older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader - a slow burn series of blurbs and one shots | modern au!
🎶All I really want is you, what would you do? Laying in the rain with you, middle of June🎶
summary: In between summer days, when the sun barely touches the sky, when no one else is awake, you start to fall in love.
this series takes place over the course of one summer and is told in the form of blurbs and one shots of your run in’s with your handsome neighbor.
warnings: 18+ for my blog and smut in later parts of the story. age gap: reader is 30 and steve is 42, drinking, smoking (steve smokes cigars), mentions of death (peep the widower), steve is not a dad in this one. sorry to my jenny crew.
SERIES PLAYLIST // Steve & Bandit sketch 🧡
Welcome to the neighborhood
Fancy meeting you here
Mr. fix it
Good morning & good night
Whiskey & cigars
I don’t know you, but I want to
Bad idea
Red, white, & boom
Ask me what I’m thinking about
Baby, I’m yours
Heaven knows you better (Epilogue)
bonus blurbs:
First camping trip with Steve at Starved Rock 18+
How Steve treats you on your birthday 18+
Trying a new position 18+
Fire pit cuddling
Steve and Orange Colored Sky Eddie FT call by @carolmunson
steve harrington x reader fanfiction | fratboy!steve | platonic!stobin (i promise) | mentions of cheating (but it's not real cheating) | mean!steve, playboy!steve | sort of friends to enemies to fwb to lovers | slowish burn | angst | hurt ... eventual comfort
summary: When you find out your college roommate/friend robin buckley's boyfriend, steve harrington— who you thought beat all stereotypical frat boy odds— is cheating on her, you find it hard to understand why she still wants to be with him. But there is more than meets the eye. You aren't sure if you want to be roped into it.
Teaser
Rules/Playlist
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven (coming soon)
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Billy won’t stop being a complete asshole to your best friend, Eddie—and you would do anything for your friends. So when he proposes an arrangement in exchange for leaving Eddie alone, you agree.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), dubcon, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m receiving), public sex, facefucking, dacryphilia, mirror sex, voyeurism, coercion, humiliation, degradation, spanking, dom!billy, billy has a filthy mouth, billy is an asshole, bullying (not towards reader), filth fr
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N:
this is dedicated to my beautiful @kirkwhore ! i hope you love it babe!! thank you @punkrockmlchael for my banner, my lovely @meganhartleywrites for being so much help, @28bohemianmoons for hyping me up so much, and all my friends who read this and let me know your thoughts!
Billy Hargrove was such a fucking asshole.
Not that it was news to anyone, least of all you. He was easy enough to ignore at first. Everyone was obsessed with him, he had plenty to occupy his attention. He didn’t pay much mind to you — you were a freak after all, mostly kept to yourself along with Eddie and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys.
That is, until he decided to start messing with Eddie in particular.
It’s not like Eddie wasn’t used to it. Eddie got shit from everyone. He took it in stride, but it still made you feel bad. He was your best friend, and the sweetest guy you’d ever known. He didn’t deserve any of it.
What made it worse was the way Billy targeted him specifically, drawing attention when he just wanted to be left alone, smacking his books to the ground, ripping up the DND sheets he’d worked hours on—and then look straight at you with that smirk, like he was putting on a show for you specifically.
You didn’t appreciate it.
Maybe Billy underestimated you. Maybe he thought you would just stand by and watch, let him be a show off. The surprise in his eyes was genuine when you cornered him outside of the locker room after basketball practice, pushing him up against the wall with a lot more power than you should have against his much larger, stronger body.
“What the fuck is your problem?” You spat, shoving him hard in the chest before stepping back. He didn’t move.
Instead, he raised his arms in mock surrender, that infuriating smirk spreading across his lips again. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, princess.”
You rolled your eyes at the term of endearment. “Don’t be stupid. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Billy’s eyes dragged down your body. You stood up straighter—never one to let him intimidate you—but he wasn’t looking judgmentally, like some of the other Hawkins royalty did. He took in your low cut top with the leather jacket, that little skirt, your leather boots. The bold makeup, the perfectly styled hair—and he made an appreciative sound, deep in his throat.
