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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

part two: i hope i get to see you again

part one | part three

content warnings: mentions of physical emotional and verbal abuse, themes of self-hatred, body dysmorphia, n*il hargrove, touch deprivation, mention of scream 1994, mention of blood.

summary: after an hour or so of talking, billy offers to walk sloane home.

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Sloane’s intense gaze softened into the distance as she smiled, watching as El ran to Mike and they skipped away back to his house, presumably. She changed her position, sitting closer to Billy as a breeze picked up around them; her position allowing her to effectively shield herself from the bright car lights passing by that could potentially blind her the way her beauty had blinded Billy not too long ago.

Was it purposeful, her choice to move closer to him? Or was the fact that he had just moved to Hawkins making him overly paranoid about everything?

He scooted closer to her, thanking himself for sitting down earlier. Maybe because when he was standing up he felt like his legs would give out when he stood next to her. She pulled her own knees up to her chest, a little dimple appearing on either side of her mouth in her cheeks, her smile making his breath stutter slightly.

“So, um…” She looked away from him for a moment, running her fingertips over the inked drawings, specifically the skull that coincidentally matched with the one on Billy’s bicep. “I know this is a super boring question but where are you from?”

“My house,” he quipped, and she pressed her lips together, but her eyes sparkled with a beautiful laughter. He shook his head, taking a breath. “Lenora, California.”

“You’re funny, Billy,” she said with a smile, and he didn’t seem to notice the dazed look in her eyes as she took him in.

His curls that fell perfectly to his shoulders, that knee-weakening smirk, his beautiful blue eyes and God, that leather jacket. He couldn’t hear the gulp rushing down her throat as it ran dry, or her heart beating wildly in her chest, clouding her mind, inebriated from his presence.

“Was it my pathetic attempt at charm? My lack of abs? I’ve seen some boys here with a stomach like a xylophone,” he said, chuckling under his breath. “Do you think I should work out more?”

“Oh shut up, you have abs!” She poked his stomach with her fingers. “You’re gorgeous, stop fishing for compliments.”

Billy usually hated everyone, but there was something different about Sloane. The kind of girl with a genuine attitude, high and carefree spirits, one who didn’t care about what anyone thought of her. And he’s only known her for eleven minutes.

“What if I were begging and not fishing?”

Her fingers grazed his abdomen, a fire igniting in their wake, running down his pecs to his stomach. The light wind danced through her hair. He caught a lock between his fingers, stroking the soft strands with his thumb before slipping it behind her ear. They were so close. So, so close, her fingers mere millimeters away from the waistband of his jeans. From afar, a passer by would think they’re a couple, or even friends with benefits. Not two hopeless individuals with nothing in common that met eleven minutes and sixteen seconds ago.

He licked his lower lip and swallowed. The scent of cheap cologne mixed with mint and a hint of jasmine wafted through the air around them, fusing with the tobacco in his cigarettes. She wondered what he tasted like.

The promise of a kiss hung in the air between them, his eyes drifting from one of hers, down to her lips in a triangle motion, and back up to her other eye, with his half-lidded. She slowly, cautiously leaned into him.

“You’re going to get me in so much trouble, Billy Hargrove,” she whispered, cupping the side of his face with her hand, her eyes twinkling in the midnight sky that began to cry.

“Good thing that’s my middle name then, isn’t it?” He replied, leaning in towards her.

The rain began to fall into his eyes, causing the lights overhead to blur into a kaleidoscope. She smiled, slipping her arms into his jacket to stop them getting rained on.

“Sorry, my hands hurt a lot when they get cold,” she said but before she could pull them back out from inside his jacket, Billy caught her wrists and kept her arms inside.

“That’s nothing to apologize for.”

“Sorry— I mean… Um… I guess I was just taught that I have to apologize for every minor inconvenience,” she said, her eyes downcast and her voice so low he almost didn’t hear her. And it hit him harder than he thought it would.

