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Summary: Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?
Not, not even close. Because it doesn't matter if Billy keeps dreaming about you or that you think that if the sun and the sea had a love child it would look like Billy, you really hate each other's guts -at least, that's what you keep telling yourselves- until you are caught in a not so great position. literally. Lots of insults flying around, lots of lying to yourself, lots of fighting before ending up against a wall your lips inches away from his because that's what enemies do, right?
billy hargrove masterlist
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prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight * | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen* | chapter sixteen* | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen* | chapter nineteen | chapter twenty* | chapter twenty-one | chapter twenty-two | chapter twenty-three* | chapter twenty-four | chapter twenty-five (scheduled a week from now- read early on my ko-fii!!!)
updates on monday, wednesday, friday
also, smut:*
author's note: my writing doesn't condone billy's action in the show.
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kaylawritesfics · 2 years
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anything on being nancy wheeler's sister and dating either steve or billy ?
Being a Wheeler and Dating Billy Hargrove
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summary: dating billy while being a wheeler kid
pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader (wheeler!reader)
WARNINGS: swearing, very brief mentions of sex, mentions of abuse
note: i wanted to do one of these for billy because i haven’t written anything for him yet so :)
You met Billy right after he moved to Hawkins. Obviously, he radiated bad vibes at first. He was rude, arrogant, and not someone you had any desire to spend any amount of time with.
Then, the two of you were partnered up for an English project, which meant spending a lot of time with Billy Hargrove.
Initially, you thought it would be up to you to do the entire project. Billy didn’t exactly seem like the kind of person who would contribute to partner work at all.
However, Billy was totally infatuated with you. He thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins, so he did what he does best. He tried to flirt with you. Obviously, his reputation preceded him, causing you to vehemently turn him down every time.
The last thing you were gonna do was become one of Billy Hargrove’s groupies. You were not the kind of girl who was just going to fall to his feet and beg him to take you in the backseat of his camaro. This only egged him on.
He loved the fact that you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. If he really wanted you, he had to work for it. You fully expected him to get bored and move onto another girl in a weeks time.
But he didn’t. Instead, he spent most of his free time at your house, working on a stupid poster board over the symbols in Romeo and Juliet, instead of partying or hooking up with other girls.
His behavior seemed to do a complete 180. He was no longer out drinking every night, instead he was doing homework and going to bed at a reasonable hour??
Your parents loved him, especially your mother. She would often come up to your room while the two of you were working, bringing snacks or art supplies for your poster board. Billy would occasionally shoot her a flirty smile or make some kind of weird comment, which earned him a glare and a “Don’t flirt with my mom!”
Over time, you grew pretty fond of Billy. You were even sad that the deadline for your project was coming up so soon. The two of you had finished it a week before, but Billy kept coming over with the excuse of “What if we need to fix something?”
He was weirdly sweet and polite. He made you laugh and teased you over your taste in music.
Billy likes to look through your things. Not in a weird or creepy kind of way, but more in a getting-to-know-you kind of way. He tries to be respectful, avoiding your underwear drawer and anything that could be deemed too personal for his eyes, no matter how badly he wants to take a peek.
Your sister, Nancy, didn’t trust him at all. She knew his typical behavior and immediately decided that his fake niceties were just a sick ploy to get into your pants.
Nancy’s words made you question your semi-friendship with Billy. You couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true.
Your little brother, Mike, couldn’t stand the thought of you being around Billy. Mike had firsthand accounts of how vile he was, being friends with Billy’s stepsister, Max.
Mike often tried to talk you out of seeing Billy, but to no avail.
When the two of you presented your project, you made an A, which is the best grade Billy had received in a long time. He’s actually genuinely proud and grateful.
You continue inviting him around. He comes to plenty of family dinners, which can sometimes make for an awkward experience given the fact that both your siblings detest him.
He asks you out soon after and you accept, letting Nancy and Mike’s concerns fall to the back of your mind. You had no reason not to trust Billy’s intentions.
He remained super respectful on your first date, taking you to a small diner in town. He has you home by curfew, much to your parents appreciation.
While he still manages to uphold his reputation at school, he doesn’t focus on any other girls. He remains loyal to you, showing you off in the halls as often as he can.
He walks you to and from class, holding your hand and carrying your books for you if you need.
He recognizes that he has a good thing going for him and he refuses to let his assholery ruin it for him.
Your relationship is definitely the talk of the school. Billy Hargrove and Y/N Wheeler? There’s more gossip going around than there was when Steve and Nancy first got together.
He picks you up every morning and takes you home every afternoon. You form a pretty good relationship with Max because of this.
Billy would protect you with his life. If anybody said anything bad about you, they would have to face his wrath. He gets in multiple fights for you.
After a couple months, Billy is forced to come to you after a bad fight with his dad. He pecks on your window, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You gasp when you see the state he’s in, thinking he got into another fight with a boy at school. However, your confusion grows as you notice the tears pooling in his eyes as he climbs through the window and immediately pulls you into him.
He breaks down, telling you everything he’d been holding back for so long. He tells you about his mother, about his dad’s abuse, and everything else. You clean his wounds and hold him in your bed until the sun rises and he’s forced to head back home.
Cleaning his cuts and holding him until sunrise becomes a regular occurrence after this.
After a while, Nancy comes around to the idea of your relationship. She sees how different Billy is around you and she can see how happy you are. All she wants is for you to be happy, so she eventually gives you her approval.
Mike, however, never comes around. He hates Billy and nothing can change that. It doesn’t really bother you, though.
Billy loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket. Sometimes he “accidentally” leaves it in your room just so you’ll wear it the next day.
He likes sitting with you while you read or do homework. He appreciates the fact that the two of you don’t even have to talk to have a good time. He likes just being near you.
He just loves seeing you and spending time with you.
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billlydear · 1 year
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Touch starved Billy Hargrove ✨a concept✨
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mmm not touch starved billy, love starved billy. he gets plenty of skin-on-skin. a backhand or a shove from his dad, a quick fuck in the backseat of his car, hell, why do you think he takes his shirt off to play basketball, a contact sport? he wants to feel touch, he's just never been given a kind one.
and that's where you come in :) from the very first date you're already shyly reaching for his hand, slipping your fingers between his over the vinyl table of the small diner you're eating at
you watch carefully for his reaction, and he's not really able to hide his shock, he kind of goes stiff. so you're worried you've overstepped, and you start to draw back with an awkward apology, but just before you can pull your hand away completely, he tightens his grip, and squeezes your hand, holding it in place.
“Don’t apologize.” Normally that would be said in a teasing, lighthearted tone. But instead his face is strangely intense, eyes shining under the low lights of the diner.
then it escalates from hand holding to a hug. He drops you off at your front step, and instead of just staying in the car, he walks you up. It’s a pretty cliched first kiss scene, you tell him you had a good time and he agrees with a dazzling smile. There’s a slow, heart-racing lean-in, hitched breath and an eager shine in your eyes, and then he kisses you so soft, you’re not even sure he’s there. He’s not really about special first kisses, preferring to tongue a girl behind the gym. But when your hand comes up to press gently, softly against his cheek, he knows he’s addicted to kindness, soaking it up like a sponge and letting the excess compel him to hold your waist.
he’s not handsy like he normally would be, he keeps his hands firmly planted there while you kiss. It’s soft, slow, sweet, and it feels like waking from a daydream as his pretty blue eyes flutter open to stare into yours.
“Goodnight, Billy.” You whisper, and he’s a goner.
there’s tenderness in your voice, your touch, your gaze, and he lays awake that night thinking about it. It warms him up, knowing that you’d treated him like you care. Maybe you do, maybe you dont, but the feeling is intoxicating, and he doesn’t feel as perpetually angry at the world that night
max notices a change after that. Neil shouts at him, tells him he’s good for nothing, weak, disappointing, and instead of slamming his door and blasting music, probably kicking the bed frame, he offers her a ride to the arcade.
"What?" / "A ride, dipshit, I'm going out and I'll drop you on the way."
and the most insane part, he doesn't even bitch at her in the car. she sits silently and so does he, and when she gets out, he says he'll get her at 8. no threats, no name-calling, just 'i'll pick you up at 8'.
when she gets in the car at 8:10, she's absolutely certain she'll be griped at for being late. but he backs out of the spot, and even asks her about the slap bracelet she'd won inside.
"You get that in there?'"/ "Yeah. I had enough tickets so..." / "What?"
She squints hard at his face while they're stopped at a light, and his own face scrunches in displeasure, "What is it?"
"Are you wearing chapstick?"