“What?” he drawled, that stupid smirk still on his stupidly handsome face. It only made you want to punch him more. “You got a thing for Munson, or something?”
You scoffed. “You know he’s my best friend.”
“Hm,” Billy hummed, as if he were thinking it over. “I dunno. Seems like a little more than that.”
You laughed bitterly, running a hand through your hair. “Clearly you’re getting something out of it. I don’t know what you want from us, but Eddie doesn’t bother anyone—“
“Not him,” Billy said simply. “I don’t want anything from him.”
You paused, looking at him with a newfound skepticism. “Then what’s the point? What would make you fuck off?”
That smirk spread into something more like a sinister grin, one that had your heart rate spiking in your chest. “I could think of something…you could do to help.”
You blinked at him. “…Me.”
Billy nodded slowly, pushing off the wall. He walked up close to you, switching the power dynamics in an instant as if he’d just been letting you play with him. He backed you up until your back hit the opposite wall of the deserted hallway, his hand coming to rest next to your shoulder as he leaned in. The scent of cigarettes and cologne lingered on his skin, invading your space even more than his body was.
“I think…” he said slowly, looking at you like a predator studying easy prey. “We could work something out.”
You swallowed, suddenly more flustered than you’d ever felt around anyone. “What…what do you want, Billy?”
He smiled, slow and dangerous. “You help me, I help you. And I think…maybe we can start with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. What d’you say?”
You didn’t think much about Billy could surprise you anymore, but you were stunned. “Excuse me?”
He raised his right hand slowly, as if you might bite him like a cornered animal—which you were considering—and traced his thumb across your bottom lip. Your lipstick smudged ever so slightly, your gaze locked on his blue eyes.
“Come on…” he said, his voice a low rumble in his tanned chest. “You do want me to leave Munson alone, right? What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t…help him out?”
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re an asshole. And a fucking creep.”
Billy chuckled, low and deep and dangerous. Because despite your words, you weren’t pushing him off. You weren’t walking away. And you were still staring at him like you were considering it—like you wanted it.
Even more infuriating was the way he backed off of you, turned around, and walked back into the locker room as if he expected you to simply follow him. Like he knew the invitation was enough, because in what world would you resist?
Fuck him, you thought, even as your legs carried you on their own.
Billy leaned back against the lockers, watching you approach. He slid a hand over the front of his stupidly tight jeans, the bulge straining against his zipper obvious already. You couldn’t help the way your tongue darted out across your lips, like your mouth was watering for it. He didn’t miss it, either.
“On your knees,” he said simply. “Don’t got all day.”
You didn’t know why you listened, immediately sinking to your knees in front of him, the hard tile cold against your skin. You might have bruises there later. Why did that excite you?
The clink of his belt buckle felt deafening in the silence of the abandoned locker room. Your heart was beating so hard you were pretty sure he could hear it. It’s not like you’d never sucked cock before, but not like this. Not at school where someone could walk in at any moment, where anyone could catch you with Billy Hargrove’s dick down your throat.
Before you knew it, his fist was wrapped around the base of that massive cock—even bigger than you’d anticipated, no wonder he was such a tool—and he was rubbing the flushed tip against your lips, his own lips parted in awe, like he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked on your knees for him. For him.
“Open up, princess,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Let me see what you can do.”
He was throbbing in his own grip already, letting out an involuntary groan when you opened your mouth for him. He rubbed the tip of his cock over your tongue, precum already leaking from his slit, his lips curling into that stupid smirk.
“Yeah…” he breathed, pushing his cock in deeper. You opened your jaw wide for him, closing your lips around him, your lipstick rubbing off onto his shaft. “Fuck, yeah, that’s good.”
Once he had his cock in your mouth, he moved his hand to the back of your head, grabbing onto your hair. He wasn’t gentle—nothing about Billy was gentle. You gagged as he thrust his hips forward hard, a rough groan tearing from his chest like something primal and uncontrollable.
