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Movie Night

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summary: You and your best friend, Steve, have a movie night planned, but things don’t go the way they’re supposed to when Billy shows up.

Tags: smut, threesome, degradation kink, praise kink, Billy’s an asshole, Steve is protective, Eiffel Tower, p in v, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Don’t know where this came from, but I’m glad it did. I have a lot more in the works for Stranger Things, so keep an eye out! The ‘Are you getting fucked by stupid?’ line in this fic was directly stolen from Homelander; all credits to the writers of ‘The Boys’ for that one. Thank you to my biggest cheerleaders, @deangirl93​ and @treat-winchesterswith-kindness​, for beta-ing, I love you both to the moon and back! Hope you all enjoy the filth. 

You can also read me on Ao3! 

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“I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Steve –”

“I swear to God, Y/N, I’ll murder him with my own two hands.”

Steve was pacing back and forth in your kitchen as you watched from a barstool at the counter. You didn’t particularly care that Billy had taken nude photos of you; you had the idea first, after all. But apparently he had a whole lot to say about them in the local gym’s locker room – which you also didn’t really mind – but Steve certainly did.

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A Little Attention

(TLB Dwayne x Fem!Reader NSFW)

Content Warnings: Bloodplay, feral fucking, dom!Dwayne, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Requested Tags: @auntvamp​

He’d been trying to fix his radio for an hour now. Sitting up on the ruined couch tucked into the lobby alcove, a screwdriver held between his teeth, and big, strong hands in the emptied guts of the machine. Dwayne’s dark brows were drawn down in focus. 

Something in the radio sparked, electricity snapping. He swore, shaking a hand before putting it right back in. The damn thing was his baby. He had it strapped to the very back of his bike almost constantly, the low thrum of heavy rock and metal a constant murmur in the night air everywhere he went. Now it had given up the ghost on him and he was determined to revive it. 

But he had also promised to take you out an hour ago. And you were bored.

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I'd want to make an actual pagan sexual ritual. Strap a sub down to a table, naked and facing up. Candles lit around the room. Have a small council of fellow doms, witches, and subs. We keep the sub in question blindfolded and their mouth sealed. We're all in position, some of us gently massaging and caressing them, others assigned to hair brushing, others still kneeling down next to their ear to barely whisper things like "You're doing so good." "You look perfect." Even stroking their head and shushing them if they start squirming in anticipation. Eventually keep a vibe held to their clit/under their balls and refuse to take it off. Lovingly stroke their forehead as they begin violently trying to pull away from the overstimulation, moaning relentlessly against whatever gag or duct tape is on their mouth. Quietly assure them that they will be cleansed of their negative energies, even if we make them cum well into the point of being painful.

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ok, so i know it's technically not a slasher movie but it is a horror game so consider dimitrescu reader? like i feel like it should be written considering the dimitrescu's are basically vampires and it feels appropriate with lost boys!

YES

I’m a big RE slut and I loved village so much you have no idea

Warnings: horror elements, bugs, violence, cannibalism

Why were you in California? Hell, you had no idea. Mother had tasked you with leaving home and going out into the world to find someone more worthwhile for experiments, believing that you were the only one capable of surviving out there, and you had gone with a smile on your face and pep in your step. Seeing what lay beyond the village gates was exciting, and this would likely be your only chance.

The world was different than you’d expected, though. This place—Santa Carla?—was bright and busy, and there wasn’t a single snowflake on the ground. The sun was warm, so much warmer than it was back home, and you never had to worry about getting too cold and hibernating. There was music everywhere, all the time, and people wearing colorful clothing that looked so different from your own dark robe. Was this what the world was truly like? It wasn’t as lavish as the castle, but it was fun, and there was plenty to do.

And plenty to eat.

David was getting annoyed. He knew something was going on. He knew something had crept into their territory, because he and the boys had found three mutilated bodies so far and none of them were fessing up.

He just didn’t know what the hell could be doing it and then slipping away from them so easily.

“Ugh, what’s that smell?” Marko asked one night, wrinkling his nose as he walked.

Paul paused and sniffed the air. “That’s…uh…” he gave another sniff. “Damn, what is that?”

