#billy hargrove concept

[celestibabs]

pairing; billy hargrove x f!reader

contents; 18+ mdni. boudoir photography, heavy petting, dry humping if you squint | wc: 1k

note; starting off simple for my return to writing... nothing too long or too spicy, but we all know that won't last very long.

Billy snatches the cigarette from his mouth as if it scolded his taste buds, flipping the envelope you’d handed him in his hand with intrigue. His perfect blonde eyebrow raised in query, he raises his gaze at you pointedly. 

“What is it?” He speaks flatly, exhaling the smoke in his lungs slowly so it kisses at his cheekbones. 

“Just open it,” you murmur quietly, worrying your lower lip with your teeth. Billy hums softly, fussing with the lip of the envelope with his fingertips and teasing your nerves. 

You’d tortured yourself over a Christmas gift for Billy, thinking of all possible options and how he’d be entirely unimpressed. Minus a new set of weights or a large tub of some kind of protein-shake powder, you knew he’d probably shove your gift in a cupboard and forget about it until he needed to take the Christmas lights out next year. 

Desperation had kicked in around two weeks before Christmas day. Wandering in and out of the few shops in Hawkins like a demented zombie had resulted in empty hands and muttered curses of frustration. Unprompted comments by Billy insisting that he didn’t want any gifts had fueled your indignation, especially given his tone had somehow strayed into something pitiful in comparison to the monotonous, bored drawl he usually offered.  

The idea came to you spontaneously. Nancy had called to tell you about a playful tiff she’d had with Jonathan over some Playboy magazine’s she’d found in his bedroom while moving her things in for Christmas. Her voice had practically faded into oblivion when you’d remembered the torn-out Playboy pages plastered to the wall above Billy’s dresser. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Billy was pulling apart the ribbon you’d tied around the neatly wrapped gift, you’d begun to feel queasy.

Before tearing the wrapping paper, Billy prolongs your suffering with a smug smirk, clearly noticing your anticipation. He lifts the item, shaking it like a five year old rattling their present box as though it would offer insight into what lay inside. “Give me a hint.”

“Billy,” you huff, exasperated already with his antics, “Just open the stupid thing before I take it back.” 

He hums, finally pinching the edge of the wrapping between his thumb and forefinger before pulling upwards, the paper ripping open to reveal the contents inside. 

Billy paused, slowly exhaling the dregs of his cigarette in a gentle stream of smoke through his nose. 

Your heart catches. 

The glossy pages of the personalised Playboy Magazine rippled slightly as Billy brought the images closer for a better look. It was unmistakably you on the front cover, perched in a seductive position on a stool dressed in an unbuttoned blouse with peaks of the black, lacy lingerie you wore underneath. 

Poor Jonathan had been mortified when you’d begged him to take the last minute images. Despite his reluctance, and Nancy observing his every move to ensure he didn’t stare too long, he’d worked hard to ensure he could emulate the magazine quality. Of course, you hadn’t told him who they were for.

You knew you looked fantastic, but Billy’s silence was unnerving you. 

“There’s more inside,” you murmur, cheeks burning, “Some don’t have my face in them so you can tear them out and put them on your wall.” 

Another slow exhale, Billy’s eyes flitting over the magazine cover had your heart lurching in fear. Was he angry? He still didn’t say much when he began to thumb through the pages, stopping on a particularly scandalous page where you swept aside the bounce to reveal the curve of your breast, lips parted seductively but the image excluding the rest of your face. 

“Billy, I’m–” 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, taking his cigarette from his lips and stubbing it into an ashtray settled on the arm of the sofa you’re both perched on. “You want me to pin photos of you half naked on my wall, for everyone to see?”

Billy reaches forwards, taking a hold of your chin in his palm and pulling you forwards so your noses bumped together. Your breath hitches, seizing in your throat when you feel Billy’s breath fan across your face. 

“You little slut,” Billy coos, his free hand working its way between your knees to inch up the inside of your thigh. His touch leaves a delicious burn, like the smouldering embers of his cigarette end had set his fingertips alight. 

Billy’s lips brush against your own as he speaks, his fingers ghosting over the seam of your trousers to apply slight, teasing pressure to your clit. “I’ll put them up on the wall opposite the door. Make sure everyone gets to see how much of a slut you are for me.” 