“Knew that mouth would feel like this, fuck—“
His thick fingers tangled in your hair, once perfectly styled, now a mess from the way he manhandled you. He guided your head up and down on him while he bucked his hips into your mouth, fucking your face as you gagged and sputtered around him, drool slipping from your lips. The mess only spurred him on more, his rough grunts far too loud for trying not to get caught.
He was so deep, taking everything he wanted from you like he didn’t give a fuck if you were enjoying it, or if you could even breathe. He let out a ragged gasp at the sight of your tears tracking mascara down your cheeks. He had made a complete mess of you, and you both knew it.
“Gonna cum,” he warned in a broken rasp, then his hand was tightening in your hair so hard it hurt, your eyes squeezing shut and more tears falling as he pushed his hips forward completely, grunting as the warmth of his cum flooded your mouth. He kept you there until he had spent all of himself down your throat, hips twitching through the aftershocks.
He let go of you abruptly before he pulled out. “Let me see.”
You didn’t even think. You opened your mouth, letting him see his release on your tongue. Some dripped down your chin, filthy and messy and hot.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes never leaving you as he tucked his dick back away in his jeans. “Go ahead and swallow, baby.”
You did. His eyes darkened as he watched, his chest heaving with his breaths. Then, as if you hadn’t just wrecked him nearly as much as he had you, he smirked again, pushing off the lockers and heading for the door, leaving you there on your knees.
“Clean yourself up,” he called back before he left. “You look like a mess.”
You wish you could say that had been the last of it, that you had kept at least some of your dignity and told Billy that’s all he was getting. But when he came around again, asking for (or demanding) more…
It became a regular thing. Whether it was a quick fuck in the locker room, a blowjob in his car, or Billy taking his time with you when he had the house to himself. It was always transactional, never romantic, and you usually didn’t even want to look at him.
He didn’t like that.
When you climbed into the passenger seat of the Camaro after school, you were expecting another standard hookup, something quick before Eddie started asking questions about where you were sneaking off to. Billy started the engine, peeling out of the Hawkins High parking lot, jaw clenched tight.
It wasn’t like you usually made much conversation, but you felt the need to say something.
“Not driving your sister home today?” you asked, watching the scenery pass by quickly. You wondered if Billy ever even noticed the speed limit at all.
“She’s not my sister,” he grumbled. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel. “And no. She’s going to the arcade with her loser friends. Have to pick her up later.”
You nodded. Your already short skirt was riding up your thighs, and you could feel the heat of Billy’s gaze on your legs. You were surprised when he reached over, resting his large, calloused palm on the exposed skin. That was new.
The car pulled onto Cherry Lane, Billy parking on the street in front of the little white house with its blue roof and screened in porch. He got out without a word, and you followed, like you would follow him anywhere.
You had been in Billy’s room before, but still, every time you stopped to take it in. It was cleaner than you would have expected the first time you came over. His bed was made, nothing on the floor, his records and cassettes organized. The only hint of a mess was the ashtray on his bedside table that probably needed to be emptied at this point.
He had made a little vanity space next to his closet, his things sitting on an upside down milk crate. Billy was pretty vain, but it paid off. He took care of himself—his hair was always styled, and he always smelled intoxicating in a way that made your head spin.
Still lost in your own thoughts, you startled when Billy rested his hands on your hips, the firm planes of his body pressing against you from behind. You could feel him hard already against your back, his breath hot as he leaned forward and kissed your neck.
His teeth grazed your skin, making you shudder, body melting back into his. His left hand moved around your body, sliding up your inner thigh, pushing your skirt up. When his warm palm cupped you over your panties, you gasped, squeezing your thighs together instinctively.
Billy’s laugh was a low rumble against your neck. “You’re soaked, baby. I thought you didn’t like this?”
The whimper you let out was embarrassing. “I don’t,” you said. “I’m only doing this because—“
“Because you’re a good friend, yeah I know.” You could feel the smirk where he was placing kisses against your shoulder now, pushing the sleeve down to reach more of your skin. “So selfless of you.”
