at yourself under your breath, until you heard your name being called out from behind you.Â
You turned over your shoulder to see Steve leaning over the console, motioning for you to come back to the car. You cursed under your breath with every step you took closer. Youâd spent so long hiding your stupid crush, you didnât want to ruin your friendship.Â
Your hand placed on the hood of the car as you tilted your head down to peek at him through the cracked window, âYeah?â Your voice came out almost shakily, but your eyes on him were steady as he wore a warm smile across his lips.Â
âI just wanted to say good luck tomorrow night, on your date,â He said, slowly settling back into the driver's seat. He turned the key and the engine roared awake once again, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke softly. âAnd if you really want to wow him, wear that white skirt that you wore to the bar on Robâs birthday. If he sees you in that, he wonât be able to resist.âÂ
You pursed your lips slightly at his words, the heat that had risen to your skin when you thought heâd caught you staring at him now directed straight to your core. You cleared your throat gently, plastering on a smile as you nodded. âWhite skirt, got it. Thanks, Steve.â Your hand patted the roof gently as you straightened and made your way back up the path toward the front door.Â
As you reached the steps, you turned over your shoulder to see Steve still sat in his car watching you. You offered him a small wave before digging your key out of the front pocket of your bag, quickly slipping yourself into the solemnity of your house as you let out a long, long exhale.Â
You had quite the ritual for the hours leading up to your dates. Youâd wake up and enjoy a nice cup of coffee on your back porch, letting the bright summer sun wake you up before heading back inside to make some cereal. If you didnât have work that day, maybe youâd do some reading or go on a walk to take up a chunk of time. After some lunch and more reading, you hopped into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin with your favourite vanilla scented body wash.Â
You did have your outfit already chosen out, but you hadnât been able to stop thinking about what Steve said about your white skirt.Â
If he sees you in that, he wonât be able to resist.
Thinking back to that night, Steve had been like a parrot on your shoulder, but you just put that to the fruity cocktails you were buying for yourself but Steve would be finishing as he said they were much nicer than his beer.Â
You pulled on the white skirt, which was probably a bit too short for a first date, but you figured with your dry spell you needed all of the confidence you could get. You paired it with a pale yellow fitted blouse, the fabric cinching at the waist and the short sleeves slightly bubbled.Â
The clock was ticking under your gaze as you watched it tick minute by minute, until it finally reached eight oâclock. You grabbed your handbag that was sitting on the sofa, the heels on your shoes clicking against your floorboards as you rushed to the window at the front of your house, pushing the curtain back to watch out for Ethan's car.
Tick, tick, tick. Youâd moved from your position at the window to slump on the sofa, it was way past eight oâclock now and you were growing tired of waiting. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a car pulling up outside of your house, and a horn honking to go along with it.Â
You peered out the window again to see Ethan in the same position Steve was in yesterday, rolling the window down and leaning over the centre console to catch your attention with a wave. You glanced over at the clock, reading nine.Â
In any other circumstance, you wouldâve turned off your porch lights for the night and retreated back to your room, let him sit there and think about what heâs done. But on the other hand, you really, really needed to get off. Surely giving you an orgasm at the end of the night after a nice dinner could make up for being an hour late to your date?Â
As your heels clicked down your path towards his car, you could feel the heat within you rising. Something about the anticipation of knowing you were finally going to be fucked, or maybe it was the high heels carrying you toward the car making you feel hot and bothered. Or maybe, it was the idea that the skirt that you were wearing made you irresistible, to none other than Steve Harrington.Â
Ethan pushed open the passenger door as you got closer, flashing him a warm smile as you slipped into the seat next to him. âIâm so sorry that Iâm late, babe. Work was hell today,â He watched you closely as you settled into the seat, pulling the seatbelt over you as you looked over at him. âBut you look hot. That skirt, damn.â
You crossed your leg over the other, brushing the hem of your skirt down gently before catching his eye. Ethan was attractive, he was tall and muscular, his hair was light as it curled over his eyes, you figured heâd do for tonight. âDonât worry about it, are you sure weâre gonna make dinner, though? Itâs kinda late.â Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at him as he took off down your street.Â
