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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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wanted (slowed) | mechanic!billy hargrove x male!reader

a/n — happy stranger things day! here's this, requested by @denim-devil but i couldn't find the request.. sorry babes this is kinda crackfic

warnings — smut 18+!, ass eating, doggy style, degradation

summary — After your car breaks down outside of Hawkins, a certain mechanic stops to help...

words — 2.8k

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"Shit."

The word flew off your tongue to account for every mile you were distanced from Hawkins as you swayed your sputtering vehicle to the shoulder of the asphalt you skidded on, feeling the front wheel of your car dip into the miry soil. You swore at least several times before your car finally halted, sitting on the rounded curve of a back road that you did not know the name of, and a harsh red glow came from your bumper lights as you turned on the hazard signals.

Each hurling drop of rain violently tapped against your car for a brief second, pattering quickly like the thump of your heart and the mile per minute your mind was still racing at, unlike your dormant automobile. The weather channel called for a storm all night, and if it were not for what was sitting in your backseat, you would not be in the middle of a downpour on some back road just a few miles from Hawkins. The word had traveled around that a new video store in the town next to Hawkins sold explicit tapes and magazines. Some neighbors complained about how vulgar it was to see anything like it on display, yet you indulged yourself in the disdainful word of others. They were a rarity, and you were alone, so it was an easy decision to pick them up the second you heard of them. Unfortunately, you lost the race to beat the rain on your way home. Now, they sat scattered in the back seat of your car, easily visible for anyone to peek over and see.

Taking a gander out the window and looking past all the little droplets of rain landing against it, you were greeted with absolutely nothing but vegetation and dampened road. Not a single payphone or bus stop could save you from this trouble, and the nearest mechanic was a long walk away. Billy, you think his name was, lived on a street you couldn't remember the name of and had a reputation for charging more than his services were worth. If there was nothing outside that could help you, then turning to the resources in your car might be the best option. Your hand reached for the overhead light as the other followed along with the dashboard until it slipped into the groove of the glovebox handle, fishing out a car manual in pristine condition.

Unlike many warped pages and manuals yellowed by smoke and age, yours had not even parted from the plastic shrinkwrap clinging to it. It was far from the thing you had hoped to have been reading tonight, but if it provided more help than what was in the pages of the magazines in the seats behind you, then so be it. The first few pages were nothing but categories and the like, with a small section detailing how to diagnose your vehicle's issues catching your eye. You turned to the page numbers noted and scanned through each line, praying for some piece of practical information to help you in any way possible.

To your surprise, a repeated tap came from the other side of your window a few moments later. It was heavier and carried imperfect timing that didn't sound like the rain. You turned to the window, rolling it down once your eyes landed on the shadowy form towering over you with one arm resting on the roof of your car. The rain started to spill through the opening, marking the dry surfaces with an iota of what he was doused in from merely walking from his car to yours. As for the man himself, he looked good in the rain, particularly soaking in it. The solid white tee underneath was made visible by his raised arm taking the flap of his drenched denim jacket with him, leaving the soaked cotton below to cling to his well-worked form, highlighting his buff chest and toned abdomen.

He reeked of smoke, but his teeth weren't yellow as he opened his mouth to talk, a growing smirk as he eyed you. It most likely took shape out of pity, "Hey, you need help?"

You knew the voice instantly, deep and tinged with tobacco in his lungs—Billy Hargrove, the mechanic.

"God, yes." You weren't sure if he could see the desperation in how you flicked through the various volumes and sub-categories of car issues, but he seemed to be the only person for miles. You expected him to mock you like the mechanics in Hawkins for not knowing a muffler pipe from a radiator beam, but the blonde beauty was straightforward with his help, skipping past the opportunity to tease you.

"Pop the hood." You listened to what the soaked man asked of you and reached for the small lever under the wheel, pulling it until you heard the first pop discerning itself from the distant cracks of thunder. He rounded the hood and propped it up with one hand before slamming it back down a few moments later, returning to the same spot he briefly left vacant.

His evaluation had only taken mere moments, leaving you a bit concerned. It could mean one of two things: your car was irreparable, or he knew exactly how to fix it. The best way to get the answer out of him was to ask. "What's wrong with it?"

"The radiator hose is all kinds of fucked up. It caused your entire engine to overheat," he explained, placing two hands over the split in the door your window descended between. The light spilled over his face—softly drenched but reaming with dominance. You couldn't hold a stare to it, breaking away from his gaze cast on you to eye his fingers. There were two rings, both chunky and filling space on the middle and index fingers on his left hand.

"Can you fix it?"

"Yeah, I got a spare one in the trunk. It might be a little big, but I’m sure it’ll fit. It'll cost you, though—just picked it up from the town over." There was a glint in his eyes as he spoke, gone with a wink directed at you; the hidden treasure in the depths of his piercing blues shone through. He tore his gaze away once he went, pacing back to his sleek, low-riding vehicle.

"Great!" You called out the window, but you were sure he didn't hear you. Billy seemed oddly absent from the conversation when in reality, he stopped to help you.

It wasn't a huge deal, though, since this wasn't a handout. You could pay Billy for his work and head home to enjoy the cozy indoors and the magazines in your backseat. Then, a sudden burst of panic consumed you; in your scattered state, you hadn't thought to hide them. Did the mechanic see the pitiful pages you planned to use for self-pleasure? Was that why he seemed gone from the conversation while you made yourself look like a fool?