The light turns green, and he punches it hard, only remembering to slow down as he pulls his lips between his teeth to lick them. she doesn't ask again, but she spots a tube of it on the ground, strawberry flavored, and definitely not hers.
billy had taken you to the drive-in, and apparently it had fallen out of your pocket when you'd leaned over the center to kiss him. he brought it back to you the next day, knocking at your door and greeting your mother who surprisingly loved him. he wasn't really sure how to react to that, because no girl's mother has ever liked him before, but he's welcomed in and finds you in your room, folding laundry.
he spends the entire day with you, a saturday, just being with you. you teach him how to fold laundry your way, and he definitely teases you about the bras and underwear he finds. in retaliation you whack him with a pillow, and he pretends to be greatly injured after the attack, sprawled out over your bed with his tongue out in a cartoonish display of death
you straddle his waist, peering down at his minutely-fluttering eyelashes. you take his face in your hands, gently, sweetly, and turn it to face you, watching as his pretty blue eyes make a reappearance. he's staring at you, and he looks almost nervous, but he could easily push you off it he wanted to, and he doesn't, so you take that as a good sign.
you trace his features, fingers grazing over the tip of his nose and down through the crease of his chin, just below his lips. then beneath his eyes, along his cheekbones, and smoothing over his forehead. he watches you breathlessly the entire time, a thin layer of tears glossing over his eyes.
when you notice them you stop, nervous that you'd upset him. you ask him what's wrong, hovering over his face only inches away
"I love you." He murmurs, reaching up to cup your cheek.
it's breathless, it's passionate, and it's.. a little early. but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. he's just quicker to figure out when he loves someone 'cause he doesn't very often, so it's a new feeling that sticks out to him.
now that he's said it for the first time, watch out.
he's gonna say it 24/7, any opportunity. you hand him a chip? he leans over to bite it out of your hand and goes 'I love you'. he hands you a chip? when you reach for it he'll hold it out of your reach, wait 'till you look at him like wtf? and then say 'love you' with that shit-eating grin of his
he clings to you. his hand is always somewhere on your body, whether it be prying at your own and pulling it into his lap or laying around your shoulders, pressing your sides together
play. with. his. hair. seriously, scratch your nails through his hair, he'll purr like a kitten. brush it out right before his shower, give him a little head massage, that way you can mess up the curls and he'll just reform 'em. comb through it, braid it, put serums and products in it, anything as long as you're touching his scalp
i think he'd really appreciate forehead/cheek/nose kisses, of course he appreciates them on the lips too but it's different, casually intimate and sweet. he's addicted to kissing your cheek, he'll be walking beside you in the mall and yank you closer by where his arm is laid around your hip just to press his lips to your cheek
he kisses your forehead in bed, tugs you into his chest and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. he might not even lean back up, he might just fall asleep with his face pressed to yours
he's.. obsessed with kissing. like, your lips are constantly swollen. of course he's game for a good steamy makeout session but mostly it's just lazy, slow, soft, sweet kisses, just laying together and swapping spit and touching each other, your leg thrown over his, your foreheads bumping together, his hand on your stomach
speaking of, he'll sleep with his hand under your shirt most nights, either flat and warm against your back or your stomach. and if you ever sneak your hand up his shirt to scratch up his back, he shivers. fully body shivers.
he loves loves loves it when you hold him in your sleep, sometimes he stays awake while you drift off just to watch you get comfy and unconsciously snuggle into his warmth. The first time you do it is while you’re watching a movie on your couch and he misses the last half of the film because he’s just watching you sleep peacefully all snuggled into him
he’s not only grateful that you’re his safe space, but he’s amazed that he seems to be your own. he’s never had a safe space before, even when his mama was around Neil was too. so being with someone he loves without any fear or anxiety is very meaningful to him. It means that when you pass out on his shoulder at the drive-in or let him cart you around to parties just as long as he keeps his arm around you the entire time, he recognizes that you feel safe with him, and that means more to him than he’ll ever be able to express
it’s why he takes such good care of you, he doesn’t ever want to let you down or be someone who fails you. the movie’s too loud and you’re starting to wake? he doesn’t need to see the end of it, the two mcs probably get together. he’ll just drive quietly and slowly back home and let you snooze in the parking lot. party getting too wild? he’ll take you out into the backyard and sit on the porch swing with you, smoke a cig and blow it away from you, let your head fall onto his shoulder with his arm around your waist.
your touch grounds him. he feels safe, secure, loved, supported, happy, and content all at once when he’s touching you, even if he’s just knocking his foot into yours from under the lunch table.
Billy may get touched a lot, but not loved, so when you come into his life, a beacon of all things sweet, he’s going to bask in it, soaking up your love like a big sappy sponge and letting it heal his wounds
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munsster · 4 months
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Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗
billy with a wealthy s/o
A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton
Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex
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the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd
ie harrington, tommy, carol etc
and seeing billy for the first time at a party
honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke
and you’re disgusted (horny)
and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)
neither of you really remember how or when it started
you can never agree on an anniversary date
but you both know he fell first
mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket
“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”
honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity
which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow
and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it
“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”
“oh, it’s her day off”
“…”
“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”
he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with
“billy… i really like your necklace”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“i can buy you a new—”
“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”
and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled
but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it
making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price
some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.
and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit
you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait
not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man
you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action
he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile
would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.
yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that
he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”
his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes
sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.
he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt
the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE
it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold
he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you
when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home
but you have met max
and she likes to stay away from you
but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you
just a smidge
now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her
she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman
that was an interesting halloween for billy
your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices
and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album
and that was just not good enough for billy
so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon
he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played
even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro
but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.
in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do
he also loves to let you dress him up
and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)
even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen
but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly
his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”
sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”
you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)
typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.
and boy, does prettying him up make you happy
seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever
if you’d let him
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mrprettywhenhecries · 4 months
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➺ Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 
Honestly depends on how much he cares about his partner.  If it’s a one time thing, he’s pretty aloof afterwards, preferring to leave before things get weird.  But if he actually has feelings, he’s pretty attentive, sharing a cigarette while they lay against his chest and pillow talk, letting his walls down.
➺ Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Of his own, he’s quite proud of his chest and arms, as well as his tight ass.  On his partner, he loves hands and thighs.
➺ Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) 
Loves seeing his cum on his partner, whether it be on your chest/stomach/back, dripping down your chin, or seeping out of your sloppy hole.  Makes him feel like he owns you.
➺ Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 
Secretly likes not being in control all the time. Though he's usually a dom, he wants to be taken care of sometimes, even if he won't voice it.
➺ Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 
On the experienced side.  He’s had a lot of partners and knows what he’s doing, though he’s always learning, filing things away to use later.
➺ Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) 
He's pretty basic when it comes to his go to positions: Missionary – likes being able to see your expression as he’s fucking you into oblivion.  This way he can pin you to the bed, arms pinned above your head, or your legs hooked over his shoulders.  Doggie style – for when he wants to be rougher, spanking you or pulling your hair.  And lastly, Cowgirl – for when he wants to be taken care of.  Loves seeing you on top, on display for him, able to touch you and dig his fingers into your hips, guiding your movements.
➺ Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) 
Definitely more on the serious side, unless he’s comfortable with his partner and feels safe enough to be a little silly with them, ending up cracking a sincere grin or even laughing.  
➺ Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 
With how smooth he keeps his chest and stomach, man’s clean shaven down there, no doubt.
➺ Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
He’s definitely flirty and cocky, but again, it depends on how close with his partner he is as to how romantic he gets.  That being said, he’s definitely a little bit of a closet romantic especially during foreplay and aftercare, often times taking his partner by surprise with that fact.
➺ Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 
Doesn’t masturbate much.  He prefers having a partner to his own hand.  Has a few centerfolds he uses to help get his imagination going, or if he's lucky enough to have some naughty polaroids of you, he'd rather use those.
➺ Kink (One or more of their kinks) 
Choking (though not being choked), body worship, spanking, public/semi-public sex, sadism/degradation, oral fixation, leaving marks, rough sex, praise kink, dacryphilia
➺ Location (Favourite places to do the do) 
The back of his Camaro is a usual go to place, under Skull Rock at Lover’s Lake, under the bleachers or in the locker room.  However, when he can afford it, he enjoys splurging a little and taking his partner to as fancy of a hotel as he can, that way they can take their time and won’t be interrupted.
➺ Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) 
Revealing clothing, begging, but also the flip side–when his partner is just as headstrong as him and teases him right back, he really likes the power struggle, thinks it’s hot when his partner gets angry.
➺ NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 
He’s pretty open to trying most things as long as his partner asks for them.  However, he doesn’t like being choked or hit.  It reminds him too much of the abuse he’s received.
➺ Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 
Prefers receiving, but enjoys giving if he really cares about his partner, and boy is he good with his mouth.  He loves the control he has and showing off his skills, as well as hearing your desperate sounds as he makes you squirm and cum against his mouth.
➺ Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 
Usually fast and rough, but on occasion he can be slow and sensual (usually on those rare occasions that he gets to take his time with his partner).
➺ Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) 
Definitely doesn’t mind them.  Often has more quickies than proper sex.
➺ Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 
He’s up for some experimentation, as long as he’s the one in control.  Loves taking risks in semi-public/public places.  It excites him to get away with getting his partner off with other people around.
➺ Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 
Billy’s got stamina for days, he’d wear you out long before he’s finished.
➺ Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) 
Not much of a toy guy himself, but he does occasionally enjoy teasing his partners with any toys they might own. 
➺ Unfair (How much they like to tease) 
Takes a lot of pleasure in teasing his partner mercilessly. He loves the power imbalance it creates.  Plus their begging is like music to his ears.  Will definitely edge you til you’re a crying begging mess.