You can see Billy’s cock straining against the right denim of his jeans. He’s all worked up at the idea of showing you off like this, and seems intent on dragging you down into a horny-haze too. 

“If you’d like that,” you whisper, voice catching slightly in your throat as Billy leans his head down to drag the flat of his tongue across your pulse point. You hear him chuckle softly, feel the rumble against your neck, and you’re almost certain it’s because he can somehow taste your arousal through your skin. 

“I’d love that,” he smirked, his hands slowly working their way beneath your shirt and pushing it upwards to expose the naked flesh of your stomach, squeezing at your breast when you arch your back for him. 

“Merry Christmas, Billy,” you laugh at that, your giggle faltering into a soft whine when Billy punches at your nipple, rolling the stiffened bud between the pads of his thumb and forefinger to tease you further. “Mhmmm,” Billy hums, nipping at your neck and slowly laying you back against the couch. He doesn’t seem to mind that the ashtray that had balanced on the arm of the sofa tips off onto the floor, or that the magazine falls to the floor. He’s far too busy grinding his hard cock against you. “A very merry Christmas it is.”

[eddiesbug]

Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭

this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)

content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33

“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.

His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”

“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.

“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.

“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”

Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.

“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.

You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.

“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”

You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.

“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.

He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,

“You did good.”

Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.

You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.

“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.

It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.

You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.

“Were those happy screams?”

You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.

“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”

“Billy, shut up!”

“What?”

You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.

“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.

“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”

Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.

“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”

You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny!”

[elliewlums]

Billy Hargrove 12 and 16 for heart of glass, also congrats ☻

content warnings: heavy injury, descriptions of blood, near death experiences, reader jumps in front of the mind flayer for billy (but lives), billy lives au

“oh, shit!”

there’s an incessant ringing in your ears and billy’s…screaming? your limbs feel heavy and full of lead and when you try to move, nothing really happens. you twitch a little and go back to being stuck. your vision isn’t quite focused and you can hear max trying to calm billy down somewhere further away. oh, you think, they think i’m dead.

you remember jumping in front of the mind flayer - billy was going to die, you couldn’t let him sacrifice himself like that - and then everything’s a little fuzzy after that. and now you’re here, bleeding out on the grimy mall floor.

“billy…” you croak; he runs into your peripheral vision, crouching and lifting your limp body into his lap.

“can you talk?”

you cough and force your lips to move and form words, though it feels stiff and unreal. crimson coats your lips and teeth and your eyes shutter trying to stay open.

“y-yeah.”

“why did you do that, baby? why’d you do that?” he’s actually sobbing - you see billy cry very rarely, if ever - and you’re bemused.

“why did i save you?” you vaguely register his hand on your cheek, stroking soothing circles as he tries to keep you awake. his eyes follow your every move, scoping for the severity of your injuries.

“don’t you fucking leave me here. i need you,” he grits out through tears. taking your hand in his, he lifts your arm, only to find it completely slack. “squeeze my hand.”

you do, very gently. too gently.

“that’s all i go-got,” you murmur; you’re getting quieter, fading.

“c’mon, babe.” billy’s voice is desperate and pleading, “we gotta get you out of here. get you to the hospital.”

“i’m s-so tired, baby.” you’re whispering now.

“i know, i know.” he kisses your forehead and lifts you; before you know it, he’s running outside as the ambulance rolls in. “please, help her! please!” your head lolls against his shoulder and, had you any strength, you would’ve clung to him as you’re lifted out of his arms.

“billy-“ you say again.

“‘m right here, baby. gonna ride in the ambulance with you, okay?”

“‘kay.”

everything calms down once you’re on your way to the hospital; you’ve been patched up, the bleeding slowing immensely, and given some pain relief. your eyes flutter open lethargically and you smile to find billy’s head resting on your arm, his hand firmly planted in yours. your free hand comes up to thread through his curly locks and he jumps with a start, teary eyes meeting yours.

“you’re warm,” you giggle— the drugs are working. you frown a little at his expression. “don’ cry, baby.”

“how do you feel?” he asks, completely fretting over you: stroking your hair back, watching your face intently for any signs of pain.

“better,” you sigh. your hand comes up to ball in his shirt. “come cuddle me, i’m cold.”

“i’ll cuddle you when you’re healing for real,” he chides but wraps his arms around you carefully nonetheless.

and that’s how billy finds himself in the little hospital bed with you safely tucked into his side for an entire month.