âYeah, we definitely missed the reservation,â He laughed gently at himself before leaning his hand over the console, resting his palm against your knee as his voice deepened. âI figured, we could just go back to mine?â
âYours?â You glanced down at his cold hand warming up your knee as it rubbed against your skin gently, looking back up at him with a tight smile. âYeah, yeah. I guess thatâs fine.â
He flashed you a wide grin, his grip tightening on you as he began the drive over to his place. Your eyes fluttered shut gently, taking in a sharp breath to steady your nerves. You figured youâd go back to Ethanâs, maybe share a bottle of wine and talk for a bit before you finally could let go.Â
But the dull throb between your legs was telling you that you couldnât wait that long. You needed something, just one kiss. So you were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt as your palm wrapped around his forearm gently as you looked over at him, your fingertips trailing up his arm until it landed firmly on his shoulder. Your body adjusted slightly in your seat, pulling yourself closer so your lips could brush against Ethanâs neck.Â
âHm, eager, are we?â He mumbled as his hand inched down your thigh slowly, you let out a breathy laugh against his skin with a small nod. Your lips pressed wet kisses to his skin, your hips already trying to rut against his hand that was nowhere near you yet, desperate for some attention.Â
Ethan rounded a corner, pulling to a quick stop on a quiet street. You pulled your lips away slowly as he put the car in park, your hand coming up to rub across his chest slowly as you ducked your head back down to the skin beneath his ear. âYou okay, babe? Whyâd you stop?âÂ
His hand was quick to grab your waist as his other hand held the back of your neck, guiding you up to his lips to capture you in a sloppy kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, your teeth clacking as he licked desperately into your mouth. Your fingers bunched the fabric at his chest before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling them down to his crotch.Â
You pulled your lips back slightly to look down at your hand, you could feel him hardening against your palm in his jeans. He rubbed the back of your hand gently as he spoke, dipping his head to catch his lips against yours as he mumbled against your lips. âYouâre just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darrenâs in twenty minutes.â
Your body froze against his, you pulled your lips back from his as your eyes looked into his. A small, surprised last fell past your lips as you squinted your eyes at him. âIâm sorry?âÂ
Ethan let out a small groan, adjusting his hips as you pulled your hand away. âOh, donât be like that. You knew what this was, câmon.â He dragged out his last word as he motioned down to his hardening cock, your lips were parted in horror as you looked over at him.Â
âI knew what this was? You thought all Iâm good for is quickly sucking you off before you go to your friends house?â You let out a pained laugh as you shook your head, pulling yourself away from him and grabbing your handbag that had fallen to the foot of the car. âYouâre an asshole, Ethan. Youâre an hour late to our date, and think Iâm just gonna drop to my knees? Fuck you.âÂ
You let yourself out of the car, slamming the door behind you to cut off his arguing. You steamed down the sidewalk, ignoring the sound of Ethan calling your name from behind you and the sound of him speeding off into the night.Â
You could practically feel the steam pouring from your ears as you walked home. Sure, all you were expecting from Ethan was some nice conversation and a good fuck but his proposition of you sorting him out then dropping you home was where you drew the line. The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you felt yourself becoming.Â
The front door to your house slammed behind you as you kicked off your heels and kicked them across your living room, your breath huffing and puffing as you stormed through the house toward your bedroom. You sat on the edge of your bed, leaning over to grab the phone from your nightstand and quickly punching in Steveâs phone number, before you could stop yourself.Â
The phone rang twice before it clicked, a familiar voice crackling through the other end of the phone. âHello?â
âSteve? Hi, itâs me. Iâm so sorry for calling so late,â Your eyes fluttered shut as your palm pressed against your eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration at the events of the last half an hour. âMy date was fucking shock horror and IââÂ
You paused for a moment when you remembered Steve telling you at work yesterday that he was going to call Stacey tonight. A familiar knot tightened in your chest at the thought of her being on the other end of the phone, with Steve.Â
