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gayfanservice · 9 months

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Request: Something about Billy surviving the mind Flayer and apologizing to Max for being an ass lol

Was requested on my other blog, I do not remember if this was requested to be platonic or romantic so whoops :P

CW; Heavily described blood/gore, Billy lives, sad boy hours, probs ooc

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He remembers the pain of the tentacles ripping into his skin; tearing his insides every which way, images burning into his brain as the massive mound of human-rat meat screamed at him.

He remembers seeing images of him being ripped apart and images of the girl with powers he previously tried to kill screaming as she was ripped apart.

He remembers tears falling down his cheeks as disoriented images of his friends forced their way into his brain, mocking him, telling him how he failed as a son, as a brother, and as a friend.

He remembers seeing images of his best, and only, friend torn apart or crushed over and over again. How (Y/N) had tried to save him before being crushed into the wall. It played in his mind, unaware that his best friend was right behind him, crying for Billy.

Max’s images burned into his retinas as they replayed the in worst fashion; it gruesomely detached her limbs, or decapitated her. More and more images of his step-sister played into his mind as the fleshy tentacles burned and tore his insides. Billy couldn’t take it, screaming that Max didn’t deserve anything happening to her. She deserved better than what this thing was showing him, reminding him how he failed as an older brother, tormenting her every day. She deserved a normal life with a normal older brother, but Billy didn’t let her.

He remembers how memories of his life popped up; how he enjoyed time with his mother, when she was still alive. How his relationship with his father became more strained after she died, how he tormented Billy everyday. When Neil met Susan and eloped, and Billy started to torment Max.

He remembers how Max would look at him with that angry look whenever he was around her. How she avoided him. Max didn’t deserve anything Billy did.

He remembers meeting his best friend for the first time at a skate park, (Y/N) had almost crashed into him and they got into an argument. They met again at a convenient store, buying the same drinks and snacks. (Y/N) made a joke about how they must be estranged twins. He doesn’t know why, but they just became friends.

All Billy could think about was how he failed Max, (Y/N), and everyone else

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Billy felt weird. It was warm but he shivered. The pain was replaced by an intense numbness, murking up his brain and turning everything fuzzy. He couldn’t understand what was happening; was he dead? In hell? Was Max alive? Is she okay? Is (Y/N) alive and okay? He couldn’t tell. Maybe the endless void and disoriented noises were punishment for Billy. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t even know if he had eyes in this mysterious place.

A faint beep caught his attention. Did he turn? He couldn’t tell, but the beeping got louder, and louder. Was Satan finally arriving to take him to hell? The noises around him became louder; a faint buzzing, weird sounds he couldn’t make out, and… talking? He couldn’t tell, but it was becoming clearer.

A dull uncomfortableness raised in his throat, stoping at his chest. Something heavy was on sitting atop his face, covering his nose and mouth. His skin felt tight in places, most prominently on his torso, as if bandages were wrapped around him. He could feel himself breathing, the hairs on his arms sticking up, his brow muscle twitching as the darkness lit up. Billy was so tired, but he was so curious as to where he was.

His eyes finally opened, the white ceiling was the first thing he saw. Billy’s brain felt foggy; he was confused on where he was, no longer could he remember what he was whining about just moments ago.

“… Billy?” Billy slowly turned towards the voice, his eyes gliding across the room and stopping on (Y/N). He would smile if whatever was shoved down his throat wasn’t so fucking uncomfortable. (Y/N) slowly got up from his chair with the help of crutches, “Hey, pal, long time no see.” He joked, standing by Billy’s side as he pressed the CALL button. Billy’s looked around the room, his eyes landing on what little he could see from his position. He settled on (Y/N), taking in his appearance. He looked so… different. His eyes, though the same color and shape as always, held a different look. He had bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in months, years even.

Billy watched as (Y/N)’s eyes watered, a few tears falling down his face as he pulled a chair up with his foot, slowly sitting down again. “It’s been a couple months, Billy. Glade to see you pull through.” He couldn’t believe it. He had been asleep for months? (Y/N) wiped away his tears, sniffling, obviously embarrassed to be crying, “I’m so sorry, Billy…” He whispered, head leaning on his crutches. Why was he sorry?

The door to the room opened, two nurses and a doctor came in. The breathing tube-thing was removed from his throat, leaving a tingling, more uncomfortable feeling in his throat. Why was (Y/N) sorry? Where was his dad? Where was Max?

“… Max..?” His throat was scratchy and stiff, the nurse offering a cup of water before they left. “She’s okay, Billy, she’s safe.” Questions raced in his head, but he felt at ease knowing that Max was safe. But why? What was she saved from? What happened? Why am I here?

The Mind Flayer popped into his head, like a shitty jump scare from a horror movie. Memories of that night lodged their way into his brain as he remembered everything, from trying to kill Max to almost being ripped to shreds. Billy suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions. He was sad, happy, a little hungry, but mostly angry. Angry at himself for everything, for what he did and didn’t do for Max. She wasn’t even here to greet him for being alive. His dad wasn’t either but he didn’t care about that. Billy was such a shit person to her, why would she care if he was alive?

Billy cried, not caring that (Y/N) would see him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Billy, no, you’re fine,” (Y/N) didn’t know why he was comforting him or why he was even apologizing. He grabbed Billy’s hand in a firm grip, “You’re fine, Max is fine, we’re all fine.” His voice cracked. Billy’s unoccupied hand landed on his face, covering his eyes as he trembled. He just wanted to see Max, to apologize to her and promise to be a better older brother. To protect her from bullies and be the best damn brother she would want. But he can’t, she’s god knows where and he’s here, stuck rotting in a hospital bed with his best friend, but that’s the most he could ask for. It’s the most he deserves.

Max stood in the doorway, feeling too awkward to say anything to the two crybabies. She wondered if it was too late to walk away, forget this ever happened and go on her merry way. But, Billy did save her, or try to, and he deserved something for that. She cleared her throat. The two looked towards her like deer in headlights, “Uh, hi,” this was too awkward for her.

“Max…” Billy took a shaky breath, trying not to full on sob in-front of two people. Max stood closer to the bed, feeling tears of her own fill her eyes. Even though he put her through hell, she couldn’t help it. “Max, I’m so, so sorry,” he started, his grip tightening around (Y/N)’s hand. Max felt her face become wet, snot starting to clog up her sinuses, “I was such an asshole to you, an unfair asshole.. a-and I know that you hate me but please, please I am so, so sorry,” Billy cried, no longer caring how pathetic he may look, “I promise, promise to be better,” Max sniffled as she listened to Billy. Her face contorted as she cried, coming to Billy’s empty bed side and holding his other hand. “Okay, Okay, Billy.”

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Um yeah if its good please tell me 👍

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danishpastri · 2 years

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Thinking about a dream I had where I was sleeping in Billy’s bed, naked except for a shirt and underwear, and this mf comes up behind me and starts CUDDLING ME.

Nothing spicy happened but DAMN. We weren’t even dating in my dream. He thought I was asleep and decided to come up and fulfill his crush by wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling my back.

The rest of my dream was just us pining over each other as we went to our first day of highschool together

I love him so much.

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hopelessrromantix · 7 months

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kinktober day 10 boot riding

daddy kink, amab reader yes ill post the missing days i swear sjdkf

cis women dni

The longer you stayed at a party, the more boring it got.

Sure, getting drunk and high and fucking around with your classmates was a good time. But after hours of huddling together with sweaty drugged up teenagers and having generic music blasted into your ears, it got a bit boring.

But Billy always found a way to make it more entertaining. Normally by pulling off a rather impressive keg stand. For once, he’d offered to be the designated driver (mostly because you’d done it for the past four parties and refused to do it again), so you were downing your second drink, talking to some junior you barely knew. The buzz of a high was clouding your head, though it wasn’t enough to impair your judgment.

But apparently your boyfriend felt like pissing you off tonight.

Eventually the junior wandered off, probably to flirt with someone interested. Billy, on the other hand, was chatting up some girl from your math class. You didn’t remember her name, but you most certainly remembered the way she talked to Billy.

She gave a fake laugh, making sure to lean forward and give him a decent view of her cleavage. Not that you blamed her for trying to sleep with your boyfriend. Billy was pretty, and it’s not like she knew he had a boyfriend. So no, you didn’t hold any resentment toward the girl.

Billy, on the other hand, was in a world of hurt.

He had every chance to turn her down. Every chance to make up some half-assed excuse or just plain tell her he wasn’t into it. But no. He joked and gave her some cheesy pick-up line. The brat even had the nerve to look your way while he was doing so, giving you a wink.

You watched for a minute longer, waiting for him to make some excuse to leave. But when it was obvious he had no plans of doing so, you decided to step in for him.

“C’mon Hargrove, you’re my ride home.” Luckily your head was clear enough to make walking out easy.

Billy frowned, trying to look as disappointed as possible. “Already? But I was having fun!” The girl next to him looked sad as well, as if begging you to let him stay longer.

“Sorry, I gotta get up early tomorrow,” You said, shrugging. Tomorrow was Saturday, neither you nor Billy had anything to do. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Fine, buzzkill.”

Billy, tap dancing on your last nerve, gave the girl a wink, causing her to let out an airy giggle. You rolled your eyes, stomping out of the house. You could hear Billy mumble what was most certainly a sarcastic comment under his breath.

You sat in the passenger seat the second he opened the door, waiting as he slid into the driver’s seat a second later.

After a second of him realizing you weren’t going to speak, he started driving, the music from the party fading into the background as he did so.

“Your mom and that bastard home?” You knew the answer was no. He’d made quite a big deal about getting the house to himself while Neil dragged his step-mom and Max on a ‘family outing’. Even with Max asking, Billy was left home alone.

“No, why?” He asked, glancing over to you before his eyes returned to the road. He was perfectly aware of ‘why’, you knew that much.

“Gonna let me stay over, pretty boy?” You asked, your tone low. He nodded, quickly taking a turn to head toward his house.

The trip was short and Billy got out of the car almost immediately after you arrived. You chuckled at how eager he was, fumbling with his keys in an attempt to get in quicker.

You followed closely, heading to Billy’s room without much hesitation.

The second you got in, you closed the door, pressing Billy up against a wall.

“You got some fuckin’ nerve, Hargrove,” you spoke quietly and quickly, though you knew he heard you from how he shivered. “You tryna get my attention, or just tryna whore around with some poor girl, hm?”

He shook his head rapidly, gulping down a breath.

Billy tried his hand at being a brat often. Always teasing you, getting your attention in public. But the second you were behind closed doors, he practically melted.

“Words, baby boy.”

“No, Daddy.”

God he knew what buttons to press.

“Then why were you flirting?” You spoke softly, loving how his eyes glazed over with lust when you did so. “Giving her hope for no reason. That just seems mean, baby.”

He made a noise of disagreement, shaking his head again. “Didn’t mean to, just wanted your attention.”

You chuckled. “No, you knew exactly what you were doing.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you slammed your lips into his before he could. You took over the kiss quickly. His arms twined around your neck, one of yours on his hip and the other gripping his hair. You gave a soft tug to his hair, forcing a loud moan out of his throat.

You slotted one thigh between his legs, giving him the chance to messily rut against you. Both your pants were tight, his jeans no doubt uncomfortable at this point.

“Pleeease just fuck me.” He was practically begging, arms tightening around you. “Please, I’m sorry for flirting with her, I won’t do it again.”

You both knew damn well he’d do it again.

“I don’t think I feel like forgiving you yet, baby.” He huffed at your words, hips still moving against your clothed thigh.

“How about this,” You suggested. You placed your hands on his shoulders, lowering him to his knees and placing your boot between his legs. “You cum in under two minutes, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember your damn name.”

He nodded rapidly, head collapsing into your leg.

He moved his hands towards his jeans, only stopping when you firmly questioned what he was doing.

"I can't use my hands?" He asked, looking slightly hopeful. As if he'd get off that easy.

“If you really want me to fuck you, you can cum like this.”

He paused for a moment. “Like ‘this’?”

You smirked, tilting his head up slightly with one finger. “You think you can cum in your jeans for me?”

He shivered, nodding fervently.

"Good boy."

He started off slow, moving his hips against the firm leather of your boot. It was just enough stimulation for his sensitive cock. He was burying his face into your jeans, mouthing at your dick over the fabric. You just let him, watching as he desperately tried to get you to force your cock down his throat.

"One minute left." He whimpered.

His thrusts sped up, messily humping your boot in an attempt to get off. Barely decipherable mumbles of "please" "Daddy" and "more" tumbled out his lips, the words jumbled together and high pitched.

"You gonna cum, whore?" You asked, spitting out the term as if it was his name. He moaned, nodding.

"Please can I? Please Daddy? Wanna cum for you so you'll fuck me, please?"

You'd barely said yes before he buried his face into your thigh, hips stuttering and slowing. Cum slowly seeped through the fabric of his boxers, and suddenly he was thankful you'd waited until he was home to ruin him.

"Good job handsome," you said, leaving down and placing a surprisingly soft kiss on his forehead. "You get your reward now."

He was practically buzzing already.

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famwhy · 11 months

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Right Way Up (01)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Synopsis: You always hated when your favourite characters died in shows or movies; always longed to have the opportunity to save them. So when you're transported into one of your favourite shows of all time, what else are you supposed to do besides save your beloved characters?

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

prev part. masterlist. next part.

01. bring unto me persistence

enter: eddie "the freak" munson

"EASY, boy, easy."

You took a step back.

It took a step forward.

"How about we talk about this, hm?" It kept going. "Maybe you want a treat, yeah? Do you want a treat?"

A growl and yet another step towards you.

It would pounce any moment now, you were sure of it. It was already baring its teeth at you, no doubt looking to sink them into your flesh and make you its next meal.

The thought was enough to cause you to jerk in your spot and shudder.

Unfortunately for you, that jerk was also enough for the beast to pounce and—before you even knew it; could even blink and register what was happening—a sharp pang shot through your arm.

You hissed.

It got you.

Dozens of its teeth were latched onto your skin, digging in enough to draw blood and create a stream of crimson that ran down your arm, coating the limb in a sticky, warm substance that blew your eyes wide upon sight.

"Fuck."

Molten lava rushed straight to your brain and set your nerves ablaze, panic settling in much faster than sensibility could. All you could think about was getting this goddamn thing off of you.

You thrashed your arm about, swinging it around like a maniac as the beast stubbornly clung on. Each second it stayed on, was another second your nerves heightened and your heart convulsed.

It was becoming too much. You had to get. it. off.

Before you even knew it, your other fist launched into its side—an action that was more instinct than anything; the need to survive pumping you with higher levels of adrenaline than you were used to, but boy were you glad it did, because—to your utter surprise—the beast's body flung through the air and landed across the yard within seconds.

Your arm was free.

You wasted no time—one foot propelling the other: and you were gone, rushing to the open shed as the wind became your enemy, turning into sharp, cutting blades against your skin; desperate to hinder you in your quest to get to safety.

With the harsh pounding of your own heart against your ears, you almost couldn't hear the steps that followed after your own. But they were there. And they were right on you.