Dwayne was next. “Rotting flesh…”

“No. There’s something else.” David said, tossing his cigarette away to help clear the air around them. The scent was strange, nothing he had ever encountered before, and while it wasn’t necessarily bad, it wasn’t great, either. “Paul, lead the way.”

“You got it, boss man.” Paul kept his nostrils flared, marching off in the direction the smell was coming from.

The others fell into step behind him, preferring to let Paul and his sensitive nose do most of the work. As they left the boardwalk and entered town, Marko gave David a wary glance.

“You think it’s..?”

“That’s exactly what I think.” David growled, keeping his eyes trained forward. “I don’t know what the hell it is, but it’s gonna regret coming here unannounced.”

You heard the rustle of coats and the jingle of spurs just before they rounded the corner into your alley and you immediately let go of your physical form, suddenly poofing into a dense cloud of blowflies. You hovered low, close to the absolutely decimated corpse that had just served as your dinner, and a moment later, you saw them.

Four men entered the alley, all wearing mismatched clothes and sporting dangly earrings. They looked tough, like they meant to harm you, and suddenly, everything your mother had ever said about stupid, vile man-things was running through your head. Well, your figurative head. You didn’t have one. You were a cloud of blowflies.

“Eugh!” Paul covered his nose as he took in the scene before him.

“Looks like we were too slow,” Marko commented. “They’re gone.”

“Something was here, though.” Dwayne said, nodding towards the fresh corpse barely visible beneath a swarm of flies.

“Something’s been here for a while,” Paul pointed out. “That’s what the fucking smell was. All those old corpses.”

He was right. Strewn throughout the alley were corpses in varying states of decay, some a few days old, some more like a few weeks, all of them torn apart. It was like a scene out of a bad, over the top horror movie, and the bugs in the center of it was just the icing on the cake.

David’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Disgusting.”

All at once, the flies shot towards him, and his eyes widened in horror. The boys scattered, shouting in alarm as they took off as quickly as they could, scrambling up the alley walls and clinging to fire escapes or window sills or whatever they could sink their claws into first.

And you, the amorphous blob of bugs, were shocked.

“How did you do that?” You asked, the flies coming back together to form you again.

The boys stared in shock.

“How did you do that?” Marko asked as he hung off the gutter.

“I’m sorry,” you said, twisting your gloved fingers together. “You surprised me. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didnt, kitten,” David snapped, retracting his claws and slowly climbing down from his spot much like a cat trying to maintain his reputation after doing something embarrassing.

You stared at him in confusion. “I’m not a kitten. I’m a Dimitrescu.”

Dwayne hopped down, landing next to David. “A what?”

You tilted your head to look up at him as he approached you and gulped. Maybe mother was right, maybe men were awful and should all be eaten.

But he was so…so delicious looking, and not in a food way.

“A-a Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu! And don’t try anything weird, or I’ll—I’ll eat your flesh!”

The other two landed behind you and you spun around to face them, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Why did it have to be you, the youngest of Alcina’s daughters? Why couldn’t these guys go bother Béla or Daniella? They were at least tougher than you! They’d already have killed these guys, probably, and instead here you were, stammering because you thought they might be a little cute.

Mother would be furious.

“Well, I don’t know of any castles around here, but you sure look like a princess,” Paul winked.

You couldn’t help the small giggle you let out. “My mother is a countess.”

“So what’s that make you?”

“A Lady, i suppose,” you grabbed at your hair, twisting the bloodstained strands around your finger.

“Lady of what, exactly?” David asked.

“My mother has a castle,” you smiled. “I’m a long way from home.”

“I’ll say,” he mumbled.

“What, um…” you glanced around at them. “What are you? I’ve never seen a man-thing jump so high. Or grow claws. No, actually, the lycans do, and…maybe Uncle Heisenberg? I’ve never asked…”

“Princess, I’m gonna have to respectfully ask you what the hell you’re talking about.”

In a moment of bravery, you extended your hand towards him. “I’m the youngest daughter of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu.”

He looked down at your hand, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose as he imagined it turning into flies. Slowly, he took it, and when nothing out of the ordinary happened, he raised it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You were already smitten.

“I’m David. These are Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.” He straightened up. “And we’d like to know what the hell you’re doing hunting in our territory.”