âOh God, Iâm so sorry. Iâll leave you and Stacey to â Iâll call you tomorrow. Iâm sorry.â You pulled the phone away from your ear but you heard his voice calling your name echoing into the air. Hesitantly, you pulled the phone back to your ear.Â
âHey, donât apologise. I didnât call Stacey, Iâm all alone. Whatâs up, what happened?â Your stomach settled knowing he was alone, and you let out a content sigh at the familiar comfort of his voice.Â
âHe was an hour late picking me up, just pulled up and honked his horn at me and then said we could just go back to his place which I was fine with âcause I just wanted to â Whatever. Then, he had his hand on my leg, and I started kissing him and he pulled over the car, and said to me, and I quote â Youâre just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darrenâs in twenty minutes.â
You had to pause to catch your breath after your rambling, inhaling a short breath before continuing. âI thought, what a fucking prick. Like, yeah okay, I wanted to sleep with him but only because I havenât had an orgasm in like, eight months. But it was everything else, like him being an hour late and then assuming that Iâm just going toââ
âWait, wait, hold on,â Steveâs breathy voice called down the phone, causing you to pause and think about the words that youâd just let spill.Â
âShit. Okay, I didnât mean to say all that. You know what, just forget that I calledââ You murmured gently as your face screwed up into the palm of your hand, silently cursing yourself for telling Steve, your friend, that you havenât come in eight months.
âGod, Ethan is a fucking asshole. An hour late is crazy, his first mistake was not coming to the door to get you. You know, Iâll have words with him if â if you want. He canât disrespect you like that, no matter what was going to happen, he canât just assume shit.â Steve said, his words settling your nerves gently as you nodded along as he spoke.Â
âYeah, he is a fucking asshole.â You murmured gently, taking a deep breath as you pulled your hand from your face, looking down to your lap at your fingers numbly toying with the frilled hem of your skirt.Â
There was a short silence between you when Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone before speaking. âSo, eight months, huh?â
A small laugh stifled past your lips as you let yourself fall back onto your mattress, a loud sigh falling past your lips as your head lulled to the side. âYeah, itâs been a while, I guess.âÂ
Steve huffed through the phone gently, racking his brain over the stories of dates youâd told him about recently. âBut what about Matt? You saw him a few times, he couldnâtââ
âNope.â You popped the p gently as your head settled against your comforter, your knee swaying against the bed slightly.
âHave you tried touching yourself?â His voice was hoarse through the phone, almost careful. A rush of heat surged from the receiver through your hand and straight between your legs, a soft sigh escaping at his question.Â
âWâWhat?â You almost laughed out, your eyes darting across your ceiling as your knees pressed together, your body suddenly feeling awfully aware of what you were talking to Steve about.Â
âI said, have you tried touching yourself?â His words were more confident now, slightly more stern as they hit your ear.Â
âWell, yeah. But it still hasnât worked.â Your voice was a mere whisper as it escaped your lips, your mouth running dry slightly as your tongue ran over your lips in an attempt to wet them. Your breath was picking up, heaving slightly under your shirt as you spoke.
âWell, what do you do? When youâre touching yourself, tell me what you do.â He spoke easily like this was just a normal conversation between you, like this was something you discussed at work regularly.
Your breath caught in your throat, holding the phone closer to your ear if even possible as you whispered through it. âSteveââ
He was quick to cut you off, his voice laced with concern. âYou donât have to, if youâre uncomfortable we can forget all about this and go back to bitching about Ethan. But, it might help you to talk it out.âÂ
You contemplated his offer for a moment, before taking in a sharp breath. The throb between your legs was now loud enough to start ringing through your ears, the hairs on your arm prickling at the prospect of Steve thinking about you touching yourself.Â
âWell, IâI usually start at my breasts, then Iâll take my hand andââ Your words got lost on the tip of your tongue, suddenly unable to even remember what you did the last time you were doing this.Â
âWhat are you wearing, baby? Did you put that pretty little skirt on?â Steveâs voice poured through the phone like honey, his deep voice calling you that pet name caused your breath to catch in your throat.Â
âYeah, the skirt and a yellow blouse.â You whispered softly, you glanced down at your hand that was now subconsciously rubbing across your stomach, your cold fingertips dipping underneath the fabric of your shirt.