➺ Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) 
Billy talks a lot of dirty talk during foreplay, his voice like honey in your ear, but once he really gets down to it, his words are interlaced with growls and deep grunts.  He’s not incredibly loud, always in control.  Get him on his back and ride him, or go down on him, however, and you’re liable to hear him start to whine, and even beg, his voice breaking as he grows desperate, but this is rare.
➺ Wild Card (Give a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Doesn’t often get jealous, but once things get serious, you’re his and if anyone dares to hit on you in his presence, they’re getting an introduction to his fist before he pulls you somewhere private to remark his territory.
➺ X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 
Circumcised, 5 & ½ inches, somewhat girthy, but not huge, with a slight curve, veiny and pink.  Very pretty.
➺ Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) 
Fairly high, but he knows how to show restraint.
➺ ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 
Normally, Billy has a hard time falling asleep, but after sex, it’s much easier – he’s worn out and relaxed, and if he feels safe in his partner’s arms, even better.
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billysbabyy · 1 year
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Billy Hargrove masterlist
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SERIES:
Shout At the Devil * (On Hiatus)
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 3.5
Pt. 4
Pt. 5
Pt. 6
Pt. 7
Pt. 7.5
Pt. 8
Rainbows in Turpentine * [Completed]
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 4
Pt. 5
Pt. 6
Pt. 7
Pt. 8
Pt. 9
Pt. 10
What We Became (sequel to Rainbows in Turpentine)* {Completed}
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 4
Ex's & Oh's*
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 4
au Gangster Billy (Tell Me Lies)*
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 4
Pt. 5
Professor Hargrove
Please, Sir*
red nailpolish*
12 Days of Billmas *
Day 1- First Christmas
Day 2 -Christmas Cookies
Day 3 - Christmas Sweaters
Day 4- A Harrington Christmas
Day 5 - Dad's First Christmas
Day 6 - By the Fireplace
Day 7 - Californian Christmas
Day 8 - Unwrapping Presents
Day 9 - Christmas Blankets
Day 10 - Under the Mistletoe
Day 11 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
Day 12 - A Christmas Surprise
6 Days of Love - '23 Valentine's Special
Day 1 - Hands Behind Your Back
Day 2 - Sunrise & Sunset
Day 3 - Chocolate Covered Strawberries
Day 4 - I'll Eat You Instead
Day 5 - maybe it's best we don't go home
Day 6 - she wasn't your person to ruin
MINI-SERIES
Shivers Pt. 1
Shivers Pt. 2
Summer Nights Pt. 1*
Summer Nights Pt. 2*
ONE-SHOTS
Morning Sex*
Letters to My (future) Love*
Girls on Film*
Her Diamonds*
Like the Wind
Lying Together in a Silver Lining*
And I Didn't Like the Ending
The Best Lifeguard
Morning sex with Billy *
Like a Prayer*
Cigarettes & Beer*
3 People*
Summer Lovin'*
Fours a Crowd* (feat Eddie & Steve)
Countdown*
I Hate You More*
With Her*
I'm Not the One, I'm Just Trouble*
I Hate You, Billy Hargrove*
When the Party's Over*
I know a place*
Heaven in hiding*
Bad Medicine*
HEADCANONS
High-School Love
Labour
Lifeguard with Billy
Billy as a Father
Pregnant
Married to Billy
Relationship Pt. 1
Relationship Pt. 2
Road-tripping with Billy
dom!billy x brattyxreader
LYRIC CHALLENGES:
I Knew You*
False God*
Does He?*
Does He? Pt.2*
HARRINGROVE X READER
SERIES:
Heart Shaped Glasses (Harringrove x reader au)
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
ONE-SHOTS:
1,2,3*
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heartbreak-sandwich · 6 months
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Billy Hargrove is your boyfriend 💕
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“Baby.” All other words ceased to exist as Billy’s brain flatlined at the sight of you in your new bodycon pleather halter dress. You stood in front of your vanity mirror applying a red lipstick and giving your hair a final spritz before standing up straight and shrugging.
Moving over to your bed to put on your shoes, you were surprised when Billy wordlessly bent down to kneel in front of you, taking your left foot in his hand and resting it on his knee. He picked up the left leopard print boot and worked it carefully on, zipping it up to the top, and repeating his actions with the other, eyes running over and over you, and you could swear he was almost salivating.
“Is this okay?” you asked, gesturing to your outfit, hair, and shoes.
“Okay?” His eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t it be okay?” With the other boot zipped, he stood and offered a hand to help you up.
“It’s not too much?”
“Definitely not.”
“Well, what is it then?” He lifted your hand and spun you around slowly.
“Gorgeous, stunning, ravishing comes to mind. You’re breakin’ my heart already,” he smirked, pulling you in closer, eyes locked with yours.
“Aww, do you need me to kiss it better?” You smiled wide and rested your hands over his heart through his unbuttoned shirt.
“Always,” he replied, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, the smell of his mint gum and spicy aftershave reminding you that this is home. 
✨ Nicknames for you: Babe, dollface, sweet thing (This defaults to “baby” when he’s turned on, and sometimes that’s the only word he can say when he sees you looking like an absolute snack.)
💕 Love language: physical touch/acts of service
Insists on being your personal chauffeur and bodyguard under any circumstances.
Even if he’s preoccupied with something, he is still touching you in some way, i.e. resting a hand on your thigh while he drives.
Loves to show you off wherever you go together with his arm around you.
Offering to fix your car, help you with the yard work, and taking care of the dishes after your meals together.
Takes you on drives to listen to music and talk about life together. He knows all the best places to park where you two can be alone and enjoy a beautiful view of the lights of the town, or a hidden stream, or the best hideout to see all of the stars.
He loves having you close to him. He will absentmindedly move to be near you in any room or situation. No matter what is going on around you, the two of you are like magnets, always finding your way back to each others’ sides.
Loses all functioning capacity when you walk into a room, having to stop and take time to stare at you, gawking and speechless, before running his hands over you and telling you how appetizing you look. He is completely obsessed with you, obviously.
💋 Kissing Billy: He is all fire and intensity. With strong hands and lips, every time kissing Billy is a dizzy adventure, and his experience level means he’s the best at what he does. Whether it’s lazy, smiley kisses tangled in the bed sheets or rough and tumble lip biting between ass grabs and muffled growls, he is always giving 110% for you. Pushing his curls out of his eyes before a kiss always earns you a warm, blinding smile from him.
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smuttyfantasyrecs · 10 months
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Billy Hargrove
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🦋 lingerie 🦋
@atomwritez
🦋 camero 🦋
@hawkins-losers
🦋 private lessons 🦋
@glodessa
🦋 waking up 🦋
@erosso
🦋 an open window 🦋
@greatlampfestival
🦋 18 🦋
@perpetuallydaydreaming
🦋 you can be the boss, billy 🦋
@666eddie
🦋 all mine 🦋
@duramater97
🦋 dating billy headcannons 🦋
@queers-gambit
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hargr0vefield · 2 years
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my boyfriend billy hargrove headcanons ☼
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alarmingly protective
tries to keep you in check with bad behavior as much as possible, doesn’t want you turning into him
like if you’re upset one day and cussing up a storm he’ll tell you to stop and probably say something like “that’s not good for you,”
doesn’t like exhaling his smoke around you because of second hand smoke, around anyone else he wouldn’t care but, you? big no no
unless you ask him to blow smoke into your face or mouth, then of course he’ll do that
dacryphilia, enough said
not really good with heart to heart conversations,
they mainly only arise when he’s super vulnerable like after a fight with his dad
you’re constantly fixing up his cuts and bruises, whatever they may be from this time around
let’s you wear his leather coats only deep enough into the relationship to where he knows he can trust you
when cuddling, holds you indescribably close, longing to make up for the lack of it he never got as a child
earlier in the relationship tho, you two stayed to your opposite sides of the bed,
until one night after a brutal fight with his dad, he climbed through your window and let you fix him up. that night as you lay down, he pulled you into his chest for the first time, and you knew some barriers had finally been broken.
climbing. through. your. window. all the time.
he won’t let you tell anyone but he has a secret love for video games and on off days, he’ll bribe keith so you guys can have the arcade all to yourselves
sometimes will have shutdown periods to where you think he’s ignoring you but in truth, he’s gone off the grid from everyone and will most likely not be back for a couple of days
he’ll be back tho, and you’re the first person he comes to, explaining it wasn’t your fault and never will be and that he just needed his time.
always smells incredible
actually very clean and keeps excellent hygiene
bad jealousy issues. will usually act out at the smallest detail. you’ll calm him down, tell him you’re his and only his, and he’s usually back to normal in a good few minutes.
territorial. leaves hickeys in very visible places, insists on driving you home from school almost every day, throws his arm around you whenever he can sense someone lurking +etc
car sex. all the time. any messes tho and you’re cleaning.
late night drives frequently
spoiling you but being very discreet about it. something like “you said you needed new perfume so,” *tosses you a new expensive perfume, carelessly*
when in fights, he usually takes a drive to calm himself down. he fears he’ll turn into something worse if kept in close proximity when angry with you although you both know he’d never hurt you
when sleeping over either at his place or yours, and he has trouble falling asleep, he’ll light a cigarette in the middle of the night, in bed, and attempt to soothe himself that way by just smoking one
can be mean but that’s to be expected, you’ve grown to take it. although if he ever goes too far, and he notices, he won’t apologize but do something indirectly like a hand to your thigh or a “you ok?”