[thehargrovewhore]

crying at the fact that if you were to lovingly cup billy’s sharp cheekbone, he would close his eyes and surrender into it. he would lean into your hand, place little kisses on your palm. he’d let out a little sigh, one that meant he’s truly at peace, for the very first time. i’m sobbing.

[prettybillycore]

my headcanon of billy being genderfluid

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[billysbbybfff]

So uh... Model!Billy making an appearance in Corroded Coffin's newest music video

He plays a seductive vampire who for the entire video lures Eddie to his death while he's just. Very into it.

The band wins Best Music Video at next year's MTV awards and Eddie wins a new boyfriend after the experience

[adelacreations]

Steve shook the offered hand cautiously, not sure what to expect, exactly. "You, uh…don't really seem like a Duke. Unless this is your castle...?"

The man- Eddie- threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, don't let the lady of the house hear you say that, or your chances of making it out of here with your little nugget safe and sound are gonna go from slim to none-whoa, hey now-!"

[hargrove-mayfields]

Hargrove-Mayfield Siblings Model AU

|| GQ Australia Actor of the Year 2022 | The Face of Stella McCartney Winter Collection 2022 ||

Billy Hargrove is a model. He’s been the talk of every major tabloid since he was a teenager, 16 years old in the big leagues. He’s also been incredibly open about how the industry exploited that youth, while staying protective of some other things.

Now he’s trying to shield his little sister from the same thing, but Max is headstrong, and artistic. After being forced by her mother to conform to whatever standards of dressing were considered presentable and modest and decent for a girl her age, the minute she turns 18 she joins her now 22 year old brother on a modeling contract.

So Billy hires her a manager. A familiar face. Someone he knows is good with keeping kids out of hot shit, or at least claims to be.

Steve Harrington, who now goes by Steven H professionally. A figure desperate to be taken seriously in the industry gladly agrees to help out the famous sibling duo. Until he remembers that Billy Hargrove knows how to get under his skin a little too much.

For Max, they play family, but the second the cameras turn away from them it’s back to being at each other’s throats. Billy’s on Steve’s level now. He’s earned wealth, popularity. Freedom. He’ll let Harrington deal with the shitbird, while he takes advantage of those things and parties.

But maybe Billy gets a little too adventurous. Maybe he starts to mirror his dad in his binge drinking. A party’s only a party as long as somebody’s having fun, and Billy’s just scared. Of losing himself. Of becoming what his father was to him, but to Max this time.

He pours himself into his work as an outlet, taking every last gig he can until one of his abusers- one of the women who would’ve done anything to have him on their cover, or their centerfold, back when he was too young- books him for a shoot. It’s the right thing to do, going there. Be responsible. Do your work.

Steve locks him in the car and doesn’t let him go into the studio that day. All of the sudden this isn’t just about protecting Max anymore. Billy needs someone looking out for him to, and Steve’s there now.

The only person who ever saw past the superficial beauty and still decided to stay. To protect. To fall in love.

[biillyhargroves]

Steve/Billy/Eddie au where Billy survives the Mind Flayer attack but when he gets out of the hospital the only people he’s willing to rely on to take care of him are Steve and Max because, I mean, Max is his sister so of course she’s gonna be ultra protective, and Billy has a history with Steve and Steve was there that night and Eddie is still new and Billy has such a hard time trusting new people.

so on days when he’s really hurting or needs extra help, he gets kind of snippy with Eddie or just generally gravitates toward Steve. and it’s not like Eddie minds. he gets it. but he cares about Billy and he wants to help. and Steve keeps telling him to give Billy time, that Billy will come around eventually, that he just has a tough time being vulnerable and all of this has been rough for him. so Eddie is patient. and he gives Steve and Billy their space.

but!!!!! then Steve has to go out of town, some kind of family trip or something that he can’t get out of, and it’s just Billy and Eddie. and for a whole day Billy doesn’t even talk to Eddie not because he wants to be mean but because he doesn’t know how to let Eddie help. it’s so easy with Steve, but with Eddie he feels like he still has put up a front. but he still needs help, and Eddie wants to take care of him, and Billy eventually lets him. he lets Eddie look after him and it doesn’t feel so bad? it’s actually kind of nice? they find some common ground and settle into a rhythm and Billy actually feels good about it.

and when Steve gets home his first stop is Eddie’s trailer, where he finds Billy asleep on Eddie’s lap and Eddie fucking beaming because omgomg Billy finally trusts him and wow how cute how sweet how nice I’m in love.

