#billy’s clingy and steve is too

[harringroveera]

Steve: I left my phone for five minutes

[lovebugism]

✶   — SUMMER FIC FEST: THE MASTERLIST —   ✶

here you will find the entire collection of summer fic fest drabbles, organized by character and theme, for your viewing pleasure. i had a blast spending the summer with you all! let's do it again next year, shall we?

EDDIE MUNSON —   ;

✶ billy makes mean!eddie jealous at the pool

✶ you have a crush on your step brother's best friend

✶ eddie comforts his shy clingy gf at a party

✶ eddie comforts his shy gf when she gets homesick

✶ eddie (accidentally) rejects shy!you when you ask him out

✶ eddie loves giving his shy!gf compliments

✶ shy!you sticks up for eddie when jason bothers him

✶ your step brother's best friend sneaks into your bedroom

✶ eddie takes care of his shy!gf when she gets sunstroke

✶ your movie night with eddie doesn't go as planned

✶ your boyfriend hates the beach

✶ you and eddie battle a heatwave

✶ you ride virgin!eddie for the first time (18+)

STEVE HARRINGTON —   ;

✶ you love steve's scoops ahoy uniform a little too much (18+)

✶ steve takes his shy gf to the movies after a bad date

✶ steve patches up ditzy!reader while camping

✶ steve buys punchy!reader a bathing suit

✶ punchy!reader is scared to tell steve's friends you're dating

✶ steve comforts you during a storm

✶ shy!you has a hard time adjusting after starcourt

✶ steve and ditzy!you sneak into hawkins community pool

✶ steve, you, and the rest of the gang go to weathertop

✶ steve watches the stars with his mean!gf

✶ steve and his shy gf spend a morning together

✶ steve calls shy!you his lobster when you get sunburnt

✶ steve throws his grumpy gf a surprise party

✶ steve and you fuck in eddie's bathroom (18+)

✶ dad!steve has a choatic summer morning with his girls

✶ steve looks too pretty on vacation (18+)

STEDDIE —   ;

✶ you spend a day by the pool with your boys

✶ steve and eddie vs aftercare (18+)

[rafesveryrealgf]

heyy! I have a slutty request; giving Steve head while he's driving 🫣

A/n: I’ve been so MIA but I loved this request/this is my first ever Steve request so I really wanted to write it 😭 thank you for sending this in!!

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: gender is not specified!!, reader giving Steve head (obvi), Steve and reader being a clingy couple, cursing, pet names (baby, sweetheart) reader is Billy’s ex

It was a Friday night, you’d been laying comfortably in your full sized bed, watching a random show that had been playing on the tv while you waited anxiously for Steve, your boyfriend, to finally call you. Steve was at work and you always missed him while he was at work. The up side was he missed you just as much, if not more and he’d call you every chance he could. He’d take breaks every 30 minutes to call you which had Robin highly annoyed since they were the only two people working. Robin had wondered how in the hell someone could be so clingy, especially someone that went by ‘king Steve’ in high school.

You ,however, loved how clingy Steve was. You’d love the random phone calls he’d make when he was on break at work and missed you or the texts he’d sneak in while he was actively working, but you loved being near him even more. You loved how he’d pick you up from your house, you’d both do something until you were ready to go to his place since his parents were never home and then you’d end the night with a movie, that neither of you were actually watching, and you’d thought tonight would be no different.

But tonight Steve had made one phone call in the span of five hours and he hadn’t sounded the happiest. You could tell it wasn’t because of you and he’d tried to sound like he wasn’t annoyed at all when he’d called you so that you wouldn’t worry, but you knew Steve better than anyone. That was your Steve.

“Hey, baby,” you’d said softly when he’d finally called you.

You’d played with the stretched phone cord whilst laying on your bed, the show that you were once watching, now forgotten, and You tried so so hard not to sound too worried when you spoke, but It was Steve, and the only thing Steve looked forward to when going to work was talking to you throughout the whole day. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have even thought twice about the dry texts, but Steve was possibly the most clingiest person you’d ever met so it was odd for him.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” He’d spoke before you even had the chance to ask him why he was just now calling, his tone was dry and he almost sounded sad.

“Oh, it’s okay. don’t worry about it, baby,” you’d responded simply, you didn’t want to be a burden if he was already having a bad day, but your stomach was twisting from the worry. “Everything okay though?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He had the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, playing with the long cord the same way you’d been and he was nodding as if you could see him through the phone. “It’s Friday, so, you know, it’s Just been a busy day.”

You knew Steve, and you knew a busy day at Family Video wouldn’t have him in a slump like this. Family Video was rarely busy but when it was, Steve always handled it well. He was good with that kind of stuff.

“Makes sense,” you laughed breathlessly, you were now sitting up on your bed, crisscrossed, still playing with the phone cord. “Are you still gonna pick me up after your shift?” You’d wondered, your heart now beating out of your chest.

“Of course, sweetheart. Why wouldn’t I?”

You’d smiled at the nickname, it warmed your heart and had it beating a little less now. “No reason, just making sure.”

“Do you want me to?”

It was a silly question, of course you wanted him to.

“Of course I do?” It was more so a question than it was a statement. “Why wouldn’t I want you to, Steve?” You added.

There was a pause for a minute before he spoke again. “Hey, I gotta go, but uh, I’ll see you when I get off, yeah?”

And once again the tone of his voice had you frowning and your stomach upset.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, I love-“ and before you could finish, he’d hung up the phone.

That phone call had tears swelling up in your eyes, and perhaps you were being dramatic, perhaps your nightmares had become reality and he’d fallen out of love with you or maybe Steve had grown out of his clingy phase, or maybe he was just stressed.

You’d laid back on your bed, tears threatening to fall, a lump in your throat and the show on your tv long abandoned.

You knew Steve’s shift schedule like the back of your hand so when he’d pulled into your driveway an hour after his shift was supposed to end, you’d been convinced he was minutes away from breaking up with you.

Maybe you were just being dramatic. Hopefully you were just being dramatic.

When you walked out of your house, you saw Steve. His hair was a mess like he’d run his fingers through it a few times, his arm rested on the opened passenger door that he was leaning on with one of his legs crossed over the other leg.

He always opened the door for you, and even in his annoyed state, he’d done it still. You gave him a tight lipped smile, still nervous as you walked down your driveway even after a year of being with each other.

He gave you a small wave with his unoccupied hand.

You welcomed him with a hesitant kiss to the cheek and he’d kissed your forehead when you pulled away. “Sorry I’m late” he’d murmured against your forehead before pressing another kiss in the same spot again.

“Its okay, just glad you’re here now.” Still worried, you’d given him a convincing smile and hopped into the car.

Once you were settled into the car, Steve shut the door and stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his tight jeans, making his way around the car, back to the drivers seat.

The whole car ride was fairly silent, leaving you with your thoughts that were eating you up inside and when Steve pulled into the driveway of his house, putting the car in park, he’d finally spoken.

“Billy came into Family Video today,” Steve had finally broken the silence, but his words had your heart dropping.

Billy Hargrove, your shitty ex boyfriend from high school, that you’d dated for all of five months before you’d finally broken things off with him. He was the worlds biggest asshole and he’d treated you like shit.

Was this why Steve was in a mood?

“Shit, what did he do?” You threw your head back against the head rest, rolling your eyes then shifting your eyes to Steve.

During the quick moment of silence, you’d thought about every possible thing Billy could’ve said that would have Steve acting off.

“Said some shit to piss me off. We got into it.” Steve tightened his hold on the steering wheel, causing his knuckles to whiten even more. “Couldn’t say much since I was on the clock though. Would’ve gotten in trouble with my boss.” He gave a humorless laugh.

You’d slid your hand to Steve’s thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. “What did he say, Steve?”

“Doesn’t matter,” He shook his head before taking one hand off of the wheel and running it through his hair.

“It matters to me, Steve. I wanna know what’s got you all irritated, you know?”

There was a long silence before Steve spoke again. “You never told me he was your first,” he looked to you for a split second before looking ahead again.

You were taken aback. “What? Steve, I didn’t think it mattered. It was in high school.”

“I hate that,” he’d interrupted you before you could say anything else. “I hate that he’s seen you naked, you know? he didn’t deserve you.”

“Is that why you’re upset, why you barely texted or called me today?” You’d removed your hand from his thigh, shifting in your seat to get a better look at him. “Because that’s so unfair to me. I can’t control what happened in the past or what Billy says, but if you’re worried I’m ,like, attached to him ‘cause he was my first, that’s not the case at all.” You were rambling, leaving no room for Steve to talk. “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about Billy, Steve.”

“I know,” he mumbled whilst nodding, trying to convince himself that he was just overthinking, that he might even be a tad bit insecure.

“All that matters is you’re my last, right?” Your hand was back on his thigh, sliding up slowly and letting your hand roam around until your fingers were slightly touching his pants zipper.

He looked down to where your hand lingered, swallowing harshly before nodding. “Yeah, yeah.” he’d said breathlessly “right.” He’d mumbled once again, but this time it was due to how flustered he’d become.

You’d leaned across the middle console to kiss him, his breath smelling like the mint gum he’d been chewing on the way to your house, his clothes smelling like his expensive cologne. He’d kissed you back, his eyes screwed shut while your hand palmed at his growing cock through his jeans.

“Good,” you’d smiled against his lips. “Can I?” You both looked down to where your hand was and he was nodding quickly.

“Yeah, shit, yeah.” He couldn’t stop himself from breathing so hard, his cock begging to be set free.

You unzipped his jeans and yanked his boxers down, allowing his flushed cock to spring free from them, you grabbed his cock, your hand not fitting all the way around it. His tip was pink, pre cum leaking from it.

You finally connected your tongue to the tip of his cock, swirling it around before taking him into your mouth. His cock wasn’t even fully in your mouth before you were gagging around him, your eyes watering from the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat.

“God, you’re so big,” your words came out muffled.

“Yeah?” He leaned his head back, screwing his eyes shut once again to focus on the feel of you around him.

“Yeah,” you nodded, a tear streaming down your face.

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” he hissed. “You gonna swallow for me?”

You smiled against his cock nodding with anticipation, and before you could even finish nodding, the warm liquid shot into your throat, you removed your mouth from his cock and, of course, swallowed before leaning back down, once again taking him into your mouth.

He tangled his hands into your hair, pushing your head down once in awhile, helping you take as much of his cock as you could. You removed your mouth from him again, licking up the side of his cock, following a vein until you were back at the pink, flushed, tip.

His cock was pretty and truth be told, you couldn’t get enough of it.

When you took him into your mouth again, he instantly came again. Steve’s hand pulled at your hair, signaling for you to lean up and open your mouth, and you did just that, sticking out your tongue to reveal the white liquid that sat there.

“So pretty,” he’d murmured.

That’s when you swallowed and smiled at his words.

“Thank you, baby.” You wiped off your lips with the back of your hand. “Can we go inside now?” You gave him a quick kiss.

“Fuck, yes.”

He’d sounded too excited to get you inside and upstairs.

[half-oz-eddie]

“I’m not clingy,” Billy begins to explain as he lifts Steve’s arm and rolls into him “I just sleep better when I’m near you.”

“Okay, that’s fine, babe.”

“I feel more comfortable in your arms.”

“Fair enough.”

“Makes me feel warm. And safe. It’s not because I only want attention or something.”

“Totally, I get it.” Steve clutches Billy tight. “I sleep better when you’re in my arms.”

“You’re clingy, though.”

“A little. But I feel safe like this too.”

“Cool. We’re both safe, now.”

Steve smiles. “Yeah. We are.”

[moonlit-horrors]

Hello! Could you possibly do jealous! Billy loomis x reader? Like Stu and Reader are talking to Steve during his shift at the Movie rental, similar to the scene in the first movie. And maybe Steve starts getting a little flirty and handsy towards the reader once Stu walks away to find and bring Billy back over to Steve and the reader. Sorry if this is bad or doesn’t make sense- this is my first time requesting anyone

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Billy's Jealous　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)

⊹ฺ Contains: Swearing; Billy being semi-intimidating; Jealous Billy; Set before Scream; Gender neutral! Reader (They/Them used); SFW; 652 words

⊹ฺ Note: I hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait! I also wasn't sure if you actually meant Steve (as in Casey's boyfriend), or Randy, but I just kind of assumed Randy. If I was wrong, please let me know and I can fix it. ♡

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(Y/N) rolled their eyes at Randy who stood between Blockbuster's movie racks and the bullshit leaving his mouth.

What Randy thought he would accomplish by rattling off everything that sucked about (Y/N)'s favorite horror movie to Stu was lost on them, because it was doing nothing but annoying them. None of Randy's criticisms held any substance and the teasing smirk on his face that bordered on cocky. If anything, while (Y/N) had never exactly been clingy toward their boyfriend, they found themselves wishing Billy were still standing close by. (Y/N)'s lips set themselves into a frown, their eyes looking toward Stu for the briefest second. The eye contact they made felt like it was good enough to get their point across. Even though (Y/N) silently asked for it, they felt annoyed dread pool in their stomach as Stu walked away, barely excusing himself.