avid coffee drinker but again, won’t let you tell anyone because that’s “lame” and “for old people”
when in his lifeguard era, sneaks you into the pool after hours just so you can both night swim in peace and maybe skinny dip
was actually the first to say i love you, one night whilst you were applying rubbing alcohol to a cut on his lip,
“this is gonna sting,” *dabs* *silence* “y/n,” “yeah?” “i love you”
has only cried in front of you once, again after you had finished fixing him up and cleaning up some cuts, he began to cry, hard, so you just pulled him into your chest as he sobbed. neither of you have talked about it since.
gets off on you crying, dacryphilia as aforementioned, but usually only when it’s over something petty. if it’s serious, he knows to switch on the best listening front he can and try to shove those other feelings down.
likes his fair share of alcohol but refuses to let you consume too much
the one time you did, he had to prop you up on his shoulder just to get you home. once home, he laid you down on your bed and stood, kind of clueless as to how to take care of someone in this condition
bonus: on good days, he’ll let you bring max with you as you go out and run errands
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oreosmama · 2 years
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He Has a Nightmare About You (Stranger Things Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: started watching this show for momma Steve, stayed for the other, also hot characters. Don’t judge me if a vecna version of this comes out soon👀 Enjoy!
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Billy Hargrove:
He dreams of you often, but never quite like this.
You’re in his arms; his lips are on yours, and your hands are in his hair. 
When he pulls away, it’s to brush a strand back from your face, pushing it behind your ear while gazing into your eyes. A smile is on his face, inherently small and lopsided, but genuine. 
It’s one of those times where he can’t believe how happy you make him, how much he loves you. You turn him into a teenage boy with a puppy crush all over again, but as long as no one else is around, he doesn't mind that one bit. Vulnerability did not come easy to him, but with you, he’d tear down every wall he’d ever put up just to get closer to you. Just to hold onto you that much longer. 
“Billy…” you hum, your hands coming up to cover his own along your cheeks. He feels infinitely warmer, more relaxed at your touch, and he leans that much closer to you. 
“YN…” Billy drawls back teasingly, blue eyes soft and expectant on yours. Your breath ghosts over his lips, and fuck if he didn’t hate that you made a shiver roll down his spine. 
“I hate you.”
His smile falters. “What?”
You tug his hands off your face, leading them to drop to his sides before stepping back. You shake your head. “I hate you, Billy.” 
Billy’s body grows cold. His lips part as he searches for words, eyes raking over your face for any hint of jest. “This isn’t funny, YN.” He lets out a breathless laugh, but it’s dull and fake and trying to draw some sort of usual response from you. 
“It’s not supposed to be. I’m serious, Billy.” 
His nostrils flare, and he wants to be angry. He wants to grab you and pull you back into his chest and make you wish you’d never said those words, make you wish you never hurt him, make you promise that you’d never hurt him like this again. 
You said that once, that you’d never hurt him like he has been before. You promised.
He bites into his bottom lip, willing a level of restraint, or rather, indifference. 
She promised.
Time moved slowly the second you pulled away from him. Carefully, your arms came up to cross over one another at your chest. Your eyes hardened, not angry or frustrated, but certainly more serious and intentional from when you had said his name earlier. 
He’d never seen you so cold—not at him. 
“What changed?” The words slipped from his lips, but the second they did, he didn’t bother fighting to take them back. He felt trapped in his own skin, unable to escape the anger, the hatred, the i that coursed through veins. “Why now, I mean, after-” he cut himself off with a scoff, bitterly licking his lips, “-after fucking everything we’ve been through together, you just, what, hate me?”
He hated it, this. He hated you, and he’d never done that before. Even the thought of his betrayal being directed toward you made him feel sick. She promised.
Billy looked away, wrenching a hand through his hair and not bearing to stare at you when he spoke. “You- God,” the corners of his eyes pricked, “you said you loved me. What happened to that?” He glanced at you, hating, hating, hating that you were making him feel this fucking way. Throat tightening, he barked out, “What fucking happened to that?!”
“I don’t love you, Billy,” you muttered, seemingly unaffected by his display of emotions. “I could never.”
And you saw it. He knew you saw it. He knew you saw it because he wiped it away, and your eyes had followed his hand as he had. 
He was crying. Goddammit, he was so fucking weak. 
Despite it all, despite every single horrible moment in his life, he never knew the feeling of true despair until you were taking your love for him back and saying it wasn’t real. 
“Billy, come on.” Your tone was persuasive, placating like you were trying to reason with him. You were talking to him as though you were telling a child that Santa or the Easter Bunny wasn’t real, that they never were, and they never will be. 
You used that same soothing, calming tone the first time you tried to convince Billy that you did love him. He remembered your exact words. “I love you, and no matter how much you fight me on it, I won’t let you take that away from me.” You had been caressing a fresh bruise on his cheek, and the kiss you had left there had overpowered the pain of his father’s wound. 
“Don’t,” Billy mumbled. “Stop.”
Don’t corrupt that voice, he pleaded, though the words wouldn’t escape him. Don’t take that away from me.
“Billy.” You drew his attention back to you, and, despite the stiffness of his cheeks and lips, he sneered at your pitying gaze. “Be realistic. How could I have ever loved you?”
“Stop.”
“Your father hates you, Billy.” Your voice raised, eyes burning with a new fire into his own watery ones. “Your own mother left you. Do you know what that makes you?”
“Stop.”
“Do you know what that makes you, Billy?” you demanded, teeth bared. “It makes you unloveable.”
“STOP!”
“Billy?”
“STOP!” Billy flinched awake, sweat dripping down his forehead and spine, shivering at the breeze of his bedroom. Chest heaving, his eyes were wild and unfocused as they darted about the dark room, few objects such as his dresser and desk only visible due to the moonlight filtering through his window. 
Sighing heavily, Billy dragged his hands down his face, groaning softly and massaging his temples. 
“What a fuckin’ nightmare,” he grumbled before peering over at you. 
You, still curled up beside him, sleeping peacefully. Your hair splayed out along one of his pillows, one of his shirts wrinkled and twisted around your form, your leg still crooked over his hips. 
You were still his. Thank fuck, you were still his. 
“YN,” he shook you awake, one hand on your shoulder.
You hummed in your sleep, lips twitching downwards at the disturbance. “Wha…?” you grumbled, not bothering to open your eyes. 
“Babe, c’mon, let’s go for a drive. Wake up.”
“Nooooo,” you moaned. 
“Yessss.”
“Can I sleep on the drive?”
He raised a brow. “You think you’ll be able to?”
One eye of yours peeked open, focusing on him instantly. You pouted.
Billy’s chest tightened, but for the first time since the dream, he felt like he could breathe. Thank God. He was not going to sleep another wink tonight. Not in that damned house, at least. 
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Fine, fine, I’ll go. Stop giving me your little puppy dog eyes.” You rolled off the bed, falling onto the floor with a thud before rising to your feet and wrapping a blanket around your head and shoulders like a cloak. “But there are ground rules, mister.” You held up your hand to him. “One, you can’t drive over 30 miles an hour. Two, no loud music- or, wait, no music at all-”
“What?”
“-Three, only for the next hour or so, then we’re going back to my place to go to sleep.” You gave him a pointed look. “Deal?”
His lips sloped into his usual smirk as he rose to his feet, arms instantly moving to wrap around your waist and tug you into his chest, close and tight. 
“Deal.”
You. You, you, you. God, he never wanted to think about that nightmare again, and if he never again heard the words “I hate you” fall from your lips, even as a joke, it would be too soon. You were still his, and he knew, he fucking knew, dammit, that you loved him.
“Why are you so sweaty?”
“Don’t ask.”
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Steve Harrington: 
“Steve,” Robin muttered softly. Her gaze was downcast, and she had one arm around the front of his chest and shoulders, trying to hold him back and redirect him. “Don’t look.”
“What’s going on?” He tried to peer around the others, all of whom either had their backs turned or looked at him mournfully. “Hey, what’s-” he tried to push past Robin, but Dustin rushed forward to help stop him, “-what the hell is going on?! Guys?!”
They all stood in a half circle around… something, he couldn’t see what. The kids and Nancy and Goddamn everyone except-
“YN,” Steve breathed out in realization. His heart was stuck in his throat, and the pounding of his own blood drowned out the quiet whispers of the others. “No. No, no, no, no—NO!” He shoved past the pairs of arms, pushing past a tearful Max and a sobbing Eleven, only to feel his whole body flinch back at the sight. 
“YN,” he whispered again, horrified at the sight, not wanting to believe it. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God.”
Blood was- was everywhere. Steve’s knees wobbled and gave out as he collapsed into the forest floor beside you. His hands hovered over your body, feeling the heat rolling off it in waves from the gushes of hot, crimson liquid seeping from obscured wounds. A pool of it, he realized, dampened the knees of his jeans, cooling against his skin. 
“Steve,” you whimpered, “I’m scared. It hurts so bad.” You trembled, hands curled into tight fists as you clenched your eyes shut, tears trailing down into your sweat-soaked hair. 