The index and middle fingers of his left hand pressed against your clit through your panties, your hips arching against his hand with a quiet huff. He rubbed over that swollen nub, already throbbing with need for him.
Suddenly, he hiked your skirt up, pressing against your shoulders to make you bend over. He pushed the hem of your skirt up to your waist, his hands sliding over the curve of your ass, humming as he took in the sight.
“Look at that,” he purred. Your body jolted at the harsh slap of his palm against your ass, the burn telling you there would be a handprint later. The thought had you squeezing your thighs together again. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ slut. Like to pretend you’re not, like you’re better than this, but look at you. Bent over for me, pussy soaked from just the thought of getting me inside you again.”
You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right—but you didn’t have to. He already knew.
His hands kneaded the fat of your ass for a second longer before he pulled back. “I have an idea.”
You stood slowly as you felt the warmth of him disappear from behind you. You watched with furrowed brows as he walked over to his mirror, picking it up with ease and sitting it in front of his closet, facing the bed.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your stomach tightening in knots. This was a lot easier when you didn’t have to look at him, when he just bent you over and took what he wanted and made you feel good, but now he wanted…what, exactly?
Satisfied with the position of the mirror, Billy turned around, his hands working at the remaining buttons of his shirt. “Strip,” he said simply. “And get on the bed.”
You did as he said, your gazes locked on one another as you both removed your clothes. The air in the bedroom suddenly felt cold as you crawled onto his bed, but before you had too much time to worry about it, Billy was pressed against you from behind, guiding you onto your knees facing the mirror.
Your breath hitched. You could see everything. Your naked body, the way your tits pressed into the mattress when he pushed the top half of your body down, the way your ass was in the air for him, like an invitation.
And—fuck. Billy’s body loomed behind you, all hard lines and sun-kissed skin. But it was the way he was looking down at you, like he wanted to eat you alive, before his gaze moved up to the mirror.
You watched him grab your hips, fingers digging into the skin like he needed to keep you there. He looked at your body from every angle he could see, before his eyes dragged up, a slow smile crossing his features as he took in his own body, too.
“We look pretty good, huh?” he murmured, hand sliding up and down the smooth plane of your back. “Can’t wait to see your face when I’m splitting you wide open.”
Your lips parted as he rutted his bare cock against your ass. You could feel the slick of his precum against you, before he adjusted, grinding his hard length through your soaked folds. He didn’t bother reaching for a condom—never did, not with you. Said he liked to feel every inch, every drag inside of you.
“You ready for me?” he asked, already panting. He always got so worked up before he even got inside you. You could feel him throbbing, aching, like he might lose his mind if you didn’t say yes that very second.
You nodded. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from that mirror. As much as you insisted you didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to acknowledge what you were doing and with who—you couldn’t look away.
“Don’t get all quiet on me,” he growled, smacking your ass harshly again. The jerk of your body rubbed against his cock in a way that made him groan. “Wanna hear you say it.”
“‘m ready,” you whimpered, but it came out more like a beg. You watched the muscles in Billy’s arm flex as he reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, and then—
Fuck.
You weren’t sure which was louder, the way you cried out as the thick head of his cock pierced you, or the ragged groan he let out as he sunk into your perfect, tight heat, inch by bitter inch.
“Jesus, yeah,” he rasped, bullying his cock into your cunt until his hips were pressed flush against you. Even then, he didn’t give you a second, pulling back and slamming into you hard. He knew you could take it, you’d shown him plenty of times by now. “God, you take it so fuckin’ well. A perfect little cockslut, all for me.”
You made a strangled noise as Billy pounded into you. He was so big and so fucking deep, you could feel him in your stomach. He’d only been inside you for a minute and already you couldn’t think straight, fucking you stupid.
“Billy,” you choked, the only coherent thought you could get through your head. That was all that was in your mind—Billy Billy Billy Billy. Your eyes nearly crossed, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Billy’s eyes were locked onto your reflection, his blue eyes darker than ever, the sight of you like that sending heat through his entire body.