"Stupid dog! Ugh!"

The shed was right there. Just a few feet away. You could make it. You would make it.

There was no way you were making it into the Stranger Things world and dying before meeting any more of your favourite characters.

"Not today, fucker!"

With a sudden burst of confidence, your speed amplified and your foot launched forward in a bigger leap than you had ever performed in your life. The snapping of a jaw entered your eardrums not long after and sent another shudder down your spine. You just narrowly avoided a missing leg, no doubt. If you didn't hurry up, a missing limb would be the least of your worries.

Luckily for you, the shed was now only mere centimetres away.

Your fingers stretched out, winding around the door as you pushed through, slamming it shut as soon as all your limbs were on the other side, and throwing your body up against it with all you had.

Safe. You were—

The thought was cut off by a slam against your back, one that caused you to jerk forward with a wince. But, as soon as your behind was met with the empty air, you pushed straight back against the door.

Another slam. Another jerk. Another push. Again and again and again.

It was relentless, pounding on the door like a wild animal and leaving you no time to rest—which was really starting to take its toll on your health, by the way. Your ribs literally felt like they were closing in on your lungs as your panting grew shorter and sharper and—

Holy crap. You were shaking. And bleeding—oh god, so much blood.

The floor slowly seeped from chestnut to maroon to crimson the closer it got to your trembling form—a puddle formed around your ankles; one that was quickly expanding as the clock ticked by.

"This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real—"

But it was. And it hurt so much.

The banging continued.

"Fuck off!"

God, you felt like pulling at the roots of your hair and crying your eyes out.

Calm down, Y/N. Stand your ground and cover your wound. Do you want to end up bleeding to death? No: the answer was no.

And so—with eyes squeezed shut so tight, your lids almost melded together—you let out a shaky breath and redirected your uninjured hand to the bottom of your shirt. It creased as your fingers wound around it, clenching while you mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to do.

Would it be painful? Yes. Was it necessary for your survival? Absolutely. You just wished that you didn't have to face off against a creature with such vicious attack patterns while this injured.

"Here goes nothing."

In one fell swoop, you rid your upper body of the feeling of cotton against your skin.

Searing, white, hot pain exploded against your side and you winced, gritting your teeth against each other with a hiss. Your arm felt like it was on fire; smothered in flames that were further kindled the longer you stared at the indents on your skin.

Why did it grow so much more painful when you looked at it?

You resorted to turning your attention away from the wound—opting to, instead, place it on your shirt; if only to keep the pain at bay.

Come on, Y/N. You got this. Just a little more.

With a deep intake of breath, you clenched your hand into a fist, scrunching up the school shirt before you draped it over the wound, watching as it grew soggy, icky, and oh-so-disgusting—yeah, you were never using that shirt again.

One more suck of air between your teeth came along with a pull from your uninjured hand and, suddenly, the harsh, red stream that flowed out of you was put to a rather painful halt. You winced.

Hopefully, it wouldn't grow infected.

Now that your wound was wrapped up, you could focus on getting that little shit away from you.

Okay, so there were quite a few things in this shed that you could use as a weapon. Though, your options were limited to those you could reach (for obvious reasons) so that ruled out the huge—and tremendously tempting—chainsaw at the back.

Speed. Mobility. Strength. You had to take it all into account if you wanted to make it out of this situation alive. That meant you had to pick out a weapon that was heavy enough to cause damage but not enough so that you would be incapable of wielding it.

Your eyes scanned the room and the shining metal of a razor-sharp saw stared back at you, closer to where you were than the aforementioned variant of the weapon—but also much heavier looking than said tool.

No. Not that.

Another rather long, weirdly-shaped weapon was caught by your peripheral and your head whipped to the right, gaze falling on the chipped wood of the wall that hung behind the object your eyes picked out. Metal knob on its back to help adjust its clamp, teeth that were sharp enough to be able to give it a sturdy grip, long handle made to allow a clean twist with as little effort as possible.

Perfect.

Your hand reached out and the tip of your fingers met with the ice-cold surface of the material that made up the wrench. Then, with a little push, its new home was your warm grasp.

A slam.

Your chest heaved up and down.

Deep breaths, Y/N. Calm yourself, still your heart, and beat the crap out of that little monster.

And so you waited. You waited until you had the pattern of slams against the wooden door memorised. You waited until the jerks against your sore back weakened in their strength. You waited until the perfect opportune moment presented itself at your fingertips—

—and you seized it right when it did.

The door swung open and your wrench struck at the thing's side within mere moments of each other; a rush of pure adrenaline filtering out the searing sting of your wounded arm. It howled in pain, but this time—you were the relentless one.

Strike after strike. Hit after hit. You pounded it with your weapon and it roared, screeching in pain; in agony you hoped was so deep, it wouldn't dare think of approaching you again.

One particular strike sent it across the yard once more—though it was quick to get back up and, upon getting up, it stayed still, pointed head facing your blood-coated form instead of pouncing like it had before.

What was it doing?

Your heart lurched in your throat and your head pounded against your skull, making it feel like your eyes were about to fall out from the sheer amount of willpower you were exuding.

Your stance was defensive, hands wound tightly around the wrench held over your head as your knuckles began to lose colour. But if anyone looked closer, they'd notice the way your hands lightly shook, unable to stay steady for even just a few seconds; the way your nostrils flared as you tried your damndest to ignore the flames that scorched your arm with pure agony; the way your breaths left your mouth at crooked, uneven intervals.

You were scared.

Rightfully so. You could die here. This pain, this fear; it was all real. It wasn't some dream you could wake up from—you knew that now.

You were in danger: actual, real, terrifying danger.

And it was all because of some dog.

Your eyes stayed trained on the lanky beast, fingers readjusting themselves around your weapon as you planted your feet and tensed your muscles, preparing yourself for another bout.

It stayed still, and if it had eyes, you were sure they would be narrowed into slits at you.

For a while, nothing happened. It was just you and that monster, the world practically fading away around you; dissipating into irrelevance as all you could do was focus on your potential killer before you.

Then—it ran. But, surprisingly, not towards you—no, it ran away from you.

Why did it—?

"Y/N? The hell's taking so—?"

Ah, so that was why.

You turned, gaze finally landing on another, actual human being rather than a stupid demodog.

It was the same guy who sent you to the shed in the first place, stood there with his mouth slightly hung open and his greasy, H/C strands falling over his face awkwardly.

You assumed you had to look at least a little bit worse for wear for him to have cut himself off as soon as his eyes landed on your form, huh?

"Shit, why are your eyes red?"

Ah, so you were crying.

Your eyes shut, head tilting down before, suddenly, your shivering form was seized in a grip so warm and tight and secure, you couldn't help but loosen the tension you didn't even know was still in your shoulders.

The man cursed harshly before he addressed you—in a tone much softer than any you heard him use before—"hey, hey, it's okay..."

The soothing circles he began to rub against your back were the final straw and you blew up. A stream of salty water ran straight down your cheeks—soaking up the already-soggy shirt strapped to his chest in your fear and sorrow.

The scent of sweat and BO entered your nostrils but in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. It felt comforting, almost; like you could let loose and you would have the constant reassurance of his presence being there; of him hearing you; that he was listening.

But you knew—you knew you couldn't tell him anything.

The tears grew harsher.

"Hey... what happened..?"

You shook your head.

"Alright, that's fine, we don't have to talk about it. Let's get inside and properly wrap up this wound, yeah?"

A sniffle and a little nod.

He slowly began walking towards the house and your nails dug into his shirt, holding onto it like it was your last lifeline; like you would die if you were to let go. And honestly, you really believed you would.

Soon, you were hit with a wave of warmth, and it made you realise just how cold it was outside. The chattering of your teeth became so much more prominent—you almost couldn't believe you didn't notice it before.

Your sudden pattern of noticing things didn't end there either—the awful throb of your arm made sure of that.

"Hurts..." you whimpered.

His head tilted down, the corners of his eyes loosening up. "Shit."

Then, another voice pierced through the room.

"The hell's the door open for? It's—"

The man holding you averted his eyes and you found yourself trailing his gaze, hues landing on yet another sweaty guy with knuckles wrapped up similarly to the way yours were.

"What happened?"

"Go get a first aid kit, idiot," hissed the one holding you.

Then, the exposed skin of your thighs was placed upon another bit of soft and plush material but, unlike earlier on, you couldn't bring yourself to bounce on it. The pain in your arm was too prevalent; too distracting.

"Bite this—" the fibres of a soft cloth met your lips, "—it'll help with the sting.

"Oh and, put down the wrench, will ya?"

You didn't even notice you were still holding it.

Your teeth clamped down on the material and the sudden absence of metal in your hands made you feel empty and vulnerable. You were rendered defenceless—if that thing decided to attack again, you would be screwed.

Had it not been for the sudden breeze that flew over your previously-covered arm, you were sure you would have spiralled into a pit of negative thoughts that would chew your body up and spit your mangled corpse back out. Instead, however, you were unfortunately reminded of the potentially infected injury you harbored.

"Damn, that's a nasty wound," pointed out one of the two men.

"You're not exactly helping here, Curt." The other, the one patching you up, lightly scolded.

Curt merely ignored him. "Was it an animal attack?"

You sensed the questioning pairs of eyes that landed on your face and nodded, awarding them with at least some level of a response.

"Maybe we should go to the hospital and get it checked out?"

The hospital? You didn't have time for that.

"No. I don't need to go to the hospital."

"You sure? This is pretty—"

"I don't need to go to the hospital."

They both shared a glance (with something you couldn't quite make out swirling in their hues) before their eyes wandered back to your seated form. You felt small under their gaze; weak like some sort of wounded puppy. It was awful. How was a wounded puppy meant to survive the world of Stranger Things?

"Alright, let's patch you up first, then we can talk."

The unnamed man tossed your ruined shirt over to Curt, who caught it effortlessly, before taking out a bottle from a first aid kit. Soon, the clear lid popped open and you could feel your eyes prick with more tears, watching as a stream flowed out; one that dripped straight onto the dried-up, red indents on your skin.

Your teeth sank into the cloth as the raging flames in your arm grew, rising to an unbearable agony that had you screaming through the material in your mouth. It muffled your ear-shattering screeches; kept you quiet and unable to voice your displeasure—just like how you couldn't—

"Agh! Watch it!"

"Sorry." He gave you a small smile you could only describe as apologetic before going back to wrapping your arm in bandages, ignoring the spat-out cloth on your lap.

"Y/N." Your eyes wandered over to the only one standing in the room. "We need to get this checked out, what if the animal had rabies or something? It could be serious."

"It's not. I'm fine."

The one closest to you scoffed. "'Fine' my ass. You screamed into that cloth."

You narrowed your eyes. "I don't need to get a check up."

"Fine—" he gave you a pointed look, "—but! You have to take at least a few days off. You are not going to school this injured. Not on my fucking watch."

Not going to school? In your world, that would've made you throw your arms up in nothing but pure joy and excitement—maybe even dance around singing like a maniac. In this world, however, it was less than ideal. You still had to figure out where exactly you stood with Steve and many other characters here—school was your gateway to that.

"But—"

"No buts, missy. I'm your older brother, what I say goes."

Maybe a few days to properly process your situation would do you good. This whole... thing was still so insane to you. Now that you were actually sat down and not fighting a weird hybrid between a beast and a dog, it only grew to seem ten times more perplexing. You couldn't wrap your head around it.

Though, there was one thing you were certain of: this wasn't a dream. A dream had no way of emulating what you just went through. No. fucking. way.

"Hey."

You blinked, turning to see Curt stood by a yellow box attached to the wall with a rather curly wire protruding from the bottom.

"What's Harrington's number again?"

Your mind drew a blank. "I don't know."

He rose a brow. "Don't you have it memorised or something?"

"Uh,"—shit—"I can't remember..."

He gave you a look that, in your delusional mind, seemed a little bit like suspicion but was probably just a weird look that wouldn't lead to anything... right?

"Oookay," he drawled out.

"Why?"

"He picks you up, doesn't he?" He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever—which, granted, it would be if you were actually from this world. "We gotta tell him you won't be going to school for a bit."

"Hang on," the eldest brother (you still hadn't caught the name of) piped up, "I've got it here."

"Well? What're you waiting for? Say it."

He recited the number from the book in his hands and you watched with fascination as Curt punched it in before taking the curved shape hanging off the box and pressing it to his ear.

"This Harrington?"

A pause.

"It's Curt, just calling to let ya know that Y/N won't be coming in to school for a couple o' days so you don't need to worry about picking her up."

Another pause and cue Curt's face scrunching up a little in annoyance.

"Dude, calm down, she's—"

He cut himself off before clicking his tongue and pulling the phone away from his ear, saying—"you talk to him,"—and handing it off to the elder.

"Steve, hey, it's Cain—"

So that was his name.

"—Y/N's fine, she just isn't feeling too well so I'm having her stay home for a bit."

Yet another pause had you anxiously playing with your bottom lip, biting down on it with scrunched brows as your nails dug into your skirt, creasing the fabric in your anticipation.

Several moments passed by with Cain not saying a word into the phone—it lasted so long, in fact, you were wondering whether or not the call had ended and he was just standing there for the sake of it. You were proved wrong, however, when he started making his way over to your seated form and extended the yellow device towards you, mouthing 'he wants to talk to you'.

Your fingers curled around the metal. "Hello?"

"Y/N?!" The voice of Steve Harrington came out booming from the other side, concern laced so prominently in his tone, you could almost see his face contorted in it. "Are you okay?! What happened?!"

His worry was kinda cute.

"I'm fine, Steve." A small bubble of laughter left your lips. "Just a bit sick, that's all."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"Hold on, I'm coming over right now."

"Woah, woah, woah. No need for that. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" The tone of his voice took you back to when you were gazing into his eyes at the school; the intensity and care still clearly ingrained in your mind; still leaving you with a warm feeling coating your stomach.

"Yes, Stevie, I'm sure."

A few moments of silence passed before—

"Stevie?" You froze. "That's..."

"Uh, forget I—"

"Cute."

"Huh?"

"It's cute, pretty girl," his voice practically cooed from the other line.

And his words—oh, his words—you were practically swooning in your spot from the nickname, hands making their way up to curl the phone line between your fingers with a growing smile situating itself on your face.

No. Bad Y/N. Don't get distracted. He's got a girl, remember?

You cleared your throat. "Anyway, um, I'm fine, okay Steve? I'll uh, see you sometime soon."

"...okay."

"Bye."

"See ya."

You practically threw the phone over to Curt—who still stood by the box—fumbling around on the couch as you sat up straight before taking a look around the room to distract yourself from... whatever that was.

Cain had left, probably not for long seeing as he seemed like the responsible big brother type, so it was just you and Curt.

A TV sat before you, one blocky and heavy with an incredibly small screen and antennas sticking out the top. In the corner, a cylinder hung from the ceiling, parts of its material sunken into and chipped away at; looking to be quite beat up. A bright pair of large gloves sat next to it, tempting you to put them on and have a go at the hanging bag.

