#i love billy hargrove

[hearts4court]

Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.

A/N: MMMM MY MAN. i had so much fun writing this and i’m totally not super late on kinktober🙊

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.

⚠️Smut under the cut!!⚠️

Billy LOVES your thighs. He’s always grabbing them while he drives, while he fucks you, while you two are in class together, and also when y’all are just hanging out.

His hands are always on your thighs. Billy also loves how big they are, he gets upset when you talk bad about your weight or how big you are.

The bigger, the better. 🤷🏻‍♀️

~~~~~~~

“fuck— Billy!” you cried as he overlapped at your pussy. His hands gripping onto your thighs covered in handprints, bruises, scratches, and hickeys from Billy.

He growled against your pussy as he looked up at you, your hand gripping onto his dirty blonde curls and your moans filling up the room like water had Billy practically drooling.

“You’re gorgeous, princess. Absolutely stunning, every inch of you.” he said, biting onto your thighs, his arms slipped under your thighs to hold you down from squirming didn’t do much.

“hold still, baby.” he said as you panted.

“Say it. Say you’re perfect, or i won’t let you cum.” he said in a demanding tone.

“M’perfect!” you cried as you fought to control your release. “Good girl.” he said as he overlapped at your pussy again, smirking to himself when your juices leaked out of you and all over him.

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[fanatics4l]

the way billy had honest to god zero romantic interactions with women (and no, k*ren doesn't count because she's a grown ass woman flirting with a child. billy was just playing along because he has trauma and it's the 80s where nobody understands the severity of the situation).

the only time we really see him with a girl is when she gets in his car and even then he seems very disinterested. at the halloween party, he was only drinking and dancing by himself, not paying attention to the girls. for all max and the others say about billy being a womanizer, he clearly isn't. he's sexually confident, yes, but he does it for himself if the way he looks at himself in the mirror and struts around is anything to go by. billy's only valid romantic/flirty interactions are with steve, such as the shower scene and basketball scene where he shows clear interest in the other boy. billy being into girls is just assumed by everyone else. him calling high school girls "cows" literally screams misogyny because he cant express his real romantic feelings. also not to mention the fact that his dad calls him the f slur which is so random and clearly targeted.

but the fandom would rather view billy as homophobic than gay because he's not a soft boy. they'd rather view steve as gay which is obviously fine but it's clear that billy is much more strongly queer-coded. if billy was softer, "cuter", less destructively reactive and responsive to his trauma, and kinder, y'all would've jumped on the "billy is gay" train so quick. stop treating gay people like build-a-bears. we're all people, we all make mistakes. our sexuality literally does NOT matter in this aspect. you can be gay and the most evil person on the earth. it doesn't mean anything.

[reneetje]

I believe in Billy's redemption arc. And I watch every other movie with Dacre Montgomery in it and fantasize a world in which Billy Hargrove didn't die in Starcourt Mall. He survived and he got better, he became a better person.

Dacre is Billy after redemption. You can't pop this little bubble fantasy in my head.

[snakedeactive]

i realize and understand that susan has most likely been walked over by countless men similar to neil and is desensitized to abuse in the sense that her thought process is “he only hits me because he loves me”. however, her blatant ignorance of neil beating up his son is horrible. she didn’t even do anything until neil was abusing max in a regular enough pattern to the point where it was as severe as it was with neil hurting billy. susan is not a good character. billy never even liked susan.. at least in the books. and you can definitely see why.

i see a lot of fics (usually post-starcourt survival au) where billy gets a close enough relationship to susan where he addresses her as “mom”. that’s fine to imagine, but it makes no sense imo. as horrible as billys mother was, he did love her, and i don’t see why he would want that title to be replaced by some random woman — even if billy came to terms with how his biological mother abandoned him. susan came into his life and directly replaced her role. susan is uptight and fussy and doesn’t have any spine and just allows his father to beat him right in front of her.. why would he like her at all? it’s fine to imagine, but i don’t see it working out. the best i can see is them having a healthy enough relationship for billy to not borderline hate her.

it’s not the same as when billy addresses max as his sister

just my opinion

[pervcola]

i briefly mentioned i like mungrove in this server and this person started bashing me saying it's so gross for like 5 minutes straight and i wanted to literally CRY.

[mrsblackruby]

Holding people accountable for liking a fictional character this is y’all fight??? This is the hill you’re gonna die on???

Just hold people accountable for not listening to BIPOC that’s two completely different things. And one doesn’t end up hurting other marginalized fans in the process. If you actually care about marginalized individuals?

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

“I'm the better bitch than all these other bitches; So fuck the other bitches, 'cause I'm the best bitch.”

Modern au Billy Hargrove sends this to Steve Harrington, probably.

[clarytee]

I‘m sorry bit it‘s giving me such pastel! Billy vibes.

„Yeah, I‘m wearing nothing but a giant fucking tulle hat and bag, what about it?!“

[poltoreveur]

I could fix him but I kinda like him a little murderous and psychotic tho

[docockbrainrot]

i love villains. redeemable or irredeemable. don't care. putting them in my mouth.

[hearts4court]

You said you wanted Billy requests. I am a sucker for like Billy x reader but like Eddie having a crush on the reader. Maybe Eddie and reader were friends first but then she and Billy get together.

IMPLIED SMUT AHEAD, PLEASE SCROLL IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!

⚠️MINORS DNI!⚠️

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X fem!reader, slight Eddie Munson X afab!reader.

A/N: hope this is what u were wanting:)

“It’s just- what if i said something that upset him? or did something?” you whine, turning quickly on your heel to look at Billy who was sitting on your bed, smoking a cigarette.

“Eddies being a little bitch, if you ask me.” Billy said, blowing the smoke out his mouth and putting his cigarette out, and standing up.

You groaned, and started to pace back and forth.”Hey, hey, hey.”Billy said, grabbing your arm and bringing you closer to him.

“Relax, princess. I’ll talk to him.” Billy reassured, making you sigh. “Thank you, Billy. he just— won’t talk to me. He’s my best friend, you know?” you say, making him nod.

“Got it, babe. Now c’mere.” He says, pulling you closer and kissing you, wrapping his arms around your waist, small giggles leaving your lips had him growling lowly.

He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. “He’s just jealous.” Billy said against your lips.

“Jealous?” you whisper, with slight confusion in your tone.

“Yeah. Jealous that he can’t have you to himself anymore.” he groaned as he kissed your neck, making you giggle and let out soft breathy moans.

