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back from the dead to talk about billy grinding against your boot.

he tries to act like he could be doing anything else, but the pleasure’s too good, and the bite of the leather against his denim-clad crotch feels like heaven, and when his pace stutters and his forehead falls against your shin you just know.

“did someone cream their jeans like a teenager?”

“fuck off.”

a beat. and then—

“…yeah.”

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give me something more , hold me in your arms | 1.4K

𖦹 billy x male reader

𖦹 18+ , minors dni , the usual

𖦹 cw: smuuut , porn sprinkled w/ plot , lots n lots of swearing , internalized homophobia , mild dumbification , spit kink , dubcon (billy’s not entirely willing) , semi-public , impact play , sub!billy , undernegotiated kink

overview: billy’s finishing up his shift at the pool , busy washing off , getting dressed , when you come stalking into the locker room looking for a good time . he pushes at first , but he can only fight for so long .

before you read: i’ve never done an x reader before— imagines and blurbs sure— but i’m a virgin with fics . also purposeful lowercase , i’m trying to create a vibe here. enjoy , freaks ˎˊ˗

the hawkins community pool was total shit.

billy’s seen his fair share of pools, found places to loiter around whenever his old man said he wanted him gone for the night, but this— this place kicked rocks.

there was nothing to do, ‘cept for a lousy diving board and popsicles for two quarters on weekends. but it paid, and money is money is money, so. he still shows up, still wears the mandated red trunks that hug his thighs and squeeze at his ass, and blows his whistle whenever a fucker gets too bold in the water.

and, of course, the added perk of being ogled by all of hawkins. girls, younger and older— way older, if the moms in the skimpy one-pieces were anything to go off of— and a few boys who think their glances are fooling someone.

one boy especially, but— billy doesn’t think about the boys. can’t, not when neil’s a fucking mind reader, apparently, not after the shit that went down in california.

he knows better. keeps himself in the right.

hides his queer pornos like a good boy.

it’s whatever, anyways. there’s no one around to stare at him now. the sun’s rapidly setting, and the pool’s done for the night, leaving only billy left to close up.

it’s creepy out here in the woods, shit going bump in the night, but the closing shift pays a couple cents more, and billy’ll take what he can get. anything to get the fuck outta doge faster.

every penny is one step closer to the pacific, away from the hellhole that’s backwater indiana.

as billy climbed down from his ladder and walked down the dim corridor to the lockers there was a noise, unmistakable, that made his head jerk to the side, suddenly alert.

“hello?” he called, his eyes scanning the darkness around him. “if someone’s out there fucking with me, you better show yourself. ‘cause i’ll punch first, ask questions later.”

no one answered, and billy willed his face not to go red. served them right. people should fear him.

the thoughts of someone— or something— being in the pool with him faded as he stepped under the shower spray, hands fiddling with the knobs till it was scorching.

back home max liked to use what little hot water they had left, uncaring of anyone else, freckled bitch, but here billy could stand under the water for what felt like ever, and it would never go cold.

eventually, though, his fingers pruned and his legs started to ache from being in one stance for so long, and he shut it off, moving to his locker for his towel.

it was as he was toweling himself off that he heard a voice. your voice.

“‘punch first’, huh?” you said, voice teasing, walking up to stand behind billy. his breathing pitched, and from where you stood you could see his jaw clenching.

“it was you?” he said, looking over his shoulder. his eyes did a once-over on you, before frowning. “the fuck’re you doing here so late? pool’s closed. can’t you read?”

“can’t you say a ‘hello’? s’common courtesy, hargrove.

“get lost,” he bit back, already turning to face his locker, reaching for his deodorant stick. pointedly ignoring your presence.

hm. not the reaction you wanted.

“billy, turn back around,” you murmured, one of your hands coming to touch his shoulder, skin on skin. he shivered, but didn’t listen. “billy,” again, “don’t act like you can’t hear me.”

“what’s your problem?” billy shouted, reluctantly turning back to give you a harsh glare. “touching me like some- like—“

“go on,” you goaded, “say it.”

billy went a little red, stumbling back till he ran into the lockers, startled like he forgot it was behind him. the towel wrapped around his waist fell at that exact moment, and he didn’t even move to pick it up, just stared straight ahead.

“f-freak,” he stuttered out, though his voice betrayed him.

“‘freak’, he says, while he’s sporting a half-chub,” you joke, and it’s only then does billy realize, looking down and quickly bending down to grab the towel and cover himself back up.

“it’s a little too late for that, but i like your effort.”

the teasing, the casualness you portrayed— it fucked with billy’s mind, made him see red, but also made his mind a little fuzzy. he didn’t wanna ruminate on that, didn’t think he could, if he wanted to.