“Take it,” he panted, skin glistening with sweat. “Yeah, fuckin’ take it. So tight, baby, pussy’s so fuckin’ tight for me, and taking every inch. Fuck—“ A choked moan punched from his lungs, his head dropping forward for just a second before he looked back into the mirror. “God—shit—“
He adjusted the angle of his thrusts and your arms collapsed, back arching deeply as he grabbed your hips and kept fucking into you. Your eyes rolled back, tiny little ‘uh uh uh’s the only thing you could manage. Billy laughed, breathless and lost in the pleasure, his head tilting back to expose his strong neck, tensing with the effort of his thrusts.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up until you were looking straight at your own reflection again. “You’re gonna watch,” he growled, holding you there. “You’re gonna watch yourself get fucked, y’hear me? Look at how much of a fuckin’ slut you are.”
“Billy, I—“ you choked on a moan, crying out so loud you were pretty sure the neighbors could hear. You watched him watch you, a flush covering his cheeks, neck, and chest. “I can’t, I—I’m gonna—“
Billy smirked, hips rocking into you impossibly faster. The obscene sound of skin on skin filled the bedroom, your cheeks heating in embarrassment at how wet you were around him—god, you could hear it.
“Gonna cum?” he asked, his voice sweet and condescending. “Just from my cock, baby?”
You nodded quickly, that band in your stomach tightening, feeling like you could snap at any second. It felt like a wave was building that was going to take you out completely, leave you ruined and broken and gasping for air. Billy groaned deeply at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him, and he moved forward, pressing his fingers to your clit, making your knees buckle.
“Keep telling yourself you’re doin’ this because you have to,” he rasped in your ear as his fingers worked you the way only he knew how. “Keep telling yourself you don’t like it, that you don’t think about my cock every second it’s not in you. If it makes you feel better, baby, tell yourself whatever you want.”
You saw stars as you came, screaming his name and babbling whatever nonsense spilled from your fucked-out brain. Your walls tightened and throbbed and clenched around Billy’s cock, and you felt his hips stutter before you felt the warmth of his cum spilling inside you. His cock jerked within your tight walls, his moans loud and unashamed as he emptied himself into you.
He rode it out until neither of you could take it anymore, hips thrusting shallowly until he finally pulled out. You felt it—the warmth of his cum spilling from your aching core, dripping down your thigh. You watched Billy’s reflection as he watched your used pussy, still throbbing and dripping with him, and hummed while he took in the sight, committing it to memory.
Your shaking limbs finally gave out as you laid flat on his bed, breathing heavily, still staring into that mirror as Billy climbed off the bed. He cleaned himself up, reaching for his clothes. He glanced over at you again.
“I can take you home,” he said, far too casual after what he’d just done. He zipped his jeans back up and ran a hand through his hair, still a little sweaty and sticking to his forehead. “I, uh, gotta go pick up that shitbird from the arcade.”
You nodded, finally pulling yourself together enough to lift your body from the bed and pick up your own clothes. You didn’t know why, but something about it felt different this time. Maybe because you had finally seen him, actually watched him while you did…whatever this was you were doing together. And now the image of his face when he was inside you was burned into your brain.
“Okay,” you agreed. “Um—“
“I’ll call you,” he said, putting an end to whatever stupid thought might have been about to voice itself. “Tomorrow.”
“I have Hellfire tomorrow—“
“Right,” Billy said, wearing a cocky grin. “Gotta hang out with Munson.” He stepped closer to you as you were just finishing buttoning your shirt. “Let me know if you can still feel me when you’re with him,” he whispered into your ear. Then, before you could even process it, he was gone, keys in hand and walking back towards the front door.
You stood there, frozen in Billy’s bedroom. Some kind of mix between shame and guilt clung to your skin, even though you knew you were only doing this for Eddie’s sake in the first place. That’s still all this was…right?
Fuck.
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warnings: female reader, voyeurism, Steve being a peeping tom, oral sex, smut, mentions of death and Vecna.