Not picking up after himself when he was a toddler. Not driving Max to school one day because he was sick. Running away to the beach after an argument. Not closing the door. Closing the door too hard. Having one sock on the floor. Breathing wrong. Blinking weirdly, which is why he constantly had to think about how he blinked and how he even smiled. Smiling was a problem. Everything he did was wrong.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed, standing to his feet, his breath hitching in his throat as her freezing cold fingers subconsciously caught his belt and the waistband of his jeans to keep her hands inside his jacket. “Trying to get in my pants already, hmm?” He said with a smirk.

“I’m so—” She began, but he pressed a finger to her soft lips, igniting a flame in his stomach.

“No apologizing, pretty girl. Unless you’ve done something wrong you never need to say sorry, okay?” He held his hand out for her to take.

She took his hand and stood to her feet with his help, nodding, holding his hand for long enough for him to notice a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her hands slid back inside his jacket and she tightened her grip around his waist, finding immediate comfort in the small gesture. Something about him felt so… familiar.

“I’ll stop hugging you if it’s weird.”

“I…” He didn’t really know what to say. His mother only ever hugged him on his birthday and he never knew what a hug was like from Neil, Susan or Max. And quite frankly, he didn’t want to know either. “It’s not weird. Please hug me.”

“Okay!” She tightened her grip on his waist without any other questions and buried her face into his chest, her soft lips brushing against his skin, his heart thrumming wildly against his ribcage. Surely she could feel it.

Inside the sea of angel tears falling from the night sky stood the beautiful girl before him, with her arms coiled tightly around his waist beneath his jacket; her skin glowing against the harsh contrast of the rain falling in front of her and onto her soft hair, her image slightly blurred as tears fell into his own eyes. The kaleidoscope of lights above spurred on a gleam in her glassy eyes; the gleams morphing from simple ovals to perfectly shaped hearts for a split second as her smile returned to her delicate features.

They stood like this for a while, basking in each others’ presence, thinking ‘how did I meet somebody so perfect?’ As Sloane pulled away slightly, he felt a pang shoot through his chest

The silence in the night was infinite as Billy took his time tracing the lines of Sloane’s tattoos with the pad of his index fingertip, spending extra time on the rose. And he stopped once her arms left their place around his waist and instead they moved themselves up to his shoulders and around his neck.

His hands found her waist and he pulled her closer to him, his breath stuttering slightly as he leaned in and pressed a short but drawn out kiss to her blushed right cheek. One that she would remember forever.

“I’ll hug you forever if you want me to,” she said so quietly he almost didn’t hear her, and his heart smiled at the statement; fireworks going off inside his head each time her skin made contact with his; the soft, delicate gestures searing through his skin and burning at how gentle they were.

He was quick to conceal the tears that had almost fallen from his eyes, thanking whoever was out there for making it rain. He moved Sloane’s soaking wet hair away from her face and let her slip her arms back into his jacket. This time he made sure to let her hands slip into the junction where the sleeve would meet the vest part of the jacket.

“What are you doing?” She asked, dragging it over his shoulders and down his arms, his shirt sleeves being pushed up to his elbows so her fingertips travelled down his bare skin as she took his jacket off him, goosebumps prickling on his arms. It must be from the cold rain.

“Take it,” he said softly. “You need her more than I do.”

“Are you sure? We barely know each other, Billy.”

Billy smiled. “I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we see each other, sweets…”

He didn’t remember when it happened, but they’d started walking down the street, hand in hand, with Sloane swinging their arms back and forth. He inhaled sharply, trying to protect his heart from the blasts that had been firing against it, this angel next to him slowly killing him at a torturous pace he started to think she was the devil in disguise.

Nobody is ever fully who they say they are. Some people’s disguises are simply better than others. He just hoped Sloane was genuine.

Not that it mattered anyway, the furthest she’d want to go is obviously a “friendship only” basis with him. And it hurt him harder than a full forced kick to the balls would.

She thought he was pathetic. She didn’t want him. Always the last one picked and even when picked it was always for the wrong reasons. She didn’t like him. Didn’t care about him. And never will—

“Isn’t this normally how horror movies go?” She snickered, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He coughed, trying to gain his composure again.

“A young man comes and sweet talks a vulnerable girl before brutally murdering her in the night,” she giggled, looking down at her shoes as she walked, before a sly grin stretched across her face. “Are you the real life Billy Loomis?”

