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manic-eddie · 2 years
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Joe Keery 🤝 Joseph Quinn
being chaotic besties
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keerysfolklore · 2 months
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If I met Joe in a tux they'd have to grab the back of my neck like a dog to get me away from him
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yunirgo · 1 month
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i love joe keery’s nose sm i want to eat it
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rehfan · 9 months
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TAGS: Marking, hickeys, baby kink if you blink
The whimper that comes out of him is all you needed to hear to know that you hit the right spot with your mouth. Gently you suck at the skin. He sighs. Oh yeah, that’s definitely the right spot.
You tease the area with the tip of your tongue. Caress it with the barest touch of your lips only to the nibble at it, eliciting a groan from him that makes it all worth it.
Finally, you suck hard at the skin that’s now grown ruddy with your ministrations. He had held you gently before you began, warm, comforting in the first peek of morning light through the window. But as you had worked, his strong arms had pulled you in tightly and the press of his body awoke in you a fever you couldn’t contain. Your gentle nuzzling had become kissing until that wasn’t enough; you had found yourself with the strong urge to suckle. As soon as you began to suck in earnest, you felt him grind against you. He was very much awake now.
His voice was gravelly with sleep as he spoke, “Gonna send me to work today with a hickey the size of Wisconsin, huh?”
You ghosted a kiss onto his mouth, the barest touch as you said, “Gotta let the whole of Hawkins know who my fella is.”
He hummed in pleasure and smiled at you.
“And now,” you said, pulling away and meeting his beautiful eyes, “it’s your turn.” You saw his smile drop and his look turn feral when you explained further: “Send me to work with a baby.”
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harrywavycurly · 1 year
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Boyfriend Joe Keery Part 1: Bunny
Masterlist: here
A/N: It’s just a fluffy start to this series so enjoy✨
*Joe just has a few questions also he’ll never make fun of you for crying*
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hcrsons · 2 years
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i don't want to fix him
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i accept him
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maybankstarkey · 2 years
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Ooo the prompts are great!!
What about one where the reader and some of the ST gang are doing a comic con panel and girls are being SUPER MEAN and SUPER HORRIBLE to the reader just blatantly in front of everyone! Basically because they’re jealous that the reader and Joe Keery are dating 🥲
The reader is trying to keep a brave face and other cast members are trying to change the conversation and afterwards she acts like she’s fine and Joe says “you don’t have to pretend to be fine with me.”
But totally do whatever you like! 💕💕
Perfect for Me
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— pairing: Joe Keery x costar!fem!reader
— type: angst? -> fluff
— summary: You and the rest of the ST cast are doing a comic con panel, and you have to deal with backlash from fans. 
— a/n: this took me forever for what reason?
— warnings: cursing // mentions of anxiety
You and a few of your castmates had been assigned to take part in a “Stranger Things” panel at Comic Con. You were nervous to attend, as you hated speaking in front of large audiences, but you had Joe, your loving & caring boyfriend by your side.
The panel was about to begin. Your cast mates were introduced individually as they made their way on stage.
“Then of course we have the Hawkins heartthrob, Steve Harrington, played by Joe Keery joining us on stage” The audience screamed louder than you could’ve imagined as your boyfriend made his way onto the stage.
“And last but certainly not least, please give a warm welcome to Y/n L/n!” The host applauded as you walked on stage. The audience had mixed reactions to your appearance, but you shrugged it off as you sat down next to your boyfriend.
The host had asked your cast mates some questions, none had been directed at you, so you just sat there and smiled.
The host gave the audience time to ask questions, and of course your boyfriend was the subject of them.
“Joe, you’re not on social media at the moment. Why is that?” someone asked.
“Well, I really don’t like putting every single aspect of my life on display for the public to see and criticize, hence why Y/n & I hid our relationship” Joe said as he smiled at you.
“Uhm. We asked about you, not HER” some teenage girl in the back of the room shouted. You brushed off the girls remark, trying to continue smiling.
“Next question” David interjected.
“Joe, would you ever date a fan?”
“I already am. Y/n is not only my coworker & girlfriend, but she’s my number one fan and truly my biggest support. I’m forever grateful for her” Joe grabbed your hand and rubbed the top of it with his thumb.
“Of all the people in the world, why would you be with her? What does she have that none of us have?” Some girl spoke into the mic, causing you to freeze and your heart was racing.
It was enough that you hated doing interviews and speaking to large crowds, but now you had to deal with the backlash of your relationship with Joe.
Joe knew you struggled with anxiety, and he was very patient with you, which was something you loved about him. Your leg began to bounce, a sign that you were uncomfortable.
You excused yourself from the panel, immediately rushing to the bathroom. Joe watched as you left, a frown etched on his face as you exited the stage.