~~~~~~

Billy waited. He waited till Eddie’s last class for him to go out in the parking lot to leave. “Yo, Munson.” Billy said, making Eddie tense up and turn around, “What, Hargrove?” he said.

“Lose the attitude asshole.” Billy said before sighing. “Why aren’t you talking to, Y/N?” He asked.

“Because she’d rather be with her toxic ass boyfriend then her best friend.” Eddie scoffed. Billy hit his cigarette before licking his lips and chuckling.

“First of all, i love Y/N. I’d never be toxic to her in anyway. I’d never hurt her. Second, you’re her friend, she always wants to hangout with you but YOU have been blowing her off.” Billy said in a threatening tone, stepping closer to Eddie.

“Well, what do you expect? You take my crush away from me, and expect me to just watch her hang out with her boyfriend and leave me behind?” Eddie said.

“Crush?” you say, making both of the boys snap their necks toward you.

“Y/N-“ Eddie started to say. “No. you’re not talking to me because you’re jealous! You’re upset because i wanna spend time with my boyfriend and not always wanna be with you!” you say as tears swell in your eyes.

“Y/N, i’m sorry—“ Eddie protested, as he stepped closer, Billy however, placed his hand on Eddie’s chest, pushing him back.

“Back up, Munson.” He said. Eddie pushed Billy off him. “don’t touch me, Hargrove.” he said, making Billy roll his eyes.