"Here—" you blinked, looking down. A shirt was tossed onto your lap, interrupting your little observation session, "—wear this. You've been shivering for a while now."

The rest of the day passed by with both males doing their best to stay by your side and keep you company; from always making sure at least one of them was with you, to both of them sitting beside you to watch a movie at night—it was nice. The attention was certainly something you weren't used to but—it was nice.

It stayed that way for the next few days; the doting, the concern, the care—you were smothered in it, so much so, you found yourself unable to breathe sometimes. To top it all off, Steve made sure to call three or four times a day to check up on you; each time insisting he come visit and each time being rejected.

It was all overwhelming, to say the least. But, it did provide you with enough time to gather your thoughts and decipher where exactly you stood in this world.

For starters, you had two older brothers (obviously). It was kinda surreal, to be honest. You used to be an only child so to go from being in constant solitude to having two older, doting siblings was... strange.

Another thing, you were Steve Harrington's childhood best friend. It was safe to assume that with how he seemed to worry and fret over your health and sometimes—dare you say it—even put you before his own girlfriend. Your... brothers also seemed quite familiar with him and how he always seemed to take you to and fro school.

That led onto your next point, you were a new character. You were pretty sure Steve never had a female best friend he knew since childhood—especially not one close enough to him where he would disregard Nancy completely when they were in the room. So, this wasn't a scenario where you replaced a character—instead, the world seemed to have changed in order to fit you into it.

Unfortunately, those three conclusions were the best you could do with the little knowledge you had at your disposal while on house-arrest.

Fortunately, your house-arrest was officially over.

"Remember—"

"I know, I know." You rolled your eyes. "Stay out of fights and no practice for the next few days."

"I mean it, Y/N!"

You continued towards the building. "I know!"

As soon as you walked in, all eyes were on you—and that's when you came to your next conclusion. You were popular.

It was simple math, really—captain of the cheerleaders? friends with King Steve? presence and absence turning heads?—there was no other explanation.

"Y/N!"—speaking of King Steve—"you're back!"

Your lips parted, a greeting forming at the very tip of your tongue when—instead of an actual, coherent sentence—a squeak escaped your mouth.

Strong, sturdy arms had wrapped themselves around your form, engulfing you in a hug that poured out such intense emotions—it had you struggling to breathe (well, that and the fact that he was squeezing you really tight).

Speaking of squeezing you really tight—

"Ack! Steve!" You winced.

He immediately drew back, brows scrunched up the same way they had on the first day you arrived here—when he gazed at you with that fierce, tender look of care and worry all mixed into one. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Your voice came out strained and boy did you regret it.

He definitely could tell something was up and with another squeeze on your arms from him, you feared to have confirmed his theory when you winced.

"Yeah?" His lips pulled down as he spoke blandly, not falling for your bullshit for a second. Then, he began to slowly reach for the sleeve of your bright jacket until—

"I'm fine, Steve!"

His eyes widened as you quickly yanked yourself away from his grasp. Then, brown brows furrowed and this time, you could tell it wasn't from concern—no—but rather; hurt.

Your heart constricted. "I'm sorry. I just— I've gotta get to class."

The crowd parted for you as you sped away from your best friend, ignoring his frantic calls for you to come back; to listen and talk to him—but how could you? How could you talk to him when he wouldn't be able to understand?

You had a valid reason for running away—or at least, you thought you did. If you told him what happened—let him know of the demodog attack too early—who knew what would happen to the plot? Something unpredictable, something life-threatening. You couldn't tell him. Better to be safe than sorry.

Stop. Quit dwelling on it. You have class, remember?

Now... where the hell was your class? Better yet, what class did you even have at the moment?

You probably should've planned this out better.

Did you even have a—?

"Woah, woah, woah, sorry. Didn't mean to bump into you."

You blinked, eyes widening a fraction more than usual as you gazed on in partial disbelief.

There, stood before you, was a guy in a sleeveless denim jacket; both of his hands raised up in a typical 'surrender' motion. His hair was long and wild; frizzy and curly. It was like a Lion's mane—a rather iconic Lion's mane, one you definitely recognised.

Holy shit.

It was Eddie Munson.

@bdudette, @tanyaherondale, @killerqueenfan

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bungrove · 1 year

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— le freak c’est chic

♱ pairing: billy hargrove / male reader

♱ cw: 18+ smut, pwp (prn without plot), sub!billy, bottom!billy, blowjob, face fucking, lots of spit, probably friends with benefits, name calling (“cocksleeve”), pretty short. let me know if i missed any. NOT PROOFREAD.

♱ synopsis: you and billy fuck in the bathroom at tina’s party right before he beats steve’s keg record.

♱ note: first time posting on here, pretty nervous. tumblr’s real nice though, i hope you enjoy reading this! reqs open.

you watched as billy kneeled down, so eager to please. his fingers shakily reached for your zipper, a few tugs and his cheeks flushed.

lucky you.

it was embroidered on the inside of your jeans, billy loved it. he is lucky, so so lucky. “need me in your mouth, blue?” you cooed, hand reached out to caress his cheek.

“need you. please. need you so bad.” his voice a tiny bit higher from desperation, his mouth feels so empty without you in it.

you took out your cock from your jeans, both of you decided to go commando tonight. billy’s tongue lolled out, ready to take you.

you slapped the tip on his tongue a few times earning a whine from him. you wanted to ruin him, make his lips all slick and pink.

billy felt your hands hold onto either side of his head, he looked up and he immediately knew what you wanted to do.

“fuck me already.”

that was all you needed to hear. without warning him, you bucked you hips, making him take all of you down his throat. thank god for no gag reflexes.

billy’s hands gripped onto your thighs, nails digging into the thin denim. his eyes filled with nothing but lust, almost rolling back with every thrust.

“you like that? fuck, you make such a nice cocksleeve, blue.” billy shivered at your words, he loved it. he’s happy that you use him in any way you want.

“y’know, not many people know i’ve got this in my pants. when they do though, they’re so fucking lucky… you’re lucky aren’t you, billy?” you asked him knowing he can’t answer, almost like you were making fun of him.

billy reached down to palm himself through his jeans. he knew you won’t allow him to touch his aching hard on so a little friction won’t hurt.

he could feel his throat getting used to your shape, hell, his throat is only for your use at this point. billy moaned, his throat closed around you, eliciting a groan from you.

your hips continued to thrust into him at a fast pace. billy didn’t care, having you in any of his holes is enough.

he watched as your breathing got heavier, your thrusts grew sloppier. face to neck down was covered in pre and spit, it’s disgustingly hot.

he felt you twitch, he rubbed himself harder through his jeans, getting ready to cum with you. until you removed yourself, billy cried, his lips running after your cock.

“calm down, blue. wanna come all over your face.” you groaned, heavy, uneven breaths. your hand wrapped around your cock and you jerked off right in front of him.

it was all wet from billy’s spit, so fucking hot. those blue eyes that you love so dearly were looking right up at you, watching your tip pour out more pre.

“get your tongue out baby.” you ordered and he immediately obeyed like a little puppy, your little puppy.

with a few more thrusts, you came. billy’s eyes fluttered. “thank you. fuck, th—thank you.” he babbled, all cock drunk.

billy swallowed the cum that landed on his tongue and there was still more… all over his face. you leaned down and kissed him, teeth clacking.

it was desperate. you were as desperate as he was. suddenly, you licked his cheek, tasting yourself.

billy whimpered, you’re too much. you really are gonna break him.

“need me to return the favor?” you lazily asked and looked down at his jeans, now with an obvious wet spot. “oh, don’t think you need me to then.” you teased.

you lifted him up, his body was jello, as if no bones. “be meaner next time.” billy quietly spoke, voice hoarse.

“yeah? want me to make you cry?” you cooed and he whined in response, nodding so hard.

you lightly chuckle, you put the toilet seat cover down and sat him on it. you took a towel and ran it through lukewarm water. billy is still new to the whole ‘aftercare’ thing, not used to it at all.

you smiled as you cleaned him up, his eyes closed with relaxation, planting a few last kisses all over his face. “all done. you ready to get back out there?” you asked referring to the party, you knew he still wanted to beat that keg record.

“yeah,” billy slowly stood up, taking his time to get to the door and right before he leaves, he forcefully grabbed you by your collar. “next time, fuck my tits.”

#♱ — shot through the heart #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #gay billy hargrove #top reader #dom reader

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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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Turns you on

Billy Hargrove x Male reader

CW: Smut, enemies with sexual tension, internalized homophobia, use of words "homo, queer, etc.", denial, masochism, miscommunication, unprotected and low-prep sex (wrap before you tap!), set in season three, fighting, Sub!Bottom!Billy, Dom!Top!Reader.

WOMEN DNI

He already had everything packed up with him, bag on his shoulder, hair still a little damp after the shower, eyes down on his shoes, which were a little bit wet, too, walking in the room full of teen guys after shower. Already taking a step towards the door, he heard a voice behind him:

"Hey L/N!"

He turned around, facing a grinning shirtless guy with a towel on his waist, his eyes examining the other one.

"What do you want, Hargrove?"

Y/N spoke, his voice low and cold. Billy only smiled, his eyes traveling up and down the others body, before speaking himself.

"Good game today. You've outdone yourself. I guarantee you'll get your date with Vicki."

The blonde smiled, biting his lover lip, before turning to his locker.

"Oh? So you don't think I'm a homo now?"

"Yeah, I don't think anyone queer would be able to do that great on a field in favor of looking at half naked guys."

"So you, apparently, don't count?"

Billy stopped his movements for a moment, before slapping the door to his locker with a loud thud, turning around and marching up to Y/N with an angry expression and still shirtless. The other guy just grinned at his opponent, hands on his sides.

"Take that back, bitch."

"Are you teasing me with your naked torso now? Either way, that makes what I said even more evide-"

Y/N dodged a punch, grabbing Billy by his other hand and disarming him within seconds, pushing him against a cold wall, holding both of his hands behind his back.

"This makes it even more gay, Hargrove, don't you think? If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked being tackled by me. Or maybe you really do?"

L/N chuckled, before storming off to class, leaving Billy behind, cursing under his breath. He stared at the door Y/N just went out of for some time, before turning around and going to finish off dressing.

***

Billy was sat in his room, alone. He just told some girl he banged an hour ago to get out. Music was blasting in the room. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the beat, inhaling nicotine. She called him gay. She said it was homosexual, how he mentioned another guy after he just fucked her. It wasn't even in that kind of context, she was so fucking annoying. Never talking to Nicole again, he made a mental note.

He almost felt like crying. So degrading. Infuriating, even.

His hand slid towards the volume slider on the cassette player, turning it up to max, still looking in the same spot. The speakers blew up with rock music, shoving every thought out of his head. He didn’t want to think about why he mentioned him. Why he said it. Only about temporary feeling of comfort the music brought him.

There were days when he felt like there was a load off his mind. But this wasn’t one of those days. Billy closed his eyes and tried to imagine a girl. Any, non existent even, just a girl in his room, on his bed. But his imagination knew better. It knew what Billy needed, what he yearned for. He needed a different image.

He opened his eyes, a girl sat on his bed, dressed in nothing but fancy lingerie and a see-through short dress, face full of makeup, a trendy haircut and a beautiful ring on her middle finger. She smiled tenderly and whispered, hovering over to Hargrove:

“What are you waiting for, beauty? Your perfume smells so nice, I want to feel it closer...”

He could only look at her, in slowly building up terror. The girl looked at him, winking and slowly laying down on the bed, biting her lower lip. Billy could only look at his imaginative scenario in horror. He didn’t feel anything. The girl was exactly his type, he imagined her, for fuck’s sake! But nothing happened to him, to his body. His lips started faintly shaking. Hands cautiously ghost inside his underwear. Soft. It was fucking soft and cold. Not even a sign of arousal. The girl was perfect, but what he’d fear the most happened. Billy blinked a few times, so the girl would disappear. Met with his empty bedroom, a few tears dripped down his chin.

***

Moving towards the designated spot throughout someone’s house party, Hargrove, with a couple of beers already in his system, grinned, almost tasting the thrill of a fight on his lips. You could easily find the spot, moving towards a crowd of students which formed around. When he neared, whistles and drunk shouting emerged from the crowd. A shit-eating grin spread upon his features, when the crowd parted, revealing him in the middle. Y/N also smiled upon seeing Hargrove entering the crowd.

“Showed up after all, huh?”

“Of course I did, I’m not afraid of a bitch boy like you”

The crowd made a loud “ooooh” sound, everyone in there looking at each other with faces, practically saying “this shit is about to get ugly”.

L/N hummed, as if considering what Billy said, before lifting his head up and spewing the most thunderous laugh anyone ever heard from him.

“You’ve dug yourself a grave, Hargrove! Get ready, you fucking prick!”

Oh, did he get ready. Billy’s gut practically boiled with excitement, as he stripped his jacket down, being left in nothing but an opened button up and leather pants. He bit his lip, jumping in one place from all the energy inside him. That is, until Y/N took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere into the crowd, some girl catching it and screaming. But Hargrove did understand why she did that. He felt like he would, too. A smile freezing on his lips, as he, himself froze in one place, unable to take his eyes off L/N’s bare body. Y/N lifted his hands into the cold night air, and then doing a backflip, making the crowd roar in excitement.

In contrast, Billy couldn’t squeeze out a sound, feeling as another type of excitement arose in his body.

Y/N was already near, looking at Billy with a grin, as he flexed his muscles.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or you just have nothing to say? You can’t run now, Hargrove!”

The blonde chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

“I wasn’t going anywhere, L/N! In fact, I’m only coming at you!”

He threw a punch at Y/N’s face, which the other one swiftly blocked, before swinging his fist right in Hargrove’s gut. He chocked out a grunt, and immediately slammed the other guy in the jaw. Y/N tried to throw a punch at the side of Billy’s head, but the blonde ducked, sweeping L/N off his feet, both landing on the ground with a thud. Y/N groaned, getting a grip on the collar of Billy’s button up, before hitting him in the jaw with his own head, both hearing a loud ringing in their ears. Hargrove covered his bleeding lip with a hand, while L/N took advantage of the situation, tackling Billy to the ground, twisting his spare hand, shoving his face in the ground. The crowd roared, everyone chanting the name of whoever they were betting on, someone had a camera, recording everything. Billy struggled a little, before feeling something he didn’t expect at all. The feeling he was so desperate to get, he’d fear so much he lost, suddenly came back with a boom. He hardened against the ground.

“You give up, Hargrove? Am I too strong for a bitch boy you are?”

Billy’s low chuckle emerged beneath the two, as he waited a little to reply.

“Was just giving you a head start, L/N!”

He made an attempt at turning around, only feeling himself being pressed into the ground more. Then, he kicked Y/N with his leg, getting a little more space to himself, turning around and landing a punch in Y/N’s face, only for the other guy to mirror his actions. They were fighting in this position for a while, until L/N stood up, jumping on his two, seemingly waiting for Billy stand up. As he started moving, Hargrove was only met with a hit in his face, He could taste the fabric of Y/N’s boots on his tongue. A head with a blonde mullet fell back in the dirt, a new ringing starting up in his ears. This time, Y/N didn’t wait, landing another punch with his foot right in Billy’s gut. Hargrove laughed once again, feeling the arousal in his stomach building up even more now.