“listen. it’s late, dark, and we’re the only two here.” your hands moved to reach for the towel, and he didn’t protest it, though his eyes darted to the movement. “no one would know. just us, yeah?”

and for some reason, the half-baked idea didn’t seem so bad. maybe it was all some kinda purgatory dream. the chlorine had finally caught up with him, and he was dreaming all this shit. only—

you were real, and you were there, pulling the towel down. no amount of chlorine could do this.

he watched as you let the towel drop to the floor, and kept watching when your hand wrapped around his cock, still a little damp, and gave it a tug.

a noise punched out of billy, followed by a whine as your hand didn’t stop, but kept moving, slow, so, so slow, over him. he could do this, a handy was nothing— child’s play.

didn’t matter if your thumb rubbed across his slit and made his legs shake, or that he was starting to drip some. “don’t- don’t stop. s’good.” he blinked up at you, eyes wide and a little unfocused. “so good.”

“i know, i know,” you cooed. he was so easy, it was almost comical. a few jabs, a little teasing, and he let you take the reigns. almost like he was looking for a reason to be used. “why don’t you spit on it, for me? get it nice and wet.”

billy’s stomach clenched at the thought. he took a second, tongue moving, before he aimed down at his dick and spit, hips bucking some when you began spreading it around his length.

“look at that, all messy. i can’t believe you waste this pretty dick with the sluts of hawkins. bet they don’t know the first thing about making you feel good.” your brows furrowed as you spoke, jealously curling inside of you. billy wasn’t yours— and you knew that— yet the thought of him with a girl that only sat on his cock for like, two point five seconds upset you.

billy, beneath the bravado, was so precious. something to handle with care, golden and tan wrapped up in a big ‘fragile’ sticker.

“gonna cum,” he whined, hips rabbiting up to thrust in your hand, “m’gonna cum, please, please.” billy’s voice sped up, and just as he was about to shoot off you took your hand away.

he groaned in disbelief, hips still moving, yet his orgasm ripped away. “the fuck was that for?” he growled, and you didn’t like that tone.

it was quick, a slap to his face that had him moaning and his cock spurting out another glob of pre. “watch your mouth,” you whispered. “i don’t have to give you shit if i don’t want to.”

“m’sorry,” billy mumbled, swiping at his eyes with the backside of his hand. he was shaking a little, poor thing. “just please keep going. just need a little more, c’mon.”

something in you wanted to draw it out, make him beg some more— he was such a pretty crier— but you relented, figuring if he was willing enough now then there’d be time later, and you two could go longer.

billy locked up some when you began jerking him off again, lip between his teeth, mumbling incoherently— mostly a steady stream of please and more, more— until he was back to the brink of climax.

“i could’ve been anyone, billy, anyone,” you said, hand speeding up, “and you’re just here, all alone at the pool, naked and barely covering yourself up, so indecent. bet you would’ve pretended to drop your towel for them, too.”

billy didn’t— he hadn’t— dropping the towel was an accident. he wasn’t paying attention, that’s all. you took advantage, and he let you, because, well.

he didn’t want to think why he let you.

instead he focused on the good, on the pleasure coursing through him as he bucked once, twice, before cumming all over your hand. he sagged against the lockers, tonguing at his bottom lip.

fuck. he was so, so fucked.

when he looked up at you, though, blue eyes blown to shit, a little watery from it all, it felt like things were gonna be alright.

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billy likes getting sucked down in the hideout’s bathrooms btw

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— le freak c’est chic

♱ pairing: billy hargrove / male reader

♱ cw: 18+ smut, pwp (prn without plot), sub!billy, bottom!billy, blowjob, face fucking, lots of spit, probably friends with benefits, name calling (“cocksleeve”), pretty short. let me know if i missed any. NOT PROOFREAD.

♱ synopsis: you and billy fuck in the bathroom at tina’s party right before he beats steve’s keg record.

♱ note: first time posting on here, pretty nervous. tumblr’s real nice though, i hope you enjoy reading this! reqs open.

you watched as billy kneeled down, so eager to please. his fingers shakily reached for your zipper, a few tugs and his cheeks flushed.

lucky you.

it was embroidered on the inside of your jeans, billy loved it. he is lucky, so so lucky. “need me in your mouth, blue?” you cooed, hand reached out to caress his cheek.

“need you. please. need you so bad.” his voice a tiny bit higher from desperation, his mouth feels so empty without you in it.

you took out your cock from your jeans, both of you decided to go commando tonight. billy’s tongue lolled out, ready to take you.

you slapped the tip on his tongue a few times earning a whine from him. you wanted to ruin him, make his lips all slick and pink.

billy felt your hands hold onto either side of his head, he looked up and he immediately knew what you wanted to do.

“fuck me already.”

that was all you needed to hear. without warning him, you bucked you hips, making him take all of you down his throat. thank god for no gag reflexes.

billy’s hands gripped onto your thighs, nails digging into the thin denim. his eyes filled with nothing but lust, almost rolling back with every thrust.

“you like that? fuck, you make such a nice cocksleeve, blue.” billy shivered at your words, he loved it. he’s happy that you use him in any way you want.