“Oh, that?” You asked. “I…didn’t know there were rules about that. Back home we just sort of eat who we want…”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” Marko asked dryly.

“Nope!”

“David, can she stay?” Paul asked, suddenly moving to your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

David raised an eyebrow. “She’s a cloud of flies, Paul.”

“I’m…um…yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. “Sorta.”

“She’s unique,” Paul said.

“You’re vampires, right?” You asked, looking up at him shyly. “My mother is a vampire, kinda. I’ve never met another one though.”

David was far too intrigued to just let you go now, and with a small sigh, he nodded. “We are.”

“Baby, how the hell does a vampire make a swarm of flies?” Paul asked, grinning down at you as if something was hilarious.

“Oh, it’s…kinda complicated,” you said. “B-but me and my sisters, we’re all like this. Mother isn’t. And her siblings are all different.”

“Your hometown sounds wild,” Marko grinned.

“It’s a very fun place for us,” you nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe not for the villagers, but…”

Suddenly, he was at your other side, an arm around your waist. “How bout we get ourselves some fresh chow and you tell us all about it?”

You smiled at him brightly, your teeth stained red from your recent meal, and he felt himself falling head over heels.

“Okay!” You agreed.

“Hey.” Dwayne spoke up. “This alley needs cleaning.”

“Why?” You asked in confusion.

“The humans will find it. And we don’t need them poking around.”

“Oh. That isn’t a problem back home…”

“If you wanna stay in Santa Carla, you gotta learn the ropes,” David said, nudging at a severed arm with his boot. “Lucky for you…you’ve got us.”

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Maneater | Billy Hargrove x demon!reader NSFW (18+ ONLY)

There’s a new girl in town…and she’s got a killer beauty routine.

AKA Billy x Jennifer’s Body style reader

Requests and commissions are open! 

@smenny @infinitelyforgotten @littlewinter1917 @djiafjaidjcj

Warnings: violence, cannibalism (sorta? Reader is a demon so technically not?) eating people lol, sexual talk, flirtin, smut

(I tried really hard to find a cropped version of this gif but I couldn’t 😩)

You always felt your best after a good night’s beauty sleep, your usual skincare routine, and devouring a boy or two. Sure, it was a little unorthodox, and it was the result of a virgin sacrifice gone wrong (seriously, how did those creepy band dudes think you were a virgin? Ouch), but it was your thing now, and you were totally owning it.

The best part? You wouldn’t have any problems finding fresh meat in your new home of Hawkins, Indiana, because you knew that no matter where you went, there were always going to be stupid, horny boys just begging for you to play around in their chest cavities. You could go just about anywhere and still be able to do your thing, and even though you were in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Indiana, you were excited to check out the locals. Maybe size them up.

Look for someone yummy.

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Pool Daze I Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader I Part 1

First shot back after a super long hiatus, lemme know what ya'll think, and if you want more lemme know.

Warnings: This part is pretty tame... Some reminiscing perhaps...

DEFINITELY 18+, Locker room shenanigins, dom/sub inclinations, unsafe sex, pregnancy risk, CNC(ish?). (Eventually)

You think you'd have planned this day a little better, but when a lazy afternoon nap turns into a frantic game of escape at the Hawkins Public Pool with your on-again off-again fuck buddy, things are bound to get out of control...

Your first mistake was going to the pool when heartthrob Hargrove was posted up, putting on a show for the middle aged women circling below. Just waiting for the chance to catch his eye or get an "afternoon darlin" and a wink, before yelling at the kids for running around 'his' pool.

You rolled your eyes when Mrs. Wheeler 'accidentally' dropped her towel in front of his guard tower and made a show of bending over to grab it.

Billy looked down over his aviators with his signature smirk plastered on his face before calling out, "Looking good Mrs. Wheeler!" Which earned him a giggle and a "Thank you Billy!" before she scampered off to join her gaggle of ogling friends on the patio.

Your second mistake was coming to the pool on the only day it closed early for maintenance.

The third, and most egregious, was drifting off for nap in the warm afternoon sun. It felt so good on your skin you couldn't help but doze off. Surely a few minutes couldn't hurt...