“This isn’t right—you can’t… fuck.” He tore a hand through his brown tufts before springing into action, scraping himself along the damp soil to ease his legs underneath your back, your body lying perpendicular to his so he could lean your head in his lap. 
“YN, I…” he trailed off, gasping for air as his wavering hands encompassed your face. “I don’t know what to do,” he choked out helplessly. 
And you reached up to grasp his wrist, eyes so innocent and terrified. “Steve, please, I don’t wanna die.”
“This was never supposed to happen,” he rambled indignantly. “No no no because I was supposed to protect you because I always protect you, and now this is going so, so fucking wrong.” He felt the oncoming headache that arrived with fresh tears, the snot dribbling down his nose and onto his upper lip, the cold sweat that covered his body head to toe. He wanted to throw up and sob and hold you close and tight and never, never fucking let you go. 
His own heart, as you lay in his arms, was being ripped from his chest. No help was coming, there was no time to heal or press on what was already far too damaged to halt. You were… you were…
“Please,” you wailed, your screams echoing into the forest. He could hear the others shuffling around behind him, their own sobs fading into the mix. “No, please, I don’t wanna die! Steve, please!”
Steve could feel your cheeks getting colder, and he watched as your hands slowly began to unfurl at your sides. “YN, I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me, I can’t-” his own whimper cut himself off. 
“Steve,” you gasped for breath, your voice so small, so weak. “You said you would protect me.” The furrow in your brow smoothed itself out, and your chest began to slow its heaving movements. 
“I know, I know,” he weeped. “I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”
“You love me?” you whispered back. Your eyes, that had been locked on his for so long, filled with fear and anguish, shifted away, losing themselves in the black sky above. A small smile broke out on your bloodstained lips. 
“YN?” Steve questioned fearfully, sniveling as he peeled the hair away from your face. 
“I never knew that you loved me, Steve.” A single tear broke loose from your eyelids as you let them droop closed. “I love…” You mouthed the word you before you sighed, your body finally losing all of its tension, its stress—its fear.
Steve let out a quivering breath, his hands cupping your cheeks swiftly. “YN? YN?!”
“Steve.” A hand pressed on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off viciously. 
“YN!” He peeled back your eyelids, blanching at the blank look in your irises. “No, no, come on, I was supposed to protect you!” he cried out hysterically. 
Steve’s body curled over yours like he was collapsing in on himself, mouth mumbling pleas as he slid a hand over your chest, above your heart. 
Nothing.
“Steve!” The hand on his shoulder was more insistent, shaking him back and forth violently. 
No. He wasn’t going to leave you. Not now, not yet.
“Steve, wake up!”
“What?” Steve’s eyes flew open, and his head straightened up from the back of the couch, causing Dustin to yelp and jump back in shock. 
“Jesus, what the fuck?!” the younger boy screeched, leaving Steve wincing and pressing two hands to his ears. 
“Goddamn,” he hissed, “You really need to hit puberty faster; these voice cracks of yours are gonna leave me deaf one of these days.”
“Well it’s not my fault you sleep like a bear in hibernation.”
“Ew, what? That's disgusting, Dustin,” Steve grimaced. 
Dustin facepalmed. “You’re thinking of ‘heat,’ genius, I said ‘hibernation.’”
Steve faltered, nodding absentmindedly. “Oh.”
“Yeah, anyways,” he rolled his eyes, “you better head home.”
“Movie night over already?” Steve dug his palms against his eyes, trying harshly to wipe away the image of—er, that happening to you—from his mind. 
“Uh, yeah,” Dustin deadpanned, “Princess Leia changed out of her bikini about two hours ago, but I’m glad you were paying attention.”
“Well, look, if it makes you feel any better, the dream I just had was terrible,” Steve groaned, rising up from the coach and grabbing his jacket off the coffee table. 
“Yeah, I heard. Something about ‘oh no’ and ‘don’t leave’ and ‘YN, YN, YN.’” The tween rolled his eyes. “Dude, if you ask me, I’d say just ask her out already, ‘cause your pining from a distance is getting pretty depressing.”
Steve stared at him with pursed lips and blank, dead eyes. 
Then he fondled for his car keys in his jacket pocket and huffed. “Yep, I’m gonna go. See ya around, Henderson.”
“I’m serious, Steve!” Dustin called after him. “It’s getting creepy! Why don’t you just tell her that you’re absolutely whipped for-”
Steve slammed the door of his house, trekking towards his car while grumbling under his breath. “Frickin’ Dustin. I’m not whipped. Nobody,” he slid into the seat of his car, staring into the rearview mirror and adjusting it, “nobody has ever had me…” he paused, staring at his bloodshot eyes, at his tear-stained cheeks. 
“Fuck.” He glanced back at Dustin’s house, its windows still open and flashing with the action of a movie.
Goddammit, Henderson. 
Steve put his car into drive, pulling out of the driveway and onto the street, but when he slowed at his usual turn, he slammed the brakes on the car instead and stared at the sign of the intersecting street. 
You lived almost two blocks from there—Steve never realized that. 
He could—no, no he couldn’t. It was the middle of the night, around eleven o’clock according to his dash, so why in the world did he have the right to wake you up for news like that?
It can wait. His feelings can wait.
He said those exact words ten more times as he drove to your house, clumsily throwing it into park alongside the sidewalk in front of your home. He knew which window corresponded with your room, as aside from being the group babysitter and helicopter mother, he was also the chauffeur. 
“This is stupid,” he muttered to himself as he stepped out of his car, slamming the door shut. “This is so dumb; this is a terrible idea. One of the worst, actually.” 
But he picked up the pebble out of your garden and chucked it at your window anyway, pure adrenaline launching the rock at a high speed and making perfect contact with the middle of the glass.
It also left a sizable crack.
“Oh shit,” Steve hissed under his breath, hands flying up to his hair as he saw your light switch on. “Shit, shit, shit.”
The window slid up, and before he knew it, your glare found his form. Your head was leaned outside of the window, hands braced against the sill as you whisper-shouted at him. “Seriously, Steve?! What the fuck?!”
“Sorry, sorry,” he jogged closer to your house, questioning scaling the side to climb into your window, but then he noticed your tangled, matted hair and nightshirt. “Yeah, that’s my bad, I, uh,” he chuckled nervously, “sometimes I forget my own strength.” He shrugged lamely. 
You gestured angrily at the window. “How the hell am I supposed to fix this?”
This is going so wrong. Dammit, he knew this wouldn’t go well. 
“YN,” he called out to you, trying to get your attention as you investigated the crack with a sigh. 
“What, genius? Got another grand idea?” you snarked. “Why don’t you go break the locks off my front door too while you're at it-”
“YN, I’m in love with you.”
You choked on your next words, eyes flying open. “What?!”
“I’m just- I’m in love with you, and I really wanted you to know that.”
While he shifts back and forth on his feet, your mouth bobs open and closed. 
“Are you serious?” you finally land on. 
“Don’t call me Shirley?” he offered back lamely, and you dragged a hand down the front of your face. 
Nonetheless, you wore a wide, abashed grin. “You’re a goddamn fool, Steve Harrington.”
Steve shook his head and smiled at that. “Only for you, babe.”
“Now go home and go to sleep so I can kiss you tomorrow, dumbass,” you waved him away. 
A stupid, lovesick smirk took over his face, painting him the absolute dope you always pegged him as. “Sounds like a plan, doll.” He spun around, swallowing a large gulp of air and wondering if you could see the way his hands shook as he unlocked his car. 
“Steve! Wait!”
 He turned back, almost too eager, to see a large blush blooming on your face in the light of your room. “I love you too.”
What a horrible, terrible, shitty-ass, perfectly timed nightmare.