You turned, checking to see if he was still occupied at his car so that you could stash the dirty magazines away from the divulgence provided by the light overhead, but he passed your open window and paced to the hood before you could lift a finger to move them. You popped it again without the need of his word, and he lifted the front end to replace the hose.

"The town over," those words prompted you to wonder why he made a specific mention of that. You glanced into the muddled mirror hanging off the side of your car, and you noticed that this stranger had come from the same direction as you. Maybe you were overcomplicating a simple remark that had no more depth than the road you slid on, but if he was like you, that road could be a barrier to the tender ground underneath. But, this was a rural area and a ways away from anyone else, so one wrong assumption could lead to more than your car taking a blow.

You shook the hope of this stranger being anything close to you in the ways you wished, figuring that you should get whatever cash you had left ready to fork over to him. Reaching for where you kept your money, dread welled inside you as you realized that you spent most of it on those magazines.

Your thoughts were left to gnaw and work their way open into your worries for the fifteen minutes it took Billy to replace the hose. At a certain point, he was back to standing at your window, his hair clinging even more to his face as he leaned down. You had no money, and your face wore that fact so well that you were sure he picked up on it.

You started to blabber, praying that he would be forgiving, "Is there any other way I could repay you? Maybe I could get you something nice at Starcourt?"

"I think I know how you could repay me," he nods his head to the back seat, "Don't think I didn't see those..."

The same panic from earlier rose, carrying your heart with it as you choked out each word, "Oh, yeah, take them. They're all yours."

Reaching for the magazines, you passed them to him without a second thought, watching the crisp, unturned pages softening in the rain. He thumbed through the pages, and his watered face made different expressions to the contents inside, "You're into all this? Jesus..."

Before you could even try to defend yourself, he was already letting the soaked pages slip from his fingers and to the ground. He dug his black-buckled boot into the mess of damp and muddied paper for effect. You didn't have to see it to hear the grit of the gravel shifting against the underside of his boot. Is that all this asshole wanted; to make you look bad? What could he want from you? The question seemed to answer itself.

"I'll give you something better to look at," he teased. The remnant of his stupid smirk returned, and this time you understood why.

You went for the door handle, both nervous and excited about what the local legend, and antagonizer, Billy, had in mind. You heard the door behind yours click, and when you stepped out into the rain, you saw his figure illuminated by the headlights of his cruiser.

"Get in," he briefed. His ring-barren hand held the door open, and you noticed how it was turning shiny from the splattered raindrops as you crawled into the backseat. Propping yourself on your hands and knees was the best way to give him full access in the awkward confinements of your car.

He had no trouble squeezing himself in, pushing you uncomfortably close to the opposite end of the car while giving himself more room than he needed. You could feel his damp clothes seeping onto yours, his mop-like hair being the worst offender by soaking everything it touched. Yet, his soaked clothes still provided a view of his stunning body, free of charge.

Billy wanted to do more than just look, though. He wanted to feel and let his hands wander. They cupped your ass and moved up to the hem of your pants, coming down with a single tug to reveal something you would never have thought he would take an interest in. There was a window above you that reflected the events taking place thanks to the light you turned on earlier. You could see Billy backing himself up, and you could feel his hands take a fistful of either mound of your ass before he softly tugged them away from each other.

His throat vibrated, and a wad of spit fell from his pursed lips, landing on your hole. One of his thumbs toyed with it for a moment, slicking your crack before he buried his damp face inside and let his warm, wet tongue do most of the work. His breath rolled along your lower back as he felt the intensity of it. He followed a cycle of licking your crevasse with a broad stroke, carefully dancing the tip of his tongue around your hole for an extra tease as he would stop, pull away, spit on it and return. A finger would find its way inside you during the process. It was usually one with a ring on it that stretched and loosened your hole. But he used his mouth for most of the dirty work. Every time his soft lips connected to you in some way, you urged to press back against it, against him.

Eventually, Billy grew rough, and his pace became too quick. It was evident that he needed some kind of relief, so he pulled away to fumble with the flap of his jeans. First, the button came undone, then you heard the slow descending zipper of his fly. You didn't need to glance at the reflection to know what he was packing--you had eyed it earlier in the dark, the thing drawing attention to itself like a lone flare.

A hand ran over your back until one hooked over your shoulder, and the other guided his cock. Billy wasn't entirely going in dry, but the work he had done to prepare you would make the pain a little easier to handle. The tip was the easiest part to take, his girth being the hardest to endure as it felt as thick as the beer cans he used to guzzle down in high school. But once he bottomed out, coasting his entire length inside you, it felt like the first half of a marathon. As he started to rock his hips, the sheer force behind it and eagerness to reach his climax became the apparent problem.

Billy was rough. His toned thighs flexed and worked with each thrust on his knees. Each hip-smacking push into you made it harder for Billy to resist flooding your ass in his release. He grunted and made animalistic noises, far from the composed manner he presented himself in. Loud smacks filled the car and echoed out into the silent backwoods before he finally gave into it and on an unexpected thrust, shot spurts of hot white dickspit in your ass. His thrusts turned languid as he finished inside you. You felt him bear his weight on you, his damp chest finally meeting your dry back. He kept at his thrusts, but they were weaker and driven by less force.

