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Just Pretend - Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: you're happy to ditch college and visit robin on your breaks, especially because she's befriended Steve Harrington and you can't deny he's easy on the eyes. this winter, however, you're asked to play the role of steve's fake girlfriend, because he's kinda sorta told his parents about you, and you kinda sorta have to kiss.

contents/warnings: fem!reader, pining, fake dating, slight angst but resolved to fluff in the end, steve's evil evil parents

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a/n: another NINE THOUSAND WORD steve fanfiction for you guys. i'm feeding you i'm really feeding you. i hope you enjoy! <333

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frank just has such big hands <33 they're usually all over you, too, greedy and rough and calloused. they can be gentle of course, pulling your sweatshirt over your head and helping you get settled in it. combing your hair out of your face and holding it back after a night of drinking. he's not a hand-holder, but if you grab his and play with it he might let you. he likes the way your fingers look wrapped around his, smaller no matter how big your hands are. he's simply bigger, his fingers are thick and long and his palm is wide and can span both of your wrists easy.

he loves it when you wear skirts because he can slide his massive hands up the hem, pushing it up and grabbing eagerly at what's underneath. whether he's squeezing your ass, stroking against the pad of your panties, thumbing at your clit, it doesn't matter, he just likes how insanely large his hands look as they slip underneath your skirt. you like to watch too- it just feels so dirty, and he always smirks when he catches you staring at his hands.

of course he puts them in your mouth. sometimes he has an excuse, he lets you taste some of the sauce that's dripping off of his burger by sticking his thumb into your mouth and letting you suck it off. sometimes he jams two fingers between your lips to give you something to suck on while he's hitting it from the back. sometimes he does it just to watch, pressing his fingers against your mouth and bullying them inside amidst your squawking about time and place. he likes watching them bulge inside your cheeks and he likes pressing down on your tongue to keep it in place until you start drooling on him.

his fingers are barely prep. i mean they are in the sense that i think his dick is also freakishly large, but he starts making you touch yourself before he does because even his fingers are a bit too thick to ease you open and there's no way in hell he's using any sort of toy to help. no, he's gonna watch you finger yourself open just long enough to get a little bit loose for him, then he'll take over with his much larger hands and get you nice and ready for his cock.

he slaps your ass as much as humanly possible. sometimes it's a pat of approval, when you move where he tells you to move or grab something for him from another room. he mumbles some gruff praise and pats your ass twice as a thank-you for listening to him. other times you're squeezing past him in a tight space and as soon as you get through he's landing a smack on your ass. he likes it when you freak out about it, because you should definitely be expecting it by now. sometimes it's a squeeze, sometimes he grabs it while you're making out and he kneads it with his big strong palms, those thick fingers digging into your flesh and maybe even leaving bruises if he squeezes hard enough.

he won't ever get sick of the sight of his hand around your throat. anywhere, really, he loves grabbing any part of you when you're naked because its his skin against yours, his big massive hands covering your gorgeous body. but your throat- he can completely engulf the entire front of your neck, and his fingers wrap around the back, not touching but farther than most peoples' hands could. he's just so handsy, anytime he can grab you he will.

she is!! she was very sick and needed antibiotics so we got them for her now and she's healing well <3

godspeed soldier!!! after a certain point it's inevitable but i hope you can see it before it gets spoiled for you </3

thank you i am!! i had to make the call for my sick roommate 'cause she couldn't breathe but she's okay now <333

sorry yall would have written out my second punisher fic but had to call 911 instead and they generally discourage you from writing fanfiction in the front seat of an ambulance. Fanfic writer’s curse struck again 💔

you're... something with frank. you're not dating him, he doesn't take you out. you're not just fucking him, you've practically moved in. there's just not a word for you two, you pivot between hate and love every day.

today, in particular, leans closer to hate.

it's only because you've been talking to your friend- in your defense, it's so hard to coordinate a phone call with her, and in his defense, frank has so little time to relax that he likes to spend it in bed with you. he'll take no for an answer, of course, but he doesn't like taking busy for an answer, so when your call with your friend starts bordering on five hours long while you're lounging around his apartment in his shirt and your panties he's got blue balls and he starts getting pissed off.

you're just trying to talk to your friend on the phone and he's in a pissy mood, throwing shit around, slamming cabinet doors and muttering obscene curses under his breath every time you say something particularly vapid that could probably be a text or at least a phone call after he's gotten to blow his load in you. the noise is so disruptive that you snap at him to stop, 'jesus, frank, could you throw your temper tantrum a little quieter? I'm on the phone.'

you've struck a very sensitive chord here; you've made him feel like he's less important than your phone call. and the last thing he'd ever do was admit that, but you can't give him a nice long look at your ass in a thong beneath the hem of his shirt and expect him to sit quietly and wait for his turn- especially when your guys' conversation stopped being important hours ago and has turned into a useless rehashing of past drama. just the look he gives you, before he says anything at all, makes you realize that you might be in trouble.

'are you kidding me?' he asks, his voice a grating drawl, 'you're gonna lounge around my fuckin' place and tell me to shut up? If you don't like it, sweetheart, you can get out.'

You try cutting him off with a hasty 'Frank!' but he doesn't care, hands wildly waving as he gestures while he talks

'You two aren't even saying anything important anyways. You've been talking about old college drama for hours- you don't have anything better to talk about? You're gonna tell me to shut up- weren't saying that last night, were you? How 'bout you tell her about the way I made you fuckin' cream, huh? The way I grabbed you and tossed you on the couch before you could even turn the lights on. You wanna admit to her how loud you screamed? how the whole fuckin' block knows I was poundin' your pussy last night- you wanna talk about that?'

It doesn't matter how many times you try to stop him once he starts shouting, he's not going to. he's so loud the neighbors can probably hear it, but he's not wrong about them being able to hear you last night, too- they probably do know almost everything that goes on in frank's apartment.

all you can manage is mortified silence and he scoffs, that stupid smirk on his face, 'yeah, that's what i thought, princess'

he means it in a prissy way, and maybe he's right that you eat his food and lay on his couch in his shirt but won't look his way. but maybe he's mean too, and you should be able to talk to someone else for a few hours without him getting jealous and throwing a fit. and you two really don't work well together and you just get so angry at each other, but that's where you really thrive with frank. he gets on your nerves and you get on his and you guys fuck it out like animals. he definitely leaves bite marks on you that night, on your ass, on your shoulder, his hands rough and bruising as he manhandles you, murmuring against your mouth that you've gotta 'start behaving otherwise i'm kicking you out, baby'

don't even fuck w frank castle that hard but y'all are gonna be hearing something from me tonight

miraculously the shrimp cocktail after vomiting didn't make me sick again. the several reese's peanut butter cups after the shrimp cocktail almost did but i remained strong

I frew up

I GOT A GIRL GHOST