“Now what kind of killer would I be if I were to give my identity to everyone right off the bat, hmm?” He asked, slinging his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, an act that woke up the butterflies in her lower abdomen. “You just think I’d look hot covered in blood.”

“You’re hot anyway,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. “Like, um… Yeah, obviously, and Halloween’s just around the corner so… Um…”

She’d trailed off her sentence, kicking at the small pebbles on the sidewalk, watching them bounce away. Sloane checked her watch; the time reading 11:57pm. Shit. They both had school tomorrow.

Billy would be awake until the morning after the medication Susan put him on gave him terrible insomnia. If he left later the voice in his head would keep telling him to share secrets with this girl and would tell him to kiss her. And as much as he’d love that, he’d have to deal with Neil by himself because Susan would already be asleep if he got home any later.

The latter didn't appeal to him very much. But it wasn’t like Susan helped the situation to begin with.

Sloane had turned around to wrap her arms around his waist again, and Billy hadn’t noticed how much he’d missed the feeling until she did it again. She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, the feeling of her lips on his skin lingering.

They stood opposite each other, grinning for a moment before turning to open the front door. “Bye, handsome.”

“Bye, gorgeous.”

He thought about asking where she attends school, but before he could, she’d closed the door, leaving him on his own again.

He hoped he would see her there in the morning.

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myobmaya · 2 years

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Kiss It Better

Billy Hargrove x Reader

TW: 18+ only. Cursing, couple arguing, straight plot to porn, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, choking, spitting, P in V sex, use of daddy

You and Billy are fighting. He’s a jealous prick and you’re a brat. Theoretically you guys could talk it out like a normal couple and call it a night. But that’d be too easy and Billy Hargrove is anything less of it.

To my mf soulmate @sunflowerharrington you know how much I adore you and our conversations. However you know what this is for. This is payback brat🐝❤️

thank you @sunshinemunchkin for prereading for me! you’re a doll💕

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He knows you’re mad.

The way you don’t say a word in the car speaks volumes. You refuse to look at him instead opting to watch the trees disappear the further he drives down the road. He reaches over and holds your hand. You snatch it away and cross your arms.

Yeah, you’re definitely pissed.

He didn’t mean to make you so upset. It’s not his fault Tommy L made his move on you and he happened to overhear it. It also doesn’t help with Tommy L has a really punchable face. The party was in full swing when the fight broke out and he figures it’s more than pumped up after his victory win after knocking Tommy out. Still, despite his win he knows he lost when he pulls up to the house and you still don’t say a word to him. You don’t wait for him to open your door like he’s grown accustom too. You make sure to hop out as soon as the car is in park and slam the car door with a loud bang. Billy follows hot on your heels right behind you telling you not to slam the door.

It’s only when you make it through the threshold of the house that you acknowledge Billy. Despite his annoyance at you for abusing the car door he feels relief when you turn and look at him. He gives you a small smile waiting for you to tell him why you’re so upset.

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

The smile falls and he throws his hands up in the air. You don’t wait for him to ask why and make your way to the room to change. Knowing it’s no use in arguing with you tonight Billy shrugs off his jacket tossing it on the kitchen counter. He takes out a cigarette from his pocket and makes himself comfortable sitting on the couch. What a fucking night he thinks taking a drag out of the stick. The few drinks he had earlier in the night has worn off. I need a fucking beer he mumbles to himself.

The bedroom door opens and Billy looks up. You stand by the door wearing one of his shirt that stops right at your bare thighs. Billy takes his bottom lip in between his teeth and wonders if you’re wearing any panties. His eyes travel up your body and he meets your gaze that holds fire behind them. A ghost of a smirk hides on your lips and you roll your eyes at him reading his mind. Billy curses to himself seeing that knowing look. Yup, you’re definitely not wearing panties.

You don’t say a word as you spot the cigarette resting between his fingers. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Annoyance bubbles up. How many times do you have to tell him to stop smoking in the house.

Nothing is said until you reach the refrigerator getting a bottle of water. You’re not even thirsty. You just want an excuse to fuck with him.

“Babe, I know you’re pissed but would you grab me a beer?”