“What are you laughing at, freak?!”

Another kick, his left side. This time, Billy grabbed his opponents leg, pulling on it, making him fall back on the ground, too. Hargrove crawled up to L/N as if some kind of wild animal to his injured prey, only to be met with a blunt hit in his nose with the same dirty boot. He continued crawling up, until his face was grabbed by Y/N’s clawed hand, his nails digging into Hargrove’s skin. The blonde stopped in his tracks, looking up at his opponent with wild eyes and a blown smile. Y/N smiled in return, coming closer to Billy’s ear, softly whispering:

“I know you enjoy this, you pervert.”

Only before hitting Hargrove in the face with all his might, the others head once again meeting the ground. L/N stood up, shaking his pants clean. The crowd shouted, a group of people forming around the winner. Billy laid on the ground for half a minute before getting up, finding his jacket in the dust and turning in the direction of the house, that was now left empty, since everyone at the party left to watch the fight.

The blonde was washing off blood and dirt from his face and body. Looking at the mirror, he noticed a black eye Y/N gave him. He felt sick to his stomach, trying to stop the coming puke with tap water. He heard a noise of a closing door behind him and turned around, to be met with a familiar body, also covered in blood and dirt. Y/N smiled, coming closer to Billy.

“Hello there, Hargrove.”

“You too, L/N”, mumbled the other guy, as he turned around to the mirror, looking down at the sink and proceeding with his own business.

“Enjoyed the fight?”

Billy shivered, as he heard the voice right near his ear, not daring to turn around, instead looking at his opponent in the mirror. His face was dirty and bloody, still shirtless, he pressed himself right against Hargrove, both his hands on either sides of the sink.

“Yeah, I like getting my ass beat by fuckers like you.”, he answered, sarcastically.

Y/N laughed, bringing his hand to Billy’s shoulder, rubbing it.

“I sense sarcasm in your tone, but if you wanted my opinion, I think you actually do enjoy it.”

“Stop trying to handle me, I can do that myself perfectly fine.”

Hargrove was trying to shut off the bubbling feeling of arousal from the feeling of another body being pressed up against him.

“You can say that all you want, but we both know, you love it when I handle you. I just don’t know if you love it when anyone does this, or just me...”

“Are you hinting at me liking you? In your dreams, L/N!”

“Me? Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I don’t need you to like me. At least, I don’t need it to fuck you, Billy.”

Billy’s breath got caught in his throat as his body got pressed up against the bathroom wall. He didn’t have enough time to process his position, as a pair of lips attacked his own. The kiss wasn’t gentle and loving, it stung, partially from Hargrove’s busted lip. He tried to reach his hands out to embrace Y/N’s muscular shoulders, but felt a cold hand holding on both of his wrists. So instead, he focused on giving himself all into the kiss, desperately trying to claim the leading role and failing miserably. He subconsciously rutted his hips against the other man’s, finding his dick being as evidently hard as his own. Separating, Y/N grabbed Billy by his hips, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall with doubled force.

“You don’t look like you’re struggling, dear. Maybe you’ll just going to admit that you like being handled by a guy, it’ll make this easier for both of us.”, L/N whispered in his ear, suddenly thrusting his hips forward, making Billy whimper in desire.

“You need to try harder than that, Y/N.”, Hargrove chuckled under his breath.

“Fair enough.”

Y/N smiled and thrusted his hips again, grinding his crotch into Billy’s. He tried to say something, only faint moans slipping out. Hargrove’s hands clamped down on L/N’s shoulders, and he felt how completely and utterly desperate he is for the other guy, his erection at this point being as hard as a rock.

“Do I really need to say it? You already know it.”, he whispered faintly between whimpers.

“Of course you do. You want me to hear it, right?”

Hargrove gulped, his nails biting into Y/N skin.

“You’ll hear it when you deserve it, asshole.” Billy grunted, biting his lower lip.

L/N laughed faintly, his hand ghosting over his belt.

“I’ll have to play bad then, if you’re so bullheaded.”

In mere seconds Billy felt himself being forced on his knees, his hair held in an iron grip of Y/N’s. He felt his body getting heavier with arousal dripping down to his stomach like honey. Y/N finally undone his fly, guiding the other guy with his hand.

“You probably don’t know how to do this, it’s alright. I don’t give a fuck about technique or shit like that, just do whatever you feel like.”

Billy nodded, carefully stretching one of his hands out, exploring an unfamiliar feeling of touching another man’s dick. He’d only see other guy’s private parts in porn, so it was unusual for him to see it so close. It was big and pulsing. He hesitantly wrapped a hand around it, stroking just like he did with himself, since he figured it would be kind of the same for everyone. And he was rewarded with a low groan from Y/N which transitioned into a light, almost admiring sigh. It encouraged Hargrove, driving him to speeding up the pace, biting his lip at every sound coming from his partner. That is until, Y/N seemingly had enough, his hand in Billy’s hair once again evident as he shoved Billy’s face right into his crotch.

The head laced with pre-cum touched Hargrove’s bloody lips. He hesitantly opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, carefully tracing the head with his tongue, his eyes darting up and down to Y/N from time to time, to see his reaction. When he felt like it was enough, Billy gulped and opened his mouth, sensually wrapping his lips just around the head to test the waters. He was met with an immediate response from his partner, L/N moaning above him, as he felt the grip on his locks tighten. Hargrove's gag reflex kicked in, as he went further, feeling tears forming in his eyes yet again. And that's when he heard Y/N speak up:

"That's it, good boy, don't choke yourself now, it's okay."

Billy couldn't help but let out a noise of his own, quietly moaning around Y/N's cock, his eyes still watering. This time, the pain of Y/N gripping his blonde hair completely faded, leaving a strange aftermath feeling of emptiness, instead, a palm gently patted Billy's head in a loving, careful way. Hargrove felt his stomach jump, as L/N took himself out of his partners mouth, and lifted him off the floor.

"That's not fair, how I am the only one who's half naked, don't you think, Billy?"

"You want me to just discard my clothes in someone's random dirty fucking bathroom?"

"Ooh, you a neatfreak, Hargrove? Hard to tell by the way you look right now."

Billy rolled his eyes, taking his button up completely off and throwing it in the sink, then proceeding to do the same with his pants and underwear.

"Look at how hard you are... Bet you got this hard the second I hit you back there, fucking masochistic slut..."

"Shut the fuck up before I resume the fight."

Y/N chuckled, as he wrapped his hands around Hargrove's waist, pulling him closer and into a kiss. This time, Billy put up a good fight, grabbing L/N by shoulders, angrily biting his lips, and even the tongue sometimes. Being busy with the second, more intimate round of their fight, Billy didn't notice Y/N's hands roaming around his body, so he let out a surprised moan when he felt something prodding at his hole.

"Don't be so loud... I can't just do you raw, y'know... I mean, unless that's what you're specifically into..."

Hargrove opened his mouth to spit out some snarky remark, but it drowned in another breathy moan, coming out right from the back of his throat, as he unconsciously grinded against L/N's fingers. As Y/N worked his way inside his partner, he lifted him up by the thighs, roughly pressing him against the wall, silencing another incoming moan with a prolonged, messy kiss.

Both hands now gripped Billy's thighs, as Y/N pulled back for air, licking his lips and eying Hargrove, completely ruined before him, and they were yet to get to the main course.

"You sure about this?"

Y/N suddenly asked, worry painted on his face, to which Hargrove only rolled his eyes.

"Did you not see me getting super hard for you, and literally sucking your cock?"

His partner chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Hargrove's face.

"I suppose you're right."

Before pressing into Billy, immediately covering his mouth, as he started to moan upon an unfamiliar feeling within his body. Music echoed from the other room, as Billy silently moaned, only for Y/N to hear. Their eyes gazed into each other, as L/N smiled, once again replacing his hand with his mouth, before silently whispering in Hargrove's ear:

"Just give me a sign when it's okay to move."

Meanwhile, Billy was at the same time in hell and heaven. He felt like he was being split up in two, and ascending to gods, with the way Y/N felt inside him, so naturally good, and painfully big at the same time. He would occasionally whimper, when L/N would ever so slightly move, just to hold him in a more comfortable position. As the pain faded, Billy couldn't help but moan, slightly grinding into his partner, nodding upon being asked if this was the asked for sign.

Billy thought he felt good before, but not until Y/N started moving. The blonde felt like he could cum any second, which never happened to him before that fast. As L/N moved in and out slowly, he made sure to mark Hargrove's neck and chest using just his mouth.

"You feel so fucking good when you're inside..."

Sometimes, Billy's brain would work enough for him to form a sentence of admiration, but other 80% of the time, it was too clouded by lust. Y/N smiled, as he licked a stripe from Hargrove's neck, right to his ear, making sure to get it, too. Billy moaned, his eyes rolling back, as he continued to mutter incoherent sentences, before this one:

"Please... Faster... Y/N... So good..."

"What is it, baby? You want me to go faster?"

Hargrove frantically noded, as Y/N wasted no time completing his demand, slamming into him twice as fast as he was. Truth being told, at this point, Billy felt like L/N didn't really care over his, Billy's pleasure and wellbeing, he felt like he was being used, and no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he liked it, a lot.

"Use me... Y/N... Y/N, please... Oh fuck.."

"What is it, baby boy? Is someone here likes being used as a little, dirty, dick hungry slut?"

L/N emphasized every single word of the last sentence with a deep, hard thrust, every single one of which Billy felt like went straight up to his brain.

"Answer the question, dear."

Hargrove nodded a couple of times, being rewarded with another couple of hard thrusts, that felt like they were rearranging his insides, literally.

"Such a good boy, I bet you would enjoy it so much..."

L/N not only sped up, but also let one of his hands find it's way to Billy's cock, now gently stroking it with expertise.

"If I just went out there, to everyone who's partying..."

Hard, deep, steady thrusts made Billy not only roll his eyes back, but throw his head back, and moan, at this point not caring about everyone outside hearing.

"And let them use you... However they wanted. Doesn't that sound great to you?"

Hargrove moaned once again, his hands desperately trying to hold on to Y/N's sweaty body. Even if he was out of here a little bit, he still could answer the question by shaking his head.

"No? Then what would you enjoy?"

Billy shut his eyes and tried covering his mouth up with his hand, but failing miserably.

"You..."

"I don't understand what that means, sweetheart. Explain to me."

Y/N shook his head, fake pouting, stopping his hand movements.

"You... I enjoy... Enjoy you..." , Hargrove said through panting, moaning and whimpering.

"So will you finally admit you have a thing for me?"

L/N asked innocently, as he stopped moving whatsoever, only holding Billy up with his hands.

"What..? Move, move, please, oh my fucking..."

"Not until you admit it."

Billy whimpered, bucking his hips against Y/N's to get some sort of friction, before looking up at his partner with pleading eyes.

"You're adorable like this. But I won't start moving until you say it."

"I like it... I like it when... You're on me... Using and..."

The rest died down in the moan he once again erupted, as L/N teased him by grinding a little.

"I like being handled by you, Y/N... I love it, fuck... Oh god, I couldn't get my dick up to a thought of some girl this week and I... Holy shit... I thought I'd lost it, you made- OH FUCK! Ha... You made it... Come back."

Y/N licked his lips, satisfied with the answer, bending down to Hargrove's ear.

"That's so good, darling."

And not waiting another minute to regain his speed almost immediately, slamming into Billy at the highest speed he could handle, the sound of skin slapping, both moaning and Billy's sweaty body slapping against the wall echoed in the bathroom.

"Oh god, Y/N... I'm fucking near. I feel it... I... Ha.."

"Go on babe, do it for me."

As soon as those words left Y/N's mouth, Hargrove moaned in a high-pitched voice, as he came all over himself, releasing the tightness that was building up in him for the past week. L/N continued ramming into him at a fast pace, until he came himself, moaning into Billy's ear.

As Y/N pulled out, a little bit of his seed oozed onto the floor, as they both collapsed on the bathroom floor, both sweaty and sticky, their ears ringing. As the aftermath cleared a little bit, a quiet, still not completely stable voice echoes in the bathroom walls:

"Tell anyone about this and you're fucking dead."

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issdisgrace · 5 months

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THE START OF BILLY HARGROVE AND HIS METAL HEAD BF RELATIONSHIP

WARNINGS: Use of the word fag, nothing else

A/N: There will be a part 2 in the future eventually.

You and Billy officially met when you two were paired together for a History project. Both of you hated the idea of having to work with each other because why wouldn’t you.

You two were complete opposites. You were a 6’2 metal head that wore corpse paint, band tees, and arguably way to many rings. While Billy was a 5’10 blonde hair blue eyed fuck boy that drove a loud ass car.

So it was no surprise that you both asked the teacher if there was anyway to get a different partner.

Unfortunately or rather fortunately the two of you couldn’t get out of doing the project together. While neither of you really cared all that much for your grades you both needed to pass the class and the project would count as 50% of your grade. So you both had to do it whether you liked it or not.

Anyway you begrudgingly both shared your information with one another and planned to meet up at your place that Friday to work on the project together.

Eventually Friday rolled around and Billy showed up late as always in his blue 1979 Chevrolet Camaro.

To say Billy didn’t want to be there was an understatement. Fortunately for him you had all the information the two of you would need to put together the project.

So things went smoothly and you two talked back and forth as you worked getting to know each other.

Which was when you both found out that you shared a genuine love of cars. This definitely helped your guys acquaintanceship and made the project go by quicker.

Anyway in the end the project only took you guys 3 hours which was less than what you both expected it to take. After you guys finished Billy left your place and that Monday you guys presented to the class before you both went back to strangers.

You two stayed strangers again for 2 months until Billy had a problem with his Camaro and didn’t want someone he didn’t know touching his baby so instead of taking it to a mechanic and knowing you worked on cars, he showed up at your house asking for you to look at.

You were of course surprised by this visit and even more surprised when he asked you to take a look at his Camaro. You of course agreed and took a look. It ended up being something real easy to fix so you.

So you took off your rings and handed them to Billy for safe keeping. As you bent over the Camaro fixing the problem.

Billy quietly watched you from the side as you worked on the Camaro. He took note of everything about you from your height and build to your clothes and corpse paint.

As he watched you he felt something grow in his chest. Something all too familiar. Something that he frankly hated. Something he wished to ignore specifically being in this shit hole of a town.

This town wasn’t all to found of people like him. People that liked same gender. But Billy would never call himself a fag sure he liked men but he also liked women. He had no clue what he was but he knew he liked you.

Maybe it was the fact you were so openly yourself and didn’t care what others thought of you or maybe was it the way you held yourself and talked. Who knows because Billy certainly didn’t.

As you were finish up Billy realized he needed to pay you for your work somehow. He wondered if you were gay and would go out on a date with him as payment.

“You’re all set. Your baby should be working at 100% again.”