After a few moments of silence and incoherent mumblings, Billy pulled out, tucked himself away, and backed out of your car. "Goddamn, been waiting for a good slut to dump one in. Small towns aren't easy to find people willing to do this."

"You're not going to help me out?" You asked as you felt his presence grow distant.

Billy rode the wave of his ego-filled high, "Fixing your car was helping you. Come back for a full inspection, though, we can talk about it then."

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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years

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Bruh Billy fucking you doggy style on the floor of your bedroom with one had clamped over your mouth because you snuck him into your room through your window in the middle of the night and your parents are in the next room 😩🥵

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michaelphi11ips · 10 months

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Bro I have read every single Billy Hargrove x male reader and Steve Harrington x male reader fic there is on this silly little app I NEED MORE GAY FICS DAMN IT‼️‼️

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whoregrove-billy · 2 years

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go for the gold | billy hargrove x gn!reader

a/n — for @denim-devil, reader's gender is never mentioned, implied male cause of locker-room but it can be co-ed

words — 1.6k

warnings — 18+! Smut, piss kink, degrading

summary — Losing a basketball game to Billy has its consequences.

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Unharmonious, ill-timed rubber striking against the polished herringbone was only the softest sound to fall on your ear. The second was the basketball, thumping loudly against the stiff wood filling the room before letting a high-pitched ring sound at the bounce like metal. The third sound came with a feeling—an experience: the competitiveness of Billy Hargrove. Heavy breathing draws against your ear, coming out with a huff and the promise of hot air. He exasperated himself with the vying fight to win. The tips of your fingers brushed the bumped rubber with each bounce, his blue hues following your guided motions of the ball.

He worked up a sweat, dampening his shirt and soon to be your back if he didn’t distance himself by then. Billy was close, uncomfortably close. You could feel the definition of his chest losing all meaning by pressing against your back as you had gotten well-acquainted with it throughout the game; hard but not steel, more like a wooden pencil. Enough pressure would make it cave to softness, all of which Billy was applying, even towards the south side of your back, where it smalled and led into your backside. Billy's hand snuck to your side in a last-ditch effort, holding it with a firm clasp. There was still room to move if you wanted, but you gave him the courtesy of not exposing his gradually tenting gym shorts to the rest of the players, at least not yet.

Then came a fourth sound, a whisper laced with his gruff tone, "You trying to win, huh? How about you get to be my bitch in the showers, and I get to win?" For a smoker, his voice carried a smooth and assured tone that he was going to win. The total opposite of a nervous squeak and pivot from the soles of other players, he spoke low and smooth.

With the ball in your hands, as had Billy's own two before, it was up to you to put an end to the game and make the deciding score. One point would tie you with the sweaty competitor shadowing you, calling it a draw for the books, and one miss would mark your loss.

He continued, "You know, like usual?"

A feeling of heat came, but not from Billy's proximity to you. It came from the inside, a reckoning of shame and the guilty pleasure you found at how you leaned into Hawkin's twisted social politics. Billy rose through the ranks quickly and took the role of King of Hawkins High this year, leaving you to kiss his ass in more ways than one. You could peg the word dominant as the best way to describe Billy on the court, in the showers, and in nearly every aspect of his life.

It was a blanket finish. You went for the shot, and as the ball arched in the air and came down after flying high, it hit the rim and tilted off, unceremoniously falling to the ground with a few pitiful, gravity-imposed dribbles. That was when Billy parted, finally relieving the pressure from your backside and scooping the ball into his hands, careful not to scrape the floor and break his flow. His knees jutted forward as they bent, buckling once he flew into the air, his hand hooking on the rim as the basketball swished through the net.

Inside, that shame replaced itself with a fear-tided scramble. Billy turned, his eyes meeting yours, the impassive offer now locked away behind a mean glare. If previous examples were anything to go off of, you were fucked.

The showers refused to relent either, letting out a discord of squeaks, hisses, and spurts before a steady stream erupted from the head, steadily shooting out in eight different rivulets. You were the only one standing at the beams sprouting from the ground, the only person in the class besides Billy to have a free period following gym. At times, it was a blessing since you could keep Billy on edge until the last ten minutes or think of new things to try, but now, it hardly felt like time was moving fast enough. Every beat of your heart felt like one drug out second, a nervousness welling within your core in expectation of Billy's arrival.

A sound you knew all too well—much like his breathing and hushed voice—was his bare feet padding along the small tiled squares spread out along the room for showering. He neared you, comfortably devoid of any covering and letting his cock shift with each step. His hand flew to it, playing with himself as he eyed every inch of you under the flowing water. Billy rounded the metal beam and mimicked your actions, letting the water run and rinsing himself under the steamed stream. There were a few moments of complete silence, say for the splashes of water, where you anxiously waited for him to say anything.

"You didn't listen," He stated with an annoyed look and a tone to match. Usually, he would reach for a cigarette and his Zippo, but he resorted to running himself under the hot water as he waited for a response instead. You didn't give him one, taking the chance to look in his direction but not at him. You attempted to appear engaged with the segment of the white and orange bricks behind him that made up the wall, but Billy moving towards you, pulled your focus back to him.

"Let's try something new. Since you wanna be a winner and all," His voice was the same as before, but his words suggested a bit of civility. Try. Billy never used the word "try" when he asked you to do something, so you started to think that whatever he had planned would be more degrading than before.