When he doesn’t hear you respond right away he thinks you’re being petty and aggravation begins to settle in. His head leans back and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath in of the cigarette. Be cool, Hargrove.

The refrigerator door slams shut rattling the items inside.

His eyes shoot open and the words are flying out before he can stop them.

“Quit slamming shit!”

You walk up to him with an open beer. His jaw is locked and you hear him audibly sign out his anger. He’s annoyed as much as you are right now. Good.

He allows you to take his cigarette and watches as you take a blow out of it. The way your lips wrap around it wishes he wasn’t in the dog house.

You hold the beer up in front of him. He reaches out to get it. His fingertips touch the bottle and you drop the cigarette inside of it. “Quit smoking in the fucking house, Hargrove.”

If he wasn’t so pissed his jaw would be dropped at your attitude right now. It wasn’t like you to be the childish one when you two fought. Billy was the one to go off the deep end while you were always the one to pull him back in and anchor him. But you were human as well and have your moments. Sometimes Billy needs to be the one to pull you back. He realizes this. He acknowledges this. But he was still a hot head that acted out on his emotions.

You walk away and go into the kitchen putting away the tainted beer bottle. Billy trails after you.

“If you’re expecting me to apologize for punching that prick you’re not going to get one.”

You don’t respond.

Dammit.

You begin washing up the dishes from this morning and Billy stands beside you. As much as he tells himself he doesn’t care if you’re mad he can’t just let you end the night on bad terms.

“What happened to us talking it out, huh? I’m trying here and you’re not giving me anything.” He needs something. Anything from you.

You run water over the soap suds on the coffee cup. “Billy, I only have two words for you and I’m sure you don’t want to hear them right now.”

Billy raises an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Oh, so it’s like that?

You get onto him all the time about not communicating how he feels and turn around and shut him out?

How is that fair?

His annoyance builds as he reaches over and turns the water off.

You simply pick up a dry rag and wrap your hands around it. Billy states you down and you throw is down making your way out of the kitchen.

“Say it then.”

You stop midway down the hallway. A mischievous smile creeps upon your face. You wipe it off ready to set him off. He makes his way over and you wait until he’s right behind you.

“Fuck you,” you shrug turning around. Billy hears you loud and clear and his hand is on your bicep.

He grabs your arms pulling you towards him. “What did you just say?” He’s angry at you but you’re not scared of him. He looks like he could snap at any moment but his grip on you never tightens. You smile sweet at him as if you’re giving him the biggest compliment.

“I said,” you take your arm from his grasp. “Fuck,” you step up to him touching his chest with yours, “you.”

You don’t turn away this time. You keep your head high as he glares down at you. You’re challenging him. He knows this and as much as he wants to bite back he doesn’t. He came to you wanting to talk it out but at the end of the day he was Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove thinks with his dick. And there’s something about the way you look when you have that pissed off look in your eye that makes him twitch in his jeans. Fuck it.

He grabs the back of your head and smashes your lips against his. There’s nothing romantic about it at all. It’s almost bruising with the amount of pressure you both apply but neither of you care. You open your mouth to breath but he takes the opportunity and swipes his tongue in. The perfect mix of cigarettes and Billy leave a moan to come out in return.

His fingers leave your hair and trail down your body igniting the fire in you. You press your hands against his chest and push him away. Both of you breath heavy and you grab his hand taking him to the bedroom. It’s only a few feet away but you both practically run to it.

You make it to the foot of the bed before he’s pushing you down. The bed bounces under you and Billy’s got you by your ankles flipping you onto your back. He hikes the shirt on your body up around your hips. Your naked core meets him and he falls to his knees. If he weren’t so desperate to have you a comment would already be made about how he knew you weren’t wearing them.

He knows you too well.

Billy bites back the remark he wants to say. Not because he’s being the bigger person. He just wants to stop the fight. And he really needs you on tongue.

He leans forward but you grab his hair in your hands stopping him. You prop yourself up on your elbow looking at his beautiful face in between your legs.

“Did I fucking say you could have my pussy?” Your tone is mean but the look in your eye tells him you’re anything but that. You tug on his hair and he lets out a hiss.