Randy reminded (Y/N) of a little boy. He was exactly how the adults in their life described boys with a crush to be; annoying, slightly aggressive, and very antagonistic. Upon making that realization, (Y/N) hoped that Randy wouldn't annoy them as much since they had an understanding. Unfortunately for (Y/N), they were wrong. "You know, Tatum was right every time she told you to shut up."

Randy just scoffed in amusement. "Yeah?"

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed their arms. "Yeah." They turned away from him, passing their gaze over the movies, hoping the Meeks boy would go away and actually do his job. These days it seemed like it was too much to ask of him. Randy was already fired once, his superiors should do it again sooner or later. Even though they weren't showing Randy any attention, he continued to talk and talk.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around (Y/N)'s body, pulling them close. They nearly screamed until they opened their eyes, seeing Randy in front of them. (Y/N) let out a breath. It was just Billy.

"Randy, what do you think you're doing?" Billy's voice was low next to (Y/N)'s ear. "Does my baby look like they care about what bullshit you have to say?" Billy's tone was threatening, and (Y/N) felt as though they could listen to him talk like that for ages. (Y/N) felt protected, warm, and admittedly a little flustered.

Randy's eyes widened slightly, and (Y/N) watched as he tensed up. They laughed a little, relaxing into Billy's chest. "N- No." Randy answered, his voice nearly shaking.

"No what?" Billy asks, moving to step toward Randy. Billy still had an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder, but they knew it could be only a matter of seconds before they were out of Billy's arms and there would be nothing they could do about it.

Randy seemed to hesitate before answering, as though he were incapable of restating Billy's question. Fear seemed to have choked the boy up. (Y/N) bit back a laugh. After his most recent bout of making an ass of himself, (Y/N) couldn't find themselves feeling any kind of guilt at seeing Randy uncomfortable. (Y/N) reached up to hold Billy's hand with their hand from the opposite arm.

"No, your b-" Randy quickly changed his wording. Whether it was to save himself or not, they weren't sure. "(Y/N) doesn't care about any of the shit that I have to say." Randy's response came out rushed and he had put emphasis on (Y/N)'s name, further solidifying the idea of him trying to save his own ass at this point.

"Right." Billy mockingly grinned, showing teeth. (Y/N) felt a dopey smile creep onto their face as Billy moved away from Randy and back to where he was before. "So, why don't you go do your job." It wasn't a question or request. "Don't wanna get fired again, right?"

[kallisto-k]

Harringrove Relay Race

This is my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race! Please enjoy a little fluff and comfort below the cut and look forward to the incredible work from the next relay contributor @kuroubojin!!

To be Desperate for Sleep

“You need your sleep, pretty boy,” Billy murmured into Steve’s hair, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Just go to bed already.”

Steve groaned a muffled ‘no’ into Billy’s chest as he forced an eye open to watch the movie. It was some documentary that Billy was obsessed with, and as exhausted as Steve was after work, he still couldn’t make himself get off the couch and go to bed. Without Billy, the bed was cold and too big and Steve couldn’t help feeling like his back was exposed, ready to be attacked. When Steve had Billy snoring lightly beside him, at least he had someone ready to fight with him, someone to make fighting worth it. Not that Steve told Billy that. It was easier to just pretend that he wanted to stay up than admit that he barely slept when Billy had night shifts or went out late with friends. He would find any excuse he could to stay up until Billy had crawled in between the sheets at the wee hours of the morning. 

“Come on, you haven’t been sleeping much. I’m going to turn in right after this is done; you don’t have to stay up.”

Steve shook his head against Billy’s collarbone. “‘M fine, I’ll wait.”

Billy sighed and Steve thought that was the end of it. He’d go to bed when the documentary was over and Billy was ready and then maybe he’d actually sleep through the night without the memories of Starcourt haunting him. The last thing Steve expected to accompany Billy’s words was for him to be bundled up in Billy’s arms and practically launched into the air as Billy stood. He scrambled to wrap his arms around Billy’s neck even though he knew Billy wouldn’t let him fall and it drew out a little chuckle from Billy. “Don’t worry, I gotcha pretty boy.”

“Asshole.” 

“You know it.” He could feel Billy’s chuckle through his cheek and curled closer to Billy as he was carried into the bedroom. When Billy went to set Steve on the bed he pulled him down with him, tangling him in his legs and arms. “Hey!”

“Mm, comfy.” Steve murmured in Billy’s ear before sticking his tongue out to lick his earlobe. It got a huff out of Billy and a shiver and Steve tightened his tired grip. 

“Ewww,” Billy rolled his eyes but didn’t try to pull away again. Instead he rolled the pair of them onto their sides. “Did you really have to lick me?”

Steve shrugged slightly, turning his cheek into the pillow and reaching up to brush his thumb over the thin scar in Billy’s brow. “You usually like it when I lick you. Or are you too tired today, Hargrove?” 

Billy managed to hold the unimpressed look on his face for about two seconds before he cracked, giving Steve a borderline salacious grin as he shook his head. “I’m not the one that’s tired, pretty boy.” 

This time it was Billy who drew Steve closer. He tucked his chin over Steve’s shoulder so there was space between them and hummed quietly. “I’m right here, Steve. You can sleep.”

“You knew?” Steve let his hand slide down to Billy’s shoulder, resting there and feeling how real he was. He’d thought he’d been stealthy, careful, so Billy wouldn’t think he was clingy or dependent upon him. He’d spent hours coming up with a million excuses for when Billy would find him half-asleep on the couch waiting up for him. 

He snorted, burying his hand in Steve’s hair and holding him in place. “Took me a while to figure it out, but yeah, I knew. Now rest; I won’t let the demodogs bite.” 

“Screw you,” Steve chuckled. It didn’t keep him from wiggling in the bed a bit to get comfy and sighing when Billy pulled up the comforter. 

Billy pressed a light kiss to Steve’s cheek, his scruff a pleasant and well-loved scratchiness. “Maybe tomorrow, once we’ve gotten some sleep.”

[sweet-villain]

A Treat~ B.H 

Anonymous asked:

omg do a billy hargrove fic where the reader have a big crush on him and always baked him cookies or cake or just homemade stuff where she give him at the cafeteria for lunch but billy got annoyed, angry and snapped at the reader saying that she’s too “clingy” and they’re not in the same social status and mean stuff wtvr.

reader then stop bothering billy and stop giving him cookies. he thought he was fine and finally free from reader but then when he see reader giving cookies to eddie/steve he gets jealous and asking reader why she stop giving him the cookies. PLS MAKE IT ANGST I NEED MORE ANGST BILLY FIC BUT HAPPY ENDING PLEASE IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE THEM DATING JUST THEM BEING FRIENDS IS FINE 😭😭😭

THANK YOU AND SORRY FOR THE LONG REQUEST

m-rae23~ palomam18~eddiesprincess86~gloomybrieyxb ~hqtetsurou

Author's Note : Long requests or not lovely, I will write it and thank you for requesting this <3

Baking treats, mainly cookies was one of your favorite things to do. It was sort of a hobby, but your most favorite part was seeing the faces of those who you gave treats to and their reactions. Your parents always called you their " little baker" and your dream was to own your bakery one day.

The biggest surprise of them all was when you brought the cookies to the pool, offering them to the kids there and the mom's if they wanted to.

Billy who was on duty sitting the life guard chair brought his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose as his eyebrows scrunched together as his curiosity got the best of him seeing a big crowd surrounded in the corner.

He stepped off the life guard chair making his way around the pool towards the crowd bringing his whistle up to his mouth.

Once everyone heard the blow of the whistle, they all got quiet and you did too holding the big box of cookies that you had made this morning. The crowd moved away and your eyes fall onto Billy. He makes his way through the crowd stepping in front of you.

" I had a feeling it was you" Billy smirks eyeing the box of fresh cookies. The smell hit his nose and his mouth began to water at the sight. He has never tasted one of your cookies or anything you have baked.

He always saw you bringing every day a fresh batch of something you baked. He didn't know what it was about you that pulled him in, he heard from Tommy H how the sweet sugary treats made everyone fall to their knees for you.

" She just want to make everyone fat" Tommy would say to Billy.

You can't help but watch as Billy chewed on the gum in his mouth, he smelled of chlorine and there was one strand of curl that laid perfectly against his forehead and his eyes were hiding behind sunglasses that he always wore to the pool. The whistle is hanging around his neck and he is in those red shorts that always catches everyone's attention, especial yours.

Billy's gaze dropped down the box of cookies that you held in your hands noticing there is a few left. He made a tsk with his mouth.

" You know there is no eating by the pool" He says, but he bites his bottom lip and you hear his stomach grumble. The edges of your lips tug up knowing he wants to try one.

" You can make an exception this one time, Hargrove" his hand reaches out to take his sunglasses off and his gaze is on you now. Those blue iris's lock with your eyes making your breath hitch. He was so pretty, up close like this. You can see the freckles dancing on his nose and a little on his cheeks.

" Go on" you motion towards the cookies, " They aren't going to last long if you don't take one. They will be gone before you know it"

Your eyes lock on his lips watching as his tongue peeks out as he licks his bottom lip. Your mouth is a gap a little wanting to feel his lips against yours.

You watched as his hand reaches out to take one cookie from the box you hold out to him. He eyes the gooey goodness, the chocolate chips that are begging him to eat them along with the cookie.

" Just this once, princess" he says. Once Billy takes a bite of the cookie, he closes his eyes and moans out. It's really good and he chews it with happiness as a smile appears on his lips. A bit of chocolate is left on the corner of his mouth begging you to reach out and whip it off.

Once he finishes the cookie, his eyes flash open.

" You got a little something" you motion with your finger towards your own face at the corner of your lips. Billy uses his hand and whips his lips but he doesn't get it off.

" Still there" you tell him. You rolled your eyes deciding to make a bold move and do it. Billy watches as you take your finger inching towards his face and wiping the corner of his mouth and his eyes grow wide as saucers as you take it into your mouth, sucking it off.

" Taste even better" you flirted, a smirk appears on your face. Billy's heart flutters at the action and he's in gap. But the rest of the people around are watching the two of you, the cougars are glaring at you and the kids are in shocked.

" anyone want more?" you ask, breaking eye contact with Billy. His eyes dropped down to your legs seeing you for the first time in a new light. You wore a red bikini matching to the color of his trunks, he smirked as he noticed. Did you do this on purpose? Did you want to catch his attention. His eyes lingered on your chest and eyes going wide when he noticed the little jump you made.

Your eyes went back to him seeing he still was standing there, " I'll see you in school" you winked as you made your way back to your lounge chair.

-

It's been week after week that you brought cookies to school and as always you save one for Billy leaving the cookie in his locker. You knew his combination and had it always wrapped up in a napkin. He knew it was you and always hide it among the things he had in his locker. He didn't want the others to see what a sweet tooth he had and especially receiving cookies from you.

Carol and her group of friends would always tell him how trashy your cookies where and how much you wanted attention because of them. Tommy even at one point tripped you during the hallway through classes having the cookies flying on the ground.

You didn't even get a chance to clean it up as tears streamed down your cheeks. But Steve Harrington saw what happened and rushed after you to check on you. He sees you around school and sees the way passing your treats out made everyone happy. Even, he had one.

" Y/N! wait!" you stopped in your tracks hearing a familiar voice, looking over your shoulder at Steve, to your surprise has caught up to you. He put his hands on his knees as he panted.

" Jesus, you run fast" you shrugged, wiping your tears away.

"I don't have any treats for you today, Harrington" you tell him, looking down at the ground and kicking your foot of an imaginary rock instead of looking at him. Steve shot up and placed a hand on your shoulder, worry crosses his face.

" Hey, I'm not chasing you for any treats. I just wanna make sure your okay" your eyes shot up to meet his. Your eyebrows scrunch up together in confusion.

" I never imagined King Steve would run after a girl like me" you giggled. He rolled his eyes playfully.

" You seem nice, and I see the way your treats make people happy in this dreadful town.

You nod, " It keeps me busy too even after studying, I just like to bake, you know? It's not a bad thing.." he nods.

" Ignore Tommy, he's just jealous of your baking skills and that people like you"

" yeah, because of my treats" you shrugged, a frown replaces the thin line of your lips.

" Well, I'm Steve Harrington and consider us friends, that's if you want?" he opens his arms up as if you hug him, you are friends. That's what you do.

Since then Steve has became your best friend and always looked out for you.

-

The bell rang and you packed your backpack with your notebook and textbook and smiled wide because it was lunch time. You were going to do something different today, you were going to give Billy the cooke he craves so much every day.