âI bet you look fucking gorgeous, honey. I want you to take your hand and rub it across your chest, slowly. Take your time, baby.â He returned, and you nodded gently even though he couldnât see you.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut as you pulled your hand from underneath the hem of your shirt and slowly brought it up to your breast. Your finger cupping yourself before slipping across and touching the other, you watched as your nipples hardened through your shirt. A small, breathy moan passing your lips as your fingertips catch them.Â
âGood girl,â Steve preened through the phone, causing another pretty sound to pass your lips. You started pawing at your breasts over your shirt, your back arching against yourself as Steve spoke down the phone again. âDoes that feel good, baby?â
âYeah,â You breathed out, your fingers shakily unbuttoning the top two buttons of your shirt. You could feel all the heat pooling between your legs, your thighs clenching together in an attempt to soothe the need. âFeels real good.â
âTake off your shirt.â Steve ordered. Your hand paused on your breast for a moment before you continued unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, pulling the phone away from your ear for a moment to pull it off of your arm and discard the shirt on the other side of your bed. âAre you wearing anything underneath, honey?â
Your hand was quick to return to your chest at his words, looking down at your pink laced bra that was holding your breasts in place. Your fingers toyed at your hardened nipple, your teeth sinking into your lower lip before you spoke hoarsely. âI got a pink lacy bra on,â You swallowed thickly, a wave of bravery overtaking you before you continued. âThey match my panties.âÂ
You heard Steve groan through the phone, causing your hand to move over to your other breast that was in need of your attention. âFuck, I bet you look so beautiful right now,â He breathed down the phone, âCan you take your bra off for me, baby?â
As soon as his words hit your ear, you lifted yourself up slightly to wrap your hand around your back to unclasp the bra. You pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere across the room before you slowly settled back on the bed. âItâs off.âÂ
âGood. Now, I want you to put two of your fingers in your pretty little mouth, and suck on them. Can you do that for me, honey?â Steveâs own breath was hitching in his throat, your fingers were happily between your lips before he could even finish his sentence.Â
The sound of you sucking on your fingers was filling up your room and Steveâs end of the phone, you let out a small moan around them as you pressed down on your tongue. You pull them out of your mouth, watching a connection of saliva follow them before putting the tips of them back between your lips.Â
âFuck. Play with your nipples now, baby. Make them all wet, pretend itâs my tongue.â With each sentence that Steve said, his voice became even more breathier. The thoughts of what he could be doing on the other end of the phone were too much for you to even think of right now.
You pulled your fingers from your lips with a small pop and ran them over your stiffened nipple. A loud moan fell past your lips, your head dipping back into the mattress as you twisted it between your fingers. You hummed as you sucked on your fingers again before moving onto the other one. âFeels so good, Steve.âÂ
âYeah? I bet it does, baby. Imagine itâs me on your chest, taking your nipple in my mouth. Kissing all over your chest, playing with them til youâre begging me to stop. I bet theyâre so hard right now, hm?â Your motions faltered slightly at the thought of Steve latched onto your chest, nodding gently as you continued to rub your fingers between them.Â
âTâThey are, Steve. Fuck.â You were palming your breasts now, your hips grinding against nothing as you were growing more desperate with each word he fed you down the phone.Â
Steve stifled out a slight groan, âCan you take that pretty skirt off for me, baby?âÂ
Your hand flew down to the hem of your skirt, lifting up your hips to pull it off of you. Your chest was heaving as you watched it fly across the room, your fingertips grazing the hem of your panties as you breathed down the phone. âItâs off.âÂ
Steve grunted softly, you took a moment to listen and you swore you could hear shuffling through the phone. The heavy breaths hitting your ear was a tell tale sign that Steve was touching himself right now, and the thought alone was enough to set you off.Â
âWâWhat are you wearing right now?â You whispered softly into the phone, your eyes shutting happily as your hand returned up to your breast as you thought about Steve with cock in his hand, getting off to the thought of you sucking on your fingers.Â