Billy feels himself tight in his jeans as he looks down at your core. He could almost feel himself watering wanting to taste you. Billy wasn’t a man that begged. He got what he wanted and never looked back. But as he looked up at you and the beautiful aura that surrounded you he knew he’d do anything to keep you happy.

He licks his lips and his voice drops. “Can I please taste you, Princess?” You cock your head to the side. He thinks he hates being submissive to you but you know he loves it. He groans as you coil his hair around your fingers. “Let me make you feel so fucking good.”

You roll your eyes at his weak attempt. You contemplate making him say more but you’re horny and his tongue always feels good. “Make me come.”

He’s pushed down onto your core and your back arches feeling the vibrations run through you as he groans on your mane. You feel his tongue slide up your slit and circle around your clit. He takes it into his mouth sucking on it. Billy had a way of pissing you off but dear lord could he use his mouth to eat you out.

Your hands leave his hair meeting your breasts. He looks up at you as he releases your clit and slides his tongue down your core. You watch as he releases his mouth from you. Before you even tell him to get back he hooks his thumbs and spreads you open. He gathers saliva from his mouth, keeps eye contact with you and spits on your pussy. Your jaw drops and he’s diving right back in. His tongue flicks inside of you and you hear him slurping you up making his way up to your clit again.

You feel your legs open wider when Billy settles an arm on your thigh. He grinds his clothed length against the bed and moans feeling his own pleasure build. The taste of you on his tongue and the way he moves his hips to find some release has his groaning on your core causing you to arch your back. “So. Fucking. Good.” He sucks harder with every word.

He pulls back again and replaces his tongue with two fingers. Billy watches you as he pumps them in and out of you a few times having you adjust to them. When he sees your breath hitch he curls his fingers. They curl up and when you let out a loud moan and grins to himself finding your sweet spot.

He continues curling them back and forth taking your sweet bud back in his mouth. You feel the pleasure rise and grip his head in your hands again telling him to keep his motions right there. He listens and doesn’t let up until your legs clamp down and you’re crying out his name.

Billy works you through your orgasm and never stops his movements until you pull him up again. He presses a final kiss to your thigh and stands up. You see the straining bulge in his pants and when he works then down his thighs he flips you onto your stomach causing you to squeal out from the fast movement. His hands pull your hips up and he enters you without only a smack on your ass as a warning.

Despite your sensitive core you manage to pull yourself up on your elbows feeling him push your body with every thrusts. Sweat begins to gleam over Billy’s chest and he yanks his shirt off his body leaving him with just his jeans on his thighs. He watches as your hands grip into the sheets. His pace is hard and quick with every movement causing your ass to jiggle against his thighs. He knows he’s not gonna last long.

You flip your hair over your shoulder and look up at through your lashes. “I know, daddy. I know.” You bite your lip through your smile. “Feels good, huh.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement.

His thrusts halter and Billy’s eyes darken. He leans down and grabs your hair pulling you up. You feel him hook your arms behind your back and your back is arched as he keeps a firm grip on the back of your head. You’re completely at will to him.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you.” He laughs darkly in your ear as he picks his pace back up. He’s no longer chasing his release. He’s going after yours. You go to bite back at him but when his hand reaches around and toys with your clit you stumble over your words.

Your already sensitive cunt is pulsing around him as he fucks you hard but when he plays with your clit in such a way you’re clamping down on him again. He doesn’t wait for you to come down from your high and let’s go of you. You fall forward right on your face and you’re on your back once again.

Billy kicks off his pants and pumps himself a few times letting a string of curses fly out. You feel him enter you hard and your legs are enclosing around his thighs. He pulls his hips back out and enters you again with a force that causes your body to move up.

“Billy,” you whine out. He only laughs hiking a leg over his shoulder going deeper into you. He begins to fuck you pressing a sweet kiss against your ankle. Sweat is gleaming across his chest and your back is stuck to the mattress but neither of you care.

With every thrust you feel your sensitive main pulsing around him. Your wet down your legs with your own slick but that doesn’t stop Billy. If anything it drives him to go deeper and when he leans down and encases a hand around your throat you’re forced to feel nothing but him inside of you.

You feel your eyes roll back as his fingers applies just the right amount of pleasure and you’re coming undone again.