You weren't going to feel ashamed.

" What's got you all smily about?" Steve asks walking with you to the lockers. You had your box full of fresh cookies in there waiting to take them with you to lunch.

" I'm going to give a special cookie to someone special" you tell him. Steve scrunches up his eyebrows together thinking of who it might be but puts a hand on his heart.

" It's not me?" he gasped stopping in his tracks. You laughed, shoving his shoulder. " You are special, Stevie but you're my friend. That kind of special. This is different special"

Steve smirks as he realizes what you mean by that now.

" Oh this is a crush kinda special. Got it" he nods leaning against your locker with his shoulder as he crosses his arms watching as you put your books into the locker and take out the box of fresh cookies.

Steve can already smell them making his mouth water. The first cookie would always go to Steve, once you open the box and watch as Steve took one, closing his eyes.

" I will never get over how good these are. You're baking skills is my favorite thing ever" your eyes lock with blue eyes across the hallway as he was walking with Carol, Tommy and some others.

He nods at you then his eyes drop to the box in your hands as his tongue runs over his lip but then his eyes drop onto the back of Steve, he rolls his eyes.

You weren't even looking to see Steve was trying to get another cookie for himself when you slap his hand away, " Not for you. You had yours!"

Billy smirked at that as he walked past you and Steve. Steve had noticed the look on your face when you looked back at Billy watching him say something to Tommy, looking over his shoulder catching your eye.

" Absolutely not" Steve says bringing your attention back to him. " What?" your eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion on what he was talking about.

" There is no way you like Hargrove" you bite down your bottom lip as you stared down at the box of cookies in your hands.

" Y/N! He's such an asshole"you shrugged, " I can't help it Stevie plus he likes my cookies. That mean something" Steve roll his eyes as the two of you walked to the cafeteria.

The loud sounds of students sitting at the lunch table catch your attention when your face beams knowing that the cookies would be gone by the end of lunch.

You got up on one of the tables.

" Hey!" all the chatter seems to die down as all eyes fall on you. Every time you did this, it made you want to crawl into a hole. Steve stood by the table watching in amusement as usual with his hands in his pockets. " Who wants a cookie?" loud chatter filled the lunch room as they all scrambled from their seats.

You held the box to your hands, taking one cookie out as your eyes found Billy sitting at one of the tables. He was too busy chatting with someone to notice that you were looking at him. You left the rest of the box on the table leaving it behind as you hopped off the white table next to Steve.

" Don't do it" he knows exactly what you were going to do but doesn't stop you anymore than those words. Your feet picked up the pace as you headed towards Billy's table. They haven't noticed that you were standing there until you clear your throat.

" What do you want freak show?" Tommy asks. Carol looks you up and down, giggles and says something to her friend besides her as they giggle.

" I brought a cookie, for you Billy. I know how much you love them" Billy wasn't even looking at you, but he was looking at the table in front of him staying silent. Then the cookie appears in front of his face on a piece of napkin. He notices how good it look and gulps. He doesn't dare to make eye contact with you.

" Billy doesn't even like cookies, who knows what you used to make it, who knows who's hands on it? Why would Billy want your cookie?" Tommy continued, " Don't you have better things to do, freak?"

You looked down at the ground, feeling your heart dig a knife in it. You thought Billy liked you and your cookies, that's why you would bring him one. You thought he liked you like you liked him.

" Billy.." you called out to him. But he shot out of his seat, his eyes holding anger in them as he takes the cookie that was in front of him and throws it.

" I don't want your stupid cookie, you don't even belong here Y/N. No one like you belongs here. Go run off to Harrington or better yet run off to mommy and daddy, sprinkle them with your cookies. You need to grow up Y/N."

Tears filled your eyes as you listen to him. A hand tugs on your wrist pulling you away from Billy as you stood behind Steve who stared daggers at Billy.

" Oh look it's Harrington coming to save his little baby, can't even fight your own battles. That's sad princess" Billy spatted as you crouched behind Steve, sniffling.

" Are you crying?" Carol got up from her seat as she eyes you, crouching a bit to see you. " She's crying! What a baby" you looked away from her. " I bet you're a virgin too, Y/N. Aren't you?" you glared at her.

" I'm not a virgin" you mumble.

" Oh so you're bagging Harrington then?" Tommy asks as he snickers at Steve. " Big old King Steve? How's she treating you? Her pussy is good as her cookies?" Steve growled but before he can do anything, he stumbled back grabbing his eye as he stared up at you in shock.

" You leave Steve out of this" you spitted at him, feeling your fist throbbing and feeling proud of yourself. You shot daggers at Billy who watched, but his eyes holds amusement and he wants to smile.

" Fuck you, Hargrove" he licks his lips. " When and where? Maybe I can fuck the freak out of you? I can show you a batter time than Harrington"

" Don't cream your pants, Hargrove. Stay away from her" Steve grabs your wrist as he pulls you away but before he does, you pointed a finger at Billy.

" You're a lost cause Hargrove, to think you were different. You're all the same, having your dick for your mind" you spatted in his face. The spit lands in his face as he closes his eyes clenching his jaw and when he opened to bark something at you, you already were walking away throwing your middle finger up at him.

-

There was a tap on your window that catches your attention from where you were sitting on your bed working on homework. You scoffed at who was at the window seeing the golden curls and the blue eyes of Billy Hargrove.

You stood up from the bed closing the window with your curtain.

" Come on princess, I wanna apologize" he says. Apologize isn't something that Billy does. You stop in your tracks hearing that and turn around opening the curtains seeing his desperate blue eyes staring back at you.

" I'll wait all night here if I have to" he says. You groaned, opening your window and side stepping to let him in. He crawls through your window as he looks around your room.

" how did you know I lived here?" he eyes the Metallica poster on your wall then looks at you. " Mrs. Wheeler" he says. You roll your eyes, of course he would ask her. You brought her a batch of cupcakes for Holly's birthday that she was planning. You didn't particularly like her as you saw her starting at Billy at the pool many times. She had a family, a husband and she spends her time ogling her eyes at Billy.

" Figures" you mutter, crossing your arms across your chest as you waited for the so called apology. His eyes roamed your body noticing the pjs set that you were wearing, mainly lingering his eyes on your legs. He loved how your legs looked in when you wore skirts and shorts to school.

" Listen" he starts to say rubbing the back of his neck, " back at lunch, that shouldn't of happen. I thought you'd leave a cookie in my locker like you always would"

You shrugged, " I wanted to do something different."

" Well it was stupid" he says. You blinked your eyes a couple of time placing your hands on your hips, " Excuse me? It was not stupid, I wanted to see your reaction when I gave it to you."

"Leaving at my locker was much better"

" Get out" you tell him. His eyes got wide hearing the venom behind your tone. " I don't want your stupid apology, Hargrove. I'm not interested."

" Why do you leave cookies for me? " his question leaves you off guard. Your lips go into a thin line, " Is it because you like me?" he smirks as he places a hand on his chest.

" Do you have a crush on me? Little sweet tooth likes a real man for once?"

" Get" your hands shove at his chest, " out" you shove him again. He can see the anger and hurt in your eyes. His face softens for a moment as he grasp your wrist and pulling it to his chest. " I'm sorry" he says in a whisper. The words feeling sour in his mouth as he looks away from you.

" not good enough" you say. He scoffs, " what do you expect from me, princess? I'm not going to get on knees and beg to ask you for cookies. You got it all wrong" he slips out your window.

" Billy Hargrove doesn't do nice things, you keep dreaming about it" he uses the tree to get down and you watch as he races towards his Camaro. You shut the window with a scoff.

You didn't want anything to do with him.

-

When you said you didn't want anything to do with him, you meant it but it all changed when you watched him stumble out of his house after dropping off Max, his step sister who rushes inside.

Billy looks at her as she passes, he was about to say something to her when she shuts the door, slamming it. You can hear shouting inside and you watch was Billy takes out a cigarette in his mouth and lights it up.

He feels eyes on him and his gaze turns to you. That's when you see the bruises on his face making you gasp. He walks up to your car throwing the passenger car door open as he slips in.

" Drive" he says. Your hands are on the wheel as you watch him take puffs from his cigarette.

" Are you deaf or something? Drive" he says. You are still watching him as he smokes when he turns his head to look at you, " please."

You began to drive off at his pleading not missing the fact that his eyes are glossy. He doesn't look like the Billy you know at the pool or at school. He looks like a lost puppy.

You two end up at Lover's Lake where you parked the car and took the keys out waiting for him to talk.

" I didn't know you were dropping off Maxine, I would of called" he says after while. " Billy" you call out his name and he hesitates looking at you. Your hand reaches out to cup his chin in your hand bringing his head to look at you and that's when you see the tears running down his cheeks, the busted lip and the bruises on cheeks.

You know exactly what those bruises are and you don't question him about it. You continue to look at him and he drops his head into your hand, bringing your palm to lay a kiss there.

" I'm sorry.." he says, releasing your hand. You reach into your pocket and take out a cookie that is in a small sealed bag and it makes him laugh as he sees it.

" Do you always carry one with you?" you nod, shrugging. " In case I get hungry or one of the kids do." You nudge his shoulder letting him know to take it.

He eyes you for a moment before his hand grasps the bag in his hand and he opens it taking it out. The cookie is still soft but no longer warm and he takes a bite.

It's like the first time he took a bite of the cookie you gave him, he throws his head back with a moan. You two sit in silence as he finishes it before throwing the bag out the window not really caring about it.

" You know..." he started to say, shifting in his seat, " I'm not good with these things" he motions with his hands, " I know I'm an asshole.." he licks his lips as he leans back into the seat, " but you and you're cookies make things better. I don't know how to explain it.." he finishes but closes his eyes fighting a battle in his mind. He is scared to tell you his feelings.

" The reason I left cookies in your locker room is because deep down I felt like you like me, the way I like you. I wanted your attention and then when you start to eat my cookies. It was the only way I had your attention" Billy is listening as you talk, feeling his heart speed faster.

" We're in different social statues in school, I'm not popular. I mean I listen to heavy metal, I bake cookies, everyone likes me and I'm friends with Steve Harrington" Billy groans at the mention of Steve.

" Leave Harrington for another conversation, princess" he says.

" Why? You're jealous of him or something?" Billy laughs, his shoulder shaking. " Why would I?"

" Because I'm part of his life and I'm not in yours. He gets to hang around me and you only get cookies from me. You want to be in my presence. You like me, Billy Hargrove"

He is silent but he knows that's true on what you said. He is jealous of Steve because Steve gets to see you, be friends with you and be around you as much as he likes.

" It's okay, Billy" he turns his head to look at you watching as your eyes shine back at him and he can't help it but lean over placing his lips on yours. He groans into the kiss when he feels your finger tips brushing his cheek but he doesn't care about the pain. He cares that he has you close.

Billy doesn't want to let you go and he doesn't think he will.