"Knees," he commanded, smirking as you did it. The tile was unsteady when wet, nothing concussive-worthy, but enough to make it feel uncomfortably unstable. Maybe that was his angle; to make you hate this.

"If you wanted to win so badly, you shoulda just told me," Billy's hand went for the base of his cock, his first two digits circling the bottom and the rest supporting the underside. The other went in your hair, damp from the water, making it tough to keep a tight grip, but Billy made it work. He always did. Last week was the perfect example: when Billy stretched your tight hole for the first time with his fingers and eventually made his girthy cock fit. He guided your head and his bulbous tip together, emitting an elated grunt at the feeling of heat meeting.

His cock was only half-hard, easy to mold in the heat of your mouth, but still resting on your tongue by default. Cold and still slick from the water—now changing to be uncontrollably wet and warm from your saliva—the bitter taste of soap barely ruminating over the lather. It took a moment for anything to happen. Billy didn’t stuff his cock down your throat and elicit a symphony of gags like before, not that he could with the state of his cock. Though, with a dick like his, your lips stretched at his softest and puffed at his most rigid. You were lucky it wasn't at its most damning size, but a quick thought had you wondering why he hadn't done anything.

Before a warning could come or you could prepare yourself, a hot stream filled your mouth before the first gulp sent it down, then it exceeded capacity again. It was golden, but you couldn’t see it. You mindlessly swallowed it without question, knowing that he would never care whether you were ready for it or not. He kept you from failure with his watchful eye, yours trailing along his lazily lathered-up body to meet his icy blues that restfully screamed to not let a single drop past your lips.

It proved difficult as the stream thickened, and so did the head of Billy's cock, gushing faster into your mouth. He broke his stare with your pitiful gaze, which consisted of wide eyes and stretched and indented cheeks, never swelling with his piddle at how often you swallowed. He was remiss to your pleading glance as he tilted his head back into the shower's flow, blonde mullet clashing and collapsing against the streamlets.

"Don't miss a fucking drop," he solidified your concern.

You downed the salty quencher as best as you could. Nothing hit the slicked tile, and naturally, Billy started to run empty. His golden flow weakened and became short spurts until a few dribbles poured out. Then, there was nothing left except for his cock at its worst--hardened and stretching your jaw to its limit. To your surprise, Billy pulled himself off your tongue and out of your mouth with a moan.

With a hand on his cock like before, his stiff shaft hit your cheek, Billy's demeaning tone and smirk returning, "God, what wouldn't you do for me..."

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denim-devil · 1 year

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Ok so, Billy and mating press with smoking and a touch of softness pleaseeeee ily

Appetite | B.H

A/N - I- billy loves how tight it is- honestly this request is short but I love it so here it is, something short but something spicy, we all need some spice!

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You were easy to manipulate. His hands pushed your legs, knees buried in your chest watching the dirty blonde male above roll his hips into you, slowly, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

You mewled at his back, nails trailing in uneven patterns, digging hard enough to leave red lines which now began littering the olive skin. Today was different, due to the storm that hit Hawkins unexpectedly, school was closed leaving the two of you home, Billy couldn’t pass up this opportunity

It had been a while, judging how Billy slowly sank into you, allowing one inch at a time to surpass your pucker, you faltered, forgetting just how big he really was and it showed.

“Hey, look at me…” he mumbles softly, breathy almost, stilling his advances, he was half way, half way into you, he was so damn close, close enough to feel the heat practically leaking from his body.

The couch was comfortable, wore and torn by the years it had stilled in Billy’s living room, the rickety structure groaned with each of your movements although, it helped Billy reach depths he couldn’t before.

You catch his stare, his curls falling over his face, necklace following suit. His smile was warm, big, almost angelic, he was never one to be soft but it was given with you, you brought out the best in him it was clear.

“That’s it honey…let, me, in.”

His words encouraged you to relax into his touch, his cock no easily gliding in gently until you swallowed every inch given. Billy couldn’t be more pleased, fuck he was so proud of you.

You clutched onto his tensed biceps, squeezing the muscle, clinging on for leverage, something that kept the burn at bay as-well as the soft, chaste kisses he littered across the crook of your neck.

“Yeah? There you go, doing god’s work doll”

He chuckled at his own words, he wasn’t ever usually cocky but fuck you looked so tiny underneath his looming figure, as if he could squash you with the muddy soles of his aged boots.

Now balls deep, he rested against your body, allowing you to feel him and register the intrusion, the anomaly that your body now had to accommodate.

You released your harsh grip, moving up to his shoulders, placing your hands softly atop of them, preparing yourself for his ensemble.

“Please move- plea- fuck”

Your words ushered themselves out quickly like you had no control over your tongue, as if it had a course it had set eyes on, relishing in your whimper-ish tone, Billy angled his hips before pulling himself backwards, dwelling on the audible squelch that followed with his retreat.

A whispered “fuck” escapes Billy, his baby blues shut completely, squinting almost in pleasure once slowly sinking back into you, every ridge, every vein felt underneath the slow thrust he tortured you with.

You could feel how close he was, how his hands kept your legs drawn up into your chest which not only allowed him to drive impossibly deeper but this way he could be closer to you, his hips now resting against your ass, his balls pressed snug against parted cheeks.

The smirk returns, this time his tongue rolls over those pearly whites before he clicks it, already relieving himself of another thrust, drawing out quicker, sinking in slower…he was punishing you, but for what, you couldn’t tell.