“Grow the fuck up, Eddie!” you say as tears roll down your face and Billy pulls you into a hug. “Shh, shh..”he says, holding onto your head. “Asshole.” he said to Eddie.

Billy walked you to his car, putting your bag in the back of his car before letting you get in. The whole car ride back to your house was quiet, Billy’s hand on yours trying to soothe you as you calmed down from the parking lot situation.

“i can’t believe him.” you suddenly say, making Billy frown. “i know, baby. I didn’t even expect him to say that.” he responds.

“Hey, look at me.” he says as he looks at you, you turn your head and he wipes your face. “You’re to pretty to cry over him.” he said, causing you smile.

“if it makes you feel better, i think the way you responded to him was pretty hot.” he says, lifting your hand up and kissing your knuckle with a soft smile.

“Fuck off, Billy.” you say with a soft giggle. His smile got wider as he opened your door for you, taking your hand and pulling you out his car, closing the door and pushing you against it.

“Stop thinking about him. Lemme take care of you.” he says. You smile at him, pulling him into a kiss, he picks you up bridal style receiving a slight scream out of you.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[daddiesdrarryy]

"Hear me out he didn't do anything wrong" No! Stop erasing my man's flaws. He did everything wrong and that's why I love him, for all the bad and the worst parts of him

[bigdumbbambieyes]

“What the fuck is this?”

Steve glances back over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, spotting Billy halfway into the bed with the blanket pulled back, revealed his very old and very matted childhood stuffed Garfield plushie.

He feels his face heat in embarrassment, but he shuts his drawer in favour of going over to the bed and swiping Garfield up from the bed and into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he tells Billy with a small pout, “It’s my Garf.”

“Your Garf?” Billy lifts both of his brows, his eyes shining with mirth and his lips are twitching to hold back a smile.

Or worse, maybe a laugh.

Which makes Steve feel worse because goddammit, he forgot to hide Garfield away in his closet before Billy came over. He was usually better about it, but the new shiner under Billy’s eye had distracted him the entire drive here.

This thing between them was still new, still kinda fragile, because Billy’s just started sleeping over instead of rushing to put his pants back on after they fuck and running away like a bat out of hell.

And now Billy’s gone and seen Garf and Steve kinda wants to die.

“You sleep with a stuffed Garfield, pretty boy?” Billy taunts him quietly, that amusement still in his face.

He has since he was a kid, when he picked him off the shelf in a store he can’t remember during one of the dozens of vacations they’ve taken and showed it to his mother, who had nodded in approval.

He’s slept with Garf every night since he was six, when his parents were gone and his babysitter was in the guest room. Or when his parents would leave him alone, in this big house, for a weekend or more.

Or even when his parents were home and he still felt alone.

He finds himself rubbing Garfield’s ear, soothing himself as he stares at Billy and nods quietly.

And Billy probably sees his embarrassment now, in his big brown eyes, because the teasing look is gone and Billy’s kneeling on the bed now, shuffling over to the other side where Steve’s standing, and looking down at the weathered Garfield in his arms.

Billy flicks his gaze up again, meeting Steve’s eyes, and mutters, “I have my baby blanket under my pillow at home. It’s fucking scraps now, but I still have it.”

When I need it, goes unsaid, but it makes Steve smile a little.

“Can I see him?” Billy asks softly, probably the softest Steve’s ever heard him.

It’s enough to make him pass Garfield over to Billy, who looks him over quietly. Petting his ears and face, thumbing over his eyes and smile.

“I know it’s stupid,” Steve mumbles.

Billy smirks softly, probably thinking ‘yeah, it is’, but he doesn’t say it, instead he hands Garfield back and mumbles, “Whatever gives you comfort.”

Steve nods and watches Billy slip under the covers, making him comfortable, and he turns to put Garfield away in his spot in the closet when Billy asks, “He’s not sleeping with us?”

It makes Steve pause, caught a little off guard at the question, but he turns on his heel and sees Billy laying there against the pillows, his hands behind his head and quirking a brow.