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stranger-nightmare · 2 years
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Dating Billy Hargrove Headcanons
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN! / AFAB! Reader
Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI
A/N: in a world where Billy is a still lil damaged but he’s not an actual abusive asshole… um so yeah I hope you like! <3 p.s. this is another quite long one
next up is Jonathan and he will be the last in this lil series of headcanons <3
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This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
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SFW
Billy to me just screams three tropes; enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, and semi-secret relationship
okay so what I mean by semi-secret relationship is that your parents forbid you from seeing this boy who has the bad-boy reputation around town, so that’s the forbidden romance aspect obviously, so you guys have to date in secret but you’re very public about it at school and when you’re hanging out etc., it just has to stay a secret from your parents
so how it starts is the two of you can’t stand each other, he thinks you’re prissy and entitled, you think he’s an idiot and an asshole
and then the two of you get paired together on some school project and you think it’s literally your worst nightmare, but it actually ends up accidentally being the start of your relationship
the two of slowly start to build a tolerance and understanding of one another, not quite friends yet but perhaps almost…
then one evening you’re round his house to work on the project when you’re accidentally witness to the way Billy’s dad treats him and suddenly everything about him just makes sense and you feel a pang in your heart for him
Billy comes back into the room and you can tell he’s close to tears but he tries to keep himself together, he’s visibly shaking and for a moment you’re worried it’s with anger and rage
until he suddenly just completely breaks down in front of you
you end up spending the rest of the evening just holding him and stroking his hair / back, not saying anything, just generally being there for him
once he’s calmed down he looks up at you and he almost looks terrified, begging you to promise to not to tell anyone what happened
you tell him you won’t and you also tell him that if anything ever happens again that you’d be there for him if he wanted
you didn’t think he would actually follow through with that offer but suddenly a week later you’re getting a call from him asking if he can see you
so low-key this relationship starts with trauma bonding tbh, the two of you seek refuge and safety in each other when things were going shitty in your lives
but eventually Billy ends up inviting you to hang out, the two of you slowly but surely starting to spend more and more time with each other, you basically end up going on a bunch of unofficial ‘dates’
your parents didn’t like the look of Billy from the few times he came over for that school project and they basically forbade you from seeing him outside of school, so you were constantly lying to your parents pretending you were hanging out with friends when you were actually going to meet Billy
one night, after one of these unofficial dates, he drives you home like normal (stopping just round the corner so your parents don’t see) but just as you’re about to get out his car he suddenly takes your chin in his hand and twists your head until his lips are on yours
it’s a very desperate and urgent kiss, you can feel him questioning everything as he continues to kiss you, like questioning if this was the right thing to do
so you kiss him back enthusiastically to answer his unspoken questions and soothe his nerves
...but unfortunately Billy still beats himself up over it and thinks he’s messed everything up and so starts distancing himself and being a bit bitchy towards you again
so you confront him and call him out on it, leading to a heated argument, which then ultimately leads to a heated make-out session and then, well, you end up basically hate-fucking
except afterwards you tell him how you feel about him and he meekly apologises for his shitty behaviour and explains that it was bc he liked you too but just didn’t know how to handle it
so now the two of you are officially a thing you have to be even more careful about hiding it from your parents
dating Billy means becoming friends with Max and her constantly telling you that you could do better lmao
I feel like Billy does have a soft and sweet side but he hardly ever lets it show and when he does it only when the two of you are completely alone
one of his favourite things is actually stargazing in a lil field the two of you discovered, and it’s a date he takes you on a quite frequently
he just likes the peace and the quiet and the beauty of the night sky, often the two of you will just lie next to each other on a blanket, both looking up at the stars but your head are tilted to be touching each other’s, and you’ll just lie there in complete silence, just enjoying the view and being close with one another
him sneaking you in to the local pool late at night for some of those ‘private swimming lessons’, but also to just generally splash around and have fun together as well
going to watch / support him at his basketball games, making-out in the locker rooms
him giving you his jacket when it’s cold
he gives you his lil necklace that he always wears, which is cute but it’s also a possessive / showing off thing as well, like everyone knows it’s his necklace so to see you wearing it is basically like him proclaiming that you are his
this is kinda the same vibe when he gives you his shirts to wear, he likes other people being able to see that you’re his
being in a relationship with Billy is very intense, often heated, both in terms of the bedroom and in terms of arguing
Billy can be very jealous and possessive and it’s usually the thing you argue about most frequently
arguments with Billy are very intense, and usually it’s best for you to just remove yourself from the situation until he’s had time to calm down a bit
on the plus side though Billy is very much one for make-up sex so
him secretly loving it when you play with and brush his hair
he likes to show you off in public which normally is fine but sometimes he’ll take the pda a lil too far, like trying to full-on make-out with you in public or something and you have to tell him to chill
you allow it at parties though, you kind of like making-out with him and having him run his hands all over your body whilst all the other girls watch and scoff with jealousy, it makes you feel powerful tbh
overall dating Billy is intense and often feels like being on rollercoaster sometimes, but you love him regardless
pet-names: (for you) baby, babygirl, princess, sweetcheeks, angel, my girl (if you do go by such labels)
pet-names: (for him) ngl I don’t think like Billy likes being called by pet-names too much so you keep it simple like babe and baby
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corruption kink for sure, he loves being the first person to ever fuck you and be the one that gets to teach all the various ways to ‘sin’
Billy is definitely into fucking you in public places, case and point the swimming pool at night as mentioned above
but like also the amount of times you’ve hooked up in the locker rooms at the pool is unreal, he just loves the thrill of potentially being caught
Billy is typically quite rough during sex, like he’ll leave you bruised for days at a time, and he definitely uses you to fuck out his frustrations on frequently
Billy is definitely into quickies, sometimes that all you can afford considering the whole forbidden from seeing each other thing
but when you do have the time the patience this man has when it comes to teasing you is un-fucking-real
like he could literally spend hours just toying with you, having you tied up, unable to move, whilst he touches you or eats you out, repeatedly bringing you right to the edge, but still not letting you cum
he just loves having that much control over your body and over your pleasure
like if we’re talking giving or receiving he definitely usually prefers receiving but something about having that much control over your body when he’s giving is also something that just turns him on behind belief
I feel like I could potentially see him being into shibari tbh, he just really likes to have you tied down so he can use you as his own lil fucktoy when he wants / needs to
he’s very into degradation when it comes to sex, both degrading you and letting you degrade him when he’s in the mood
he has a breeding kink but not in the ‘I’m gonna fill you with babies’ way but more like he just wants to make you so full of him, like cumming in you is staking some kind of claim over you and your body
of course he also likes to cum on you quite a lot too, on your back after he’s just fucked you, or on your face / tits if you’ve just blown him
he would ask if you’d let him film the two of you so he can make his own lil sex tape to keep for himself
is very into marking you up with hickies and bruises from his fingertips (consensually), and he fucking loves to choke you
is definitely into spanking you, and this includes a lil bit of pussy slapping too
and likes to gag you
is into hair pulling, both him pulling yours and you pulling his
likes to watch you get yourself off, whether it be with your own hands, or on his thigh
he’d be into boot riding for sure
Billy is actually kinda loud during sex, grunting and groaning a lot
but he’s quiet when he needs to be, like when you’re having to be sneaky at his house or something
and if you get too loud he’ll put his hand over your mouth to muffle your ‘happy screams’
sometimes in order to be actually alone he ends up just driving around with you which ultimately ends up to the two of you frequently having sex in his car
Billy does occasionally have a bit more of a soft side when it comes to sex, like the few times he’s more in a sub mode, like when he’s had a really shit time with his father or something and he just wants / needs you to take care of him
during these times he’s also got a major praise kink himself, he likes to be told that he’s a good boy and that he’s enough and he’s nothing like his father etc., like you’re almost giving him a mini pep talk whilst you’re fucking
aftercare is usually the bare minimum from him, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but yeah I mean he’s not exactly going all out
he’ll get you a warm cloth to wipe yourself down with and he’ll throw you a shirt of his to wear, but that’s pretty much about it
he’s not exactly one for full on snuggling and cuddling too often, on the rare occasion he’ll properly spoon you, or if he’s really broken up about something he’ll let you spoon him, otherwise for the most part he just likes to lie on his back and let you rest by his side with your head on his bicep
he falls asleep super fast after sex and he snores like a truck lmao
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Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.
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18 | prologue
summary: billy has always loved the sea and his mother, and yet he has always known that love wasn't for him. Now that he's older he just has his Camaro and the routine of leaving girls bed's at dawn, yet nothing prepared him for what he saw on one of his nights out.
warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, mentions of sex.
listen to: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift | Family line - Conan Gray | This love - Maroon 5 (playlist here)
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Billy Hargrove had always known that love wasn’t for him. 
He might’ve not known it when he was too young when he didn’t manage to perceive what kind of relationship his parents had but god, as soon as he realized it, his perception of loved seemed forever tainted. 
He loved his mother, he truly did. She was always there for him, she knew about his dreams and his fears and she never judged him for them. She gave him all the love that a mother would, but even a bit more as it seemed like his father didn’t really like him. 
Neil Hargrove was a harsh man, he never showed even a drop of kindness to anyone and even less to his son. He was violent beyond words and although his punches were hard on Billy’s body, his words hit him even harder. It came to a point that Billy knew what his father would say about him as if it was a poem he had to memorize for school, it usually went as: you are worthless, how could I have such an idiot kid? I’m supposed to raise this pussy? Such a waste of space. 
It hurt him a lot, he would spend hours crying by his mother’s side. 
He didn’t believe it could get any worse, and yet it did. 
As he grew older, he didn’t hide in his room like before when the fights between his parents started. The yelling, the screaming, the broken plates, the insults, and soon the punches that ended up with him in the middle trying to defend his mother against his father. 
Not that he could do much at ten. 
It wasn’t long before the only place where he felt safe wasn’t at home but on the ocean. He loved the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand, he loved the warm summer breeze that cooled off his cheeks and nose when he came to breathe from the water. Soon, his mother got him a surfboard and he couldn’t have been happier. He was so good at it, that his mother and others called him a natural. He could spend hours surfing without a care in the world, he liked how his golden curls soaked with the seawater and feeling like he was all alone as he was draped on his surfboard while resting. 
And then his mother left him. 
Billy didn’t surf again after that, it hurt too much. He asked her for so long if she was going to come back for him and yet although she had assured her that she would with a trembling voice, it never happened. 
He has left with his dad.
He never went surfing again. 
After that, something changed in Billy. 