âWhat am I wearing right now?â He asked, almost thrown off by your question. He cleared his throat gently, and you heard him adjusting on the phone before answering. âJust my pyjama pants, baby.â
A small whine left your lips as you pinched your nipple between your fingers, thinking about Steve in the low light of his bedroom. Holding his phone to his ear whilst his other hand ran through the hair across his chest, travelling down his happy trail and disappearing into his pyjamas.Â
âAre you getting wet? Thinking about me with my mouth all over you? Touch yourself, and tell me.â His breath was heavy as he spoke, his hoarse tone crackling through the phone.Â
Your hand slipped from your chest down your body slowly, your fingernails dragging along your sternum and your stomach until it found the hem of your underwear. Your knees fell apart instantly, your hand dipping between your legs as your fingertips found the dampened spot on your panties.Â
A small gasp left your lips, âFuck,â You managed. Steve let out an encouraging grunt at the sounds you were making, you swallowed down another moan as your fingers explored your core over your panties. Looking down between your legs, you looked at the glisten over your fingers before mumbling down the phone. âIâm soaked, right through my panties.âÂ
âOh, fuck,â You heard Steveâs head thump back against his headboard, and the stifled sound of his hand shuffling underneath his duvet. âYouâre so fucking hot, baby. Youâre so beautiful. Take your panties off for me, please.âÂ
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of your underwear, quickly pulling them down to your ankles and kicking them to the floor. Your pussy was throbbing, desperately aching for your own touch as your hands rubbed over your thighs and your lower stomach, your voice whispering through the phone. âTell me what to do, Steve, please.âÂ
âGod, youâre killing me,â He moaned through the phone, the sounds of his hand wrapped around his cock were much clearer now as the faint sound of slapping skin filled your ear. âI want you to take your finger and touch yourself. Slowly, start at the bottom and work your way up. I want to hear you.âÂ
Your hand slipped from your stomach between your legs, a moan instantly falling from your mouth as your middle finger dipped between your lips. Dipping against your entrance before dragging it up your slit, letting out a loud whine as you reached your clit. You were quick to start rubbing small circles against it, your back arching against your mattress. âHoly shit. It feels so good, Steve.âÂ
âYeah? You sound so good, baby, I bet you taste so good.â He hummed gently, his own groans spilling against your ear as you copied his instructions a few times. Taking it slow, savouring the teasing sensation of letting yourself have just a little bit but not enough. âTaste yourself.âÂ
A whimper escaped at his request, pulling your hand up from between your legs and slipping it past your lips. You moaned around your fingers at the sensation, quick to return your wet fingers back to your pussy. Two of your fingers pressed at your entrance as your head rolled around your shoulders, âFuck, Steve.â
âGo on, baby. Fuck that pretty little pussy, let me hear you.â With his permission, you pushed your fingers into yourself with a loud whine. Your hips lifted to meet your fingers as they curled inside of you, the palm of your hand hitting your clit with each pull and push into yourself.Â
You tilted your head to the side, holding the phone steadily to your shoulder so you could slip your other hand to your chest. Your legs spread open even wider as you slipped your fingers out to rub tight circles against your clit, you could feel the pressure building tightly in your stomach. âIâI think Iâm close, Steve.âÂ
âYeah? I bet you are, baby. I bet youâre curling those fingers in that tight little pussy just imagining itâs my cock, huh? Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â He spat out, you could only whine in response as your fingers dipped back inside yourself. Copying his words, you curled your fingers inside of you as your spare hand found your clit, showing it no mercy as your stomach coiled.Â
âListen to you, honey. I can hear how wet you are down the phone, I bet youâre gushing around those fingers for me, arenât you? Do you wanna come for me? Go on, be a good girl and come for me.â Steveâs filthy words were bringing you closer and closer to the finish line, you could feel your walls tightening around your fingers as you picked up the speed of them.Â
âOh my god, Steve â Fuck, Iâm so close.â You whined down the phone, trying to fit your fingers as deep as you possibly could, your hips rolling up into yourself as your thighs tightened around your hands.