Billy doesn’t stop and keeps his hand on your throat watching as your body shudders under him feeling every nerve set on fire. Your legs are twitching and he can feel himself about to cum undone. Tears are in your eye from the overstimulation. He stops his pace but stays inside of you.

He lets go of your neck and unhooks your leg from his shoulder. You look up at him and shake your head knowing he’s still got more in him. He takes your chin in his thumb and coos down at you. “S’matter, sweets? Can’t take it anymore?”

You continue to shake your head as he leans down hovering over you. His hand grips the sheet by your head and your feel him pull his hip back leaving just his til inside of you.

“Too sensitive, Billy,” you feel the tears about to break and your body is sore. Billy pouts his bottom lip out and takes himself in his hand. He rubs his tip up your slit bumping it onto your clit causing you to cry out.

“Too fucking bad.” He presses his tip against you and you feel the tears leak out. You know what he’s wanting and despite your body feeling exhausted you’re too stubborn to give it to him.

Your heavy eyes look up at him. His hair sticks to his forehead and you know he’s not going to last long. You muster enough strength to tell him the words that’ll send him over board. “M’ not sorry.”

He smiles at you and takes himself back down to your entrance. “When are you ever?”

He enters you and your hands meet his back. They draw red lines against it and he curses in your ear. His hips move against yours never letting up. His lips create an assault on your neck licking and biting it. Your tears flow freely down your face feeling your cunt get used. It hurts so good. He feels his cheek get wet and leans up taking in your soaked face.

You’re so pretty even while you cry creaming his cock.

“I know, baby. I know.” He kisses your cheek. “Feels good, huh.”

Your nails dig deeper into him and despite how tired you feel you lock your legs around him. He feels you push him into you and when you blink up at him with those tear stained eyes he’s shutting his own and releasing deep inside of you. You milk his cock as you come around him one last time.

He stays on top of you enjoying the moment of bliss. You run your fingers through his hair kissing at his neck. Your thighs are soaked with a mix of both of your releases and you’re both covered in sweat but neither of you care. Billy leans up and carefully pulls himself out of you taking in account of your sensitive core. When he sees himself spill out of you he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth.

He cleans you being as careful as he can but when you jolt he can’t help but chuckle at your sensitive state. You throw a pillow at his head in return. A comfortable silence takes over.

You watch with tired eyes as he throws the washcloth in the sink and takes a shirt from a drawer. He guides you up and covers your body with it kissing your forehead.

When he slides into bed and takes you in his arms it’s only when he speaks up again.

“Are we good?”

In true Billy fashion he never apologized. But he had other ways of saying sorry even if it was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. Truth is, you weren’t really mad. Sometimes driving him crazy the way he does to you gives him a taste of his own medicine in the best way. You lean up and see he’s already looking at you. He waits for you to answer rubbing his bruised knuckle against your soft skin.

“We’re good.”

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rindecisions · 1 month

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Come and Get Me by @rindecisions

Words: 28,218

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, Calvin Powell, Phil Callahan, Robin Buckley

Tags: Sports AU, Boxing, Kickboxing, Threesome, Smut, Fisting, Comedy, Slight Crack, Light-Hearted, Sexual Tension, Homoerotic Sparring

Summary:

A pulp fiction style sports AU full of sexual tension, underground bouts, and one-night stands that put Steve, Billy, and Eddie in borderline crack-like situations.

Beta: Anonymous

Cheerleader: @sunflowerharrington

Art by @waldos-art

Fic Link

Created for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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could you do a smut where Peter and yn are caught mid action?

I haven't written for Peter in such a long time. I feel like I’ve abandoned my boy! 🥺

Caught - Peter Maximoff

Warning: 18+, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Caught, Fatherly Charles Xavier, Slight Teasing, My Shitty Writing.

“Does that feel good,- baby? - mmh - Having me fuck this tight little cunt.” Peter murmured, listening to your cute little moans grow louder with every pleasuring thrust he made as your inner walls squeezed around his cock, coating him in your milky arousal.

