All Things Unholy // Steve Harrington x Fem!reader
Synopsis: You had gone your separate ways, but you return years later to Hawkins, and your once friend Steve Harrington is a newly ordained priest. How times and people have changed in your little town.
This will probably a series of one shots because I’m a bad person 🥴
Warning: Minors DNI. Priest!Inexperienced!Steve Harrington, oblivious!reader, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving)(sorta), slight age gap (Steve is 30. Reader is 24)
He hadn’t seen you in years. But…there you sat in the very front row seat. You were a ghost from his past, a woman transformed from the little girl he once knew. Oh, how he tried to keep his eyes off of you during the mass, but your bright yellow sundress always wrangled him back. It clung to your curves like it had been sewn on. With God’s help, he thrust himself through the rest of the mass and parted from the altar just as fast. He could not bear to talk to you. Not now. Not ever. Thoughts of you were dancing in his head from just seeing you.
Like an injured lamb, Steve made his way to his office, locking the door behind him. He slouched into his chair, knee bouncing up and down. Nerves upon nerves. Why did you have to come back like that? Why did you have to come to mass looking like that? Did you know what you were doing to him?
The way the sundress pushed up your breasts drove him wild. Perhaps all parishioners in the church could see how you tortured him. You were Lilith come to tempt him. You were a succubus teasing him. You were all things he could not have.
Heat came from his crotch at the mere thought of you, growing hotter and hotter with each passing thought. He grabbed at his hardening member through his pants.
Steve shut his eyes and continued to stroke his member through his pants. It was only a matter of time before fantasy of you flocked his mind. The need for your lips to kiss his cock was ever growing. He wanted to slowly slide his cock in and out of your pretty mouth, letting you take him easily and delicately to completion. Not a person would hear either of you. No one would know.
Darkness. He furrowed his brow. Yes. The need for him to pull you over and fuck your wet pussy on his desk demolished him. What would it feel like to stick his fingers inside of you and stretch your tight walls. Could you handle his member? He grabbed roughly at his cock through his pants.
No, he had to stop.
He stopped touching himself, biting his lower lip. What was he doing? “No, this—this isn’t right. You don’t need her. You don’t need this. Good God help me,” Steve muttered to himself.
Yet, his fingers once again started to massage the tip of his dick through his pants. His imagination wandered.
“Your pretty red lips would look so good…” Steve whispered. He couldn’t even finish the sentence, but the thought remained. Your lips would look exquisite sucking his cock.
Perversive Thoughts // Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: You finally track down Steve in the church for a good talking to.
Warning: Suggestive but still Minors DNI. Priest!Inexperienced!Steve Harrington, oblivious!reader, slight age gap (Steve is 30. Reader is 24)
A/N: I saw a “suggestive” fic and thought I’d try my hand it, sorta. I have a filthy mouth though. 😩 Just a short blurb 
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“I’m so happy I finally got to see you,” You say to him. You’re in his office, sitting opposite him, separated by a desk.
His eyes run over you. Your words are only partially processing in his brain. It’s just enough to keep the conversation going. You’re wearing a vintage leopard print dress. This was even more fitting than the sundress. No flaring a-line hemline. No, a pencil hemline clung to your hips and ran down your legs. It was still church appropriate. No high cut skirt. No cleavage. It was perfectly acceptable. Oh, but how it clung to you, showing off every curve and valley.
“Well, I better go, Steve—oh, I mean, Father Harrington,” You giggle. It was still strange on your tongue. He’d always be Steve Harrington to you.
You got up from your seat and approached him for a hug. He eagerly obliged. This was probably the closest he would have to holding you in his arms.
Steve wrapped his arms around you, a sigh escaping him as your breasts touch against him. The fabric was so light. His hands lower from around your torso down to your hips. He can’t control himself. He wants to pick you up and sit you on his desk before shoving your dress up and eating you deliciously and delectably. His hands run up and down the figure of your body. You don’t care. Something about it you liked.
He placed his chin on top of your head, curling his arms around your shoulders. Thoughts of laying you down on his bed and fucking you plagued him. You were the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. An untouchable angel in his perfect world.
You had to stop dressing like that. You had to stop looking like that. It was ungodly.