[berry-loves-yandere]

Saccharine pt.2

Yandere Stranger Things characters with an overly sweet darling headcanons:

Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationships, delusional characters, manipulation, bullying, drug mention

Steve Harrington:

❤️  He would probably ask his darling out on a date once he notices their sweet attitude

❤️ Even if they don’t end up dating Steve acts as if they are

❤️ Would tell people they’re dating to keep them away from his darling

❤️ He’d always be super nice to his darling as well and do things that friends and couples do

❤️ Would be extremely touchy and clingy

❤️ Over-protective crossing into possessive behaviour

❤️ Since his darling is kind to everyone, including people who are rude to them or hurt them, Steve envisions himself as a knight in shining armour saving his darling

❤️ If his darling is uncomfortable around Steve, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Steve takes advantage of that

❤️ In his desperation to protect his darling, he would probably kidnap them

❤️ Even after kidnapping his darling, he would never be cruel to them and shower them with love and affection

Nancy Wheeler:

📝  Would become good friends with her darling due to her enjoying their kind nature

📝 After her break up with Steve and all of the crazy stuff happening in Hawkins that she’s involved in, she’d probably find comfort in her sweet and caring darling who has a normal life

📝 (If darling was male) She would only date Jonathan if her darling was dating someone else at the time

📝 (If darling is female or other) She would date Jonathan because dating her darling wouldn’t be socially acceptable

📝 When she dates Jonathan, all she can imagine is her darling and how her darling would act on dates 

📝 Would sometimes slip up and almost call Jonathan by her darling’s name

📝 After the July 4th incident, she would check to see if her darling was one of the people who got added to the Mind Flayer’s physical form

📝 Once the Byers + Eleven move to Lenora, Nancy becomes a bit more clingy with her darling

📝 She would likely begin to try to manipulate her darling into having feelings for her

📝 After the events of season 4, she makes sure her darling isn’t injured in any way, shape or form

📝 When Jonathan returns, she pretends to be happy but is actually pissed off since he would be slowing or stopping her plans to finally confess to her darling

Jonathan Byers:

📸  First meeting would most likely be his darling felt bad seeing Jonathan by himself all the time and assigned themselves to be his friend

📸 His darling would offer to help put up posters for Will when he went missing which definitely warmed Jonathan’s heart

📸  During the entire duration of Will’s disappearance and death, Jonathan’s darling would probably be similar to an emotional support animal for him

📸  Eventually when Jonathan and Nancy start dating, he isn’t yet sure of his feelings for his darling but they’re solidified when he sees his darling kissing someone who isn’t him

📸 Throughout his relationship with Nancy, he would picture his darling in her place 

📸 He’d stalk and take pictures of his darling without them knowing

📸 If they had a movie night and his darling fell asleep, he would sneak off to grab his camera and start taking pictures of their sleeping body

📸 When he moves to Lenora with his family, he would call his darling every day

📸 Would beg  request his darling to fly over to Lenora to visit him during summer vacation or winter break or spring break, knowing that his darling is too nice to decline

📸 If he’s ever stoned around his darling, he’d accidentally confessed his true feelings for them which causes some tension that Jonathan ignores 

📸 Even if his darling is uncomfortable around Jonathan, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Jonathan takes advantage of that

Billy Hargrove:

🚬 Definitely irritated by their sweet nature at first since they’d always be doing things like helping people with homework or handing out cookies and Billy takes that as sympathy, which he despises

🚬 If his darling begins giving him more attention than others, he’ll be pissed since he’ll think that his darling considers him weak

🚬 Would probably bully his darling for a while until their sweet personality grows on him

🚬 He’d then have others beat up his darling and he’d pretend to be a knight in shining armour then help patch them up afterwards

🚬 He has love-hate feelings for his darling since he despises sympathy but adores his darling’s care

🚬  After fights with his father, he’d probably go to his darling, wanting to be patched up, which his darling would do without hesitation 

🚬 After a while, he’d love their kindness and crave their affection

🚬 But Billy would also be very jealous since his darling shows kindness to everyone, including people he deems unworthy of it

🚬 Billy would totally kidnap his darling using chloroform when his jealousy reacts it’s peak level

🚬 He would try not to be like his father but might actually hurt his darling during a fit of rage

Robin Buckley:

🎺 Robin would instantly be head over heels for a super sweet darling

🎺 Her darling would definitely listen as Robin would ramble about different subjects, which Robin adores

🎺 They’re probably in band together and Robin’s darling would visit Robin at Scoops Ahoy

🎺 Robin also listens intently to everything her darling would say

🎺 She probably has Steve try to help her figure out if her darling is sapphic or not

🎺 After the whole July 4th incident and Robin and Steve getting new jobs at Family Video, Robin and her darling’s friendship improves since they can spend more time together without Robin having to go somewhere to attend to a customer

🎺 Would accidentally confess her feelings to her darling in a ramble

Eddie Munson:

🎸 Very shocked at first since everyone considers him and his friends ‘freaks’

🎸 Would adore the kind attention they give him and even though he would never admit it, it’s extremely obvious

🎸 He would melt at their compliments about his guitar skills or the campaign he’s writing

🎸 He’d be super clingy and try to always have his darling around him

🎸 Eddie would love having his darling listen to him as he rambles about Metallica or other metal bands

🎸 Eddie would have his darling watch his band ‘Corroded Coffin’ practice since he knew they’d give supportive and sweet feedback

🎸 Would give his darling a ticket to every gig that Corroded Coffin has

🎸 He would do things that could be considered platonic or romantic, like wrapping an arm around his darling’s shoulders or holding their hand

🎸 If he did get really jealous, he’d probably drug and kidnap his darling

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Billy is loyal and possessive so once you’re his, you’re his

Steve learns that pretty quick

and he loves it

he’s never seen without a hickey peeking out just above his shirt collar, claimed and consumed by Billy’s lust and love for everyone to see

never having to doubt if he’s wanted, if he’s being too clingy, if he’s not doing enough, because Billy is always there

always there to smother Steve’s worries away, to kiss his brow when he needs it, to give and take as they need because they get each other like that

[theladycarpathia]

burn

Max is late. Again. 

Billy flicks the lighter open and shut again and again, half considering giving into his impulse to burn everything down. He never thinks about it too seriously, but it's always there in the back of his mind. A flickering ember, just waiting. 

The only question is what will come first - getting out of this town, or when he finally gives into it.

But for today he clicks the lighter shut and stows it away in the glove-box. It’s just one of the shitty ones he buys at the gas station, of no actual value if Neil decides to search his car. He learned a long time ago that even the Camaro isn’t safe.

He thinks briefly about leaving her to skate home. He’s done it before, and it usually works well enough that she doesn’t pull the same stunt too often. He promised to keep out of her business and away from her friends. He’s followed through with that. But if he’s giving her a ride, he expects her to be on time. 

And if they’re back late, it’ll be his head on the chopping block. 

A familiar flash of red catches his eye and he grinds his teeth. Fucking finally.

She’s not alone, four boys trailing his stepsister like puppy dogs. He recognises them, half knows some of their names. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t even attempt to get out of the car, not since last November. He’s kept his promise. 

If Neil ever catches Max with them, that’s her own problem. 

One of the boys with dark hair says something that makes Max laugh. Another dramatically clutches his hands to his chest and staggers backwards and Max affectionately slaps him on the arm. Something about the easy, casual way they all walk in sync together makes bile rise in Billy’s throat. It seems that Billy’s the only one suffering in this town. For all of Max’s initial griping, she appears to actually like Hawkins.

He shouldn’t want her to be as miserable as he is. He just doesn’t want to be the only one drowning in it.

He doesn’t get why the boys are coming over to the high school until someone behind him leans on the horn. That’s when he spots the BMW.

That’s another promise he’s kept.

He’d woken in the Byers house, bloodied, sore and alone. The bitch had taken his car and when they’d returned, Billy had snatched the keys, grabbed Max, and driven off without a word. They were all dressed weirdly, with gloves, goggles and scarves wrapped around their faces. Max had strange dark smudges on her skin and her clothes reeked of smoke until laundry day. But she never once told him what they’d been doing and Billy decided that he didn’t want to know. Whatever fucked up shit she was involved in, he just didn’t care anymore. It was entirely up to her to explain to Neil and Susan, because he wasn’t about to cover for her.

But she’d told them something, and Neil hadn’t come into Billy’s room looking for an apology so Billy had left it. He’d cleaned the blood from his face and his knuckles, and he hasn’t looked too closely at what happened at the Byers’ since then.

Nor has he spoken to Harrington. He’d looked at the bruises on his face with some pleasure, and what the hell does it say about him that he wants to ruin something that pretty? Much to his annoyance, it had only made it worse: the cut on Steve’s bottom lip, the dark marks across his cheekbones.

The wounds eventually faded but Billy’s desire to make a mess of Steve did not.

Harrington climbs out of the front seat, clad in that same clingy green sweater that he’d worn to school today. It’s fucking insane that the former king of Hawkins High dresses like some golf-playing middle aged parent. Polo shirts, jumpers, khakis…every single item of Steve’s clothing makes Billy want to rip every single stitch.

Billy’s not been spotted. He slinks down in his seat, eyes focused on the rear-view mirror at Steve’s long body as he shouts for the kids to move their asses. Max waves at Steve, who returns the gesture. The boys shout their goodbyes to Max, scurrying across the concrete to their waiting babysitter. Billy doesn’t miss the expression on Max’s face as she watches them go.

Max climbs in and slams the door, even though he’s told her a thousand times not to. He watches her dump her bag at her feet, skateboard pulled onto her lap.

“You’re late,” he says, even though they could have peeled out of the parking lot by now. With Neil waiting, he probably should have. He’s still watching the rear-view mirror, watching Harrington in a sea of kids. 

“I forgot about the time,” she snaps back, but she’s picking at one of the stickers on her board. 

“Sure,” he drawls. The kids are piling into the BMW, but Steve is still standing, poking around in the trunk. One of the boys’ backpacks is wedged in, preventing the trunk from closing.

“We were talking and I just forgot,” she says defensively. “The others didn’t have to meet Steve until later and I just forgot.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?” Billy asks. She shrugs.

“They’re just going to play that stupid game,” she mutters, but she’s watching the rear-view mirror too. “El’s not even going to be there so it’s not like I’d have anything to do.”

It hurts a little sometimes, how alike they are. Maybe in another life, it would have made them good siblings.

But Neil made sure that was never an option. 

“We can’t be late,” Billy reminds her and her mouth twists. She’s starting to learn now and that frightens him. Neil’s rules are made to be obeyed and she’s no longer exempt. 

“I know, that’s what I said!” she bites out. There’s a curtain of red hair half-hiding her face. “Steve’s taking them all. There’s no space for me anyway.”

In the mirror, Steve stops and straightens up. He slams the trunk shut and looks around the nearly empty lot, tugging out a pair of sunglasses. Billy watches the light glint off the glass as Steve slides them onto his nose. There’s something so elegant about the easy way that he does it. King Steve never quite faded away, even after the fall from power. For some people it’s just built in: the delicate curve of his throat, the flick of a tongue across a bottom lip, the confidence in every movement.

“Good old Steve,” Billy says bitterly and Max shoots him a look.

“Shouldn’t we be going?” she says pointedly and Billy takes one last look at Harrington climbing into the front seat of the BMW. 

“We’re going,” he says, turning the key in the ignition. He grabs his own sunglasses from his pocket and then shifts into reverse. Billy swings the car around so he beats King Steve to the punch, effectively blocking the BMW in. 

“You’re being an ass,” Max says, her voice dangerously low. Billy gives her a grin, and takes his sweet time shifting into gear. He knows what lines he can cross. 

He catches sight of a few middle fingers as they pull off, and the move does little to stifle the itch under his skin. Nothing ever does these days.

Max stares out of the window as they pull away, dark clouds swirling around her bright little head. Billy dares one last look in the rear-view, watching the BMW reverse, allowing him one last look at Steve.

All he ever does is want to burn pretty things down.

[natti-ice]

hello natti love!! happy 4/20!! (i dont smoke but i *do* drink so thats my form of partaking today)

i have stoner hcs!!

eddie is obviously the type of man to shotgun a joint to his girl, sure- blow the smoke all over her face to get her giggling.

but steve? my LORD do i have things to say about him. for one, his tolerance is shit (you can't tell me he wasn't just the keg king because it's a small town and, before billy, everyone thought steve staying up there for a solid 30 seconds was impressive). give him a joint, he'll smoke half before his brain starts getting fuzzy. but that's not the best part.

i picture steve harrington, when drunk or high, to loose his sense of embarrassment. he'll latch onto his girl and paw at her shirt, mumbling something about wanting to be close to her. not even in a sexual way, he just wants skin-to-skin and to hear your heartbeat.

i also think he can NOT be given a sativa, i know that shit would work our poor pretty stevie into a panic attack, worrying about all the monsters and baddies he's had to fight off ):

but i also think he gets super vocal when he's high. mumbles whatever's on his mind, whines when you leave his side (he'll sit on the floor in the bathroom while you pee if you don't close the door quick enough). he's so sensitive and everything feels good so please just lay on your back and spread those legs, he'll be at you for hours and he can cum in his pants just from how much he loves your taste )):

18+ mdni

intoxicated Steve being clingy has gotta be canon somewhere😭 it all makes too much sense

Lmao sativa ain’t no joke💀 that shit almost sent me spiraling during a lightning storm so I know for a fact Steve would struggle a bit

[petersbaby]

Alright here we go

Soft!Billy x Harrington!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, spanking but otherwise nothing too bad

A/N: Steve is a shit head in this story, and Billy is actually soft and sweet. Just the right amount of fluff, with a little extra at the end. reader and Billy having lil crushes on each other then having sex, basically. Reader goes to a different school so they never met before tonight. Reader is shy/emotional and clingy

-

The party was loud, you could hear the music, chatter, and footsteps all muffled but still very apparent. You sometimes hated having a brother as popular and extroverted as Steve Harrington because you were pretty much the opposite. With your parents never home, it was a party seemingly every weekend at times. The house was big, but not big enough to give you adequate space to get away from all the commotion.

This particular night, you were trying your best to get some work done for school. You did homework on Saturdays so that you could have a stress-free Sunday. As the night went on, you got more frustrated. Finally, you head downstairs to try to find Steve. You squeeze in between probably two dozen warm and sweaty bodies trying to maneuver your way around the different parts of the house. You finally find him outside, near the pool with some other people. Grabbing his arm, you pull him aside after smiling politely to his friends.

“When are you gonna wrap this up? I can’t hear myself think, and you’re stressing me out with this partying bullshit.”