He remembered his first report cards, they described him as an extroverted and smart kid, who was kind to his classmates but soon the report cards turned into warnings of his violent tendencies and the multiple fights he got on with classmates of him over the smallest disagreement. People started to fear him at school and soon was known for starting and ending fights. 
Then, his father married Susan Mayfield who later turned into Susan Hargrove. She was a beautiful, feminine, and most importantly a quiet woman, who obeyed his father and would stay quiet, unlike his mother. She also had a kid that was the opposite of herself. Max was a tomboy and she didn’t like anything that normal girls would like, she was never quiet and had a lot of opinions. If Billy was being honest, he saw a lot of him in Max. 
Nonetheless, Billy’s distrustful demeanor didn’t allow him and Max to get along a lot of the time at first, although sometimes they did and Billy actually felt okay?
It started small, with Billy watching Halloween and Max joining in. Billy taught Max how to ride a skateboard that he was already getting bored as he thought about the car he wanted to buy when he turned sixteen. Billy then taught her how to actually fight. And the moments whenever Billy’s dad beat him, Max stood up for him and tried to protect him since Neil never got it in him to hit Max, she offered him ice after any fight and they would sit alone without talking while listening to music. 
He wouldn’t say he loved her as a sister, but he appreciated her.
Soon, after his sixteen birthday, his favorite place became his Camaro. He had worked almost every day since he was fourteen to save enough money to afford it and he spend every day in that car. A deep part inside of him knew that his car reminded him of surfing and the ocean. The waves crashing against the sand were replaced by the engine of his car, the warm summer breeze could also be felt if he pulled all of his windows down and he was an actually good driver although he could be a little reckless. 
Most importantly, his appearance plus the car allowed him to get some interesting attention from girls. 
He didn’t realize it probably until he started High School, how people would watch him arrive at his cars, how girls would stare at him and how her cheeks would be tainted pink if he got too close to them and soon Billy had his first kiss. Honestly, it was mostly a stolen one by Sharon Carter, who had grabbed Billy by the neck and put her tongue down his throat. 
He didn’t particularly enjoy it but with time everything got better.
Soon, Billy realized that if he didn’t enjoy his life and if his home was hell, he decided to take pleasure where he may find it since it was so scarce for him. He started to have fun with girls, multiple girls,  but if he was being honest he was pretty picky on who he decided to go out with. Some called Billy a slut and he got the reputation because it did precede him since he was no one’s boyfriend but still, he didn’t particularly enjoy it and he really thought he had a certain code of honor. 
He always was pretty clear about what he wanted, which was to mess around and have sex. He always was clear on what he wanted and what he was willing to give. So, he’d enjoyed the company of girls and enjoyed it well but as soon as he started to notice or feel like they were getting too close, too familiar, and have that glimmer in their eyes that only meant one thing, Billy would drop them and run away. 
He did it in California, and he did it in Hawkins. 
Nonetheless, with Summer over, Tommy and Carol had been all over Billy talking about how he probably should get a Queen otherwise his popularity would decline. He didn’t understand that if he was being honest, he believed that he was still on top but they gave him multiple reasons, such as the fear of the school wasn’t enough, that if he played with too many girls he would become an asshole and that if he wanted to graduate being Hawkin’s King, he should at least meet one girl to go to the major events and become the ‘it couple’. 
Billy really thought it was mostly bullshit that Carol had seen in a movie or a magazine but it made him wonder. Billy didn’t ever feel like he was worth something outside the halls of the school and if he lost that, although he didn’t even enjoy being King that much, what worth would he have?
Those were the thoughts that were plaguing him as he drove in the early hours of the morning after leaving the house of his latest fling. He didn’t get too much sleep after the fact or when Tina started to cry once he told her he was done. Honestly, Billy just wanted to cease his thoughts about everything as he drove slowly on the foggy street outside of the suburbs with no end. 
And then he heard the roar of an engine that snapped him wide awake. 
He turned to his right to see someone. 
On a motorcycle. 
Not any motorcycle but a fucking Yamaha Vmax. 
Billy squinted his eyes and then they opened wide as plates as they saw their legs, or her legs, the short skirt was riled up by the way she was leaning on her bike as she upped the speed. 
He didn’t understand if she was going so fast because of the fun of it or because she was actually running away from something. He understood the thrill of going fast in his own car but the way she was driving was right down insane, he was aware that if Hopper caught someone going on the road like that they would be detained as soon as possible, and yet she didn’t seem to care. 
And something lighted up in Billy. 
A thrill, a desire, something just made him throw his caution out the window.
Without missing a beat, Billy hit his pedals, and off he went behind you. 
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kaylawritesfics · 2 years
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I’ll just leave it here🐰
could you do a first kiss/confession preference with stranger things boys? (Steve, Billy, Eddie + anyone you’d like to add) thanks in advance💕🌸
First Kiss With The Stranger Things Boys
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Steve Harrington:
Your first kiss with Steve would catch you totally off guard. It would probably happen after a near death experience.
You’d both be panting, exhausted and covered in blood. The weight of your situation would suddenly hit Steve and before he even really processes what he’s doing, his lips are on yours.
The kiss is rushed and a little messy, but passionate and soft at the same time.
He’d be a little flustered and embarrassed when you both pull away. It’s definitely not how he wanted that to go.
He would laugh a little and probably apologize for his impulsivity but overall he doesn’t regret it. He knows that things could go wrong at any moment and he refuses to die without letting you know how he feels.
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Jonathan Byers:
Jonathan is absolutely the softest guy on the list !! He would be building up the courage to kiss you for weeks, maybe months, before he actually does.
This one would not be out of the blue. You’d probably be waiting for him to kiss you for a long time before he finally takes the leap.
You would be sitting in his room, both of you quiet as music plays softly in the background. He would lean in so slowly, giving you plenty of time to reject him if you would like to.
Jonathan’s kiss is so soft and barely there. He doesn’t want to take things too fast or make you uncomfortable so he sticks to a light, gentle kiss.
When you pull away, he immediately gets all smiley and blushy. He’s pretty proud of himself for actually taking the step.
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Billy Hargrove:
This man would want to kiss you the moment he saw you. He’d probably kiss you the same day he met you if we’re being honest.
You barely know him and you know that you shouldn’t be doing this but he’s so attractive and he sweet talks the shit out of you and before you know it, you’re making out with Billy Hargrove in the back of his Camaro.
Billy’s kiss is rough and sudden, full of clashing teeth and roaming hands.
He’d absolutely rush your first kiss, not really seeing the romantic or sappy aspects of it.
When you pull away, he’s very cocky and proud, knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger already.
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Eddie Munson:
Eddie is absolutely the kind of guy to get really excited over something and kiss you before he recognizes what he’s doing !!
He’s still pumped up with adrenaline after a show with his band. Seeing you in the crowd fired him up more than he expected, leading to his performance being absolutely insane.
After the show, he would immediately find you, spouting on excitedly about the show and how glad he is that you could make it.
Before it even registers in his mind, he’s planting a quick kiss on your lips, his hands finding your waist.
When he pulls away, he’s a little confused with himself, but overall he’s still filled with adrenaline and decides to reflect on his actions later.
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Thank you! If you don’t like this idea I can always give another one🤠 pls ignore it if u don’t like it
giving dom Billys huge cock a handjob. You’re sleeping and hear him moaning in your ear, wanting attention. You both sit up from the bed and you ask him to be the little spoon, he reluctantly agrees since he wants relief. You give him a handjob from behind but, Eddies sleeping in the other room so he moans loud just enough for you to hear knowing how much it turns you on. But, in the end he cums so much with the loudest moan ever. You immediately cover his mouth in fear, turning him on so much as he’s the dom that his cum keeps going all over his stomach.
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IMPROVISATION - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (MINORS DNI WITH SMUT)
W.C 1967- INBOX (please request !) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER
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Since you've been dating Billy, you've become a heavy sleeper. He's not himself, or he didn't used to be, so your entire night was spent tossing and turning while he did the same. Eventually, when you got your own place and Billy no longer had to worry about Neil storming in, he slept through the night. As did you, and now you're able to get a full eight hours without getting elbowed or kicked or rolled on.
Apparently, you're not immune to grinding, though. Perhaps it's a combination of both the soft sunlight spilling through your curtains, pricking at your eyelashes, and Billy's arm over your stomach that wakes you, but when your eyes blink hazily open, lashes grating against your pillowcase, you feel his stiff hips against your backside.
"Billy," You groan, smashing your face into your pillow and flattening your nose, "Not now. M'tired."
"But- mmm," He moans, nose butting against the back of your ear. His breath is hot against your skin there, and he lets out a shaky exhale, rutting his hips against your ass once more.
"Come on," He rasps, teeth sliding against your soft earlobe ever-so-slightly, sending a zing of electricity down your spine, "Just a quickie, babe. You don't even have to do anything, I'll just be in and out."
You don't doubt that it would be quick. You can feel Billy's dick pressing hard and stiff into your ass, and you'd bet money that he's already oozing pre.
Still, you're not sure you're ready for that much this early in the morning. Your hand twitches where it's buried under the blankets and you clench your fist, warming up your fingers and turning in Billy's grasp.