“Big…fuck you’re so big Bill-“

The nickname encourages Billy to begin a undulating pace, one that left you breathless, vision blurred with tears from the harsh burn that slowly began to disperse into waves of pleasure.

The position had Billy practically hungry for your mouth, his lips crashing against your own reflecting his hunger, god fuck was he hungry for you. Smack after smack of your lips matched the heavy thrusts he now participated in, edging his way deeper every-time your tongue rolled against his own.

Billy eventually stalled, still fully sheathed within you before letting go, the coil breaking once he falls into you, his mouth detaching from your own. You both gasp for air, Billy’s growls filling the room along side your incoherent mumbles.

His eyes shut completely, mouth hanging agape once his thighs stop twitching, his cum quickly spilling out once he pulls away, his now limp cock falling softly out with a squelch.

Billy sighed, his eyes lingering on his finished work, focusing on the clear liquid leaking down between your cheeks.

“Fuck…look at that-“ Billy’s finger prod around your hole before pushing his cum back in, slightly thrusting in further before pulling out completely and slopping back into the couch.

You lay dazed before being startled by a click and puff. You watch the smoke slip from his lips, the cigarette resting between his sizzling at the end.

“You okay?” Billy took another puff before resting it between his fingers, turning to you with that cocky smirk.

“Yeah…after that I’m more then okay-“ you quickly remark before scrambling over to his naked body, resting into his side.

Billy allowed you to, his arm occupying the cigarette wrapped around you, pulling you in closer before pecking you on the forehead.

“Your not the only one sweetheart…”

#male reader #x male reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #dacre montgomery #smut

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welcome-to-hawkins · 2 years

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wright billy x male reader or when we meet up i will bite you

Fine 🙄 (warning: 18+, self hatred, angst, oral, blowjobs, facefucking, hate sex, Billy is closeted)

Okay first of all Billy is so closeted he might as live in Narnia.

That said, he flirts with guys shamelessly. I mean it’s not like anyone would suspect Billy Hargrove, milf hunter supreme, was actually gay, right?

That was until you started hanging around.

And he hates you. You don’t cower when he gets in your face, you don’t avoid him or duck your head as he passes.

That’s why he’s cornered you in the showers, he thinks. To teach you a lesson, yeah, that’s all. It’s nothing to do with the way your eyes tracked him during practice, not because he saw the way you blatantly checked him out while he was lifeguarding, and definitely not because you said his name in that teasing way that made it sound like a threat.

So when he shoves you backwards into a stall and gets in your face he thinks yeah, now he won’t be a problem anymore. Billy never was the smartest guy around.

“Needa learn your place” he spat, “speak when spoken to, loser” he was in your personal space now, dripping with sweat and looking like your wet dream come true.

“Or what, Bills? Ya gonna show me who’s boss? Give it to me real good?” You looked up at him through your lashes, one eyebrow raised.

He couldn’t quite believe that you just said that to him. He also couldn’t quite believe that he was allowing it.

“Stupid slut”

And then he was forcing you to your knees, cock straining against his shorts.

You fumbled with his waistband and pulled him out, red and leaking, and began to lick at his tip.

You made quick work of taking him into your mouth, sucking and dragging your teeth along the underside of his cock.

He groaned, bracing his hand against the shower wall behind you.

“Fucking take it, god” he grunts, other hand fisting into your hair.

You brace your hands on his thighs and then he’s fucking your face, hand in your hair acting as a handle pulling and pushing you as you splitter around him.

He finally reaches the barrier in the back of your throat and your eyes water when he pushes past it in a single stroke. Now buried in your throat he doesn’t retreat, thrusts now shallow as he fucks your throat.

Not allowing you chance to breath you gag around him and choke for air, heaving in a breath through your nose. Drool is hanging down your chin, mixing with your tears as they stain your face.

He stills, and then he’s pushing your head all the way down, nose hitting his pelvis as he cums. Hot sticky ropes cost your throat and when he’s finally done twitching he finally pulls out.

You cough and drag air back into your lungs as he tucks himself back into his pants. You look up at him once more, smirking.

“Told ya you’d come back for more”

You stand and he’s on you again, pressing you against the wall and kissing you like he didn’t just almost suffocate you.

Hand on your waist pulling you into him, hand on your face soothing away the ache in your jaw, Billy was everywhere.

“So good, so fucking good for me” he mutters against your lips, speaking more to himself than you.

When he eventually pulls away Billy straightens, eyes glazing back over.

“I shouldn’t have done that”.

He means it too, at least until the next time.

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steveisagay · 2 years

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All I want is Billy Hargrove to cuddle me and call me a good boy while I play with his hair, is that too much to ask for?

But God said: "Yes, that is...

...Now take these sexy scenes of him"

Dacre Montgomery: *Is a lot of the time shirtless and is extremely hot* "There, happy?"

#billy stranger things #billy hargrove x male reader #gay #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x trans reader #stranger things x reader #dacre montgomery #daddy hargrove

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strangerthingfanfic · 1 year

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The Blue-Eyed Devil: Chapter 2

Male side

Halloween Party

It took some pleading and promising but your parents allow you to go to the Halloween party with Billy even though it's a Sunday.

As the clock ticks closer to 7 pm you put on your costume, Indiana Jones complete with whip. Your parents don't care for it but let you wear it for the party.