After locking yourself in the bathroom, you silently cried, the days events all becoming too much for you to handle.
Back on the stage, Joe was furious. He had one of the security guards escort the girl out of the auditorium.
“I don’t want to come off as rude, but what the actual hell is wrong with some of you?! Y/n didn’t do anything to any of you. She’s sat here quietly waiting for someone to ask about HER, but it seems that you guys are only interested in prying into Joe’s personal life.” Maya spoke into the mic, her frustration radiating off of her.
“And to answer that question, Y/n is kind and considerate, something NONE of you seem to be. Personally, I don’t care what any of you think or say at this point, because she’s the perfect girl for me and I love her with everything in me” Joe shouted before exiting the stage in search of his girlfriend.
The host took this as his cue to end the panel, allowing the rest of the cast to exit the stage. Joe was running around frantically trying to find you.
After about 10 minutes, you emerged from the bathroom and went to your private dressing room. Joe was sitting in there with his phone at his ear. You assumed he was trying to call you, but he immediately put his phone down as soon as you entered the room.
He ran towards you and hugged you immediately.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Are you okay?” Joe’s eyes scanned across your face as he awaited your response.
“I’m fine, Joe.” You pull away from the hug, looking anywhere but Joe’s eyes. He used his hand to hold you chin in position to look at him. The moment your eyes made contact, you wanted to melt.
“You don’t have to pretend to be fine with me, Y/n. They’re all insensitive assholes and to be honest, you’re too good for them. You’re amazing babe, and I’m so proud of you for sitting out there as long as you did” Joe’s other hand went down to brush the back of your hand softly as you put your head in the crook of his neck.
“I love you, baby” You let out as a tear slowly fell; you quickly wiped it away.
“I love you more. How about we get out of here and go home? We can watch your favorite movie or just cuddle if you want” Joe suggested, slowly rubbing your back.
“I’d really like that” Joe felt you smile, which caused him to smile.
He would do anything for you if you asked him to. He was just so deeply in love with you, that nothing anyone could say would change the way he feels about you. You were his everything, his entire world, and you always would be.
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carolmunson · 8 months
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there is a gifset of keery looking into what i think is a laptop camera and his face is on the screen and i can’t find it
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anticipatedexhale · 2 years
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Moonlight.
Steve Harrington x gn! Reader.
Summary: a sleepless night transforms into a wholesome cuddle session.
Warnings: pure teeth-rotting fluff, I'm obsessed with steve, wife reader, husband steve just because 🫶, disclaimer english is not my first language so bad grammar.
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It was three in the morning, the bright moonlight shining through the windows of the room, painting so delicately a light blue color around her beautiful skin color, it illuminated from the thick curtains.
She huffed as once more she shuffled around the smooth silky sheets of her bed, trying to find a comfortable position as she tried seeking the sleep she desperately needed.
She looked around at the empty spot beside her, sighing, she missed her husband steve.
He told her that he'd work late that night but she never would have guessed it could get that late.
The empty cup of tea she'd made sitting there on her desk, she turned to hug her husbands pillow finding comfort in the scent he left on it.
Besides the beautiful moon light, the angry red alarm that sat on the desk showed out brightly how late it is.
As if it's taunting her, the clicking sound it made was the only thing that's keeping her from drowning in deep thoughts.
She heard rustling from inside of the house, based on the movement she'd memorized so well, she knew it was her husband.
She immediately got up while running through the hallway, seeing her husband taking off his shoes.
"Stevie" her voice low from the way she was deprived from sleep.
He quickly turned to her, a bright smile spreading across his pretty face, "Baby why are you still awake" he asked in a worried tone.
She whined, a sign that she was frustrated, "couldn't sleep" was the only answer he got when she threw herself on him.
Wrapping him up in a tight hug. Resting her head in the warmth of his neck, nose nuzzling the soft skin.
Steve brought his hand up to rub soft circles onto her back, hoping that she'd relax, turning his head to give her a quick loving peck on her temple.
She hummed in happiness at the loving touch, finally pulling back, she waited until he was ready for bed so she can finally get the comfort that she'd been needing and the sleep she'd been wanting.
"C'mere pretty" he said grabbing her closer yet again, foreheads against each other, eyes filled with hearts and love for each other.
He pulled her up, she immediately got the hint wrapping her legs around his waist, blushing furiously.
His large hands came up to soothe her thighs, the sight of her in his clothes made him melt.
They both got to the bed, resting her head on his chest, both swallowed in each other's presence, he pulled one of his hands , pulling it up to her face, caressing her chubby cheeks, admiring her pretty features.
He wondered how he'd become so lucky to get someone like her, "Pretty, my pretty baby" he whispered, smiling happily.