Steve laid in his bed and couldn’t sleep. The only thing he could think about was what had happened that day.
After the gang had left the gun shop and spent the rest of the afternoon making other makeshift weapons it had grown quite late.
Nancy and Dustin had voted for going into the Upside Down and attacking straight away, but Eddie, Y/N and Lucas had voted for waiting until morning, going through the plan one more time, and trying to catch up on some sleep.
Erica and Max had shrugged, and finally it was decided that they would spend the night at Steve’s house. It was big, there were no parents to interrupt and enough food for them all.
Steve’s house, or more accurately, his parents, had two guest rooms, then there was the master bedroom – rarely used – and Steve’s room.
They voted that Max and Erica would take one guestroom. Y/N, Nancy and Robin would take the master bedroom, sharing the biggest bed. Then Eddie, Dustin and Lucas would take the last guestroom. Eddie made a cot for himself with some pillows on the floor, leaving the bed to Dustin and Lucas.
Steve had gone to bed in his own bedroom. Alone. And while he couldn’t help but thinking about what would happen the next day, it wasn’t the foremost thought on his mind.
He thought about Nancy. About how she and Steve had talked when he drove the ’borrowed’ RV.
How he had admitted he wanted to have six kids – ’nuggets’, as he called them – and ride around the country in an RV just like the one he was driving. That he wanted to settle down in Hawkins. Have family, completely different from his mom and dad.
And how he had told her that he had always imagined she, Nancy, would be a part of that fantasy.
Nancy hadn’t said anything, but the look on her face... yeah, Steve got the hint immediately. There was no room for Steve and six kids in Nancy’s future, that was clear as day. At the most, they would remain friends.
Steve supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. Nancy had been done with him two years ago. But these few days it had felt like... like there was a new chance.
But he was clearly wrong.
And it stung.
Then he heard a noise, forgetting all about Nancy and the hurt he felt.
He immediately sat up. Had Vecna gotten to Max? Or had Vecna let loose a bunch of demogorgons, storming the house?
Steve got out of bed soundlessly, grabbing his trusty old bat from inside the closet, sneaking out into the upper hallway.
First he stuck his head into the guest bedroom with Erica and Max, exhaling a breath of relief when he saw that Max was sleeping, her headphones over her ears, hopefully with Kate Bush on repeat.
Erica was sleeping too, not moving a muscle.
Steve closed the door, still convinced he had heard something.
Then there it was again! A small noise, almost like something scraping against the floor!
Soundlessly he walked down the stairs, bat ready to fight any monster that might have gotten inside.
However, when he came through the doorway to the dining hall he stopped dead in his tracks, jaw dropping.
Then he quickly moved to the side so he wouldn’t be seen. Not that he thought there was much risk of it. The two people inside the dining room, one sitting on the table, the other kneeling in front of it, was clearly very busy, not noticing anything other than each other.
One of them was Y/N. Sweet Y/N, whom Steve had gotten to know at the same time as Robin when they worked at Scoop’s Ahoy together. She, just like Robin had gotten dragged into the mess with the Russians, the Mind Flayer and the fire at Starcourt Mall.
Steve might have flirted a little bit with Y/N, but back then he’d mostly had his eyes on Robin – that was before he knew about her sexuality – and after all that, when the truth serum had made them all brutally honest… there just wasn’t any room for romance between Y/N and Steve. They had seen each other high as kites, sick as puppies in the mall’s restroom’s and hidden away from the Russians in the mall’s movie theater, looking like they’d gone ten rounds in a boxing match with both hands tied behind their backs.
That created a deep bond between people. Steve loved Y/N like a sister, just like he loved Robin, but… after that first initial flirt he had never thought about her romantically. Or sexually.
But someone else clearly did. That, and more.
Y/N was sitting on the table, legs spread, naked except for a purple bra covering her breasts, one foot on the table, while the other was resting on the shoulder of the person kneeling in front of her, face buried between her legs.
And by the looks of the curls that Y/N’s hand was clutching, that person was Eddie Munson.