Just as you put the finishing touches on the costume you hear a familiar engine approaching.

Not wanting to have the night blown by your parents scrutinizing your date, you say goodbye and head outside.

You watch as Billy's Blue Camaro comes to a stop in your driveway.

The driver's side door opens and out steps Billy and you forget how to breathe. He is shirtless with leather pants and an earring in one ear.

The only thing that shouts this is a costume, not my normal wear is the bandana with the symbol for Cobra Kai on it.

“Hey y/n you look good and that whip could come into play for you tonight`` Bille says as he slides back into the Camaro.

With your brain finally sending signals to your feet and body to move you get into the passenger side.

Once buckled up you try your best not to keep glancing down at the bulge in his leather pants.

With a sly smile, Billy starts his car, cranks up the music and the two of you head to Tina’s for the party.

Party time

As you approach the house you start getting nervous. Parties weren't really your thing and you still didn't know a lot of people but you kept your cool.

You suddenly feel Billy's hand on yours and he says softly “don’t worry I will be right by your side the entire time”.

Your heart skips a couple of beats at Billy's intuition and ability to read you.

When the car finally stops Billy jumps out and waits for you to follow suit.

You slowly get out of the car realizing more and more this wasn't going to be the night you had in mind.

With a heavy sigh you put on a fake smile and the two of you head around the back where the noise was.

The smell of alcohol hit you like a right hook. You look at Billy who is already watching Steve with blue fire dancing in his eyes doing a stupid keg stand contest.

You were about to mention you don't drink when someone shouts “the King of Hawkins High has beaten his old record of 1min and now stands at 1min10sec. Can anyone defeat him”?

A low guttural growl came from Billy's chest and you could feel the wetness build-up.

Before you could get your bearings back, Billy was already grabbing your arm and pulling you over to where the kegs were.

You normally wouldn't appreciate being manhandled but Billy's touch just turns you to pudding and you just allow it.

“I will beat the king,” Billy growled, the blue flame burning hotter in his eyes.

Steve laughs and moves out of Billy's way. Billy stood in front of the keg, flashed a demonic smile at you, and went into a handstand with the tap in his mouth and a guy holding each leg.

You watch holding your breath as the seconds tick by and then it's a minute and you gasp. “He might just do this,” someone whispered next to you.

Billy taps the side of the keg indicating to the holders to let go and when they do he kicks his legs back and releases the tap from his mouth, spitting a wave of beer into the air as the timekeeper calls “1min20sec, Billy is our new keg master”.

Steve glared at Billy and taking Nancy by the hand headed into the house to dance but mostly to calm down. “Next time Hargrove” Steve growled as he walked past Billy who just smirked and made his way back over to you.

When Billy gets to you he wraps his arms around you and laughs. “Knew you would be my lucky charm y/n” Billy says, still reeking of beer. You just smile and nod.

Suddenly without warning he's right in front of you, looking you straight in the eyes.

Moaning softly you hear that low growl again from Billy's chest which makes your body react and in turn makes Billy react and he pushes his hard cock against you.

Closing your eyes you whisper to yourself “This is it” but suddenly his hard cock wasn't where it was and you hear him whooping with the others about his win.

Sitting up you are ready to go off on him when you see him locking lips with Carol.

Standing up, tears fill your eyes and you silently maneuver your way in the busy house and seek out the bathroom.

Once you finally find it you go in, lock the door, and realize you weren't special, just an easy invite.

The knocking on the door jolts you back to reality. “Hey, y/n are you alright?” Barb asked through the closed door.

You slowly open the door not caring how weak you look because Barb is one of the few people who knew the truth about you and say with a shaky voice “he never wanted me, can you take me home Barb”.

Giving you a big hug Barb tells the others what happened. Steve replies mockingly, “that's just like guys like him, all brawn no heart”. Barb glares at him and takes you gently by your hand, you and her head to her car.

The drive home was quiet and solemn. When Barb pulls into your driveway you thank her for the ride and run inside.

You know that Billy winning the contest will be the talk of the school tomorrow, meaning you would have to hear about it over and over but at that moment all you wanted was not to feel the pain that existed in your chest.

#stranger things #max mayfield #fanfic #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #coming out #lgbtpeople #lgbtqia #billy x male reader

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Y/N: *Picks up a picture frame* “So... this is your uncle Billy?”

Jason: “Yeah. It is. My aunt Max says I look exactly like him.

Y/N: “She’s right. You do look like him.”

Jason: “But I’m more handsome, right?”

Y/N: *Smiles and kisses him* “You sure are, Stud.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #power rangers #mighty morphin power rangers #power rangers 2017 #dacre montgomery #Dacre Montgomery x male reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #max mayfield #sadie sink #jason scott

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onyxisnotuniqueenough · 1 year

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stranger things fic recommendations!

Wattpad, Ao3 and Tumblr

Most of these are Original Fem Characters actually, except for the Tumblr ones.

Haven't really found any cool Male or Non-Binary Original Characters ones that aren't one-shots or just headcanons, and actually, it would be really cool to get some recs for those!!

I am an NB in crisis!!