She pulled him in for a sweet loving kiss, now becoming impossibly close to each other, pulling away she yet again found her spot inside the side of his neck again.
"Try to get some sleep yeah baby? I don't want you to be tired in the morning" he says, pulling you tighter against him.
And that was it. Both your breaths start to even out, finally getting the rest you both needed.
Hands grasping one another, with the two shiny rings that shined brightly in the beautiful moonlight.
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mrrwdock · 2 years
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joe's voice is the best thing you'll hear today!!!
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frankencanon · 2 years
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i need fanfic where steve harrington is more like joe keery in that you'll often see him around and just be like "what in the hell is he doing"
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i need chaotic weird girl steve harrington who grew up with basically no parental supervision and ended up like one of those really eccentric quirky rich kids
and like maybe he was able to tone it down when he was king steve but once he no longer cared about popularity and fitting in...
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manic-eddie · 2 years
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Steve Harrington in his scoops ahoy uniform>>>anything else 🥹💞
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keerysfolklore · 7 months
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I need a day or two to emotionally recover… 🤯 the keery girlies are been fed this month.
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yunirgo · 2 months
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currently thinking of joe keery’s pretty eyes and smile and face and hair and hands and lips and nose and moles and and and
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rehfan · 1 year
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The Steddie Throuple fic is DONE.
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Below is only the first part. Read the WHOLE THING on AO3 HERE.
Choosing to Be Brave
Pairing: Steddie X Fem!Reader; Steddie X AFAB!Reader
Characters: Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson X Reader (fem! AFAB!)
Warnings: smut talk for this portion — see AO3 posting for full tagged warnings please — 18+ only please — young readers no no no! DNI!
Summary: (from Tumblr post/prompt) Eddie watches Steve eat you out like he’s starved
Chapter One Word Count: 1611 // Entire Work Word Count: 7260 — ONLY TWO CHAPTERS IN TOTAL
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CHAPTER ONE
“You want to do what?”
Eddie’s soulful eyes burned into you. He knew you would cave. He knew what power those eyes had over you. You felt yourself melt a little and you knew you were done for. Your gut twisted with nerves. You knew he was only asking, not demanding, but the pressure you had put on yourself was overwhelming and you felt a little sick.
Until now, you, Steve, and Eddie had only kissed and felt each other up. Frottage at most was what was happening in your throuple relationship - at least just between you and the fellas. You were the interloper in their already established relationship; or at least, that’s how you felt. Your skittishness toward the physical extended to the point that you only met with them one at a time, per your insistence.
Because they had already been together before you got involved, it had taken you almost a year as their friend, with you contemplating becoming their girlfriend, to come to terms with the idea of polyamory, the concept of which had been totally foreign to you before you met these two and so they had sat you down to explain it to you.
They were both bisexual and had both been instantly attracted to you upon meeting you. When you first met, you knew they were together and had just assumed both were gay, but when, a few months into knowing you, they both approached you and explained their preferences for both men and women - and specifically their preference for you - you were taken aback. You felt totally blindsided by them. After all, they had become good friends with you and it was… weird to be thought of as anything more.
Respectfully, they had stepped back but left the door of possibility open for you at any time. In the meantime, they continued to be your friend, getting to know you better as the days went by and being as patient as they could for you because they were convinced you were worth it.
Now, a year later, you could see the wonderful possibilities of a strong, communicative relationship with both of these men. With Eddie you had wonderful nights out to concerts and clubs, a mutual appreciation of microbrews, and a love of vintage cars and motorcycles. With Steve, you could head off to sporting events and go out dancing in your best dresses and high heels. And with both of them, you had two hands to hold during scary films and wonderful conversations. Everything was fantastic: what one wasn’t interested in, the other was and you found yourself pleased that all of your interests could be engaged with both of them.
And they loved your company. Eddie was teasing and brash, Steve softer and kind. They were adorable together too. Recently, they had decided that you shouldn’t have to cook for your birthday week and had traded off days where each would make something for you. It became almost competitive and absolutely hysterical for you to watch when, on the last day, they attempted to bake you a cake from scratch. You were well out of the line of fire when the frosting started flying and gripping your sides with cackling laughter when they finally presented the sugary disaster to you. You ended up kissing them both deeply in front of each other that day - something that had never happened before. As you broke the second kiss, both men looking at you hopefully, you excused yourself to your own room and had a small mental breakdown. You created that situation and were instantly overwhelmed by it.
The next morning, things were as they had always been. The boys were fine. You relaxed about it. Life went back to normal. Only it wasn’t normal. You had broken a barrier and weren’t sure what to do now but wait it out and see if they eventually got fed up with you.