You wake with a jolt as the cool breeze of the early evening stirs you from your sleep. The pool is deserted.

"Shit." You whisper under your breath as you gather your things in a rush. The last thing you wanted to do was run into Hargrove after your last... Interaction with him. Honestly, you swore that was the last time you'd let him get away with fucking you in his Camaro.

His stupid fucking smirk as he pulls you into the back seat.

His little breathy chuckles as he runs his hand through your hair.

His fucking eyes boring into yours as he maintains that jackhammer pace, making a complete mess out of you. The moans that escape your lips as he nibbles his way down your neck. The bruises you quickly explain away in history class. Fucker.

You shake the memory away as another breeze picks up. The pool is sort of spooky when its empty. Quietly you stalk your way to the changing room. You can hear voices, but they don't sound familiar.

Must be maintenance.

You try the door, only to find its locked. A voice calls out, "Closed sorry!" And you curse again, shifting your bag on your shoulder. Looking around you spot the employee changing room, on the opposite side of the pool.

"Fuck it." You quietly sprint across and breathe a sigh of relief as you spot that the door is slightly ajar. This might just be your lucky escape. As you grab the handle you feel a presence shift quietly behind you. Before you can whip around to see who it is, a hand is reaching to your stomach and another lightly slides to the front of your neck. You freeze, but can feel the heat of the other persons body on your back. The hand on your neck drifts across your collarbone as a breath catches in your throat.

You can feel lips grazing at your shoulder, and a low chuckle escapes from the person behind you.

"B-Billy... H-Hi-" You manage to stutter out as you try to will your body to stop responding to the featherlight touches his thumb is rubbing on your stomach. Your hands fist at your sides as you think about anything else besides Billy fucking Hargrove.

"Hey sweetcheeks." He says almost effortlessly, as if this was any normal conversation in the world.

He smells like coconut tanning lotion and the afternoon sun. Maybe a hint of leather and nicotine. Intoxicating.

You've got to get out of here before its too late, before you cant help but lean into his grip, before you let his fingers slide into your swimsuit, before you're moaning his name again as you cum hard around his cock.

His hair tickles your ear as he leans in to speak, drawing you from your train of thought. Fucker.

"I didnt think I'd see you again," His voice is dangerous and low, threatening even. "Especially so soon, doll." He presses you to him to make his point. He nips at a bruise behind your ear, making you hiss through your teeth. Already you can feel that heat starting to pool between your legs. Fuck.

Control yourself, come on. Its not that hard.

But his hand is trailing at the hem on your suit now, and its getting really hard to concentrate.

You take a controlled breath and push him off. You turn to look at him, and catch his eyes drifting up from your body. God he's such a male.

"Yeah, well, you're not supposed to be here today Billy." You try to say with some malice in your voice, but you're not sure it's very convincing. You're kicking yourself mentally. You thought you knew his schedule well enough to maybe be able to enjoy the pool on his off days, but you've clearly fucked that up. And now, you're in trouble.

An amused snort comes through his nose, and he's got that wicked grin again. Fuck he's handsome.... Stop it.

You dont like his stupid hair, or the way his chain dangles over you, or the almost gentle look he gives you after completely ruining you time and again. Stop it.

You especially don't like it when he sneaks you into those secret places at school.... His hands rough and calloused closing around your throat.... His rutting driving you closer and closer as you try to muffle yourself from the people walking by...

Stop. It.

Focus. Last time was the last time. You promised. You couldn't be his toy anymore.

You hitch your bag up, trying to create some sort of barrier, some sort of shelter from being drawn into his fucking arms again.

Focus.

"You never stay late to close, why the fuck are you still here?" You demand, still forcing some bravado to save face. He shrugs, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette and taking a deep draw in. He contemplates your words carefully, amused. Another beat and he exhales, bathing you in smoke. Asshole.

"Well, I cant exactly lock up with customers still inside, right?" He asked rhetorically, voice patronizing and sarcastic. A hardness in his eyes made you shift uneasily from one foot to the other. He was an expert at making you feel like the smallest person in the world. You hated it.

Last. Time.

Focus.