Steve licks his lips, a nervous habit, and shrugs. He asks, “Is that okay?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t.”

Steve smiles, a small thing on his face, but Billy mirrors it and reaches over to pull back the blanket on Steve’s side of the bed.

-

In the morning, Steve wakes up to the sight of Billy holding a stolen Garfield to his chest, sound asleep.

The sight fills his chest with something warm, something affectionate, something hopeful.

[snakedeactive]

i would like to imagine that billy will just word-vomit a string of california slang and no one will get what he means

like because he is a surfer he’ll be out here in indiana calling people “kooks” and no one else will realize it’s surf california slang and they’ll think he’s insane

[thissortofsorcery]

This is the absolutely stunning piece that @decadentworld made for my fic Barbarian Youth for the @bigbangharringrove! This is inspired by a scene from chapter 2.

They managed to capture my vision for the scene brilliantly, and I'm going to be overjoyed for the rest of my life to have such a wonderful piece to accompany my fic. I can't stop looking at it!!

Please go give @decadentworld some love! Thank you for partnering with me for this project bb 💖

[weird-an]

The door bell rings. It's the new gardener, Steve's mom informed him a week ago and fucked off to New York. Like she'd be around to watch the roses bloom this year.

This has to be a joke, Steve thinks numbly, when he opens the door.

"Hey, Harrington." Billy Hargrove grins at him, a toothpick between his lips. He's wearing a black overall - and nothing underneath.

Steve stares at the tanned skin and wonders if saving the town from monsters and a whole ass apocalypse isn't enough and he's being punished instead.

"Hey!" Billy snaps his fingers. "I'm talkin' to you, pretty boy."

"Oh." Steve blinks. He knows his attention span is fucked, but Jesus. To be honest, Billy is in good shape. Steve can almost see him lifting weights and wiping the sweat off his face -

"For the third time. Where are your mother's fucking roses, Steve?"

Steve absently points behind himself. "In the garden."

"No shit." Billy laughs. "Show me, then."

Steve does show him. Billy makes a face.

He mutters something that vaguely sounds like "what a dump", but Steve is too busy to stare at his ass when he's kneeling in front of the first flower bed.

Billy actually works. His golden hair up in a bun, chewing on the toothpick. His chest is shining from sweat and Steve watches his biceps curl. His left nipple is peeking out of the overall. Fuck.

Billy also yells. At the plants. Calls his mother's favourite hibiscus a stupid motherfucker and flips off the oak tree.

Steve is watching him, torn between annoyance and the tightness of his jeans. Billy's hands are dirty from the earth and he's panting when he digs through a flower bed no one has cared for in an eternity.

"Does your bush need trimming, too?" Billy asks, raising a brow and waving the clipper at him. There's a leaf stuck in his tousled bun.

Steve's face glows and it's not because of the heat.

"Uh..Do you want... some water?" Steve asks mechanically. That's something he should have asked two hours ago. Instead he was busy... staring.

"Yeah, thanks, pretty boy." Billy grins, teeth shining bright. He's got dimples and his face is sprinkled with freckles. Shit, shit, shit.

Steve watches Billy down a glass of water, Adam's apple bobbing. He's so fucked. He hides in the kitchen until Billy comes in to wash his hands.

"Done for the day. Can be 'round tomorrow. This shit show of a garden will take some time to get finished."

Steve imagines his mother hearing her garden called a shit show and literally clutching her pearls.

"Alright." He doesn't try to sound too eager.

When Billy is gone, he inspects the garden. He can't believe that Billy fucking Hargrove is his gardener. That he's actually doing his job.

The roses look okay. So does the rest of the garden. From what Steve can tell. The bush next to the pool... is shaped like a dick. Great.

Steve gets himself a beer. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He's half hard in his jeans. He hates himself, because he's about to jerk off to Billy Hargrove.

There's a note on the table. It's a phone number.

"You're so fucking obvious," Steve reads. "Luckily you're hot."

Well. It's a win, Steve guesses.