You thanked the gods above that they had each other to work out their frustrations on. You could only imagine how they were in the bedroom with each other. Well, you didn’t have to imagine — Steve’s bedroom wall was shared with yours and the boys weren’t quiet. But they seemed content with what they had with one another and that gave you some solace.
Even so, you worried that they were becoming frustrated with your lack of participation, but they never said. Each greeted you with a kiss good morning and a kiss good night. Each touched you affectionately throughout the day. Each spoke pleasantly to you and with each other. There were no problems that either one of them were telling you about, even at your weekly check-in meetings - otherwise known as Friday night dinner. You, on the other hand, knew that the more time that went by with nothing from you, the more these boys would reconsider being with you. Men had needs, after all.
The one time you managed to have both of them in bed with you, all three of you had been dead asleep and fully clothed having come from an out-of-town gig for Corroded Coffin that lasted well past midnight, made a packet of money for the boys, involved you and Steve acting as roadies, and ended the evening waylaid by a busted tire on the highway that took thirty minutes to fix and wound up getting all of you back to your shared apartment well after 2pm. You had to admit: the snuggle factor was tremendous with both boys buffeting either side of you as you slept and the added warmth that cold night in January was another high point.
But nothing had happened. Both of them were too exhausted to try, plus they had this incredible code of respect for you. When you woke in the morning, the only sensation was one of warm comfort. Steve had smiled at you through sleepy eyes. You had brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him. But that’s all. He had stretched and yawned and had gotten up to make breakfast, leaving you to wake Eddie. He had slept like the dead. You had peppered his face with kisses until he had started to come around and had wrestled you in the bed, causing you to yelp and giggle. It had been the best morning you had spent in the entirety of your relationship.
But that was January and now it was March. Even though both men had not given you the slightest hint that they were dissatisfied, you felt in your gut that you were on thin ice. You had to conquer your insecurities when it came to the bedroom or you were going to lose them both, you just knew it. You had to choose to be brave and trust they would be good to you. That’s all there was to it.
Friday dinner had been consumed and dishes cleared away when you awkwardly cleared your throat. “Uh, fellas?” Steve was washing the dishes, Eddie drying, and you were wiping down the table. Both turned to you. God, they were beautiful.
Eddie’s forehead crinkled, “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I was thinking, uh…” Jesus, this was difficult.
Steve looked at Eddie and Eddie did the same. Each was just as mystified as the other. Eyebrows raised on both sides, they regarded you again, abandoning the dishes and coming to you. Eddie on your right, Steve on your left, you didn’t feel intimidated, you felt safe and at home. Still, the words to explain yourself wouldn’t come.
Suddenly, you had an idea to take the power out of your hands and place it into theirs. “I was wondering: what’s one fantasy you’ve had about me in bed?”
Steve and Eddie exchanged another surprised look. “Don’t look so pleased, you idiots,” you said, blushing. “I’m just asking because I… I mean. I might be… willing…”
“Oh Steve,” said Eddie, “I gotta hand it to you man, you were right: wait and she will come.” He leaned in toward your ear. “Only question is how hard you want to come.”
You felt yourself blush again and a warmth spread to your belly, wetness to your cunt.
“Jesus, man!” said Steve.
You couldn’t look them in the eye. “I just wanted to know.” Your voice was small.
Fingers were under your chin, pulling your head up and to your left. Steve. His sweet brown eyes met yours. “Are you sure, baby? I mean, we have a pretty active imagination when it comes to you.” You got even more wet than before and you pressed your thighs together to help give yourself some relief.
“Listen,” Steve went on, “we were waiting for you, it’s true. We can continue to wait. We are nothing if not patient. Because we know that when you are ready, you are going to be divine.”
“Completely delicious,” added Eddie, huffing his warm breath against your neck. You closed your eyes slowly and re-opened them. Steve was still regarding you with his thumb and finger under your chin.
“He’s not wrong,” agreed Steve. “But you want to know one fantasy I have? Just to know it? Not to do it, but just to hear about it?” You nodded. “Well…” Here he glanced up at Eddie. “Actually, I’ve always wanted you…naked, splayed out before me, and I want to… eat you out.”
Eat. You. Out. You couldn’t breathe for a moment. Your heart stopped for a full five seconds, you were sure of it.
Eddie’s breath stuttered. “And uh… I know we’re taking things slow and everything, but if you’d let me… watch?”
“You want to do what?”
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Want the rest? LINK TO AO3 HERE. Enjoy!
Tagged Folks: @chickensinrainboots / @ali-r3n / @silky-luxe / @harrys-tittie
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harrywavycurly · 11 months
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Texting Boyfriend Joe Keery Part 3: First
Masterlist: here
A/N: I figured this would be a cute way to kinda sorta introduced jealous Joe Keery, enjoy✨
*Joe knows you’re excited to see him but also he needs you to understand he has to see you first*
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