“Y-y-yes! Feels fucking amazing, P-peter!” You breathily moaned, pussy pulsating as you gazed up at your boyfriend. He was sweaty with strands of silver hair undid from his tousled bun, his lengthy tongue dragging across his upper lip, and those dark brown eyes ogling you from above, watching your adorable reactions.

Loud music played in your bedroom and slightly leaked out into the empty institution, covering up all your sexual noises, including the sound of the door opening as Charles Xavier suddenly walked in unannounced. Peter was too infatuated with your body to notice in enough time.

“Y/n, please, turn down the - Bloody Hell!”

You gasped horrifically, face flushing with embarrassment as you crossed your arms over your naked chest. Peter scrambled for the sheets, speeding them up his waist to cover your naked bottom halves.

“I-I’m so sorry!” He apologized, covering his eyes and exiting as fast as possible, leaving the two of you alone in humiliation.

Charles stood in the hall, uncomfortably rubbing the temples of his head, trying to forget what he just witnessed, speaking low beneath his breath, “This is why we have locks on our doors...”

Your hands instantly covered your face, hiding your embarrassment. It was just your luck that this happened... Peter would never force you to continue, and he knew how uncomfortable you were so he gently held your hips and slowly pulled his erection out .

He layed down beside you, watching you rolled over and bury your head in his inner neck, “I’m so fucking embarrassed right now… I can't believe we forgot to lock the door.”

“I - I’m sure he didn't see much.” He said, attempting to make you feel better about the situation.

“He saw enough to know what we were doing… oh god!”

You shoved your face into the pillow, laying against the mattress with a pit in your stomach and your mind racing a million miles a minute, faster than your speedster boyfriends.

“W-wait, h-he isn’t gonna like fuck with my head or anything out of spite for banging his daughter, right?” He asked seriously with wide concerned eyes that brought a small chuckle to escape your lips as you shook your head.

“Don't worry, Charles doesn’t have his powers anymore. But, if he did, I think he’d attempt to haunt you.”

“Well, good thing he doesn't.” Peter sighed with relief before speeding across the room, collecting all your scattered clothes from the floor, and sat back beside you, sweetly folding them for you while watching you go back to groaning into your pillow.

That night Charles had a long, fatherly discussion with the two of you and a prepared speech on safe sex while passing over a box of condoms that he saved for this day.

Let’s just say you were in hell for a long, excruciating hour. Peter found it very entertaining how embarrassed you were, and even teased you about it. You made sure to punish him later for that…

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Crossroads (Hellfire on my Trail)

Author: @nevertheless_5 l Artist: @hels._art l Artist: @sunflowerharrington Posting on Tuesday, October 10

Like the infamous urban legend, Eddie meets the Devil at a crossroads and cuts a deal to become a rockstar. In exchange, Henry Creel wants to be his occasional puppetmaster. He grants Eddie one year of his shiny new life to choose to either finalize his deal or break it. As he grows more famous, makes a record, and starts a nationwide U.S. tour, Eddie thinks he’s gotten everything he ever wanted. Then he meets Steve Harrington and realizes how wrong he was. He also didn’t get all the fine print of his contract with the Devil. An explicit, slow burn, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers tale. Tagline: Love be the Devil but it won’t get me.

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Eddie kept looking because the guy was hot. Those boring clothes were a little too tight and all Eddie could process was the bulge in his jeans, toned muscles that were obvious under his pastel shirt, and hard forearms. He looked strong, like he worked out. Probably exactly that douchey type, yeah. His face was kind of ridiculous too. Thick, dark eyebrows, defined jaw, moles or freckles dotting his neck and face like beauty marks. He was pretty.

So maybe he was a little taken aback by the guy’s looks. He wasn’t about to show it. Good-looking guys like him were a dime a dozen. Probably straight as an arrow too. He looked it. Boring.

“And who are you?” Eddie said and looked down like he wasn’t interested in the answer. He watched himself strum the guitar.

“Who are you?”

Eddie laughed. “If you’re here you should probably know that already.” He looked up to another bitchy expression and hands still on hips. “What are you, venue staff?”

The man scoffed. Eddie strummed again and turned one of the tuning pegs to adjust the sound, strummed again.

“Hey, stop that.”