“Thanks……Um would you maybe want to go out on a date with me. It’s all on me, I just want to um pay you back for your work.”

“Sure that’s fine with me. I’m free this Saturday if that good with you.”

“Yeah that works for me.”

“Well it’s a date then.”

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sku11s1asher · 2 years

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possessive top billy x male reader

he’s lowkey ooc during the smut but let’s not talk about that !

Contains; smut, and is male reader.

if fem dni pls

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You and Billy were at the mall, shopping like normal, but you saw that he was looking a little too hard at some girls who passed by. Now, you’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since he moved to Hawkins, his personality just turned you on for some reason. Both of you stopped for a second and Billy leaned to your ear, “Look at that bitch over there, isn’t she cute?” He pointed to her, you could just shrug your shoulders and try to ignore your heart pounding. “I’m more into dirty blondes but, she’s okay.” Dirty blondes as in Billy, not that you’d admit that to him though.

Jealously started filling up your body, every five seconds he was staring at some girl's ass or tits, you may not be dating but still, he could use his brain and connect the dots. You quickly got over it when you saw a girl who has been trying to get with you for months, she was hot but you were loyal to your crush. She walked up to you, “Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” You cringed as she twisted her hair and bited her lip, but you had to flirt with her to hopefully make him jealous.

You felt like puking, she sucks at flirting and she is already getting annoying. “Can we have a date this Saturday maybe?” She looked like she was constipated, but before you could respond Billy spoke up, “We aren’t here for you to pick up girls, I’m ready to go already.” His voice was laced with venom, as if THE Billy Hargrove was jealous over some girl. You were beginning to think your plan was working, but again, he isn’t the most patient person in the world so it could be that too. “I’ll talk to you later.” You walked away with Billy close to you and started to think about how close your hands were, if you moved just a little bit they would touch.

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As soon as you got in the car you started to question him, “Why can you talk to girls and look at them like you’re going to devour them, but as soon as I talk to one you want to leave?” Instead of responding he unlocked his car and ignored your questions. But it’s not like you could do anything to get him to respond until you started thinking. “Were you jealous?” You saw him get tense before relaxing, “Why would I ever be jealous? We have a party to go to tonight and I need to get ready.” It was a lie, both of you know it, he’s easy to read when you’ve been around him for so long. You stared at him as he started to drive to your house, he’s so pretty when he’s focused and you wondered what he would look on top of you, pounding into you so hard with his thick cock. Sadly, before your thoughts could get any further, he looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you looking at me like that L/N?” You didn’t respond to him, if you did you’d end up embarrassing yourself. When you both looked away you didn’t notice him smirking.

When he pulled up to your house he grabbed your wrist and whispered into your ear, “I’ll be here at 9, you better be ready.” And let go, you grabbed your bags confused. He’s never talked to you like that, the tone in his voice was weird. You went to your room and felt so weird, you couldn’t stop thinking of him and how close you both were. You almost forgot about how his tight jeans showed the outline of his cock if you looked long enough. As you were getting ready, all you could think of his him whispering to you and being so harsh, you knew it was wrong that it turned you on. He’s your best friend and sleeps around with every girl in Hawkins, if you even got together somehow, it would be a one night thing not a normal thing. You could only sigh before finishing changing and doing your hair.

A couple hours past and you hear the doorbell ring multiple times. “I’m coming stop ringing the fucking doorbell idiot!” You yelled to whoever was at the door. You saw it was Billy and opened it for him, “It’s 8 not 9, you’re a hour early.” But he didn’t respond, he just looked at you like he was going to eat you alive. “Billy?” You were about to poke him until he grabbed your wrist and wouldn’t let go, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You looked confused, “Tell you what?” His grip got harder and you could tell he was angry, “Tell me you were dating her.” You just looked at him like he was dumb, “Im not dating anyone, what are you talking about?” “Stop lying to me.” You started to get nervous, “Billy, I’m not dating anyone, even if I was, why does it matter?” The grip on your wrist was starting to hurt, you were about to ask him again but he pushed you against the wall and had both of your hands above you in the tightest grip ever. He kissed you.

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You felt like you were dreaming but soon kissed him back. He stuck his tongue in your mouth, you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. He released your wrist and grabbed your waist pushing him against you more and being rougher. He slowly stopped kissing you, and began leaving hickies on your neck. “B-Billy, wha-” but he cut you off with another kiss on your mouth. “Shut up, I know you like this too.” One of his hands going on top of your raging boner giving it a squeeze which made a moan slip out. You finally realized, he was truly jealous, even if you two weren’t dating he still had feelings. He was about to unbutton your pants before you spoke up, “Let’s at least go to my bedroom..” He didn’t waste a second before picking you up and taking you to your room, as soon as you got there he threw you on your bed and locked the door.

He looked like a predator and you were his prey, he got on top of you after taking off your pants and shirt. “Someone’s excited.” He smirked, not like he had any room to talk, you could feel his. You felt a little embarrassed, you were in your boxers and looking like you just got fucked, while he was just smirking at you, fully clothed. He began rubbing his hand on your cock, you bucked your hips to get more pleasure but that was quickly put to an end, “Stop moving or I’ll leave you here like this.”

You had to put your hands on your mouth to stop yourself from moaning so loud. He removed your boxers and started sucking your tip before taking you all in. All you could do is roll your eyes to the back of your head and try not to buck your hips. You were beginning to wonder where he learned to do this. As soon as you were about to cum he stopped, “Remove your hand, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” You slowly listened to him and removed your hand before he started again, “Please-” you didn’t know why you were saying it but you just kept repeating it. “M’ gonna cum!” You moaned out, but he stopped and slowly lifted his head off your cock. You whined but saw he was taking his clothes off, you couldn’t take your eyes off his body until he asked where the lube was and grabbed it.

“I’m gonna start prepping you, if you try to hide your moans I’ll stop.” He put lube on his fingers and put one in, which slowly became two, and lastly three. The room was filled with your moans and the wet sound of him prepping you. “B-Billy please just- put your cock into me!” You started crying, it felt so good but you wanted him inside you. “Be patient, I don't want you to get hurt from my dick, unless you’re into that.” He gave your stomach a kiss. “Please, I’m begging PLEASE!” You didn’t notice but you yelled that, you were too into heaven. He pulled out his fingers and put a condom on his dick before slowing entering you. He wanted to enter slowly before he pounded into you so hard you can’t walk for a week.

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Once he fully entered you and bottomed out. He waited a few seconds before pulling back out and slamming into you, making both of you moan. You could barely feel anything he was thrusting into you so hard and fast. “Fuck. You feel so good!” He groaned into your ear, that was your last straw and you cummed. His thrusts didn’t stop, not even for a second. Your brain wasn’t even working properly to say anything, every time you opened your mouth a moan or his name came out. The room filled with moans and groans front the both of you and the sound of skin clapping.

You would’ve never though in a million years that you and Billy would ever have sex, he always came out to you as a straight man but turns out he was just in the closet. All it took for him to come out was you flirting and making plans with a girl.

You felt his thrust go faster and hearing him say he’s going to cum, you don’t even know if that’s what he really said, you can barely process anything with him hitting your prostate over and over and him marking you. You hear your name get called before the thrust slowly stop. “Billy..?” You could barely speak, he didn’t respond and just put his head on your shoulder and gave your cheek a kiss. He felt the need to apologize even though he had your full consent, he realized that he really had sex with his friend because he was jealous other people were hitting on you.

He cleaned you up and changed you into clean clothes before laying down with you, he noticed the time. “Do you still want to go to the party? We might be a little late.” You hit him, “Why would you ask me a dumb question like that? You just pounded into me like an animal in heat and I can barely stand but you still expect me to go to a party?!” He gave you a genuine smile, something that doesn’t happen often, “I was joking, also I hope you know this isn’t a one-time thing.”

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I lowkey hate this but it’s okay lollll,,, if you have any request dm me or comment them or smth. I only do male reader and if you request female I’ll ignore it.

Leave feedback if you have any, this is my first oneshot that I’ve posted to Tumblr

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r1vrrr · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x Amab Reader

cw. bottom! billy x dom! male reader

i wanted to write a steve fanfic but this was requested more 😭

There are many reasons why Billy hates Hawkins, Indiana. Being uprooted and dragged away from his life back in Cali to this place is in his top 5 reasons why his life is shitty. All his friends are thousands of miles away, and he’s stuck here alone, surrounded by the local hicks, high school cows, and forced to spend increasing amounts of time with Max, and his pathetic excuse of a family.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he could get his rocks off every now and then, but in Hawkins, the queer population is exactly zero. And for good reason. You wanna keep breathing, you don’t mention the fact that you might have a proclivity for dick.

He makes do with his left hand as best he can.

There is one good thing about this pathetic excuse of a town though. Y/N. Big-dicked Y/N. Billy would know, he’s ingrained the glances of Y/N’s dick he gets to have in the Gym showers into his mind. He’s only allowed a glance or two though. Everyone knows it’s perfectly normal for guys to check each other out in the showers. You’re just comparing merchandise. Billy does more than compare merchandise. He’s not an idiot though, he’s subtle about it. And Y/N?

Billy likes his merchandise.

Y/N is fucking hung. In the showers, whilst he’s soaping up Billy gets a glance or two at him and Y/N even flaccid, is long and thick. The first time he got a look, he knew he was fucked. And sure enough, that dick has been the star of every jerk-off fantasy Billy’s had since. Billy can admit to himself that he looks forward to those one or two glances he gets to have of Y/N’s cock a little too much. It’s pathetic as shit, but not much else Billy can do in this town.

Today he’ll get another chance to catch a few glimpses of Y/N in all his glory. Or he thought he would, but when the guys hit the showers after practice, Y/N didn’t appear to be joining them. Great. He’ll just have to survive with images from last week then. He takes his time showering, stays longer than the other guys, everyone leaving till it’s just Billy and the weak water pressure. Doesn’t notice the new figure walking in until he starts his shower beside Billy.

It’s Y/N, naturally. He’s under the water, letting the water flow through his hair and over his face and isn’t acknowledging Billy’s even there. Billy’s heart gives a little jump and he realizes this is the perfect opportunity. He stares, no one there to see him do it and Y/N’s got his eyes closed. So, Billy lets his eye drag up his body. From his calves to thighs, right to that tight ass, across his lean torso and then down to his cock and balls.

“Like what you see, Hargrove?” Y/N teases.

FUCK, Billy thinks, “You wish, Y/N” Billy scoffs looking away, but Christ, he can feel his face heat, his fucking ears burning, those traitorous bastards.

When he looks over at Y/N again, he’s smirking at him, washing over his torso with soap.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” Y/N remarks.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N?” Billy retorts, and shoves Y/N’s shoulder, stepping into his space. Billy’s heart is gonna beat straight out of his chest.

“It means, I’ve seen you looking before Hargrove, and not like how the other guys look. You look and for a split second, your face changes.” Y/N smirks at him.

Billy’s gonna fucking kill him, his breathing is increasing and he’s tensing up, waiting for Y/N to make the accusation. “Yeah? How does my face change, hmm?” Billy looks Y/N square in the eye when he says it, daring him to take this any further.

Y/N’s mocking smirk turns straight into a grin and he leans closer, Billy swears he sees him glance down at his lips for a second. “You get this look, of pure want” Y/N whispers, and then he kisses Billy, plants his lips firmly against his.

Billy’s whole body locks up and his arms shoot up to grab Y/N by his upper arms, planning to push him the fuck away and take a swing most likely, but Y/N stops kissing him all at once, and stares at Billy as he stares back, in mild shock.

“You gonna kiss me back, or just stand there stock-still?” Y/M says, smiling at him as if Billy’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and Billy’s freaking the fuck out right now. “Are you messing with me, Y/N? Cause if this is some kinda joke, I will bash your head in against these tiles” Billy warns.

Y/N leans in and whispers “Not a joke”, before planting his lips on Billy’s again. Billy relaxes, kisses back, and nearly melts into Y/N. Slides his arms up and around Y/N’s shoulders, gets his hand in that hair as he deepens the kiss. Opens his mouth and pushes his tongue against Y/N’s. Y/N wraps his arms around Billy’s lower back and pulls him closer. Their bodies collide and Billy feels his cock meeting Y/N’s, and fuck that feels good. They pull back, panting into each other’s mouths.

Billy glances down, sees Y/N’s half-hard against his hip and fuck, he’s huge. Blood rushes to Billy’s cock at the sight of it, and he knows what he wants. Has wanted it from the moment he saw Y/N in the showers. “You ever been sucked off by a guy before, Y/N?” Billy whispers.

“Fuck, Billy, no…not by a guy” Y/N pants out, his pupils wide.

“You wanna be?” Billy says, licking his lips.

Y/N nods, “Yeah, please…?”. That’s all Billy needs, he drops to his knees in front of Y/N, the tiles hard beneath him. Y/N’s cock is a fucking work of art, long and thick, curving upward. Billy takes a hold of him, feels the weight of him in his hand, the girth. And looks up at Y/N through his eyelashes.

“Fuck, look at you,” Y/N says, pushing his hand through Billy’s hair, practically petting him. Billy smirks and then licks straight up from the base of Y/N’s cock to the head before taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Y/N groans above him, and Billy can taste the precum that’s gathered at the tip. Gripping Y/N’s hips, Billy works on taking him deeper, bobbing his head and using his tongue to swirl around the head of Y/N’s cock. Billy loves this, hasn’t had it for weeks since moving to Hawkins and he plans to make the most of this opportunity.

Y/N is panting above him, making all these soft noises. Staring down at Billy like he can’t believe he’s real. “God, Billy” he pants out and Billy would smirk if his mouth wasn’t so full. He’s good at this, knows it, but Y/N is the biggest he’s ever had. Billy’s determined to make this the best head Y/N has ever gotten though. So, he closes his eyes and takes as much of Y/N into as throat as he can. Concentrating on not gagging and feeling the head of Y/N’s cock hit the back of his throat and pushes further.

Y/N lets out a noise that’s close to a shout and Billy opens his eyes and pulls off, panting. “Gotta stay quiet for me, Y/N. Can’t have anyone hearing” Billy says, and he continues to mouth at the head of Y/N’s cock. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be quiet” Y/N pants out. “You’re just, like, really good at that” Y/N says with a huff of laughter. This time, Billy does smirk, “Yeah, I know” and then promptly swallows Y/N down again. Y/N makes a cut off sound and Billy looks up as he’s bobbing his head to see Y/N biting into his fist

Billy can tell he’s gonna blow soon, so he really goes for it. Closing his eyes, he bobs his head faster, swirls his tongue around the head of Y/N’s cock and concentrates on getting as much of him into his mouth as he can manage. He’s got a pretty good rhythm going when Y/N’s grip in his hair starts getting tight, “Billy I’m gonna cum” Y/N manages to get out between the pants and small noises he’s making. Billy’s gives him all he’s got, increases his speed as much as he can, jaw aching and lungs burning until Y/N suddenly grips his hair tight and pushes his cock as far into Billy’s throat as it’ll go and then coming. Billy gags, grip tightening on Y/N’s thighs as he struggles to swallow the cum filling his mouth. Manages most of it but some leaks out past his lips. When Y/N finally comes down from his climax, he pulls out of Billy’s mouth.