“y’know, not many people know i’ve got this in my pants. when they do though, they’re so fucking lucky… you’re lucky aren’t you, billy?” you asked him knowing he can’t answer, almost like you were making fun of him.

billy reached down to palm himself through his jeans. he knew you won’t allow him to touch his aching hard on so a little friction won’t hurt.

he could feel his throat getting used to your shape, hell, his throat is only for your use at this point. billy moaned, his throat closed around you, eliciting a groan from you.

your hips continued to thrust into him at a fast pace. billy didn’t care, having you in any of his holes is enough.

he watched as your breathing got heavier, your thrusts grew sloppier. face to neck down was covered in pre and spit, it’s disgustingly hot.

he felt you twitch, he rubbed himself harder through his jeans, getting ready to cum with you. until you removed yourself, billy cried, his lips running after your cock.

“calm down, blue. wanna come all over your face.” you groaned, heavy, uneven breaths. your hand wrapped around your cock and you jerked off right in front of him.

it was all wet from billy’s spit, so fucking hot. those blue eyes that you love so dearly were looking right up at you, watching your tip pour out more pre.

“get your tongue out baby.” you ordered and he immediately obeyed like a little puppy, your little puppy.

with a few more thrusts, you came. billy’s eyes fluttered. “thank you. fuck, th—thank you.” he babbled, all cock drunk.

billy swallowed the cum that landed on his tongue and there was still more… all over his face. you leaned down and kissed him, teeth clacking.

it was desperate. you were as desperate as he was. suddenly, you licked his cheek, tasting yourself.

billy whimpered, you’re too much. you really are gonna break him.

“need me to return the favor?” you lazily asked and looked down at his jeans, now with an obvious wet spot. “oh, don’t think you need me to then.” you teased.

you lifted him up, his body was jello, as if no bones. “be meaner next time.” billy quietly spoke, voice hoarse.

“yeah? want me to make you cry?” you cooed and he whined in response, nodding so hard.

you lightly chuckle, you put the toilet seat cover down and sat him on it. you took a towel and ran it through lukewarm water. billy is still new to the whole ‘aftercare’ thing, not used to it at all.

you smiled as you cleaned him up, his eyes closed with relaxation, planting a few last kisses all over his face. “all done. you ready to get back out there?” you asked referring to the party, you knew he still wanted to beat that keg record.

“yeah,” billy slowly stood up, taking his time to get to the door and right before he leaves, he forcefully grabbed you by your collar. “next time, fuck my tits.”

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sub!top billy but it starts as him showboating how easy it is to take you down a peg and it ends with him begging that he can’t take it, can’t do it and still doing it anyways

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billy keeps his hair long with a motive.

he wants it to be pulled— wants to get tugged around like a ragdoll and just take it.

before every date, every hangout— hell, every passing moment— his curls are bouncy and freshly-moussed, waiting to be yanked to ruin.

waiting for someone— anyone— to put him in his place.

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billy hargrove: in every scene — 3.01 chapter one: suzie, do you copy?

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all about mybillyobsession this blog .

- no minors . if u got past the pinned post this is your final stop . come back when you’re legal .

- i’m queer (any pronouns are fine) so expect lots of queer themes floating around— i’m picky with my hetero-canons , so be forewarned

now , down to the nitty-gritty .

i have a few favorite ships aside from x reader , yes , but most billy-centric ships— including poly ones— i can get behind . mainly harringrove , mungrove , argilly , billy x hopper (bopper?) , tomgrove , calicheer in certain cases

i only ever see billy as a sub , but any variation flows with me . bottom , top , omega , switch— long as he ends up dazed and floating in subspace , i’m here for it

i have a general tagging system— ships , blurbs & imagines , smut writings— so whatever you’re looking for chances are it’s the exact tag you need .

once again , this is a nsfw sideblog that focuses on sub!billy . there’s other spaces elsewhere if what i post isn’t for you , no one likes a hater .

enjoy ! 🧨

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billy has this- this urge.

this desire to be at someone’s feet; their beck and call. he wants to be needed.

craves being useful.

he goes loopy with it, gets hot and bothered by just the thought of servicing someone.

let him do it, let him be the target of pain, of degradation and humiliation, and put him back together again after all of it—

he wants it so bad.

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billy hargrove: in every scene — 2.04 chapter four: will the wise

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I just need billy to suck on fem!reader's tits for comfort or smth, maybe a little spice of mommy kink

Someone write it, go all out on it

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something something billy grinding against your thigh. just think about it.

the heady sense of want coursing through him and clouding his mind.

glazed over eyes. tongue lolled out in pure pleasure.

and he’s just— panting your name, over and over like a broken record. punched-out noises he can’t keep in filling the space till he comes, till he makes a mess of his pants and slumps against you, ready to be put back together again.

idk. something like that.

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ᵖⁱⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

20. queer. inlove w/ billy hargrove.

billy is my pride and joy so whatever you have about him, i’ll take it.

sub!billy is my all time fav so this blog is dedicated to that sweet, needy side of him. if that’s not your jam, take your toast elsewhere.

respect me, respect the people on this blog, yadayada. you guys can act civilized enough.

surely.