There's not nearly as much friction for Billy to rut into now, but he takes it as an invitation. He rolls over top of you, grinding his hips down into your cunt, and it feels good, but you're still not eager to get too messy.
"Slow down," You laugh weakly, voice bleary and muddled with sleep, "Roll over, big guy."
"Hm?" Billy hums, lips already sucking against your jaw like a leech, "Whaddya mean?"
"Roll over," You repeat, snaking a hand under his side to push against his torso. He's not awake enough yet to react in time, and he slides off of you with an unceremonious thump.
"Babe," He groans, assuming you're denying him once more, "Come on, please? I know you're tired, but you don't even have to move."
"I don't want your dick in me this early!" You huff out a laugh, "Just turn over, Billy. I'll jerk you off."
His eyes light up and his teeth make their first visual appearance of the day in a lazy grin. He reaches for his boxers, fumbling to get them off quick, "Thanks, babe. 'Don't even need to turn, you can just do it here."
"Mm-mm," You shake your head, holding your hand by his bulge, "This is killer on the wrist. Just turn over, Billy, what, are you afraid of being little spoon?"
You've hit the nail on the head. Billy doesn't like turning his back to the door. You shudder to think of why, late nights spend staring at the door praying no one came through to hit him, back never fully turned in case of an attack. But you're offering a high reward for the risk he's taking; sex if he fights his fear.
"You can trust me," You urge, after seeing his eyes narrow slightly in contemplation. Logically, he knows he's safe with you. But old habits die hard, and he abhors the thought of facing away from the door. When you kiss his shoulder, the tan skin practically calling your name from right by your face, he relents, tension ebbing away.
"Fine," He grumbles, but you know he's just grumpy for show. He turns, and you're sure it feels odd to be laying on that hip, since he's always positioned differently.
It's like the second he's let his guard down, something has to prod it back up. You're mid-kiss to BIlly's toned back, lips molding to the curves and bulges of his muscles, when something moves in another room. You both stiffen, but Billy's turned over in a second, wide eyes staring at the door. You take a moment, think about whether you've left any precariously balanced items lying around, then-
"Eddie," You groan, and Billy heaves a sigh.
Eddie's on tour with his band, and on their SoCal stop, you'd invited him to stay a few nights. He's been happy to get a night in a room to himself, and his bandmates had been happy to have one less sweaty man around all the time. They love each other, of course, but touring is hard.
"S'just Eddie," You reaffirm, stroking a hand down Billy's chest now that he's facing you once more, "It's okay. 'Sounds like he just rolled over. Wanna keep going? We can be quiet."
Billy nods warily; he knows there's no danger, he knows that even if Eddie hears you, the door's locked and he's not gonna come barging in, but he's still spooked, adrenaline lingering in his system.
He turns back over in bed, muscles tense once again as you press your face to his back. Slowly but surely, kiss by kiss, he mellows out, until you've pecked every available inch of his back and he's squirming in place.
"Babe," He breathes, voice gruff and heavy, "C'mon. 'Don't got all day, Eddie's gonna wake up soon."
"He sleeps 'till noon," You snort, pressing one last kiss to the space between Billy's shoulder blades, "You ready, baby?"
"Yeah," He pants, feeling your hand creep up his hip towards his achingly hard bulge, "Ah, fuck- babe, hurry up."
You finally stop teasing, and your hand cups Billy's clothed cock. He bucks into your hands immediately, nearly splitting his lip with how hard he bites it to keep himself quiet.
"Oh fuck," He grunts, keeping his voice just low enough so that Eddie can't hear, "Babe- ngh, yeah, just- just like that."
You give his bulge an affectionate squeeze, one that has Billy's face turning as he buries it in his pillow. It's the only way he's able to muffle his moans, and you carefully tug down the waistband of his boxers to let his cock spring free.
It's big, you know it is, but when you hear the smack as it bounces up to hit his stomach, your mouth waters. You can't wait to get your hands on it, so you don't. Your teeth grate against a bulge of muscle in Billy's back and you reach for the base of his cock, lifting your thumb to run through his tip and collect a smear of precum.
He hisses at the contact, and you're pleased to find that he's already leaked enough to coat half of his dick in slick, sticky pre. It makes your job easier, and you smear the portion that you'd collected over your palm to wrap it again around his base.
Pleasure courses through Billy's veins, hot and biting, as you stroke him. He's panting into his pillow, his hips tense as you pump your fist over his cock, and the higher up your hand travels on every jerk, the more the muscles in his stomach tighten.
When you run the length of your palm all the way up his sex, enough to close it off around the tip and squeeze ever-so-slightly, he lets out a muffled cry. It really sounds like a sob, and you kiss into his back again as an apology. He's extra sensitive in the mornings, you know that, and you've been teasing him thus far; it's no wonder he's almost ready to cum.
"Go on, Billy," You hum into his back, hand pumping steadily up and down his length, "You wanna cum, baby? Cum."
He lets out a guttural groan at your words, and you know he's closer than ever. He's bucking his hips into your palm now, ramming his cock through your fist as if you're not going fast enough. On the upstroke, his balls are hitting your fist, your pinky plunging against the heated skin as he thrusts into your grip.
"Come on," You urge, tongue snaking out to lick a fat, wet stripe up Billy's back as your other hand reaches out from under him and around his front, massaging gently at his balls, "Cum, Billy, cum on my hand."
That's what does it. He's marking you, when he rides your fist to completion and plunges the tip of his cock into the center of your palm, splattering it with white, sticky cum; it's a brand. He's painting your skin, and when his orgasm rips through him, a moan tears his throat apart.
It's loud, and without thinking, you cover his face with your palm. Of course, it's one that's covered in a tacky layer of his seed, and his eyes widen as his release is suddenly against his mouth.
He's not used to you taking control. Something about your palm flattening over his mouth, muffling his moan and shutting him up only makes him cum more, and with your hand out of the way, his stomach is the next target. His cock is still so hard, so stiff, that he splatters his torso, but neither of you can worry about cleanup now.
He's good at improvisation. His tongue darts out to press flat to your palm, licking his cum off of your skin. He's a good kisser, you should have known he'd be excellent no matter where he put his tongue, but the warm muscle snakes between your fingers and something under your belly stutters its approval.
Once his cum is cleared away, and all that covers your hand is a thin layer of spit, he turns. His cock is still out, half-hard because no matter how old he is, you think he'll always have the stamina of a horny teenage boy. He goes straight for your mouth, licking into it with a tongue tasting of his own seed.
Your morning breath is no match for Billy, and he's got the inside of your mouth painted with the taste of his cum in no time. He's a sloppy kisser, especially in the mornings, and each time his tongue slides against yours, that feeling below your stomach grows.
He's on top of you before you can process his movements, hands pawing eagerly, desperately against the hem of your pajama pants. He's mewling into your mouth like a man starved, grunting and groaning as he licks your tongue sloppy. He's a nanosecond away from tearing the fabric of your pajamas thread by thread to jam his stiff dick into your cunt, when you hear feet crossing the floor from your spare room to the hallway bathroom. You both freeze, and Billy reluctantly pulls away from your mouth to stare at the door.
You hear a loud, stuffy cough, and some of the arousal fades from your core. Then Eddie blows his nose, murmuring an, 'oh, god.' at whatever he'd managed to produce. Billy turns to you with a wrinkled nose, a grimace clear on his face as he slides off of you.
He's not hard anymore.
"Gross," You whisper, your sticky hand feeling a lot less sexy now. You're officially turned off, and you lay your head against Billy's shoulder while you wait for Eddie to get out of the bathroom.
Finally, his feet move again, and you wonder if you'll be able to get yourselves going again. Then there's a fist pounding against your door, and Billy's hand tightens around your waist.
"You guys are animals!" Eddie shouts through the wood, "Your bed is literally a foot away from mine! These walls are thin!"
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dameronology · 2 years
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ST boys/robin + nicknames?? <3
eddie's go to is always babe and sometimes baby. in fact, he rarely uses your actual name. if he's looking for you, he'll just call out baaaaaabe and you're so familiar with his voice that you answer the way you would with your own name. baby is for when he's feeling clingy: baaaaaby, where are you? or baaaaaby, please pay attention to me. he fucking loves when you call him eds and ed, but especially edward. you're the only person he willingly allows to use that name.
steve's go to is sweetheart. he also loves shortened variations of your name but sweetheart just comes naturally to him. he also might thrown in a babe and if you're smaller than him, he teasingly calls you short stuff. and also hot stuff. for him, he loves and hates the term stevie in equal measures, and absolutely jumps for joy when you call him darling. it's what his parents always called one another but you say it with so much love that he's completely replaced the association in his head.
robin is simple: she calls you babe and very rarely anything else. it's always hey, babe and what's for dinner, babe? and love you, babe. steve was so confused for the first like month of your relationship because she never called you anything fucking else. robin, to you, is always baby or robs. she loves the latter, because you're the first person to call her that. with that said, it's funny to call her bob because she gets so annoyed
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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years
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No but Billy blowing his cigarette smoke into your mouth while kissing 🥵
Also, if you’re chewing gum he would absolutely make out with you and steal the gum right out of your mouth and start smacking it with that cheeky grin of his
Or OR both at the same time 😭
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