Billy’s keeps his eyes closed and pants for air. Then Y/N is gripping his chin and bending over to lick the cum from the side of his mouth before plunging his tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s too tired to do much of anything, but slowly kiss back, letting Y/N explore his mouth with his tongue. Can likely taste himself, and Billy’s own cock throbs with the thought.

Eventually Y/N pulls back, and Billy opens his eyes to see Y/N regarding him. “You alright?” Y/N asks, and Billy huffs out a laugh.

“I’m so good, Y/N,” Billy says, still laughing. Y/N smiles at him before his eyes travel lower to Billy’s own painfully hard cock. “You want help with that?” He asks looking hungrily at Billy. Billy’s surprised but also fucking delighted, he thought Y/N would awkwardly thank him and then leave Billy in his own state of painful arousal. “What, you offering to help, handsome?” Billy says, raising an eyebrow at Y/N.

Y/N looks up at the two shower heads still spraying now, lukewarm water, before shutting them both off. “Lie back,” He says gesturing with his hands for Billy to lie down.

“On these fucking tiles? I don’t need fungus growing on my balls, Y/N.” Billy says, cause really, is he dumb?

“Yeah okay, fair enough, uh,” Y/N looks around before he seems to come to an idea. “Here, over here then,” he says offering his hand for Billy to take in getting up, which he does. Y/N leads him to the benches, between the row of lockers in the changing rooms. “Lie down.” Y/N instructs.

Billy doesn’t usually enjoy people telling him what to do, but he's excited for what Y/N has planned for him, so he lays back on the bench. Y/N smiles before planting his knees between Billy’s on the bench and bending over to hover his face above Billy’s dick. And holy fuck, Billy isn’t going to last long. “I’ve, uh, never actually done this before so, um,” Y/n mutters looking up at him.

“Yeah, figured as much Y/N, but I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load so you won’t need to do much,” Billy says, pushing his right hand through Y/N hair. “Right,” Y/N says, laughing a little before he licks right up Billy’s cock and takes the head in his mouth. “Fuck,” Billy exclaims, before biting down hard into his bottom lip to quiet himself.

Y/N was by no means an expert, but the mere sight of him looking up at Billy whilst he bobbed up and down had Billy’s gut tightening, and his orgasms rising fast. But fuck, Billy doesn't want this to end so fast, so he pants out a breath and tries to quell his orgasm.

Y/N was taking more of him into his mouth, closing his eyes with a look of concentration. His mouth is so wet and hot around Billy, and better than Billy ever imagined. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking hot,” Billy says, stroking his fingers through Y/N hair.

Y/N hums, and then did something unexpected, takes his right hand from Billy’s hip and slides his index and middle finger down Billy’s perineum to stroke them over Billy’s hole. Billy gasps, his toes curling. He cums so fast and hard, he doesn't even have time to warn Y/N, whose eyes widen when cum hits his tongue.

Billy can't even stop the noises spilling from his mouth, his orgasm blazing through him, and he can only hold on as Y/N continues to suck him through it. When the last wave of it hit, and Y/N pulls off, Billy feels so blissed out and relaxed, he doesn't think he ever wants to get up off this bench.

Opening his eyes, Y/N was looking at him with amusement in his eyes. “What’s so funny, Y/N?” Billy says, narrowing his eyes and daring Y/N to say something to ruin all of this. Y/N laughs a little, “Think I did a pretty good job for my first time” he says, smirking at Billy, clearly noticing how blissed out Billy looks.

Billy smirks back at him, “Don’t let it go to your head Y/N, I haven’t gotten any in weeks since moving to this shithole” Billy states, finally sitting up.

Y/N looks at him in confusion, “You have like, a new girl at your side every week, Billy” Y/N says, frowning confusedly.

Billy wanted to laugh, Y/N really wasn’t the sharpest, “I just came at the feeling of your fingers on my hole, Y/N, you really think I enjoy my time with those cows?” Billy says, laughing at Y/N’s face when it clicks in his mind.

“Oh, so what, you’re just keeping up appearances?” Y/N says, laughing a little.

“Yeah, don’t know if you’ve noticed but being a fag isn’t really celebrated around here,” Billy says, which is true for pretty much everywhere, but Billy knows in Hawkins his life would only get so much worse if it got out. Or the short period of time between when it got out and when his Dad found out and promptly murdered him.

Jesus, wonderful post-sex thoughts Y/N’s inspiring. Getting up and grabbing his towel, Billy quickly dries off. Y/N doing the same at his locker. “You know, my parents won’t be around later if you maybe, wanna come around?” Y/N says. Billy glances over at Y/N, what was he offering here? “You looking for round two, Y/N?” Billy smirks. Y/N rolls his eyes, smiling and says, “No, I’m offering to braid your hair and paint your nails.”

“Well why didn’t ye say so! See you later then, Y/N!” Billy says as he finishes dressing, sauntering past Y/N, as he felt his ass get smacked. Maybe Hawkins wasn't so bad.

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2braincellslz · 1 year

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Hi could you do sub! Billy Hargrove x male reader pls?

Domestic Tranquility

Desc: after you and Billy and Max all move in together, you and Billy share a domestic moment and cuddles kinda.

Notes: so I dont write smut as I am a child so as a improvisation-ish i wrote Soft/stay at home mom!Billy. Idk. I'm trying lmao. Also, as I'm not the biggest soft/sub!Billy stan so this probably sucks. Also it's really really short. Sorry :p

Billy was working in the kitchen, shuffling a pan with a omelet as Queen filled the room. He hummed along to the love song while looking out the window at Max running off the meet her friends with a Eggo in her hand.

Billy had moved out as soon as he graduated and took Max with him. He needed to get out of that hellscape and he knew he needed to take Max with him. Call it pity or wisdom or just that he knew how bad Neil was. So, he took Max with him.

Not only did he take Max with him but he also took his Boyfriend, Y/n, with him. Well, more like Y/n took them in. this was his house after all.

They were basically raising Max. Y/n had a stable job and Billy took care of the house while also working part time at the pool. Everything was sound and perfect.

All of their friends were also settling down. Steve and Eddie had moved in together as "just friends". Nancy and Robin had also moved in with Steve and Eddie. The kids were just about to graduate. Dustin had been accepted to a really high end college. Lucas had gotten a scholarship for baseball. Lucas's sister had taken over the Hellfire club. Everything was good.

Billy looked back down at what he was doing, sprinkling vegetables over the eggs.

He gasped as two arms wrapped around his waist. Y/n rested his head on Billy's shoulder, watching what he was doing.

"Jesus. You scared the ahit out of me." Billy smiled, folding the omelet in half.

"Max already left?" Y/n asked, rubbing his thumb over Billy stomach.

"Yeah. Lucas and the gang picked her up a bit ago. Why arnt you at work?" He asked, placing a hand over Y/Ns.

"Day off..." Y/N mumbled, hiding his face in the corner of Billy's neck.

"Then you can help me around the house." Billy slid the omelet on to a plate.

"No..." Y/n whined, pulling Bily closer.

"No?"

"All day cuddling..."

"I got chores."

"Please, pretty boy?"

"I have work to get done."

"Give me attention." Y/n groaned, shaking billy.

"God, fine. Go eat first!"

Y/n let go of Billy, taking the plate and sitting down. Billy was not far behind, sitting next to him with another plate of food.

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It wasnt long before they were back in bed. Billy was pressed up in to Y/n's chest. Some soft rock was filling their shared room but it was turned way down.

"You are... pretty..." YN smiled, playing with Billy's beautiful hair.

"Can it. You've already said that."

"Yeah, but you should know."

"You are getting annoying."

Y/n smiled kissing the top of Billy's head, pulling his beloved closer.

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gayfanservice · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Stolen from my other account @/somethingsomethingfanfiction

Death, gore, violence, spoilers for S3, edited

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Billy swore as honking echoed throughout the house, grabbing his work bag and slinging a tank top over his torso as he rushed around his room. “Billy, your friend is here!”

“I know! God,” He swore, rushing towards the door, startling Max as she stared at Billy. “What?” She stuttered, “Mom said-”

“I know.” His tone changed as he leaned towards Max, “Hey, why don’t you mind your business and stay away from my room.” Billy mocked her with his words, backing her away from his room. Honking took Billy’s attention. He gave a glance at Max before shutting his door and shoving past her.

Neil stopped his son from the couch, a shitty romance movie playing as Susan sat beside him, “Hey, Billy, why don’t you tell your friend that the doorbell works.” He heard a quiet “Sure.” Neil turned his head, a glare making its way to Billy’s face, “What was that?” Susan’s attention stayed on the TV, afraid of interjecting with Neil. “I’ll let him know,” Billy waited as Neil turned his attention back to the cheesy movie before leaving.

The door closed with a click as Billy inhaled a shaking breath, running a hand through his hair as the fear died down. Another honk, along with music blasting from the car, filled Billy’s ears. He huffed, annoyed that (Y/N) had decided the best way to get Billy to come out was to continuously honk for over five minutes. He yanked the door open, (Y/N) staring at him through his sunglasses, hand still on the horn. He grinned, “Bill! What a nice surprise. Glad you could come.”

Billy threw his bag into the car, climbing in as (Y/N) turned the music down. “The doorbell works, asshole.” (Y/N) snorted as he pulled out of the driveway, “Where’s the fun in that? Wanted to make sure you were awake.” The two sat in silence as (Y/N) drove to the pool, “So… how’s the girl?” Billy snorted in disgust, “Jesus, she’s fine.” (Y/N) hummed as the light turned red, “Y’know, you should really try to be nicer to her.”

“Oh my god.” Billy’s head fell into his hand as he leaned into the window. “Look, I’m just-”

“Will you just leave it!” (Y/N) kept his eyes on the road as Billy huffed, running his hands through his hair before taking a pack of cigarettes out of his swim shorts. “If you like her so damn much why don’t you be her brother?” (Y/N) stayed quiet as Billy lit the cigarette, taking a puff and exhaling it out of the window. “All I’m saying is do you really want her to end up like you?” Silence took over the car as (Y/N) swallowed his spit, a shaky exhale following.

(Y/N) glanced at Billy, agitation taking over his face as he snatched the cigarette and threw it out his open window. “You know I hate smoking.” Billy rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

——————

The sound of gunshots came from the TV, lighting up the living room with each laser-like sound popping up on screen. (Y/N) groaned from the kitchen, realizing he had ran out of his favorite soda and had to go shopping for more. He closed the fridge with a huff. (Y/N) made his way to the couch, the light from the TV helping him navigate around his tiny apartment. He plopped down with a sigh, relaxing into the soft cushions, pulling the tank top down as it rode up with his movement. He sat in the dimly lit room, annoyed with the lack of soda but enjoying himself with whatever action movie he was watching.

Quick, hard knocks startled him. (Y/N) ignored it, settling back down into the couch. The knocking came again, faster and harder, banging on his door. (Y/N) quickly got up, pausing the movie, and made his way towards the door, heart beating. He was ready to make a dash to the kitchen. Just in case.

He looked into the peep hole.

(Y/N) sighed in annoyed relief, unlocking his door and swinging it open. “Bill, it’s two AM-” Billy shoved (Y/N) into his apartment, kicking the door shut as he held a hand over (Y/N)’s mouth, his body close with one hand holding (Y/N)’s against the wall.

(Y/N) struggled against Billy, punching him in the gut with his free hand. Billy groaned as he bent, his hand lowering from his mouth. “What the fuck are you doing!” (Y/N) shook, his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence. Billy struck him in the jaw, his hand immediately going to (Y/N)’s neck as he pressed a switchblade against (Y/N)’s stomach. “Stay still.”

(Y/N) was dazed. His jaw ached. Blood dripped down his chin as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He was struggling to breath. Billy was stronger, and (Y/N) was terrified.

——————

Billy continued his advances as the bullets hit his windshield, paying no mind to them. Nancy watched as the car got closer, fast, as the sound of the pistol firing echoed into the distance. Jonathan started the car behind her, the kids watching as Billy wouldn’t stop.

Nancy froze, the car mere inches away from her before Billy was driven off course, spinning out. “You okay?”

“Ask me tomorrow?”

“Holy shit.” The two watched as the Mind Flayer climbed to the top of the mall, Jonathan stopping beside them, “Get in!” The two teenagers climbed into the trunk, watching as the Mind Flayer crushed the Toddfather and chased them away from Starcourt.

The lights of a car flickered on behind them.

“Um, guys,” Steve watched the car pull out of the darkness behind them, overtaking the Mind Flayer, “We got more company!”

“What?!” Jonathan looked through the side-view mirror, headlights coming closer. “Who is that?” The two in the back looked at each as the car got closer, “Did Billy get a new car already already?!”

Black, bulging veins gripped the steering wheel. A neutral expression over his face as he chased the car believed to have Eleven.

Starcourt.

The Mind Flayer turned around as he continued forward. “The Flayer’s turning around!” The car got closer. Steves smile fell, “But the car isn’t!”

“Shit.” Jonathan muttered, “Alright, hang on tight!” Jonathan swerved, staring (Y/N) is the eyes as he drove by. Everyone screamed as they were bumped around. Jonathan drove, following the road back to Starcourt. (Y/N) came to a stop, staring ahead into the darkness. “No, don’t make me, please.” His breathing quickened, screaming as his body did its best to curl up. He hit the steering wheel over and over again, bashing his head into it. “Don’t make me do it! Please!” He sobbed.

He stopped, a neutral expression taking over his features again. He drove around, making his way towards Starcourt. Tears un-wiped and still falling. A flash of pain took over his body. He screamed out as pain flashes appeared and disappeared as quickly as they came. (Y/N) slammed his head against the steering wheel again, his vision going black as the car collided into a tree.

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“Billy!” Max cried as a toothed tentacle dug into Billy’s chest, crushing his heart between the weight of his spin. No one could believe their eyes as Billy Hargrove sacrificed himself for Eleven.

Max was stuck in place, crying as she watched the toothed tentacle lunge at Eleven. “Don’t you dare!” The meat monster growled as the piece of flimsy wood broke on one of the meat-tentacles, “That went a lot better in my head.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Max?!” He turned, a giant gash on his forehead leaking blood to his shirt accompanied by a nose bleed. Max cried as she looked at (Y/N), crying in both relief and hurt. “Oh, Billy,” (Y/N) felt tears swell into his eyes as he stared at his best friends body. “Just… stay behind me.” He stood in front of the girls, hand out in a protective manner. The Mind Flayer gurgled a hiss as it sent it’s meaty tentacles towards the three. Pain invaded his torso as teeth sunk into his belly fat, blood spilling onto his already bloody shirt. “No!” The fanged meat tentacle flung (Y/N) into the wall, crushing him as he screamed.

“Stop!” The head of the tentacle flung off his body as the Mind Flayer screeched, bits and pieces of (Y/N)’s skin going with it as it collided into the floor. Eleven held her hand in place, her nose bleeding as she cried from all pain, terror, and guilt. The Mind Flayer turned it’s attention to Eleven once again, growling and hissing at her, stumbling as it tried to advance, falling down and melting into a flesh puddle, defeated.