Steve realized he shouldn’t be surprised. Dustin had mentioned that Y/N often laughed at Eddie’s antics in school, his speeches in the cafeteria, and that she had asked about Hellfire club.
Because of that, Dustin and Mike had asked her to be the stand-in for Lucas during the Championship game.
And Steve had noticed the lingering glances, the little touches that had happened ever since this mess started, with Chrissy’s death and Vecna.
Apparently Y/N and Eddie had decided to make the most of what might be their last night alive.
Steve watched Y/N, how her mouth hung open, how she clutched Eddie’s hair, how her breast rose and fell as she panted, clearly close to the edge.
He felt like some goddamn pervert, spying on them, but... for some reason it eased the ache in his own chest, the one caused by Nancy’s rejection. Seeing this moment between Eddie and Y/N. It was like… it made him happy for them and even second hand happiness… was better than the emptiness he had felt up until now.
Maybe Steve should be offended – they were fucking on his (well, his parents) dining room table – how depraved was that?!
But he wasn’t. He was just glad they could have this moment, since none of them knew what would happen tomorrow.
Steve could hear the wet sounds from Eddie, how he devoured Y/N’s pussy like it was a sweet dessert.
Steve could see how Eddie used one hand, most likely fingering her while still licking, sucking, slurping.
Who would have known that Eddie ’the freak’ Munson was such an expert on eating pussy? It was apparent with the way tears streamed down Y/N’s face and how she tried to keep her sobs, moans and breathing down, so to not wake anyone.
He suddenly saw Y/N’s head fall back against her shoulders, how she tensed up, back arched in a bow, thrusting her hips wildly against Eddie’s mouth. She was cumming. Hard.
Steve registered that he himself was suddenly rock hard. Even though he didn’t thought of Y/N like that, and he barely knew Eddie even though they were getting there. But this... this was so erotic, so... somehow sweet and yet hot, that he couldn’t help but be affected.
Eddie rose to his full height and made a show of pulling his fingers out, sucking them clean, and then smashing his lips against Y/N while she wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, definitely tasting herself on Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie started to unbuckle his belt, and pushed his jeans down, just enough to get his cock out, Y/N’s hand immediately wrapped around it, starting to move her hand up and down.
Steve’s eyes widened. He himself had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to his cock, but it was obvious that neither had Eddie.
He didn’t see much else though, because Eddie started to move his hips, evidently sliding it through Y/N’s still wet folds, making her moan.
”But Eddie... don’t you want me to...?” she whispered and Steve understoood she wanted to return the favor – suck Eddie off.
”No, princess. Need to be inside you so badly, need to fuck you,” Eddie replied, his voice hoarse.
Y/N nodded and finally Steve could see how Eddie thrust with his hips, clearly pushing into Y/N. Both of them froze, clinging to each other like they were drowning.
”C-can I...?” Eddie stuttered out after a moment of silence and Y/N whisper-yelled:
”Move!”
Steve couldn’t help but smile at the urgency in her voice, how she made it sound like she would die if Eddie didn’t start moving right then.
Eddie didn’t need to be told twice; he started snapping his hips, pushing his cock back and forth into Y/N’s cunt, the wet sound of sex and flesh slapping against flesh.
”Fuck, princess, you feel so good!” Eddie got out through gritted teeth, thrusting so hard that the legs of the dining room table – the table Steve’s mother had so proudly bought in a catalogue from New York – were scraping against the floor, moving with every forceful push.
”Oh, Ed...” Y/N moaned, her scratching at Eddie’s back, leaving red marks behind.
Eddie buried his head against her neck, making her whimper, so Steve guessed he sank his teeth into the soft skin there. It would’ve been what he would do.
Steve could see that they were both getting close. Eddie’s curls was sticking to his neck and naked back from sweat, Y/N’s forehead was pressed against his shoulder, small ’uh, uh’s’ coming out of her mouth.
Then, finally, she froze in her movement, biting down on Eddie’s collarbone, her legs shaking around Eddie’s waist. Steve saw the expression on Y/N’s face and knew that she was having an intense orgasm.