[hardestgrove]

s4 concept:

instead of max being vecna’d it’s billy and THAT’S how people find out about how shitty and abusive their home life is because it’s not any of the midflayer stuff (if you still wanted to have it happen bc this concept works with or without it) that puts him on the potential victims list it’s neil’s abuse.

max being borderline hysterical but trying to keep it under wraps bc she’s so terrified of potentially losing her brother. billy being basically just bitterly resigned to it because ofc this is what he gets in life. ofc this is what happens. what else would he get? billy writing letters but it’s just to like max and steve and his mom where ever she is because there’s so few people in his life who care about him and who he cares about. max and steve who’re like, his only friends frantically trying to figure out his fave song to save him. billy standing up to a manifestation of his trauma/someone trying to use it against him.

billy and max having like, an emotional moment because she’s so so scared to lose him and it’s like the first time she’s ever hugged him and he hugs her back and tells her it’s gonna be okay even tho he Knows it’s not but he just wants to be there for her. and like, that love and that care is what helps fuel him to free himself from vecna’s lair. steve talking to him quietly afterwards like ‘why didn’t you ever tell me? i’m here for you man’ bc the Power of Fucking Friendship Bitch. billy trying real hard to act very normal but he’s clearly very emotional that literally anyone cares about him at all.

[toobusybeingdelulu]

[celestibabs]

billy starts taking later shifts at the pool when you come along. avoids the 'rush hour' of the kids coming out of summer camp to get the perfect view of you in that positively skimpy bikini that he's absolutely certain you wear for him. he's obsessed with the tangy taste of chlorine on your skin when he drags his tongue over the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, addicted to the echoes of your devastated moans of billy’s name bouncing off the tiled walls of the changing room. the way you tug at his blonde curls is more than enough to make up for how much the chemicals in the pool from back to back shifts had practically ruined them...

[eddiesbug]

omggg I can so imagine dom!billy giving you impossible tasks just because he loves spanking you 🥲🥺 and ofc he has to make you feel all dumb and subby </33

"I told you not to cum, baby"

"Bend over, ah ah, this is your fault you didn't listen"

<33 🥺

oh yes😮‍💨🤤

like imagine him telling you from the get go that you’re not allowed to cum until he gives you permission and as you draw closer and closer to it, you try and squirm away and you keep telling him to slow down because you’re going to cum and you can’t hold it back; and in retaliation he speeds up, going deeper and harder and rubbing your slick clit in tight circles, all the while telling you “no, you’re not allowed to cum yet, baby.” and then when you inevitably do, he tuts and throws you over his knee even as you protest.

“i told you not to cum baby. god, you never listen to me, do you? gotta punish you now.”

[witchsickness]

billy doesn’t even notice anything different when the voices first start. so used to listening to a constant stream of hate and resentment in his head. mean, spiteful words that used to sound like his father, but have morphed into his own voice as the years have gone by. his very own fucked up defence in his fight for survival. always the first person to put himself down. listing all the vile names he’ll end up being called anyway. reminding himself of his place in the world. of what he wants, but can never have.

when another voice is added to the mix, unfamiliar but wrapped around the same vicious words, it takes a while to register that billy’s not alone up there. takes a while to notice the intruder, poking around the cobwebbed corners of his mind, digging for gold. coming up with ten blood-tinted memories for each sun-bleached one. feeding off them. slowly taking over. 

max looks at him, and monster, echoes around his head, you’re the scary thing in her house. harrington locks eyes with him over sundae-stained tables, and the voice soars. shrills out a laugh that splits billy’s head in two, awful in its truth. oh, it says, this is golden. you think he’ll ever want you?

late at night, his father’s breathing taking up all the air in the room, the house, the entire world, billy lifts his mattress to take out the pouch hidden underneath. a couple more weeks, a few more swimming lessons. just a handful of dollars more and he’s out of this place. his hands are shaking. he’s not alone. at that moment, he knows. he’s never getting out.

no, the voice tells him, you’ve already lost. what fun we’ll have now.

[shieldofiron]

Aww, let him DM you!

[gonegrove]

the scene in s2 where billy is flirting with karen but instead of her it’s chrissy