“It’s only, like, 10pm. What are you, our grandma?” He replies sarcastically.

“I’m trying to concentrate on something.”

“Just join everyone, get a drink and calm down a little.” He suggests. “You could definitely use it.”

You sigh frustratedly, deciding that, fuck it, you may as well. You never even thought to participate in these things, it’s not your crowd and not your idea of a good weekend. You’d rather relax and do something productive like school work or something you enjoy like drawing.

You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a beer in a glass bottle. From across the kitchen, leaning against the wall and sipping on a beer himself, Billy saw you for the first time. Instantly, something shifted, something changed noticeably inside him.

You definitely wanted to be able to calm down a little more, and thought maybe this would help. Popping off the cap, you took a sip, you were expecting it to taste bad so you were prepared but couldn’t help the sour expression that came across your face. He had watched you as you took that first sip, smiling slightly at your reaction. Adorable, he thought. And so pretty. You were the prettiest girl he’d seen since getting to this town, even in loungewear, glasses, and hair tied up with no shoes on. You had socks, but didn’t think about shoes because it is your own house, after all.

You stood around for a minute, feeling completely invisible. These were not your friends. You headed back towards your room, opting to just retreat, but stopped to just sit for a little while. People-watching, you guess.

He was enamored, he needed to know you. But he lost you in the crowd somewhere as you slipped away from his field of vision. He knew you came from somewhere outside from when he first laid eyes on you, so he decided to look out there. stepping out of the back door into the cool night air. Still, it was Steve and a small group of friends talking.

“Hey, Harrington, who was that girl that was just out here?”

It takes Steve’s drunk mind a little while to process the question. “Uhhh”

Billy just stares at him.

“OH, Her.” The memory came back to his head. “That’s my sister. She was just being annoying.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister, where’s she been hiding all this time?”

“Probably in her room like a hermit or something. Being lame. Wait- why are you asking? Don’t try anything, I’m s-serious,” He slurred, poking a finger at Billy in the chest as if to warn him.

“Yeah?” Billy asks mockingly, knowing Steve couldn’t take him even sober.

“Yeah. Don’t try anything with her. You’re bad news.”

He rolls his eyes and heads back inside, leaving Steve behind. He starts to scan the rooms for you, much like you had done for your brother minutes earlier. He’s about to check the other entrance in the front, where you’d maybe be sitting outside or something, when his eyes fall on you on the staircase. You were sitting about halfway up it on a step by yourself, drinking and watching all the other people mingle.

His face lights up in a smile when he finds you, a smile so blindingly white and perfect that it drew your attention from the corner of your eye and your gaze lands on him immediately. You smile politely, contemplating just going back up to your room. This boy was pretty, gorgeous actually, but he was also intimidating. He was a known bully and certified asshole from what you’d heard. You weren’t sure what he wanted with you or why he was staring at you like he was.

You look down at your hands, unsure whether you should say something or not, and when you look back up, he’s sitting down next to you. A strong scent of cologne and leather was very evident in the air surrounding him.

“Hi.” You start, with a nervous smile.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

He reached out a hand, and you took it in yours to shake it. His fingers were big, rough and calloused. His palms were the same, except ever so slightly softer. Your hand looked as if it had disappeared inside his, the size difference enough to make you blush like a little kid.

“Are you really Harrington’s sister? You don’t seem like as much of an asshole as him, it’s kinda hard to believe.”

“Hey. Only I’m allowed to insult my brother.” You start. “But yeah, he’s kind of an asshole.” You laugh.

You continue to talk, starting with small talk and introductions and leading to a conversation that just naturally flowed and flourished.

“You know,” you eventually say, “it’s actually you who is said to be the asshole around here.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. What do you think?”

“I think- you’re actually… not that bad.” You smile.

“Cmon, give me more credit than that. I’m nice! Say it.” He smiles back, joking around.

“Fine, Billy, you’re nice. You’ve been very nice to me, so far.”

He acts offended at the “so far” part, but it was true. You weren’t expecting this to be the way he actually was. The guy you’ve heard so many bad things about was being so sweet to you, you didn’t know what to think. It was almost like a switch flipped with you. When he saw your face, there was instantly and suddenly not a mean bone in his body.

“You want another?” He asks, gesturing down at your empty bottle sitting beside you and shaking his own to signify it was also gone.

“Sure.”

He returns to you with two beers, handing one to you. “So sitting on the stairs is your thing? Doesn’t seem like much fun.”

“I don’t really like people.” You shrug. He turns to you with a challenging look.

“Okay, fine, maybe you’re an exception. Maybe.” You warn, holding up a finger feigning seriousness.

“There ya go, good girl. Thank you. I’m flattered.” He says the last part sarcastically but not the first. Those certain two words had your stomach in knots and squirming uncomfortably on the spot you were sitting on. You look down again, fiddling with your fingers, trying to forget about it.

“What are you getting shy again for?” He chuckles, noticing your nervousness.

“I’m not.” You state firmly.

“Mhm.” He says, doubting.

He reaches over and grabs one of the hands you had fumbling with each other. He holds your hand so very gently, almost as if he was afraid to crush it. You look down at both of your hands and he rubs his thumb over yours, tracing mindlessly.

The way he was treating you had your heard completely melting, and you were wondering if this was the same guy that everyone else is talking about. Also thinking about the fact that you like him, a lot. His energy is still daunting, though, and you don’t really know what you can do.

You decide to chug the rest of your drink, hoping to calm your nerves that had briefly washed away but now returned since he found your touch. You weren’t very much of a drinker and you had barely eaten that day, meaning only two beers had you relatively tipsy. He noticed this, amused and only slightly buzzed.

“You fucked up already, pretty girl?”

“No,” you say blushing, “not fucked up. Just… relaxed.”

He noticed your shy demeanor dissipating and couldn’t help but be attracted to your energy.

“And you’re the pretty one.” You add.

He smiles at this, never having received that compliment before.

“Well thank you, sweet heart, but you’re definitely prettier.”

“You wanna come to my room?” You ask boldly, figuring it’s now or never. The truth was that you wanted to kiss him bad, wanted him to hold you tight. But you didn’t want to risk being seen with him either by Steve or one of his friends.

It was an automatic yes, he didn’t even need to answer you. He just stood up, offering a hand down to you and you take it, pulling yourself up. You head the rest of the way up to the stairs and turn right, letting him in your room and closing the door behind you.

He looks around at all of your things and decorations. It wasn’t a very girly room, not what he expected.

“Don’t look too much, I haven’t cleaned it in a while, it’s messy.” You rush out embarrassedly when you notice, getting self conscious about him seeing all your stuff.

He chuckles. “I’m not judging you, sweetheart.”

sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart. He kept saying it. Did it mean something or was this just something he called every girl? Why did you fall apart every time the word left his mouth? Why did the way the words fell off of his tongue light a fire inside you?

You started to clear off your bed, textbooks, notebooks, paper strayed across the comforter from when you were attempting to study earlier, setting it all on your desk and plopping down near the headboard. You decide to take your hair out of the messy bun it was in, as it was starting to give you a headache, and he watches with anticipation as your hair fell around your face and over your shoulders with a slight waviness to it. You slipped the hair tie onto your wrist and sat for a moment.

“You know you’re fuckin’ beautiful, right?” He asks.

You kind of wanted to crawl under your covers and hide, not knowing what to do with all of his sweet words.

“I mean it.” He reaffirms, reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear and afterwards letting his fingertips linger for a second on the skin of your soft cheek. The way he was staring as if you were the most invigorating thing he’d ever seen was unbearable and your body was heating up all over so you decided to lean in.

Pressing your lips against his, you relish the moment briefly but pull away to gauge his reaction, to see if you moved way too fast. Apparently not, because he returns his lips to yours, moving closer to you and eventually climbing on top of you where he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue was in your mouth in an instant, fighting against yours and winning. You loved the feeling, the way this kiss felt so absolutely vulgar and pornographic.

You reach down to unbutton his shirt which was not fully buttoned in the first place and pulled it off his shoulders along with the leather jacket. His figure was breathtaking, you’d never seen a body like his. You kept getting distracted by his abs and biceps, the tiniest bit of sweat beading up on his chest.

He must’ve noticed you staring, and smiles at you knowingly. You weren’t embarrassed, couldn’t possibly be. It was a sight to behold. You reach for the bottom of your own t-shirt, starting to pull it up over your head so it would be even, but he stops you before it gets past your chest.

“You sure you’re not drunk? If you are, we really shouldn’t do this.” He warns.

“I’m sure. Promise.” You breathe out, continuing your undressing. You truly weren’t, just high on what you think may be adrenaline from this rapidly unfolding romance. Once your shirt is off, he reaches behind your body to expertly unclasp your bra and then marvels at the beauty of your bare top half.

“Jesus Christ.” He groans, taking one of your tits in his large hand and kneading it while returning to kiss you again. You whimper at the feeling of him groping your chest and repeatedly rubbing his calloused thumb over your hardened nipples. You’re swapping heavy and hot breaths, the air around you starting to feel thick with warmth and desire. Hovering over you, he presses himself up against you as you spread your legs greedily for him.

The hard thickness of his cock pressed against your core, four barriers of clothing between the two of you.

“Fuck, I need it, feels so big” you whisper through shallow breaths. He reaches down in response and pulls your sweatpants off your body, his hand coming to cup your pussy over your little blue thong panties which left little to the imagination. You threw your head back at the contact, and it seemed like he did too.

“God damn, so wet.” He comments the obvious. “Mhm” you mumble desperately, quickly nodding your head in confirmation that it was all for him and he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulls the fabric aside, away from your pussy, entering a thick middle finger right away. The sound of your wetness at the point of contact filled the air. You pant, lazily attempting to keep eye contact with him but failing to when he adds his index finger too.

“Mmh” you moan, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

He started out normal, maybe even gentle, but soaking in your reactions gave him confidence to go faster, harder. He fucks his fingers in and out of you while his eyes scan your naked body, taking in the sight. You reach to pull his head down to you, kissing his lips in attempt to keep your noises under control, but he soon starts the curl his fingers deep inside you and the breath catches in your throat.

You fall away from the kiss, struggling to maintain it, lazily meeting his lips with yours when you could. Your whimpering and moaning got so frequent that he assumed you were close, and he was right, as you soon gush around his fingers when they curl for the last time. Instead of little noises, it was a huge high pitched moan that came out in response to the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm and he smiled cockily as he listened to you. He pulls away his fingers, wiping them off on his jeans before unbuckling his belt.

“Turn over for me, sweetheart.” He instructs you.

You can only assume he means he wants you on your hands and knees, so that’s the position you assume. So when he finishes getting his pants and boxers down and looks back at you to find your ass arched up in the air, he groans. He delivers a harsh smack to your ass and you whine in response, relishing in the sting of it.

“You like that?”

You nod your head, unsure if he was expecting an answer or not.

Another smack, this one to the other ass cheek.

“I asked you a question.”

“Mhm, yes Billy I like it.” You managed to get out. He smiles, satisfied, from behind you.

You want to be patient, to take whatever he gives you, but it’s incredibly hard to do when you can feel the tip of his dick barely pressing against your entrance. Every part of you want to push back, to sink down on it all at once, but you don’t. It’s worth the wait as he finally enters, pushing to about halfway with his nails digging into your hips. He stays this way for a little too long, and you whine out, trying to let him know you want it all.

When he finally moves more, he goes for it completely, bottoming out with the tip hitting a spot deep inside. Your face fell forward into the mattress which helped muffle your loud sounds while he fucked you. His hands keep a firm grip on your ass for leverage and he fucks you harder. Having watched you take it all, he was confident in your abilities. He filled you up so perfect and every thrust felt like it took the breath out of your lungs. His hand moves to your lower back, pushing down on it with a flat palm to ensure your back is arched as far as it can be.

“Fucking Christ, so fucking sexy.” He mumbles to himself, barely loud enough for to hear but you did and you loved the praise.

You rest your weight on one arm, reaching in between your legs to touch yourself in order to speed up the journey to your next orgasm. Before long you were cumming again, just around his dick this time. It was intense and blinding, something you have never felt before. Nothing has ever even come close to the orgasms given to you by Billy fucking Hargrove. The way your pussy clenched and practically sucked him in when you reached your peak made him stutter, faltering in his movements.

His thrusts became lazy and sloppy as he continues, abruptly pulling out and cumming all over your back, going from the top of your ass, up your spine and even to your shoulder blades. He pulls out and you lower down onto the mattress, now laying on your stomach. You can sense that he’s panicking, unsure of what he should do to help you, you tell him to just use the t shirt you were wearing before. It wasn’t nice by any means so you didn’t mind it being used as a cum rag.

He cleans you off the best he can and pulled his jeans back up, closing them and starting to search for your clothes in the floor. He finds your panties first, then your pants, handing them to you and you slipped them on. You look around on the bed and find your discarded bra and put that back on too before standing up to go to your closet to throw a new shirt on.