âGo on, pretty girl, come for me. Come all over your fingers, you deserve it. Such a good girl for me, hm? Imagine youâre coming all over my cock, imagine Iâm pounding into your tight little pussy right nowââ He cut off his own words with a moan, shallow curses under his breath as the obscene squelch of your pussy and the angelic sounds of your moans becoming too much for him.Â
Your moans quickly turned into a loud cry as you let yourself go, your pussy gushing around your fingers as your fingers dial in around your clit. âFuck, Steveââ Your words were cut off by your cries of pleasure, your hips writhing beneath your hand as you coax yourself down from your high. âOh my God.â
Steveâs own release was crackling through the phone as you heard the sound of skin connecting with skin fastening, the schlick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock coming to a high as he moans out your name. The sound of him falling apart and calling your name was enough to get you going again.Â
Your breath was caught in your throat as you pulled your hand from between your legs, wiping it on your comforter quickly to grab ahold of the phone that youâd been holding against your ear by your shoulder. Your legs were weak, still slightly shaking from the orgasm youâd been waiting for eight months for.Â
There was a silence over the phone as the two of you took a moment to catch your breath, before Steve murmured gently. âThat was so fucking hot. Youâre so fucking hot.â
You let out a small laugh as you attempted to steady your breathing, your hand resting on your stomach as you bit down on your lower lip gently. âThank you, Steve. I really, really needed that.âÂ
Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone, going to clear himself up youâd assume. You realised you should probably do the same, but just as you pushed yourself up to sit at the end of the bed you heard the familiar jingle of Steveâs car keys down the phone.Â
âDonât move, okay?â He spoke, you could hear him moving around his bedroom, the sound of his belt buckle as he seemingly pulled them up his legs. âI need you so fucking bad, baby. I â Iâve needed you for fucking months. Fuck.âÂ
Your heart stuttered in your chest at his admission, how could one bad date lead to Steve confessing the feelings that youâve been having for him as long as you can remember? You glanced around your room quickly before leaning over to grab the clothes that youâd discarded earlier.Â
âIâm coming. Iâll be there in five, baby. Iâm not done with you yet.â And with that, the phone line clicked dead.Â
You knew that it definitely would not be another eight months until your next orgasm.
SO HIGH SCHOOL MASTERLIST steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: youâre jonathan byersâs best friend. you live in hawkins, indiana, and you know everyone in the small town. you work two jobs to help your mom with bills while also managing to be the top of your classes. everything is normal until the day will byers goes missing, and the world as you know it is flipped upside down. and because of that, you form an unlikely friendship with the âkingâ of your high school, steve harrington.
tags/warnings: steve harrington x fem!reader, use of y/n, mostly canon-compliant reader insert (maybe a few minor changes here or there), swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to ??? to lovers, seasons 1-5, mentions of child abandonment/neglect, mentions of dead parents, minor eddie munson x fem!reader, reader lowkey has attachment/abandonment issues, minor miscommunication, i hate murray bauman, writing might be shit idk.
masterlist !
wattpad link , ao3 link
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PART ONE â tell me âbout the first time you saw me chapter one chapter two chapter three
PART TWO â you know how to ball, i know aristotle chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight
PART THREE â are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen
PART FOUR â i want to find you in a crowd just to hide from you chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty
PART FIVE â no oneâs ever had me, not like you chapter twenty-one chapter twenty-two chapter twenty-three chapter twenty-four chapter twenty-five chapter twenty-six chapter twenty-seven
EPILOGUE â you knew what you wanted and, boy, you got her the epilogue
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a/n: this series was originally posted on wattpad on christmas 2025, and iâm writing the last few chapters right now so i thought this was the best time to start posting it on here + ao3! idk i hope you guys like it. and don't worry, this series is basically completely written so i will still be focusing on writing other fics while posting this! more spidey steve is coming i promise you all.
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