(btw I mentioned this before, but I like a little realism when it comes to representation, so I'm not talking about ones where every single character uses the right they/them pronouns after meeting the oc or the reader once, 80s small town charm usually means ignorance or discrimination when it comes to this)

WATTPAD :

When He Sees Me, Steve Harrington - austrxlians

Steve Harrington x Fem Original Character - S3/S4 - Ongoing

I'm not the usually the biggest fan of this type of main character personality-wise because I can't really... relate, I guess? when reading fanfics, but this is really well-written and enjoyable :)

LITTLE DARK AGE - natureskiss

Steve Harrington x Fem Original Character - S2/S3 - Ongoing

Multiple cool OCs, good portrayal (in my opinion) of canon dynamics and ofc I really like S2 fics so...

THE TOWER - ROGUEANDOR

Eddie Munson x Latine Fem Original Character - S3/? - Ongoing

Just started reading this cause it's been recommended to me, I'm on chapter 6, but it's really cool so far! Excited for the witchy stuff to come in :)

Not much of an Eddie stan but he's a likeable character that I enjoy reading when he's portrayed right

AO3 :

Nancy's Sister - phoenixoffire

Eddie Munson x Original Fem Character - S2/? - Ongoing (?) author hasn't updated in a while

This is base on To All The Boys I've Loved Before, so technically there's also Steve x the same Original Fem Character and we don't know who's endgame....but I chose my team. I usually prefer Steve over Eddie but author has written Eddie so WELL that I hear his voice

Also when I read it there's a totally normal not-sad scene that i teared up at for some reason?? I have no idea why????? Author didnt do anything wrong I think I just short-circuited but if you read this because I recommended it....and you tear up too at the same moment...

The Season of The Witch - lobstronamous

Steve Harrington x Fem Original Character - Platonic Jonathan x Fem Original Character - S1/? - Ongoing (?) author hasn't uploaded in a while

As you can tell by the title, it's witchaayy

I've read until chapter 7 (out of 9 currently), it's really interesting so far :) i feel like it's rare to see Jonathan as a friend in fanfiction, he's a very underrated character

Radio Static, Eddie Munson - Emilylily23

Eddie Munson x Fem Original Character - S4 - Completed

Strangers to Lovers! This was not my thing personally but I enjoyed it, cute and well-written - my friend who's obsessed with Eddie said she loved it :)

Strange Places - Pen_Powell

BEAR WITH ME HERE OKAY !!! - Billy Hargrove x Fem Original Character - Completed

Dacre Montgomery is really beautiful, and this fic's portrayal of Billy is not the canon one. I am in no way a Billy apologist!!!

Read this a while ago and really loved it, actually planning to reread it soon

Victorian House, out of style clothes and cool extra Hawkins building

TUMBLR

And lastly, Tumblr! I don't read any long fanfictions on here but LOTS of one-shots and little scenes, even short series! Here are the ones I enjoyed like 2 days ago

Promises - @we-out-here-simping

strarstruck - @pariahsparadise

afterglow - @sparklingsin

jawline kisses - @lucasnclair

Homecoming - @whiskeybeforesunset

Pretty sure they're all Steve...

Give me your thoughts if you end up checking any of these out! :)

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic recommendations #reading recommendations #stranger things recs #stranger things fic recs #steddie #sorry it's for visibility :( the person who asked me to make this post probably found it on there #so i wanna make sure they see it

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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years

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No but Billy blowing his cigarette smoke into your mouth while kissing 🥵

Also, if you’re chewing gum he would absolutely make out with you and steal the gum right out of your mouth and start smacking it with that cheeky grin of his

Or OR both at the same time 😭

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crazyfreckledginger · 4 years

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Billy Hargrove x Reader - “What We Have”

After the casul drinking party on the empty parking lot beside school ended, Billy insisted he take you home, although, not yet, he wants to spend a little more alone time with you.

Requested by @softboi-vibes Omg I wanna request that u carry on with the billy imagine and billy comes up to (Male readers or gender neutral readers bedroom and it leads to billy doing what he has been wanting to do for ages, maybe a rough blowjob or just rough sex idk JUST MAKE IT NSFW PLZ ❤️❤️❤️❤️)

A/N: I hope you still want this after the ridiculously long wait, I’m so sorry about that! T-T I hope you like it and that I did a good job!! [Genderneutral, it’s in second person]

Warning: smut, oral, blowjob, swearing (?)

After school closed, there was a pretty lively party in the empty parking lot. Having been friends since you arrived halfway through the second semester, and being this close to Billy could only be described as eventful. Something was always happening: either exciting or tiring, with no in-between.

What was always unexpected around Billy, however, was how he acted toward you. The hazelnut-haired man was strangely nice and less of an ass?

But you both felt comfortable together so it eased these thoughts a bit.

"I should go, my battery is running out." it was only Billy, you and someone else you didn't remember this late in the night.

"Okay." you nodded.

Billy took a drag from his cigarette, nodding at his friend and gesturing to him as a goodbye.

Awkwardly, you scratched your forearm, watching as the man you barely interacted with walked out of the parking lot and disappeared into the darkness.

"I'll take you home." Billy flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and stuffed it into the ground with his boot.

"Are you sure?" you inquired.

"Mmh," he nodded to the car door as he opened his and slipped inside.

Without another word, you sat in the passenger seat.

Both of you were comfortable in the vehicle but Billy didn't start the engine. Watching in your peripheral vision, you distinguished his figure. His hands were gripping the steering wheel, like he was frozen.

"Are you okay?" your eyes finally locked with his.