You come back to your bed, sitting down on the edge and going back to your nervous habit of messing with your fingers.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, when he notices you go quiet.

“Oh, um, nothing.” You force a smile.

“Come on, tell me.” He persists, sitting down next to you.

“It’s just- I know this was a one time, random thing but I wish it wasn’t. I like you. And I know that’s crazy to say since we just met but I have this feeling I can’t shake. I’m gonna miss you.” Your eyes tear up and you feel like the biggest idiot in the world, immediately wiping them before even the slightest watering could be noticed.

“You don’t have to miss me. We’ll see each other again, okay?” He tries to comfort you, not fully knowing exactly what to do in an emotional situation.

“When?”

“Uhh… tomorrow work for you? We’ll go on a date. Ice cream?”

“Really?”

“Why are you so surprised? I like you too. I don’t know the word for the feeling but I have it too. You’re something special.”

[venusjaynie]

thank you lovely 🧎‍♀️ I rlly like ur idea of billy being so touchy with reader in front of the fruity four. ignore this idea if u don’t like it but.. how abt cockwarming with billy while hanging out w them? U both have a blanket wrapped around u and u are sat on his lap and he slips himself inside of u because he’s so horny for u. U wanna move but he won’t let u because the others will get suspicious. eventually he can’t take it the tension anymore turns you around thrust into you chasing his high at a relentless pace while you suck his neck whilst the others realise what’s happening and are in awe of how good billy as he degrades and praises you?

LMAO I need to touch some grass 😭 ignore this if it’s too long HAHA

oh my god. this is amazing. i changed the ending slightly just because exhibitionism isn't really my thing, but i hope you still enjoy it!

billy hargrove x fem!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI cockwarming, p in v sex, dom!billy, sub!reader, jealous!billy, brat!reader, degrading, edging, (tiny bit of) hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before your tap it!), petnames (sweetheart, dollface etc) fluffy ending because i'm a slut for fluff

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You and the rest of the older kids are in your living room, having a pajama night - not party, which Eddie was adamant about- and the seven of you were spread out across the floor, sofas and armchairs. The movie you had been watching was now long forgotten, and the group of you were idly chatting and laughing.

Billy wasn't wearing a shirt, and his lower half was clad in pajama pants. Only pajama pants. You had asked him to put boxers on, but he was against the prospect of "caging his manhood" as he put it. You decided not to comment on it anymore, but the thought of him being completely naked save for a thin layer of plaid material practically had you dripping.

Billy has been clingy and possessive all night, and it's not that you necessarily mind, but that you'd rather him express his jealousy in the comfort of your bedroom (which, in his defense, is just upstairs) and not in front of Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin and Eddie. He says he thinks Eddie has a crush on you, but you disagree. You've tried, on multiple occasions, to tell him that Eddie's your friend, and the friendly feeling is mutual, but he won't hear any of it. So, he's had you in his lap for the past 25 minutes, and every so often you feel him shift and readjust himself beneath you.

"Billy, how's things at the workshop?" It's Steve who asks Billy about work.

"Not bad, man. Pretty busy at the minute, but nothing I can't handle." He laughs lightly, but it quickly cut off as you subtly grind down against him. The blanket covering you both hides your movement pretty well, and the only one who has a real reaction is Billy. He coughs: a warning. You know you shouldn't push him further, but you can feel him getting hard, and you can't help but encourage him. You roll your hips slightly, and instead of facing the group, you turn to straddle him. He freezes up, and his eyes close for a split second, before he regains his composure and acts as though everything is normal.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you movements are becoming more frequent, more consistent. You do your best to not make it obvious, but it's getting increasingly more difficult as Billy's reactions to your movements become more visible. You think you can see Nancy glancing over at the two of you occasionally but you don't have it in you to care at this moment.

After sometime, you cease your movements, and think that Billy will stop being so jealous.

You're wrong.

As you go to turn back around to face the group, Billy slips his cock into your cunt, and you go stiff.

"Shit, Billy." You half whisper-half moan into his ear, and he smirks. You don't more out of fear that the others will realise what's going on. You just bury your face into Billy's neck, and close your eyes tightly. He doesn't reply, but you can feel him smirking against your shoulder. You decide that if he gets to put his dick in you in front of everyone, you won't make it an easy feat for him.

Your lips attach to his neck, kissing it gently, moving upwards behind his ear, and you feel his sharply exhale against your skin. Your kisses slowly turn into biting and sucking little hickeys here and there, and you know he's becoming more pent up by the minute, but that doesn't deter you any.

Billy's sweating, his forehead is glistening and his palms are becoming clammy. He grabs your hips as a silent warning, attempting to pin you in place and slow your discreet rocking back and forth, but his actions do little to stop you.

He can tell the others are growing suspicious as Nancy's asked him twice if he's alright, and Jonathan has been wearily glancing over every so often.

"Fuck, you gotta stop, darlin'" He whispers to you, his voice quiet but demanding, however you shake your head in response, showing no signs of stopping.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"You're a fuckin' brat." His grip on you is probably strong enough to leave bruises, but that only makes you want to tease him further. You grind down some more, and leave some hickeys on his collarbone, right where you know everyone will see when he's on duty tomorrow at the pool. His left hand leaves your hip and reaches up to roughly grab your chin. He brings his mouth close to your ear, and bites your lobe, before dropping his voice and whispering,

"Bedroom. Now." And your heart nearly out of excitement.

You slowly pull off of him, emitting a breathy groan from the back of Billy's throat. Once you're sure he's pulled his pajama pants over his dick, you slide off of his lap, taking the blanket that was previously covering both you and your boyfriend, and excuse yourself, making up some batshit lie about how you need to look for something in your room.

When you leave, Billy waits approximately 17 seconds before Billy announces to the group that he thinks he should help you look. Eddie throws him a suspicious glance but doesn't say anything directly to Billy, instead whispering something to Robin. Billy isn't too sure that the group believe your lies, however he doesn't really care.

He makes his way up the stairs to your shared bedroom to find you lying on the bed, with a look of anticipation spread across your face. He smirks, and slowly stalks over to where you're lying, shorts and panties off and legs spread.

"I'm gonna fuckin' rip you apart, dollface." He takes off his clothing, and puts his big hands on your waist, lining up his rock hard dick with your entrance. Billy wastes no time in thrusting his cock into your pussy, and you could scream at the sensation. He fucks you hard, pushing his dick into you so he's balls deep, and then pulling almost the whole way out so just his tip in still in you.

"Fuck- Billy- Oh God!" You practically wail, your hands in his hair, tugging slightly on his curls.

"Gotta be quiet, sweetheart. We've got company downstairs, remember?" You do your best to nod at his words, even though you're struggling to comprehend what he's saying as he roughly shoves his dick into your weeping cunt. You can feel his balls slapping your skin with every thrust, and it gets you closer to your climax every time.

"Billy, I need to- fuck- need to cum." You're panting below him, so close to reaching your high, but he just laughs.

"You've been a brat tonight, don't you dare cum before I do." His words make you whine, but he doesn't seem to care, thrusting into you harder and wrapping your legs around his waist. "Saw Eddie starin' at you tonight. Bet he'd love to be where I am right now."

He uses his hand to move your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him, and he almost cums at the mere sight of your watery eyes and pouty bottom lip.

"You rather have him fucking you?" You shake your head, but he tuts at you. "Nope, gotta use words, baby. You want Eddie to fuck you?

"No! Just want you, Billy." He smirks, and leans down to kiss you.

"Why's that, doll?" You try to answer, but the feeling of Billy gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises has you speechless. "You don't think he could make you feel this good, huh? He couldn't make you cum as hard as I do?" You shake your head and tilt it back in please as Billy sucks and bites at your neck. "That's right, sweetheart. He couldn't please you how I do. Could never make you feel this way, ain't that right?"

"Yeah, Billy. He couldn't make me feel this good- fuck!" Billy's movements don't slow, but the slight stuttering of his hips tell you that he's reaching his high, and you arch your back, letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of his hips smacking against your thighs.

"Darlin'- shit- I'm gonna cum." Billy's hips rock against you and he plants his face in your neck, thrusting his dick into you and fucking you through his orgasm. You expect his movements to relent, but he keeps going, and you can't hold on much longer.

"Oh God, Billy- I'm gonna cum- Can I cum? Please?" His thrusts are slower now, less rhythmic, and he nods into your shoulder.

"Yeah, baby, cum for me. Just for me." At his words, you let go, and he kisses your chest, and your shoulder, working his way up to your lips, leaving markings on your neck and collarbone.

"Shit- you did so good for me, dollface." Billy connects his lips with your, kissing you softly - a stark contrast from his movements mere seconds ago.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go back to the others."

"Oh my god, I forgot they were here." Your cheeks heat up in a sort of embarrassment, but Billy just smirks at you.

"Hopefully they know what we were doing so Munson doesn't try to make a move on my girl. And if he didn't figure it out, the hickeys on your neck should relay the message."

"Ugh, I hate you." You swat at his shoulder, but he catches your hand before it makes contact with his body.

"No you don't." He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses all the way up your arm, and you can't help the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering around.

"I know."

[rascheln]

In a fight, Steve will take a day to calm down and need distance and then will probably come back to apologize for the things he knows he did wrong,

...but it takes a lot for Billy to do the same.

It’s probably not even a big fight, just a petty disagreement about how Steve wants Billy to call home when he’s late for dinner or staying out drinking with colleagues. And maybe Billy agreed to do it, but then just forgot about it. Again. So he comes home to a cranky Steve, who, feeling like an echo of his younger self, has once again found himself waiting home alone until he had to eat dinner way too late.

Hell, he knows Billy doesn’t like being controlled, doesn’t like being guilt tripped, even if Steve genuinely thought he was making a reasonable request. When Billy finally steps into the living room, Steve- half jokingly, half bitter- finds himself channeling his mom with the passive aggressiveness of the "thanks for gracing me with your presence" that tumbles out of his mouth.

Billy rolls his eyes. "I came home earlier than usual, what are you complaining about?"

"Uh, sure. Thanks for that. I love waiting until late at night for you just to eat dinner on my own." Sarcasm drips from Steve's voice like poison. Billy's shoulders grow tense and his voice takes on a mulish, defensive note in response.

"Just eat earlier then, nothing's keeping you from your fucking dinner and your bedtime routine."

Steve wants to take Billy by those tense shoulders and shake him. Wants to say 'we've been over this before' and not feel like he's making some fucking unreasonable demand. Instead, his arms cross in front of his chest and he feels himself curl up.

"You know that's not the problem! Last time I did that, you came home half an hour after I was finished eating by myself and were bummed about there not being enough leftovers." Distantly, Steve registers the tired upset he's been feeling filter into his voice. "Is it too much to ask to get some fucking consistency so I don't have to constantly adjust to your random plans?"

He can tell he’s pushed too far when Billy immediately stomps off into the kitchen to get a drink of water. It's his go-to reaction when he doesn't want to yell or punch a wall. Get some distance from the conflict instead of blowing up like he used to.

Steve takes a deep, shaky breath. Tries to let out the helpless frustration that's built up over time on the exhale. Decides he needs to ignore that bitter pit in his stomach that won't go away, because he's tired and he doesn't want to go to bed still fighting. He's had fights like these with other partners in the past and for a moment, a memory echoes through his head. An exasperated, impatient tone that made him feel small and petty when he was told "this is why you're so hard to deal with."

He waits for Billy to cool down and come back. Waits long enough to get antsy, nervous about how much he messed up. When he follows Billy into the kitchen, he's determined to patch things up for the night. And then Steve starts to apologize. Starts to actually say the words “I’m sorry. I know I can get clingy. It was a problem with my ex boyfriend too and I don't want it to be a problem for us.”

He expects Billy to take the olive branch. Instead, he watches Billy’s mulish, stubborn pout transform into something akin to horror. Like he’s gonna throw up. "Fuck, no, that's not. Steve. No."

(Billy knows he’s the one who fucked up. And he recognizes, in a moment of terribly clarity, the way he’s almost instinctively used silence the way his father would to punish Billy for displeasing him.)

They're both at a loss for words. Billy takes Steve's hand, pries it off his arm where he's still clutching himself. Steve watches him swallow down words, like he can't find the right ones just yet. Steve decides to wait for him. Again.

[imsodishy]

Relationship Chicken(Soup)

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Steve’s not being clingy. He’s not. 

Billy going radio silent for four days isn’t even weird. It hadn’t even pinged on Steve’s radar. Was Steve sulking at home waiting for his phone to ring? That’s nobody’s business. 