Max ran towards (Y/N), falling to her knees as she cried, “(Y/N), please! Say something!”

“I’m so sorry, Max.” His voice cracked, staring at Billy’s body, “I didn’t want to do it, I swear.” Max hugged him, “I know, I know,” (Y/N) hugged her with a bloody hand, both crying. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” (Y/N) cried into her shoulder, “I couldn’t do anything, I’m so, so sorry, Max.” They hugged as military troops stormed the area, only breaking it as paramedics carried him to an ambulance.

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kanataka-san · 8 days

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*Billy is alive and his car is fine takes places in season 4*

Jason: since you dont want to tell me where he is maybe this will help you reconsider *ready to punch (Y/N)*

Billy: *getting out of the camaro* Touch him, I dare you

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goodboywritings · 2 years

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thinking about subby!billy hargrove mmm...

cw: dacryphilia, begging

pushing his smug face against the wall

"that's your best pretty boy?"

oh but he'd eat his words soon

rubbing him through his pants, making him a whining mess

i know he'd take a while to submit but when he does?

oh lord.

"F-fuck— haah"

he'd be so pretty and good

i feel like he'd be a crybaby

sobbing weakly from just a few fingers

and if you fucked him? jesus.

he wouldn't know where to go, gripping the wall just to steady himself

"P-please sir- fuck- so deep"

he'd beg for more, those pretty plump lips parted as he whimpers

and when he cums? fuck.

his whole body would shake

he can't even speak from his orgasm.

"m-mhm- haaah-"

he'd be a sloppy mess <333

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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content: bondage, cock ring, edging, dry orgasm, facial, hands-free orgasm, no beta + im tired

“Fucking hell, you bastard,” Billy groaned at you, rolling his eyes again. He didn’t even know how long you’d been at it, it felt like hours. His mind was fogging over, as if he was a puddle on your mattress. He could feel you hit his prostate again, your hips thrusting into his.

“Now that’s no way to talk to me, baby,” You smirked. He wanted to wipe it off your stupid face. The second he opened his mouth to tell you off, you started the vibrator up again.

His hands were tied to the bed, lifted above him. You’d bought a vibrating cock ring not that long ago, and he knew you were just waiting for the chance to use it.

And he gave you the perfect chance.

In all honesty, he’d forgotten about your ‘punishment’ idea. He’d gone around flirting at some nobody’s party, giving the girls a few winks and mediocre pick up lines. You’d had enough about half way through, dragging him back to your house and tying him up.

He was still deciding if he regretted it or not.

“You gonna let me cum, fucker?” He asked, glaring as best he could. It was barely threatening considering he was moaning like a bitch the whole time. You were thrusting slower than he wanted you to, but every effort to grind down on your cock only made you move away from him.

You slapped him clean across the face, a soft red print appearing on his cheek. He was almost ashamed at the moan he let out.

“You wanna cum? You stop fuckin’ talking back.” You slammed your hips into his, hitting his prostate dead on. His mouth fell open, a small, dry orgasm taking over his body. His dick twitched rapidly, his tip flushed red.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whimpers he let out. You didn’t stop fucking him, ignoring the slurred begging leaving his mouth.

“You were talking so big just a second ago,” You chuckled, watching him weakly tug at the ropes around his wrists. Your thrusts sped up and the sound of skin slapping filled your bedroom. “If you want anything you’re gonna be a good hole, got it?”

Billy bit his lip so hard he was surprised it didn’t bleed. “Shit- fuckin- fine! Just make me fuckin’ cum, L/n.” Billy rolled his eyes, rolling his hips on yours as fast as he could.

You let out a pleasurable sigh, gripping his hips tight as you slammed into him. Your head was tilted back, eyes watching his flushed form.

“Toys don’t fucking talk,” You reminded, dragging him up and down your cock. He was clenching you tight, practically trying to squeeze your orgasm out of you.

You saw him open his mouth before thinking better of it and shutting up.

“Gonna make me cum, pretty boy,” You huffed. “This slutty hole’s squeezing me so tight.” His moan was pornographic, mouth completely open as your thrusts grew more erratic.

You reached down to his cock, stroking in sync with your thrusts. He started squirming under you, the feeling of needing to cum burning in his stomach. It never came though, leaving him one the edge of a real orgasm.

Unfortunately for him, you pulled away. He let out a whimper, one you were sure he’d deny if you ever asked about it again.

“Fuckin’ hell! Do I get to cum or not,” Billy questioned his tone bratty and frustrated. He seemed to realize his mistake a second later, quickly correcting himself. “I’ll be your good little toy, please sir, just let me cum. Your dick, your mouth, your fucking fingers, I don’t care. Pleasepleaseplease.”

You deemed his begging enough, but he wasn’t getting off that easy.

You leaned into him, one hand wrapping around his throating and squeezing. You slid off the cock ring, causing his flushed dick to twitch at your touch.

“You cum without any help, or you don’t cum at all.”

He attempted to move his hands, as if they’d come untied in the past minute. Realizing he was getting no assistance, he groaned, hips bucking upward. He was already so close, he was almost certain he could cum.

After putting the ring next to you, your hand went down to your cock, stroking it as fast as you could. With Billy’s high moans and flushed face, his cock twitching and leaking precum, you met your own orgasm.

You covered his face in ropes of cum, a few drops landing in his hair and some in his open mouth. He didn’t seem to mind, instead swallowing almost instantly.

“Fuckin’ cumrag,” You groaned, the last few drops dripping onto his shoulder. You studied his face, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Pretty little whore.”

His hips bucked upward, attempting to fuck the air.

“Fuck fuck fuck, makin’ me cum so hard sir!” His moans grew more high pitched until cum finally spurted from his cock. It was far more than he expected. His orgasm was intense enough for him to see white, he wasn’t even sure if he was conscious for all of it.

When he finally came down from his high, you’d already gotten a towel and were cleaning him off. He hadn’t even heard you leave.

“You back with me, pretty boy?” He rolled his eyes at the nickname, though he gave you a small nod. The towel was cool, a welcome sensation against his burning skin.

When you tossed the towel aside, he lazily pulled you down to him by the arm. He was hardly strong enough to move you, but you followed his pull anyway.

“Love you,” He mumbled, half asleep.

You smirked, “what was that?”

“You fuckin’ heard me.”

You chuckled at his expression. His eyes were already shut and his breathing was slowly growing steadier.

“Love you too, Billy.”

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famwhy · 10 months

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Right Way Up (02)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

Note: Sorry for the wait, my loves, but here's Eddie, Steve, and Billy to make it up to you 💕

prev part. masterlist. next part.

02. bring unto me vanity

enter: billy hargrove

YOU stood there, expression blank as you stared mindlessly into the Eddie Munson. It almost felt as though all your thoughts had left you the moment you bumped into him—flooding out in an endless, blank stream of nothingness you couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Then—not even seconds later—it all came rushing back.

Scenes of him lying in a pool of his own crimson, straining as he told Dustin about how he didn't run away—how he wasn't a coward for once. Scenes of the town believing he was some sort of satanic worshipper—vandalising his missing posters with pentagrams after he had just died protecting them. Scenes of Dustin informing Eddie's uncle of his noble death with tears streaming down his face; unrelenting in their cruel pace.

Scenes that always shot straight through your heart no matter how many times you rewatched them.

"Woah, hey, are you o—?"

You couldn't help it—the way you flew into his chest, arms wrapping around his back in a hug so tight—so inextricably emotional—that even the most affectionate of lovers, the most intimate of partners, would envy your outpour of emotions in that one embrace.

You couldn't help it because—because he was here. And he was okay. And he was alive—oh god, he was alive.

"Wha—?"

And apparently, he was also confused.

Get it together, Y/N. What kind of weirdo randomly throws themselves onto a stranger like that?

But he wasn't a stranger though, he was a character you had watched and grown attached to on screen; a beloved character you had witnessed die over and over again without being able to do a single thing about it.

But, a small voice prodded in the back of your mind, maybe you could do something now?

"Are you... okay?"

You blinked, further scattering a wet substance across your eyelashes. "Oh, yeah, um... it's just that—"

You didn't deserve to die, Eddie.

"—well, everyone is always so mean to you and— they're always like, calling you a freak just because you like playing a fantasy, role-playing game and it's just— it's so unfair because you seem like such a nice guy who doesn't deserve any of the shit that you get and I'm just— I'm so sorry!"

Ah, maybe you let out a little too much there, judging by the way he reacted.

His mouth had hung open, brown eyes wide in what you could only describe as disbelief, bewilderment and utter, utter shock.

For a moment, you were worried that you had accidentally made him malfunction or something; maybe said some type of dialogue that he couldn't compute and, therefore, couldn't respond to—like some sort of unaware NPC being told that they weren't real—which, in a way, is quite similar to his actual circumstance anyhow.

But then, to your utter surprise, he spoke again; in a tone that seemed light, almost—playful, even—"woah, uh, you always psychoanalyse people when you first meet?"—but... there was a waver in his voice, a vulnerability breaking through.

And you knew; you knew he was trying so hard not to let it break through.

Oh Eddie...

"No, sorry, uh—" you cut yourself off, pulling away to rest your arms against your sides, to really look him in the eyes as you offered, "—do you want to be friends?"

"Woah, hold up, Y/N L/N, the Y/N L/N—the Queen of Hawkins High herself—"

Queen of Hawkins High? You knew you were popular but—Queen? Damn.

"—is asking me, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, if I want to be her friend?"

His words ushered the corners of your lips down and you felt that familiar constricting feeling in your heart again. "Don't call yourself a freak, Eddie. You're not. Please don't ever refer to yourself that way."

Cue the look of absolute astonishment making its way back onto his face.

"I uh—"

"Please, Eddie." Your fingers intertwined, eyes widening in what you hoped—prayed—was a look that resembled irresistible puppy dog eyes—

"Well, how the hell am I meant to deny you when you give me that look, sweetheart?"

—and resemble them it did.

"So, does that mean—?"

He smirked. "Yes, Queenie, I'll be your friend."

The voice at the back of your mind was louder now, hope swirling together with mere hypothetical scenarios to grant you a vision—a world in which Eddie survived the bat attack he was subjected to in season 4; a world in which you saved him.

And hey, if you were lucky, maybe you'd be able to protect him from all the awful bullying he was a victim of as well. Lord knew he didn't deserve it.

"So, would you mind me sitting in on one of your DnD campaigns?"

He blinked, looking confused for what was probably the nth time. "You know what DnD is?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I, uh, know someone who plays it. I mentioned it just now, remember? Definitely not a game that encourages satanism."

A bubble of laughter left his lips—and you swore you felt a swirl of warmth gather in your chest—his pretty eyes crinkling up as he said, "yeah, it definitely isn't." Then, his hand rose up to the back of his neck before he continued, albeit awkwardly, "I uh, actually have one today after school, if you wanna..?"

He trailed off but you knew what he was about to ask—and so—smiled at him as you confirmed, "I would love to."

"Great!" He beamed—rather cutely, if you did say so yourself—before immediately faltering, and soon, his hand was back on his neck. "We should probably head to English, huh?"

So you shared your next lesson together? Sweet. Saved you the hassle of running around like a headless chicken trying to find your class.

You let Eddie lead the way, following behind him with a pep in your step as you passed by doors upon doors, each looking just as beat-up as the last—but you were too over-the-moon to criticise their condition.

Perhaps the reason you were so happy was because you genuinely befriended a super nice, super fun guy that you always wanted to talk to when watching the show. Perhaps it was because you knew you had a shot at saving him; at giving him another chance to live in this fictional world. Either way, your mood had definitely lifted and for that, you were grateful—

"Munson, L/N, you two are late."

—until, of course, you weren't.

Having arrived at class, you were met with a chorus of gasps sent your way, almost every single jaw dropping to the floor as soon as their eyes landed on you and your companion.

The lady in front of you had her arms crossed over her busty chest, eyes narrowed specifically at one of the two of you and said person seemed to be very aware of it.

Eddie parted his lips, a grin manifesting on his face as he seemed to gear himself up for some sort of speech; one that would never get to leave his lips—at least, not on your watch.

"Sorry, miss, I held him up a little." Your lips stretched into a sheepish smile as you shrugged.

Not bothering to hear what she had to say—because why would you?—you made your way over to one of the empty seats at the back. There was another one in the middle of the room—one surrounded by broad-shouldered kids all adorning the same, bright varsity jackets—but, you would much rather be taking the seat away from them.

Besides, the back seat had an empty one right next to it.

As soon as your thighs landed on the smooth—yet highly uncomfortable—surface of the wooden chair, you tilted your head up, eyes meeting with the sweet character you were just walking with, before one of your hands rose up and gestured towards the other empty seat right next to you.

Another gawk. Another chorus of dramatic gasps.

Oh my God, it's not that big a deal.

"Well, Mister Munson? Will you be taking your seat or will you keep holding the whole class up?"

Snickers; mocking and malevolent in their nature—all bouncing off the walls of the room and into your ears, edging your lips down.

It didn't seem to bother Eddie though, who only let out his own sheepish chuckle before making his way down the row of beaten desks to the empty one beside you.

Your lips twitched back up, then he opened his mouth—"you weren't kidding about wanting to be my friend, huh?"—and you found them twitching down once again.

"Of course not, Eddie. I'm not that—"

A new voice abruptly cut you off. "Ahem. Now where was I?"

You couldn't speak for the remainder of the class, but that didn't stop you from communicating with Eddie regardless. All you had to do was rip out a page from your notepad, write a quick 'I meant what I said', scrunch it up and throw it his way.

You had then propped your head up on your hand, elbow resting on the bumpy table as you leaned forward to really gauge his reaction. The goofy way his lips had tugged up was very much infectious and you smiled as he furiously scribbled back a response before sneaking a quick glance at you—one that resulted in him freezing up, eyes widening and pink rushing to his cheeks in a way that was so cute, you couldn't help but widen your smile.

His blush grew deeper.

He was quick to pull himself back together though, and soon, the rest of the lesson was filled with the two of you tossing that same, crinkled sheet of paper back and forth—each time filling it with more and more ink as small giggles bubbled out of your mouths; childish and carefree with a hint of awe. You felt like a middle schooler all over again—it was nice, it was fun—

—so fun, in fact, that time passed by like a flash of lightning and, before you even knew it, a 'brrring!' rang through the air; one that had you rushing over to Eddie's side, ready to accompany him out the door. Were you being a little clingy? Maybe. But it was the Eddie Munson, who wouldn't be clingy?

"Oh wow, being waited on by a queen, boy do I feel special," his words were accompanied by a light tone you'd heard many a time over the TV, one you absolutely adored.

"You should feel special. You're awesome, Eddie. I'll stop at nothing until you realise that."

He paused again, that pink colour from earlier returning to reign terror on his cheeks once more.

What a cutie.