You stumble for an explanation, trying to justify your nap in the sun. "I.... Was working late last night... Thought I could get a quick minute in. Didnt know I needed permission." You spit out, defiantly crossing your arms and standing your ground. "Besides, you could've woken me up at any time, its not exactly like you tried to do your job or anything. Some fucking lifeguard." You roll your eyes, emphasizing your point.

That was mean.

Good.

You can feel him bristle, but his expression remains the same. That stupid, easy smile. Cigarette dangling between two fingers. The evening sun making his hair golden and shiny.

He chuckles, shrugging off your jab. In a second he was calm and cool again, brimming with manufactured confidence. "I doubt they'd care, really." He gestures to the Hawkins Pool sign, "Half the time, management doesn't even order the right chems for cleaning so..." Another draw of his cigarette, now three quarters finished. "I dont think they would've noticed if you spent the night. Dont recommend it though.. the locker rooms are filthy." He shoots you a wink, smiling behind his last puff of nicotine.

Ugh. Males.

"Well, I'm up now, and, if its alright with you, I'd like to get home before dark." You don't have much time, the chill is really setting in and the sky is turning that magnificent pinky orange color. Maybe half an hour? Then you'd be in deep shit back home. Mom is always such a worrier. She's probably called all your friends already, manically shouting down the phone, demanding they tell her where you are.

You shiver, rubbing at your shoulders. God it got cold quick. Billy watches as goosebumps trail up your arms, his eyes lingering where your arms are crossing, obviously filling in the image in his mind. Gross.

He absentmindedly licks his lips, and forces his eyes to meet yours, smile not fading for an instant. He steps around you, opening the staff door all the way. "Be my guest."

"But be careful, its dark in there..." His eyes twinkle, full of mischief, "Power got cut for maintenance, and I just finished mopping." Another wink, and a smack graces your behind as he finishes his sentence, "Its your ass if you get it dirty again, doll"

You whip around, fully prepared to slug him in the face, but the door is already closing, his laughter fading as he goes to update the workers on the situation.

Fucker.

He wasn't kidding. It was pitch black, only the faint glowing of the green emergency signs hinting at where the exits were. Obscure shapes in the darkness told you where most things were. Lockers, showers, toilets. Should be easy enough to navigate.

Or so you thought.

You immediately walk straight into a low lying bench and spill your bag across the floor, flailing as you try to catch yourself from a faceplant. You're almost successful, but the corner of the bench hits you hard in your ribs and you collapse, wincing in agony as the wind is knocked from your lungs.

Ouch.

You lie, completely immobilized, on the floor for a minute as you force short sucking breaths in to regulate your diaphragm. Fucking klutz.

You can hear your dads voice echo through your head.

Fucking klutz. You always had a certain talent for being the clumsiest in the family. So far its only cost a few grand in repairs. A new tv. New screen doors. New carpet. (That one wasn't really your fault, but you took the blame when Steve accidentally lit it on fire. Shit happens.)

A dull throbbing set in to where you hit the bench hardest, most likely angry and red already, well on its way to an ugly purple bruise. You take as deep a breath as you can manage and rise to your knees, carefully searching around for your bag.

A few inches to your right you locate it, and set about gathering your things. Hairbrush. Sunglasses. Suntan lotion. Keys...

The creak of a door in the distance breaks you from your scavenger hunt, as you stop to listen. Surely that was just Billy returning from the guest locker rooms. Faint steps can be heard circling round from the other side of the pool. A boisterous laugh and some muffled conversation can be heard. Yeah, definitely Billy.

You shake your head, re-focusing on finding your things. Change of clothes. Wallet. Where the fuck did your chapstick get to? You strain your eyes against the darkness, trying to make sense of the amorphous blobs on the floor. Was it tile? Was it some discarded item of clothing? Was it.... something more nefarious? You tried not to think about all the things it could be and quickly fish your chapstick from under another set of lockers.

Gross. Billy wasnt kidding when he said it was filthy in here. A clump of old hair attached itself to your hand as you pulled back to sit up. You flick your hand, trying in vain to get it off. It was almost.... sticky.

Ew. Gross. Dont freak out. Its just hair, its fine. Its just someones.... hair. Definitely head hair. Definitely.