And he didn’t seek Max out as some way to get to Billy through his sister. No, he ran into her and Lucas, totally organically , at the grocery store when he was on a snack run. And she mentioned, completely unprompted , that Billy wasn’t cavorting with a series of gorgeous men, like Steve’s brain sometimes tried to convince him was the case whenever Billy was out of his direct line of sight for too long. On the contrary, Billy was sick with the flu. 

And, well, Steve was already at the grocery store, and chicken noodle soup isn’t even that hard to make. 

So, he’s not being clingy. He’s being thoughtful. Bringing his... long-term booty call? Fuck buddy? Friend with benefits? Whatever. Bringing Billy soup when he’s sick isn’t hovering, it’s just nice. 

So, it’s fine. He can knock on Billy’s door.

And once he’s done that, he can’t flee because ding-dong-ditching someone with the flu would be a dick move.

It takes a while, but Steve can hear shuffling inside the apartment and some faint coughing. Finally, the door opens. 

Billy shouts, “Fuck!” and then the door slams shut in Steve’s face. 

Not great. 

There’s an intense coughing fit happening on the other side of the door though, and that’s also not great. And Steve has soup. 

Once the coughing subsides Steve knocks again. “Billy?” he calls out through the door. 

“What are you doing here?” he sounds rough. Weak and sniffly, and like there’s another cough lurking. 

“I heard you were sick.” Steve explains. 

“What?” 

“Max said you’ve got the flu.” There’s an aggrieved moan and then a thump from inside the apartment, “Did you just die in there.” 

“Gonna kill that shit-bird.” It’s muffled like he’s muttering, but Steve’s pretty sure he’s got his face smushed to the door, so he can still hear it pretty clearly. 

“Come on, open the door.” 

“No.” He sounds so petulant even through the door that Steve actually feels encouraged to push a bit. 

“No? Why not?” 

There’s a long pause before he answers, “M’gross.” 

Steve laughs, “Well, yeah. You’re sick, dumbass.” 

“M’not supposed to be.” 

Steve frowns at no one, “You’re not supposed to be sick?” 

“Not supposed to be gross.” 

“What does- Billy, I feel like your neighbors are going to come out to gawk at me in a minute, and Mrs. Bursett already has more than enough dirt on me.” The old lady across the hall caught him half dressed in the hall the very first time Billy brought him over for sex. Or rather, immediately after, when he kicked Steve out. “Will you please open the fucking door? I brought you soup!” 

The door cracks open, and yeah, Billy is gross. His nose is red and raw looking, and his face is both pale and flushed in patches. He’s sweaty, and his hair is a greasy mess, pulled up in what was probably a ‘messy' bun at one point but is now just a messy bun. He’s wearing a Motörhead sweatshirt that’s about two sizes too big and black sweat pants that should probably have been thrown out a while ago. He’s got a quilt Steve’s never seen wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. 

He also looks utterly confounded. “You brought me soup?” 

Steve holds up the bag with the container of soup inside, “Homemade.” 

Billy looks, if possible, more confused. He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s really struggling to process the information being presented to him. “You... made me soup?” 

“Good for what ails ya.” Steve says like he’s not embarrassed at all by the fact that he cares. Billy just stands there staring at him kind of dumbly, which is odd, because he’s usually so damn sharp. Keeps Steve perpetually on his toes. 

Eventually Steve prompts, “Are you gonna let me in?” Billy sniffs and shuffles aside, hanging on to the door for a bit of support like he’s feeling weak. “Why don’t you go sit, I’ll heat you up a bowl.” 

Billy groans and rubs harshly at his face. “Everything is a mess.” He grumbles, but he does shuffle off towards the couch. Where, Steve can see, he’s built himself a little wallow. It’s dotted with the all the hallmarks of illness, mostly tissues and various packs of over-the-counter meds. 

In the kitchen there’s a sink full of mugs and bowls. From the looks of things Billy’s been subsisting on tea and cereal. First things first: Steve tips a serving of soup into a small pot and sets it to heat on the stove, then stores the rest in the fridge. While the soup warms, Steve sets to work on the dishes, so by the time it’s ready he’s filled the drying rack and has a clean dish to serve it in. He goes for a mug, easier to hold, less chance to spill. 

Billy seems to have made an attempt to tidy the living room, he’s piled all the used tissues on the coffee table anyway, before turning himself into a grumpy lump of blankets on the couch, watching Steve like a hawk in his nest. 

“Soup.” Steve says unnecessarily when he presents Billy with the mug.  Billy glares at him miserably, and cradles the mug to his chest with one hand. 

Steve detours to the bathroom and grabs the bin from under the sink and a new box of tissues. He sweeps all the tissues off the coffee table into the bin and plonks it down next to Billy’s knee. Then he plonks himself down on the couch and sets the box of tissues on the cushion between them. There are commercials playing on the TV, “So, what are we watching.” 

Billy is staring at him like he’s an alien. Slowly, like he’s expecting something (though Steve can’t even begin to guess what), Billy extracts his other hand from his blanket nest and takes hold of the spoon sticking out of the mug, it clinks as he stirs. He only looks away from Steve at last to supervise the spoonful he scoops up, careful not to drip. “Bewitched marathon.” he says, just before he shoves the spoon in his mouth. 

“Cool.” Steve starts humming the theme song. 

Billy cracks a tiny smile, half hidden by his raised mug, “That’s I Dream of Jeannie.” 

“Is it?” As if on cue a new episode of Bewitched starts up with the correct tune, “Oh, right. I always preferred Jeannie, I guess. This is good too though.” 

Billy just hums around another mouthful of soup. He’s wedged in to one corner of the couch turned mostly towards Steve, and over the next half hour Steve becomes ever more aware that Billy isn’t really watching the TV much at all. Every time Steve turns to him to make some little joke it’s to find Billy already watching him over the brim of his mug. Watching him almost suspiciously, like he thinks Steve might swipe his ashtray if given half a chance. 

It’s weird. They've watched stuff together before, here and there. Between rounds, recuperating afterwards, just killing time. Billy doesn’t always kick him out right away anymore, Steve’s even spent the night on purpose a few times, as opposed to the times they just passed out on each other. Usually, they talk over whatever they’re watching though. Billy especially never shuts up. Talks shit about the crappy late-night movies. Explains to Steve, in detail, how they do the awful gore effects. He smiles when Steve says something stupid by accident and cackles when Steve says something stupid on purpose. 

But tonight Billy is silent, and Steve can’t think of a single stupid thing to say to break the tension. 

Even while Steve keeps his eyes riveted to the screen, watching Samantha try to use magic to fix whatever problem magic caused before the last ad break, he’s keenly aware of Billy’s gaze boring into the side of his face. By the time a second episode is wrapping up he’s struggling not to squirm under the scrutiny. 

When he hears the slurp of Billy polishing off his mug of soup Steve can’t help himself anymore. “How’s the soup?” he asks still facing the TV. 

Out of the corner of his eye he watches Billy shrug and set the mug down, “Can’t really taste anything.” he says, and Steve nods along. “Can’t breathe through my nose, so I probably can’t blow you tonight either.” 

Steve stops nodding. Whips around to stare at Billy, who’s still fucking studying him. 

“Um, what?” Steve squeaks. 

Billy swipes at his nose with his sleeve, like there isn’t a box of tissues right there next to him. “I’m just saying. The ‘thank you' is gonna have to wait.” 

“Or, here’s a thought, you could just say thank you, you weirdo.” 

“Thank you .” he says, and Steve hears fuck you loud and clear. 

“Are you pissed at me?” Steve asks, pretty redundantly. Billy’s obviously pissed. 

“No.” Billy drawls. 

“Because I can leave if you don’t want me here.” 

“No.” he growls, then tries to suppress the coughing it causes. 

Steve scoffs, and turns back to the TV a little at a loss. The two of them hunker down to watch an old sitcom in stubborn silence. Steve can hear Billy snuffling and what he thinks is him biting his nails, though he absolutely refuses to look at him and check. 

They make it about five minutes through the tensest ever viewing of Bewitched before Billy huffs, “What are you doing here?” 

Steve stands up, “Oh my god! Fine, I’m going.” 

“No! What are you doing here?” Billy demands. He tries to stand too but he’s tangled in blankets, and Steve feels a pang of sympathy for the loss of dignity Billy suffers trying to shed his cocoon quickly. “You brought me fucking soup? Soup?! Like some kind of asshole grandma.” 

So much for the sympathy. 

“Do you even know what are you’re mad about right now? Because I have no idea.” 

“You. And your fucking soup .” 

Steve laughs, “This can’t actually be about soup. That’s insane.” 

“Fuck you.” Billy snaps, swiping angrily at his face with his sleeve. It’s not his runny nose this time though. Christ, he’s crying. Steve has somehow made him cry. 

“Billy… I’m sorry about… the soup?” 

Billy flops back down on the couch, face hidden in his hands, which are hidden in his too long sleeves. “Why?” he croaks. 

“Because you seem really upset about it.” Steve says helplessly, and Billy coughs, or chokes, or maybe, maybe , laughs. 

“Why are you here?” Billy says into his sleeve mittens. 

Steve sits gingerly back down on the couch, rubs at his own face. “I heard you were sick, and I thought soup might help,” he feels like he explained this already. “And-“ 

Steve flounders, but the pause has Billy looking over at him. His eyes are red rimmed and glassy, and it’s from being sick and from crying, but it makes them looks so goddamn blue. He looks like he’s expecting a killing blow. Steve has no idea if he's about to deliver one.

“-and I missed you,” Steve ruffles his hair. “Look, if I crossed a line showing up like this, I'm sorry. I know we’re not like that. But, I just…” Steve looks at Billy’s sweaty, snotty, blotchy face, and smiles, “I wanted to see you.”

Billy sniffs hard, rubs at his face with his gross sleeves, “My head hurts.” he whines. 

Steve sighs. “You due for any meds?” 

Billy shakes his head no, then keeps shaking his head. He seems lost. “I wasn’t expecting you. I’m not,” he gestures at himself jerkily, “Equipped. This is hardly the fantasy.” 

“Who’s fantasy? My fantasy?" Billy looks miserable and Steve figures in for a penny, "The thing is, it kind of is.” 

Billy gives him a flatly unimpressed look, “Your fantasy is parking it on the couch while I drip snot all over everything?” 

“Well, maybe not the snot part all the time. But people do get sick sometimes, so you’re allowed to get sick.” Steve laughs, Billy doesn’t. Steve studies his face for a minute, “You’re allowed to be a people. A- a person, I mean. You’re allowed to- you know what I meant.” Billy does laugh at that. He’s so gross, and he’s so beautiful. “And, yeah. You’re a person I want to sit on the couch with.” 

“No one’s ever made me soup before.” Billy sounds sort of helplessly lost, Steve thinks he gets it now, a little bit at least. He’s fidgeting with his sleeves when he asks, “You wanna stay the night?” 

He coaxes Billy into the shower, because everyone feels better after a shower, and Steve tackles the bedroom while he’s occupied. He clears out the tissues that are in there and a couple more mugs to be washed. He changes the sheets, which he’s done here before, just usually due to a wet spot not the general sad funk of illness.

Once Billy’s out of the shower, and in clean pyjamas, and medicated (still looking slightly grumpy and befuddled), Steve bundles them into bed together. As Steve wraps around him like an extra blanket, Billy says, “You’re gonna get sick.” like he just can’t stop himself from being a contrary little shit. 

“It’s fine,” Steve smacks a kiss to his temple, “We've got soup.”

[fanfiction-inc]

What would period sex with Eddie, Steve, and Billy be like? Would it bother them?

Hi there, darling! I hope you don’t mind I made this prompt less vague for each of the boys! I thought a little “story” with each would help! As always, NSFW under the cut!

tw: blood

Eddie

Eddie is ever the observant one when it comes to you. It’s like he has a sixth sense for all things you.

When you’re happy, he knows.

When you’re sad or anxious, he knows.

And when you’re in pain, he can practically feel it.

So, when this is the second date you’ve cancelled this week and have been avoiding most of his usual physical contact at school, there can only be two or three things that could be to blame.

One, you could be pissed with him over something. He had the tendency to be a nuisance, so he knew eventually you may hold something against him (though you never do).

Two, you were too busy for his usual antics. He knows he usually makes you almost late to class when he comes up behind you to hug you.

Kiss you.

Show you and everyone around how much he cares for you. Maybe you need space because he’s too clingy.

Or three, you’re in pain and his usual bear hug or tight grip is too much on your sensitive body.

He confirms which it is the day he sees you rush straight to the bathroom in school, hiding away from those around you with a hand to your stomach.

He barges in without a care in the world for the feminine figure on the door front, waving hello to some of the girls that pass him with gasp and disgust written on their faces.

He knew he shouldn’t be in there, but worry was eating at him as he comes to the last stall that wasn’t empty.

“Baby, you okay in there?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Eddie.” He hears how your voice strains with pain, waiting patiently for you to come out of the stall.