Eddie was grunting a little when Y/N bit down on his shoulder, but other than that he kept going, his groans growing louder as he held her so hard Steve was certain he would leave marks, as Eddie was cumming as well, his hips thrusting wildly as if he couldn’t get deep enough in Y/N’s pussy, bringing him so much pleasure.
Steve leaned against the wall, feeling a sort of calm fall over him as they both stilled, the afterglow of the orgasm visible on their faces as Eddie kissed Y/N’s tears away and Y/N’s ran her fingers up and down Eddie’s back.
Then, suddenly Y/N looked over Eddie’s shoulder and met Steve’s eyes. Y/N’s eyes widened and she gasped, before exclaiming: ”Steve!”
Steve panicked, he couldn’t think clearly. So he did the first thing his brain told him to do – he turned tail and ran.
Meanwhile Eddie was frowning at Y/N. ”Did you just call me ’Steve’?” he asked, a bit of anger in his voice, and Y/N shook her head. ”No, it was Steve! He was standing there… right there,” she said, pointing to the doorway. ”He was watching us!”
The dull sounds of someone running upstairs was heard and Eddie grumbled as he pulled out of Y/N, wiping her down with his bandana until she’s stopped leaking his jizz.
Then he kissed her forehead, and gave her back her panties, which he had stuffed into his back pocket before turning around and stomping upstairs.
”Harrington! Don’t think you’re getting off that easy!” he snarled, but quietly, still wary of the rest of the gang sleeping.
Meanwhile Y/N pulled her panties on, laughing so hard she almost fell.
𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗔 𝗔𝗨 ⋆𓇼⋆.ೃ࿔:⋆ 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗢𝗡
Steve finds a girl in his pool. A very wet, very bloody, and very scaly girl. mermaid!reader
all in one place — newest first
the first fic
you attempt to figure each other out
Steve tells Robin about the mermaid
you are nearly discovered
you spend a few hours in bed
Steve takes you back to the pool
you meet Dustin and Eddie
Eddie teaches you how to swear
Steve gets hurt by the pool
you ask for company
you have a hand to heart
Steve gets you some bikinis
you, Steve, and unending eye contact
you don’t understand and get upset
you give Steve an important gift
everyone tries to cheer you up
an animal outside scares you
you make a big change
Steve takes you to the mall for clothes
Steve explains ‘want’
Robin discovers your new features
you take your first bath
Steve feels you ‘purring’
you get the wrong idea about Nancy
you go klepto, to Steve’s distress
you take a bite out of Steve’s arm
you need Steve to explain real kissing
Steve gives you your kiss
there’s an intruder in the house
you hurt yourself making a bagel
Steve realises what’s missing
you wake up in an unfamiliar room
Steve’s guilty conscience creates distance
you and Hopper have a talk
you get a kiss for your headache
Steve takes you to lovers lake
౨ৎ "he treats you and makes you feel exactly how a man should make you feel. whichever girl gets that man one day will be lucky" – sarah hindsgaul about joe keery
summary: tillmans. all they do is ruin lives. five years ago, roy tillman ruined yours and left you to pick up the broken pieces of your family. one night, your anger gets the best of you and you venture out to get revenge. only problem is, gator tillman catches you. you never expected to see underneath the steel facade of the sheriff’s first born son. but you do. you never expected that he would recognise your rage as years of grief. but he does. you save each other in the only way you know how. sweat soaked sheets, apologies whispered against skin, gripping to each other till it bruises. salvation isn't real and yet, it's starting to feel like it could be. but you could never love a tillman. all they do is ruin lives.
tags: 18+ mdni, enemies with benefits to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, slowburn (emotionally), swearing non-stop, mentions of childhood trauma and abuse, heavy plot driven smut, biblical allusions and blasphemy?, takes place in a universe where the events of fargo s5 don't happen
titsay
jbbartram-illu
izzy806
2087
germansingergirl
baratheonpilled
yousharknotpass