A shiver runs through you as it finally drops to the floor. You've gotta get out of here. Its fucking disgusting.

Another creek of a door stops your spiraling. That one sounded closer. Like it was in this building. Like it was one of the outside doors. Like someone was walking in.

Fuck.

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Afternoon Delight I Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader I 18+

A lil Harrington action for ya'll today. Dont you just love a sneaky fuck on the couch?? An audience just adds to the thrill~

Warnings- Hella unsafe sex, voyerism (sorta?), fingering, public sex (it b smut, lemme know if I missed anything)

A.N.- The gang they're hanging with is all the older kids.... None of the babies... Thatd be fucking weird.... 0.o

Steve likes it slow. He likes the control. He loves knowing exactly what to do to make you a pool of twitching nerves at the end of a long day. The lazy, open mouthed kisses in the morning. A hand trailing under your shirt, slowly grabbing at your chest. A sly slap on the ass as you protest getting up for the day.

He especially likes seeing how far he can push you in front of your friends. An innocent cuddle on the couch. A movie playing for the gang, something loud and spooky. Perfect.

His breathing behind you gets slower and more controlled as he scans the room, making sure everyone is preoccupied with the tv. You're blissfully unaware as you doze in and out, tired after a day out. The blanket is cozy, Steve is warm, and this is exactly where you want to be. You hum low, happily snuggling in to drift off for a well deserved nap. You're only slightly aware of his hand resting on your hip.

You're more aware when it slowly starts drifting up and down your leg. You feel him nestle in to the crook of your neck, smiling while leaving small kisses along the length of your shoulder. A giggle escapes your lips as you catch his eye in your peripheral. A small shake of his head, a sharp glint in his eye, and you quiet again, slightly more awake than you were before. Excited.

The hand slips past your hip, and he traces his way across your stomach. Slow, lazy designs play from his fingers as you struggle to maintain your giggles, fighting to stay quiet and unnoticed by your friends. His voice is low and playful in your ear as he warns, 'uh huh...quiet babe...' He shifts slightly, eyes on the others as he adjusts his position behind you, now sort of propped up on his elbow with his head on the armrest above you. You take a shaky breath in. 'quiet'. The word echoes in your head as you feel him settle again. His hand is resting on your ribs now, feeling you fight to control your breath. You can feel your heart fluttering in your chest, the adrenaline starting to spike as the arousal bleeds low in your belly.

Steve's hand moves again, lightly cupping your breast as he fondles you under the blanket. Your eyes close as a breathy sigh escapes from you before you can catch it. A hard pinch to your nipple reminds you. 'quiet'

You bite down on the corner of your lip, casting a glance over to your friends. They're completely absorbed with the movie. Good.

Steve's other arm snakes it's way around the front of your neck, locking you tightly to his chest. You can feel him start to harden behind you, and you take the opportunity to slowly shift your hips, pushing back on him as his hand palms coarsely at your tit. The sharp inhale behind you tells you everything you need to know. The game is on.

Both of you hold your breath as the movie unexpectedly quiets, the scene now focusing on some lost teenager in the woods, the atmosphere threatening and dark. You fight another giggle as you watch the actress bound into what looks like guaranteed death. Gore wasn't exactly your favorite, but trashy horror never went awry.

You're pulled from your train of thought as you feel fingers snake under your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties underneath. You're barely remembering to breathe as Steve's fingers curl around the fabric and shift them to the side. Your excitement is hard to hide, especially as Steve slowly plays with your dripping cunt. Your eyes flutter closed as he slicks his fingers up and down, only barely touching you where you want him to most.

His face gives nothing away, but his eyes are sharp and shining, watching for any signs of the others catching on to what you're doing. A smirk appears on his face as you grab at his forearm to muffle yourself. He's working you a little harder now, your wetness making it effortless. A familiar warmth builds in your belly slowly as he flicks over your clit, the grin on his face getting wider. You bite down on his forearm with a whine when he removes his fingers to readjust himself. That stern glance again.

quiet. You can almost hear him say it, as he quietly fishes himself out of his shorts. You gnaw on his arm impatiently, earning you a hard pinch.

behave. He glances down at you, smile wicked and playful. You give him your best fuck me eyes as you push back again, catching his cock-in-hand with your movements. His turn to groan as you rock slowly, making sure he can feel how wet your hot slit is. His eyes close tight as his hips start slowly moving against yours. They snap open when the movie interrupts with a loud clap of thunder, showing the actress now wet with blood and rain drop a knife to the floor. It clatters along the tile, disguising the stuttering breath he takes to re-orient himself.