Instead, you simply unlock the door and he comes inside, seeing you leaning against the metal wall and clutching at your tummy.

“Jeez, sweetheart. You look like you’ve been through hell.” Carefully he comes closer, cupping your cheek as he scans your body for injuries. Seeing none, he begins to chalk it up to what it may be.

Now Eddie isn’t the kind of guy to shy away from blood, but the conversation of womanly functions sometimes makes him a bit uneasy.

It’s not that it happens or the blood aspect of it, but rather he has no fucking clue how to help in these situations.

The only thing he knows is what he found out from overheard conversations in passing and what little his uncle would tell him when he started getting curious at a young age about why some girls wouldn’t go swimming during certain points in the month.

“Is there anything I can do? I can run and get ya something, or maybe a massage-“

“No!” The word sounds harsh leaving your lips and you quickly regret the tone of it, but Eddie is unfazed. “No, I don’t think that’ll help.” You sigh and lean into the hand cupping your cheek, looking up to his with a wince. “I just want this day to be over so I can go home…I’m sorry if it seems like I’m not as touchy-feely as usual, Eds.”

“No, no, baby! You don’t have to apologize for a thing!” He gives a warm smile, one that makes you give a faint mirror of it on your own lips. He was always so damn sweet with you. “How about you come over tonight and I help take care of you so you aren’t dealing with this alone?” There was nothing sweeter than the way his chocolate eyes brighten and give you the best puppy dog look you’ve seen in your life. “Please?”

A sigh leaves your lips, shaking your head at him. He always took care of you, even when you didn’t feel up to being cared for.

You nod, and the day and pains tick by until you’re finally able to leave school, joining him on his bed at his uncle’s trailer at last.

He kept his word of taking care of you after some questioning.

What products do you prefer? He’ll keep them on hand, so you don’t have to worry about being unprepared at his home.

Comfort foods? He’ll get you whatever he wants, even if he has to break into the closest 7-11 just to get you a slurpee.

Things that help distract you, he’s got that covered.

He’ll play his guitar for you, jam any song you want no matter how different from his preferred music taste it is.

Movies, he’ll drop by, see Stevie, and get whatever you want to see.

Or if you just want to lay there and stare at the ceiling while you wait for the cramps to pass, he’ll lay there with you.

But what surprises him is when you talk about alternative ways to relieve period pains.

“So, I overheard some of the girls in my class talking,” you casually lay on his bed in the most comfortable position you can muster, watching your boyfriend strum away on his guitar, “apparently if you orgasm, it’s supposed to help your pain subside.”

He stops mid riff, blinking for a moment before looking to you.

He was surprised, but he doesn’t hesitate for a moment to (carefully) hang his beauty of a guitar back up before moving to loom over you.

“Yeah? Well, I’m happy to try it if it’ll help.” He all but purrs it, careful to not put his weight on you too much.

“But you’ll get messy.” Nerves shoot through you, hesitation in your gaze.

“Every great warrior gets his sword dirtied in battle.”

“So, you’re comparing my period to a battle now?” You snort, relaxing at his comparison.

He just grins at you, giving your lips a soft peck. “It’s hurting you, and I’m willing to fight off that pain. I’d do anything to help, baby.”

And he makes good on his word.

He’s gentle, careful of your body and any pain you may be feeling as he caresses you. He’s not as grabby or teasing as usual, just slow, and soft, and everything that makes your heart flutter a bit more for him.

Of course, he doesn’t fuck you right away, but it’s a whole new experience when he slips on the condom and gets to work.

He’s slow, sensual, taking his time with you and stopping at any point you ask him to. Always watching, always checking in.

It may not be the most intense orgasm of your life he draws from you, but it’s one that makes you forget about discomfort and send the pain away for the time being. 

It’s the kind that leaves you smiling and sleepy, wrapped around him after he cleans you both up.

Though from now on he knows he needs a towel down or something, unsure how to tell his uncle if he sees the stains on his bed.

Steve

Steve is wonderful when it comes to knowing your body and how it is during your period.

He knows when you need cuddles or need space.

He knows when you need a distraction, casually trailing his fingers up your arm or kissing you when the pains hit, and you try to hide a whimper.

It used to bother him at first if you didn’t want to be touched or didn’t come over to his house because you weren’t feeling good, but Robin helped him understand more than he probably would otherwise.

She recommended products to keep on hand, what to have around in case it started suddenly.

All things to make you feel comfortable with him about it.

And of course, she is the one to recommend having sex while on your period to see if that helps your discomfort any.

Steve, of course, is awkward with bringing the subject up because you could think he’s a sicko, or think he has some sort of weird fetish for blood.

So, the night you’re over at his place, watching a movie with him and a cramp hits, he can’t help himself as he blurts it out.

“Do you think if I got you off it’d help them go away?”

There’s silence between you two and he is backpedaling mentally, trying to think of what to say to you because now he feels like he’s fucked up and you will get up and leave and oh, now you’re laughing.

You can’t contain your giggles at his pretty, nervous face and how it scrunches into confusion at your reaction.

“Steve Harrington, are you offering to fuck me and see if that helps?”

“W-Well I…Yeah, I guess I am.” He gives a nervous smile when you kiss his cheek, taking his hand in your own.

“Well Stevie, let’s see if this works.” He’s a blushing, nervous mess as you lead him back to his room, knowing the house well enough by now to go there without having to look around.

It was muscle memory, especially the instinct to gasp when his door closes behind you two and your back is up against it, his lips on yours in one of those infamous sweet kisses you’ve grown to love.

He takes his time undressing you, making sure to coat your body in a steady stream of wet, open-mouthed kisses, drawing soft noises from you in each pass.

After all, Steve wants to get you excited, get you all squirmy and needy for him because he knows foreplay is key, especially with something like this.

He doesn’t shy away from fingering you, though the first time his fingers touch you, he reels back because it’s different than usual.

It’s tackier, and it takes some adjusting before he’s finding that spot inside you and working your clit, wanting to get you to that high before giving you all he’s got.

Of course, he’s amazed by how your body responds, seeing the pain melt away from your features with each brush of his fingers.

And it fascinates him when you cum, seeing how effective this process is.

Thank you Robin for suggesting it.

All the sweet praises he can manage throughout. Steve is full of sweet things to get you going and remind you how much he cares for you.

“That’s it, my pretty girl! Look at how good you’re taking my fingers.”

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. So good.”

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? Good…Good, I want you to feel good.”

“That’s my good girl.”

When he finally fucks you, its gentle, timid, and you have to keep him constantly in the loop about what feels good and what hurts.

It’s all worth it, of course, Steve finding those spots to focus on and where to avoid. He slows when you need him to slow, speeds up when you feel ready, but hesitates to go as deeply as he usually does in an effort to spare your already pained womb.

Now he will stop immediately and stay still if you show any signs of pain from his movements.

He’ll pull out and comfort you because he never meant to hurt you and he’ll do anything you need if you want to continue or leave it where it was.

Fuck his raging hard on, you and your comfort is all that matters, even if he’s having to will away the building orgasm in exchange for holding you close.

But, if you do continue, he’s careful to work you to your edge and help you finish no matter if he gets his or not.

And aftercare, holy fuck aftercare is splendid with him.

He’ll get you in the shower and clean you both up, then it’s cuddles or back to the movie you both had on before. Snacks and just general sweetness, making sure you’re taken care of.

All because he loves you and wants you to feel as good as possible with him, even when it’s that time of the month.

Billy

He knows his way around your body, has since you two became a thing.

Every nook.

Every cranny.

He knows you best from the inside out, no matter the conditions.

Billy doesn’t shy away from blood, much less letting your period get in the way of his sex life with you.

He’s fucked many girls, that is true, but you’re the only one he would ever do this with.

It’s different with a random chick, but with you he doesn’t mind because he knows it’s a win-win.

He gets to be between your legs once more, not a care in the world for the mess that would ensue.

The first time you two tried it, he had suggested it after hearing about the ideology behind orgasming to relieve period pains.

Of course, there was an underlying note of selfishness, having been denied being able to bury himself in you because you were worried about if he would think less of you.

If he’d think you’re disgusting.

Not to mention the mess you would potentially make. You worried about every little thing, and he couldn’t stand it.

You were perfection. The perfect girl.

His girl.

There was no need to worry with him.

So, fuck whatever was going on, he just wanted you.

His hands come to your cheeks, making you look at him from your seated position on his bed. “Princess, roll over.”

“What’re you going on about, babe?” You blush when his thumb brushes your lip, seeing the intensity in those pools of deep blue that stare back at you.

“Roll over and let’s do this.” He’s blunt, words making your core clench but eyes widen.

“But, what about-“ He silences you with a careful “shh”, shaking his head at your worries.

“Don’t think about it. Just let me do my job.” He gives you no room to even consider what he may think or about anything other than his hands flipping you over, your legs instinctively moving to push your rear in the air.

He had thought about this for a while, deciding which position would work, what would make you feel good and not put pressure on your back or belly.

He actually opened a fucking book- Well, a health magazine in the local grocery store- and looked at what positions the women of the 80s was saying would work best in this situation.

Doggy. You wouldn’t have to do any work, no pressure on your body. Just your face in the pillows and ass in the air.

He was gonna take good care of you.

He wastes no time getting your bottoms off, humming at the sight before him.

Maybe it’s something sick in him, but he still found your pussy just as pretty as any other time, not a single care in his mind of the crimson clinging to your folds.

You hide your face away in embarrassment when you feel him spread your folds, whistling at the mess gathered there.

“Don’t go shy on me, princess. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about besides how loud your gonna get when I fuck you.” A smirk gathered on his lips when he sees you clench around nothing, humming his approval.

He spits down on your core before pushing a finger into you, followed by a second when he deems it ready.

He isn’t fazed by the way his fingers grow tacky, savoring the wet squelch coming each time he pushes against that special spot within you and the sweet, sweet noises spilling from your lips.

“Maybe you don’t even need my cock, hm? M’fingers enough for you?”

“No! No please!” You whine the words out, feeling tears brim when he moves his fingers a touch faster, working that spot within you like mad.

He knows what he’s doing, working you up so everything around you, everything with your monthly just fades away.

“And I thought you didn’t want me to get all messy.” He mocks with a huff of a chuckle, feeling how your core tightens around his digits. “Seems even when you’re bleedin’ you still need my cock. That right, princess?”

You quickly nod, but the way his fingers withdrawal and a soft slap, much lighter than his usual strikes, lands on your pussy and sends you reeling, you know you’ve made a mistake.

“Yes!” You let out a pathetic sob as he sooths the strike by rubbing his fingers slowly along your folds, near gentle with his touch.

Billy isn’t usually someone who fucks you softly, but this was soft for him. He wasn’t grabbing at your hair and making you fuck yourself back against him.

He wasn’t intending to leave you bruised and aching the next morning.

All he wanted was to feel you cum and get his fill.

And that’s what he intended as he used his clean hand to unbuckle his belt, the sound sending you into anxious anticipation.

He wasn’t wasting a single second once he gets his jeans open, pushing himself within your needy hole and hearing how you moan out.

His jeans would be ruined, but who cares.

Your cum coated many pairs already, so what’s another fluid?

His pace isn’t rough, isn’t as fast and harsh. He wasn’t fucking you till you’re fucked stupid.

No, he delivered sharp, deep thrust, but kept a pace that could only be deemed leisurely.

Hands on your hips, guiding your body back gently with a grip far away from the bruising one he usually held your body with.

And oh, the sweet, soft kisses and nips he left along your back as he took you.

It was a stark contrast from his usual mannerisms.

Except for the filth leaving his lips and the hand coming down on your ass when he feels you tighten around him.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking my cock so well. Look at you, always such a needy little thing.”

He doesn’t hesitate to remind you who you belong to, especially in a moment like this because he knows any boy would shy away from the mess you two are making.

But he was no boy. He knew exactly what your body needed.

And his ego skyrocketed when you clamp around him, cumming hard from his rhythm.

Of course, Billy doesn’t stop at just one, taking you again and again until you’re nearly passed out and fucked into such a blissful state only he could give you.

And by that end is when he finally lets himself go, making sure to mark your body with each spurt of his cum.

Of course, he gets you in the shower before you fall asleep, and he’s always tender in that moment, cleaning you thoroughly before wrapping you in one of his shirts and letting you get some rest.

There, and only there, does he check to see if your pain has dissipated for the time being, and feeling majorly accomplished when you tell him yes.

But if no, he just reminds you he’ll do it all over again when you’re ready.

This man never lets you go unsatisfied during this time, not daring to leave you in pain. But it’s only during this time. 

Any other time and he’d make it a game, seeing how long you’d go before you need to cum and playing until it’s all too much. 

He cares too much during your monthly to torture you like that, even if he doesn’t always show you how much you mean to him.