Billy wore an unreadable expression, which was very unnerving.

"W-What?" your nervous tone of voice did not go unnoticed by the most popular guy in school.

"You always seem on edge with me." his beautiful eyes narrowed suspiciously, but it only seemed like he was shooting daggers at you.

"I-I don't-"

"We're friends aren't we? So why are you scared of me?"

"Y-yeah, I guess." you cleared your throat with a low tone, your eyes diverting to your window. He remained silent for a moment.

Then why are you so confusing ?

He did intimidate you a little bit, but it was how strange and different he could act depending on the person.

"Why are you so nice to me?" it was not the perfect time to ask, but when would it ever be?

"Hmm?" he raised an eyebrow at you, sitting back down into his seat.

"You're… not the nicest person to other people, but you're really sweet to me, why?" you didn't miss his gulping as you uttered the word 'sweet'.

"It's just how I am." he responded.

"Why with me?" you ignored his excuse.

"Because…" he trailed off, suddenly feeling a little shy, he laid back further into his seat, biting his lip as his eyes trailed up and down your figure.

Wanting to know his answer, you acted like you didn't see what he just did.

"You're… different."

He didn't miss the eyebrow raise you sent his way.

"Let me show you." he placed his hand on your thigh, a smirk on his lips as he leaned in close. Swiftly, he captured your lips into his before you could process what was happening. His free hand went to cup your jaw, guiding you and giving himself full control over the kiss.

The small moan you released into his mouth made him more bold, and soon enough, he was practically hovering over you.

Pushing the seat back, he unbuckled your seat belt after his. You grew more confident as well as the makeout session progressed. Leaning his seat back, you straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks as his calloused hands wandered up and down your sides before they grasped your sides.

His cheeks were very flushed when you pulled away from his lips to latch your own to his neck.

He grunted under his breath. Your hands moved to his jeans, locking your gaze with his as you undid his belt, button and pulled his zipper.

Kitten licking down his Adam's apple and to his collarbone, your ass accidentally pressed against the horn, making a loud noise.

It made both of you jump out of your skin and your head hit the roof gently but still a little bit painfully.

"Are you okay?" he blurted out without thinking.

His hand reached out to pat your head but he quickly retracted it because of how vulnerable he felt.

For his sake, you ignored it but you would be lying if you thought it didn't make your heart flutter.

You grinded against his crotch as you kissed him again. Immediately, he moaned in surprised, his lust-filled look returning.

"Fuck there isn't enough space." he opened the door wide and pulled you outside with him.

Your (E/C) eyes scanned the empty parking lot. Not one person in sight. Your hand cupped his trousers and he gave you a sensual look as he chewed on his lower lip.

Quickly getting on your knees, your fingers pulled his jeans to his ankles, before lowering his black underwear down just enough to release his length. It was extremely hard and sensitive by the way he was subtly squirming.. You gave the tip a quick peck.

Billy grunted in need. Agonisingly slowly, your lips enveloped his tip and sucked slowly.

"Oooh, fuck." he groaned, leaning against his car, his head falling back.

Progressively, you took more and more of him into your mouth until his tip teased the back of your throat. You appreciated the little time he left you to adjust to his size and no longer than that, you started bobbing your head.

Your hands found their way against his thighs as he released a stream of curse words.

He had been waiting for this for a long while and now he was going to savour it as much as possible. After maintaining a steady, decently fast pace, one of his hands slithered into your hair, half-dictating the pace you should take and how deep you take him.

"Fuck you're so good at this." a strained moan escaped him.

Your tongue rubbed on the bottom side of his dick, increasing pressure on it and only faltering on how fast you were sucking him off.

You didn't hear the tiny whimper from him as his breath caught in his throat.

His thighs tensed more under your touch.

Your eyes glanced at him momentarily, liking how his head was loosely hanging, mouth agape and eyes shut closed. He was breathing heavily.

Billy was getting closer and closer to his release.

One of your hands went to fondle his balls, which prompted the loudest moan yet out of him.

He watched down on you as you thoroughly fucked your throat on his cock, it was quite an attractive sight to watch, and even better one to feel.

His hand gripped the top of the car door that was connected to the roof so tightly he was certain his knuckles were white.

His cheeks burned intensely as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Billy couldn’t take it anymore and, as his hand slid along the open door, his knees buckled under him and he sat down on the seat; Unable to handle the pleasure you were giving him as your tongue circled around his base and his tip teased the back of your throat.

A strained grunt barely escaped him as he twitched inside of your mouth.

Your (E/C) eyes met his, and he was extremely close. The look you gave him could have single handedly brought him over the edge if your gag reflex didn’t make you clench around him, tearing his attention away from your intense gaze.

He felt incredibly exposed, but as you fondled his balls one last time, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he cursed loudly, cumming deep down your throat.

His muscles spasmed and you decided to pull out as soon as he melted in the seat. You wiped your now clean lips and stood up planning to head back to your seat but Billy had other plans, grasping your wrist and pulling you back to him.

Understanding his gesture, you straddled his lap, after he tucked himself back in.

His hand slowly caressed your cheek, gazing into your eyes. You could tell by the look on his face that he’d never felt this way after sex before -- or it was extremely rare.

“D-do you want to stay out for a bit?” he murmured, caressing your hips as he inched closer to your lips.

“Sure,” you murmured with a shy smile.

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