He pushes in slowly, stopping every centimeter to watch your reaction. This is his favorite part. You have the cutest little pout as he stops again, half sheathed. You huff, annoyed he was taking so long. You need him.

Tired of his stupid fucking smirk, you snap your hips back hard, taking him to the base. His eyes squeeze tight and the air leaves his lungs as he tries to bite his tongue. It's quiet, but you hear him groan under his breath, 'f-fuck'

His fullness sends tingles throughout your body, and another small giggle escapes you. Two can play this game Harrington...

Your face drops as you catch a glance from Nancy, who looks at you, puzzled at why you're smiling while some poor schmuck gets his throat slit by the protagonist on screen. You shake your head quickly, silently assuring her that you're otherwise preoccupied. Her face turns red as it clicks. Her eyes go wide as she wills herself to keep watching the movie. Just watch the movie. Its easy. Its her favorite. Just.... Watch.... The movie....

You're aware of her staring again, this time watching Steve's face. A sheen of sweat graces his forehead as he fights to remain completely unbothered by your small thrusts back onto him. His eyes shift uneasily as he catches her glace, a sheepish smile on his face. She quickly turns to the screen again, cheeks shining a bright red. Just watch the movie.

Steve gets confident now, burying himself as deep as he can while pulling you impossibly close. His free hand pushes down on your stomach, adding to the fullness of his cock nestling in just the right spot. His fingers work at your clit again, and you can feel yourself clench hard around him, milking him as quietly as you can. You bite down on his arm again as he edges you closer and closer, your hips moving on their own. You don't really care if your friends catch you, you decide, he just feels so good.

You can hear his labored breathing behind you, and you feel his cock twitch inside you, you know he's close. You are too. His fingers pick up their pace, becoming slightly erratic as he slides them between your folds, touching exactly where you need him to. Your back arches as you cum hard around him. A hand clamps your mouth shut as a moan flies from your lips, breathy and hot. Steve is pumping faster now, blanket muffling most of the sound. The movie muffles the rest, as a shootout eclipses the screen.

His moan is quieter than yours when he cums, deep and guttural as his movements slow. You giggle again as he drops his weight on you, arm finally giving out beneath the two of you. A small flurry of kisses cover your face, sweat slicked hair tickling your cheeks as Steve nuzzles you, smiling into your skin. You snuggle in again, letting sleep finally take over, a quiet 'I love you' echoing in your head.

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billy throwing you over the hood of his camaro after an angry drive out to the middle of nowhere. the rough palming and needy scrambling of hands over clothes and zippers. the hard kisses and small gasps for breath as your mouths take turns making bruises on eachother. his grin as he pulls your hair to flip you around. his strong hands holding you down by the small of your back. the quiet hissing through his teeth as he pushes in. 'fuck you feel so good' the heat of the camaros hood nipping at your tits as he slowly drives deeper. 'youre doing so good for me baby' he fills you up completely, he makes you feel like you might split in two. the numbing combination of the freezing winter air and his relentless rhythm drives you to the point of breaking. his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his pace picks up 'you like being fucked like a slut, dont you doll' the quiet of the night being punctuated by the slapping of skin and the deep, needy groans of the two of you. calloused hands slipping between the camaro and your body, snaking their way towards your clit. the moans that escape your lips as he brings you close to the edge. the disappointed hiss as his hands move to your tits instead. 'not yet baby, not yet' the vice grip he has on you as he pulls you back in to every thrust. it hurts. but it hurts so good. the chaffing from the hood edging you closer and closer. the stutter in his breath as he buries himself deeper and deeper. the gutteral groan that escapes him and the mewling whimper that comes from you as you both finally cum. the rumble of the camaro in idle as he slows his breathing, still filling you completely. his mean chuckle at your twitching as he slowly pulls out. 'you look fucking incredible babe'

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Pool Daze I Billy Hargrove X Reader I ~Teaser~

First shot back after a super long hiatus, lemme know what ya'll think, and if you want more lemme know. Got some steamy lockeroom scenes playing in my head for this one ;)

Warnings: DEFINITELY 18+, Smutty, locker room shenanigins,dom/sub, unsafe sex, pregnancy risk, noncon con(?)