The man placed his hand on the neck of the guitar like he was going to take it and Eddie stood up quickly, pushing the guy back with his body, the guitar between them. He didn’t like people touching his baby, certainly not some random dude with a chip on his shoulder. He wasn’t afraid of his size either. They were the same height anyway, even if pretty boy had 20 lbs or more on him.

“Back off,” Eddie said, eyes locked on the man, but he wasn’t backing down either.

The guy’s annoyed expression was angry now, and yeah there was green in his eyes. Eddie could see it really well now that they were so much closer. His dark eyelashes were kind of absurdly long too. Christ, he looked like a girl. Eddie’s gaze fell to pretty boy’s lips without his consent. The hard line of them right now couldn’t hide how they’d probably be soft and sweet to kiss, and Eddie wanted to kiss them, well, if he didn’t rip the guy’s hand off his arm first.

“That’s Munson’s guitar and I’m in charge of it, so hand it over.”

Eddie laughed. “You’re not in charge of it.”

“I’m his guitar tech actually, so yes I am in charge of it, and I don’t appreciate you fucking with the instrument.”

The heat in his voice and that he’d cursed made Eddie smile now. He would never deign to let it show, but he decided he liked how this guy didn’t back down. Also, he was pretty amused that he didn’t have a clue who Eddie was. Idiot. A pretty idiot though. He could work with that, could push this game a little further.

“Oh, you don’t want me fucking with your instrument huh? You sure? I’m pretty good at it.”

The guy seemed to flatline for a moment before narrowing his eyes, getting the gist of what Eddie was saying. Eddie looked him up and down slowly, acted like he was considering it and, oh, this guy didn’t like that at all. They were still so close, and Eddie ran his hand up the collar of the guy’s shirt. Pretty boy stopped Eddie’s hand immediately, gripping it tight, and that actually hurt a little. Strong, yeah. Eddie grinned.

“Watch it.”

“Or maybe I’ll let you fuck with mine instead. You might like that.”

The guy practically sneered at him, disgusted. Eddie grinned and shrugged. It didn’t bother him. Typical straight guy reaction. Eddie knew he was attractive, so it wasn’t any skin off his back. If anything, it made this more fun.

“But either way, Adonis, I’ll be tuning my own guitar, thanks. Don’t need your help.”

The guy looked a little confused by that, especially when Eddie stepped away to sit back down and mess around with his guitar.

“Uh.” Eddie looked up and the guy seemed a little lost now. He swallowed and followed that eloquence with, “I’m Steve. What’s…your name?”

Eddie grinned. “I think you might have guessed. Smarter than you look, huh?”

A flash of anger passed over the man’s features before he composed himself. “Eddie Munson?”

Eddie nodded and started to hum along to the song he was playing now. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him and wondered what he was thinking. Probably freaking out that he’d pissed off the boss. The boss who had kind of hit on him. Eddie decided he’d put him out of his misery. He didn’t look up when he spoke.

“I’ll take care of the Warlock and my acoustic too. You can handle the backup guitars, cords, amps, all the other fun stuff. Got it, Steve?”

“Harrington.”

Eddie looked up and a little of the defiance was back in Steve’s expression. He found it funny that he was correcting himself now, wanted to be called Harrington instead apparently.

“Harrington then. My other offer still stands by the way.” Eddie grinned at him and Steve looked confused for a second. Just one.

“I don’t mess around with rockstars.”

Eddie glanced at him, raising his eyebrows as he strummed. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Lots of reasons. Plenty of other people around who are up for that. Men, women, whatever you want.”

“But not you?” Eddie pressed, letting his gaze slide over Steve’s features again. He really was beautiful. Not Eddie’s type at all but there was something about him. Maybe he just liked what he couldn’t have. Steve stared back and seemed to have shut a wall down over his expression. It made Eddie so curious. What was he afraid to show?

“No, I…ah, relationships are kinda bullshit and casual stuff, well, I don’t fuck around on the job.”

That wasn’t what Eddie had meant with his question, and he couldn’t tell if Harrington was avoiding saying whether he was straight or not by deflecting. But if the guy was queer Eddie felt he would have gotten Eddie’s point. So yeah, probably straight. That wouldn’t deter him from flirting in the future though.