You think you'd have planned this day a little better, but when a lazy afternoon nap turns into a frantic game of escape at the Hawkins Public Pool with your on-again off-again fuck buddy, things are bound to get out of control...

Your first mistake was going to the pool when heartthrob Hargrove was posted up, putting on a show for the middle aged women circling below. Just waiting for the chance to catch his eye or get an "afternoon darlin" and a wink, before yelling at the kids for running around 'his' pool.

You rolled your eyes when Mrs. Wheeler 'accidentally' dropped her towel in front of his guard tower and made a show of bending over to grab it.

Billy looked down over his aviators with his signature smirk plastered on his face before calling out, "Looking good Mrs. Wheeler!" Which earned him a giggle and a "Thank you Billy!" before scampering off to join her gaggle of ogling friends on the patio.

The second mistake was coming to the pool on the only day it closed early for maintenance in June.

The third, and most egregious, was drifting off for nap in the warm afternoon sun. It felt so good on your skin you couldn't help but doze off. Surely a few minutes couldn't hurt...

You wake with a jolt as the cool breeze of the early evening stirs you from your sleep. The pool is deserted.

"Shit." You whisper under your breath as you gather your things in a rush. The last thing you wanted to do was run into Hargrove after your last... Interaction with him. Honestly, you swore that was the last time you'd let him get away with fucking you in his Camaro.

His stupid fucking smirk as he pulls you into the back seat.

His little breathy chuckles as he runs his hand through your hair.

His fucking eyes boring into yours as he maintains that jackhammer pace, making a complete mess out of you. The moans that escape your lips as he nibbles his way down your neck. The bruises you quickly explain away in history class. Fucker.

You shake the memory away as another breeze picks up. The pool is sort of spooky when its empty. Quietly you stalk your way to the changing room. You can hear voices, but they don't sound familiar.

Must be maintenance.

You try the door, only to find its locked. A voice calls out, "Closed sorry!" And you curse again, shifting your bag on your shoulder. Looking around you spot the employee changing room.

"Fuck it." You quietly sprint across the pool and spot that the door is slightly ajar. This might just be your lucky escape. As you grab the handle you feel a presence shift quietly behind you. Before you can whip around to see who it is, a hand is reaching around your stomach and another lightly slides around your neck. You freeze, but can feel the heat of the other persons body on your back. The hand on your neck shifts to your collarbone as your breath catches in your throat.

You can feel lips grazing at your shoulder, and a low chuckle escapes from the person behind you.

"B-Billy... H-Hi-" You manage to stutter out as you try to will your body to stop responding to the featherlight touches his thumb is rubbing on your stomach. Your hands fist at your sides as you think about anything else besides Billy fucking Hargrove.

"Hey sweetcheeks." He says almost effortlessly, as if this was any normal conversation in the world.

He smells like coconut tanning lotion and the afternoon sun. You've got to get our of here before its too late, before you cant help but lean into his grip, before you let his fingers slide into your swimsuit, before you're moaning his name again as you cum hard around his cock.

His hair tickles your ear as he leans in to whisper into your, drawing you from your train of thought. Fucker.

"I didnt think I'd see you again," His voice is low, you can feel him press into your back to make his point, "Especially so soon, doll." He nips at a bruise behind your ear, making you hiss through your teeth.

Control yourself, come on. Its not that hard. But his hand is trailing at the hem on your suit now, and its getting really hard to concentrate.

You take a controlled breath and push him off. You turn to look at him, and catch his eyes drifting up from your body. God he's such a male.

"Yeah, well, you're not supposed to be here today Billy." You try to say with some malice in your voice, but you're not sure it's very convincing. You're kicking yourself, you thought you knew his schedule well enough to maybe be able to enjoy the pool on his off days, but you've clearly fucked that up. And now you're in trouble.

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