You watched as he continued packing the remainder of his stuff in his bag, eyes trained on the glint of his solid-metal rings that would disappear and reappear from behind the rough cotton. Damn, how did they make him look so much more attractive?

Eddie was really attractive, you had no idea how no one in the school seemed to notice. The way his bouncy, brown curls framed his face—perfectly complimenting that pretty pair of eyes he was so lucky to have; the way he would exaggerate his hand gestures like a true drama queen—playfully joking about with a charm that seemed signature to him; the way he always seemed to—

"Uh, ready to go?"

You blinked. "Huh? Oh yeah."

How long had he been standing there with his bag slung over his shoulder?

"So, sweetheart, I was thinking... for DnD later, do you wanna join in or, uh, just sit and watch?"

"Oh, well, I'm not too—"

A pang; shot straight through your arm like a bullet—and all of a sudden, your whole body jerked to the side, eyes landing on a pair of brown ones; different to the ones you were just staring into.

The very pair of brown eyes that had been the first ones to greet you in this world.

"Ack! Steve!"

He was frowning, brows furrowed and eyes filled with so much dejection, you found yourself wanting to do nothing more than wrap him up in a loving hug and tell him he was worth the whole world.

"N/N," his voice came out soft, afraid, "what was that earlier? Did I... do something? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, please don't avoid me."

Dear lord, was he whimpering?

"No! Steve! No, no, no, no," you frantically shook your head from side-to-side, mentally beating yourself up for making him upset, "I just— I overreacted because of my arm."

One more cute, inquisitive stare from him and you finally broke. Damn his puppy dog eyes, was this how Eddie felt when you used them on him?

With a light sigh, your fingers found their way down the sleeve of your jacket, slowly bunching the material up to reveal the graying gauze underneath—yikes, looked like it was due for a change.

"Gah!"

Another tug—on your wrist this time—had you tumbling forward, almost smacking straight into Steve's chest had you not planted your feet and caught yourself in time.

He was so close—you could feel his breath on the bare skin of your arm, feel the warmth that radiated off his form. The proximity was almost causing you to lose focus in your vision, colours blending in to create blobs of indecipherable objects.

It didn't seem to bother him though, judging by the way his eyes stayed trained onto your bandages—not straying from them for even a second. Ever the caring one.

"What happened?"

"Oh, uh, just a wolf attack. It's nothing really."

"It's not nothing—" he finally looked up, gazing straight into your eyes with that familiar sense of concern given to you at the start of the day, and the day you arrived—you know? the one that never failed to give you a plethora of butterflies in your stomach? "—you're hurt. That could never be nothing."

Your breath was stolen from you for a few moments—unfairly and unlawfully—but soon, with a shake of your head, it (along with your vision) was seized once more. "Steve. I'm okay, really."

"At least let me take you to each class, please."

Well, when he put it like that—

But, in all seriousness, this was the perfect temporary solution to your problem and you were being handed it on a silver platter thanks to Steve. If you two really were as close as everyone claimed you to be, then Steve would definitely have your timetable memorised, meaning you wouldn't have to arise further suspicion by asking for a physical copy.

And have it memorised, he did. The rest of the day, he accompanied you to every class, looming behind you like a bodyguard and flat-out refusing to let you carry your stuff. Even when lunch came around and another pair of pompoms came to grab you, Steve was there to shut her down, not even giving you a chance to consider going to practice. Not that you would—you weren't stupid.

Soon, the end of the day rolled around and Steve was stood at the doorframe of your class, muscled arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wood with one foot crossed over the other.

"Let me drive you home."

You paused, hand frozen mid-air with a book slotted between your fingers. "It's okay, Cain's picking me—"

Just then, a thought occurred to you, and your mind dragged you back to your conversation in the early morning.

("I uh, actually have one today after school, if you wanna..?")

"—up..."

Oh shit, Eddie.

The book in your hand was inside your bag within milliseconds and you were right out the door in even less time than that, Steve's body having been slightly pushed aside in your haste.

"Woah, what's going—?"

You turned back around abruptly, almost causing him to bump into you had he not halted in time. "Do you know where Hellfire is?"

"Hellfire? That cult club?"

Your eye twitched. "It's not a cult—and I need to speak to Eddie."

His brows furrowed and his lips tugged down, expression shifting with an emotion you didn't have the time to decipher. "Eddie as in Eddie Munson? Super Senior Eddie Munson? Eddie 'The Freak' Munson?"

"He's not a freak, don't call him that." You narrowed your eyes before continuing, "and yeah, I mean Eddie Munson. So do you know where he is?"

"Why do you wanna know where Munson is?"

"I need to talk to him, Steve, now can you tell me where Hellfire is or not?"

"Are you sure? I mean, that kid sells some real serious shit and I don't want you—"

"Steve." Your arms folded over one another and you gave him the best stern look you could muster.

Luckily, it seemed to do the trick, and soon, he let out a large breath before briskly walking forward.

You blinked, watching as his back shrank with each step.

"You coming or what?"

Then, your lips stretched into a grin. "Coming! Thanks, Stevie!"

He didn't respond—and you could have been imagining it—but, your ears seemed to have picked up on a hitch in his throat.

Cute.

Steve led the way and you passed by a multitude of bland, white lockers—or well, meant to be white, they were obviously going grey with age though—before you found yourself standing in front of yet another tall, wooden door.

You rose a fist... and lightly knocked on it three times.

A muffled shout greeted you; a sign to open the door, probably.

Palm rested against the cold surface of the knob, you twisted your wrist and gently pushed against the weight of the wood.

A multitude of chairs, each one seating a wide-eyed member of the rejected club, with one specific throne placed at the head of a rather long table—Eddie's seat.

Speaking of the club leader, his arms stretched out the moment you peeked through the gap. "Miss Queen Bee! How nice of you to join us!"

You didn't even pay mind to the many gawks sent your way, practically used to it all by now.

"Hey Eddie!" You beamed and he smiled with just as much enthusiasm—though you swore you heard a growl coming from behind you. "I'm so sorry! I know I said I'd join you guys for this campaign but I completely forgot about my brother coming to pick me up! I'm so so so so sorry! I promise I'll join you next time!"

His shoulders sagged and he practically deflated, smile faltering as his eyes dimmed in lighting. It was only for a few seconds though, not even that long honestly, and soon, he was sending a gentle smile full of so much understanding your way—you almost flew over to give him another huge hug of utmost gratitude.

"It's okay, I get it. See you tomorrow?" His brows rose up and his eyes swirled with a sense of hopefulness you could never bring yourself to shut down.

"Of course," you spoke softer, eyes losing any hint of a sharp edge as you addressed him, "see you tomorrow!"

His smile was back, bright and blinding as ever—but before you could enjoy it any longer, your arm was tugged on and another pang shot through.

"Ack! Steve, seriously?!" You looked his way just in time to catch his furrowed brows and heavy frown, but his expression quickly shifted from one of fury to one of panic.

Wait... fury?

"Shit. Sorry, I completely forgot." He quickly took his hand off your arm in lieu of placing it on your shoulder, any hints of that previous expression now completely gone.

Did you just... imagine it?

"We should go, your brother's probably waiting for you."

"Yeah, uh—" you placed your hand over his own, brows furrowed and expression not all there, "—let's go."

Well that was confusing.

It wasn't long after your puzzling interaction that you found the grey, beat-down truck belonging to your eldest brother—parked up near the front of the school building with few vehicles nearby.

He was sat behind the wheel, elbow rested against the open window and used cig between his two fingers—still leaking the toxic gas youth in the 80s seemed to be so obsessed with.

"I'm guessing you wanna take her to school again, huh Harrington?"

Not wasting a second, your best friend nodded.

"Well, you never failed me before so I guess it's fine. If she's okay with it, of course."

Steve, once again, gave you those big, pleading eyes and—c'mon—how the hell do you refuse that?

"'Course it's fine with me, Stevie."

His lips quirked up and his eyes brightened much like Eddie's had earlier—though, unlike Eddie, Steve opted to go farther when expressing his delight.

How far? Well, his arms had wrapped themselves around your waist and you found yourself being pulled into a warm, sturdy chest—so, that far, you guessed.

You weren't quite... used to receiving affection so frequently—especially by a male friend. Though, judging by how naturally it seemed to come to Steve, he was normally quite touchy with you.

Now, you didn't particularly mind it, it was just... foreign to you—but, with time, you would definitely grow used to it. Besides, it was Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who wouldn't want a daily hug from him?

"Alright, you two, break it up." Cain narrowed his eyes. "Don't think I don't see those wandering hands, Harrington. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

A particularly loud noise—that sounded like someone clearing their throat—came from beside you. It was followed by a sudden breeze against your waist and the following words—"they, uh, they weren't wandering."

"Sure." Then, with a flick of a finger, Cain's cigarette was sent flying through the air. "C'mon sis, time to go home."

"They weren't wandering, N/N—"

"I know they weren't, Stevie." You chuckled. "He was just teasing you."

You didn't let him respond—opting, instead, to ghost your fingers over his arm and wiggle them in one last goodbye before making your way around the truck, kicking a pebble or two while you were at it.

Your hand slotted between the handle and the knob, and with a pull—accompanied by a step up—you were off, leaving the dazed form of Harrington in the dust.

Houses, one after the other—zooming by in a blur of colours; of people and cars that still seemed so surreal to you. Being in the 80s was so... weird. There was one thing you hated for sure though—the lack of mobile phones.

Like, seriously?! What did a girl have to do in order to get some entertainment around here?! The TV shows weren't good and the VFX in films was enough to make you empty your stomach contents in a gross assortment of sickly green vomit. Maybe you were being spoiled but damn, living without the Internet to entertain you sucked.

"We've got new neighbours," Cain's voice pierced through your thoughts, "just moved in a bit ago."

New neighbours? Could it be...?

"When'd they move in?"

"A day or two ago." He shrugged.

"How did I not notice?" That question was more for yourself than him.

"We didn't particularly let you." But he answered anyway.

"Right. Did you see who they were?"

"They have a son, 'bout your age. Why? Do you wanna hook up with him or something?"

You slowly turned his way, expression scrunching up. "No, ew, you're gross."

"What? You're a teenager, it's only natural."

"True—but also, dude!"

His shoulders bounced up and down as he chuckled at your misery. Big brothers sure sucked sometimes.

"Alright, we're home. Get out, shithead."

You playfully rolled your eyes but obliged, jumping out of the elevated truck with a big swing of your arms before landing on the ground—a light 'thud' following after. Thank god you were on the sidewalk and not sinking into mud right now.

Well, now was as good a time as ever to test your little theory of who, exactly, had moved in to the previously-empty house next to yours.

Your eyes flickered to the side, scanning the house and frowning at the empty driveway that greeted you.

No blue camaro.

Maybe he was out on a drive? Cooling off some steam by recklessly going over the speed limit?

"What are you doing standing around? Get."

Guess it'd have to wait until tomorrow.

You twisted open the door to your house and were immediately greeted with the sound of grunts and plastic harshly smacking against plastic coming straight from the opening closest to you.

"What d'you wanna eat?" Cain's voice calls from behind you.

"You can cook?"

He sent you a weird look and you found yourself wanting to rip off a piece of duck tape, coat it in the most sticky glue you could find, and slap it bang in the middle of your lips.

"I've always cooked for the three of us."

"Right. Yes. You have always done that. Silly me." With a tiny giggle, you looked off to the side to eye the suddenly-very-interesting wall.

"Oookay, what do you want then?"

What did you want? You weren't particularly in the mood for anything—your mind was way too occupied for choices right now. How could you worry about food when your brain constantly replayed the events of the demodog attack and scenes that happened in Stranger Things as a whole?

"Alright—" you blinked, tossing your gaze forward again to see Cain heading to the kitchen, raising one rough arm to wave dismissively in your direction, "—I'll just make lasagne."

Then, you jumped as you heard a yell from the other room. "Fine by me!"

Maybe you could ask Curt if he had anymore info on the family next door. You were fairly certain it was who you thought it was but better safe than sorry, huh?

"Currtt."

You appeared from behind a pillar, slowly walking over to your second eldest brother with the most artificial smile you'd ever worn on your face.

"What?" His fist continued colliding with the bag.

"Do you know anything about our new neighbours?"

"Why the hell would I give a damn?"

Immediately, your smile fell. "Useless."

"What was that, you little shit?"

So much for getting info from him.

Well, you had time to spare so you might as well spend it gathering your thoughts some more.

First things first, you had no idea how to get back to your world—and to be entirely honest—you weren't sure if that was your top priority as much as surviving was. This was Stranger Things, a world that contained a hidden dimension filled to the brim with bloodthirsty, plant monsters that could, quite literally, rip you limb from limb.

There was also one glaring question that really stood out to you; one that prodded the back of your mind earlier today; that had you leaping into Eddie's arms in the first place. Could—

"Alright, shitbirds, dinner's ready!"

"Fucking finally."

Well, guess you had to wait for some other time to contemplate that question.

All three of you gathered at the table to eat and, as your fork prodded against the pasta sheets on your plate, you found yourself eyeing the two extra seats—empty and unoccupied. Were they for guests? Or perhaps... your parents?

Did you even have parents in this world? Curt and Cain never spoke about it—you never really saw anyone in the house other than them so... were you parent-less? It made sense seeing as Cain was the one who cooked for you three—a fact you weren't privy to before because of... wait, why didn't he cook before? You had been in this world for a few days now and you hadn't been cooked a single meal since arriving.

"Hey, Cain?" You turned to the eldest, keen on finding an answer to your question.

"Hm?"

"How come you never cooked before?"

"I have cooked before, what are you talking about?" He rose a brow.

Shit. Careful with phrasing.

"I meant like, when I was on house-arrest."

"Well, I don't know if you noticed but I was busy fixing a car commissioned to me by the Wheelers."

Ah, that made much more sense.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You haven't been acting yourself lately."

Well shit.

Before you could stutter out a response, he had already beat you to talking.

"Is it... 'cause of the attack?"

"Oh!" You saw the opportunity given to you and seized it. "Uh, yeah! I'm just... still shaken up by that wolf attack."

His lips tugged down and concern creased his brow, sending your heart into that constricting feeling for the nth time. You were starting to grow sick of it.

"You know what? I think I'm done."

"You barely touched your—"

"It was great, thanks, goodnight!"

"It's not even—"

You tuned out the rest of what he was trying to say, rushing up the stairs with loud 'thud's echoing after each step; hand barely resting on the rail as you zoomed by.

Did you have a valid reason for running away this time? Not really—at least, nothing as justified as when you ran from Steve before. Your only reason right now was... well, you didn't even know what it was.

All you knew was that your bed looked mighty comfy right now.

And comfy it was, you passed out as soon as you hit the mattress in fact, entering the land of slumber with nothing but the vast expanse of darkness to greet you when you arrived.

It seemed like only seconds passed before you felt your shoulders start to shake gently, long fingers wrapped around the exposed curves; long fingers you were now quite familiar with.

You eyes fluttered open and you were met with the soft, brown eyes of your best friend hovering over you.

"Steve? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick you up, Nance is waiting in the car."

His words brought your attention to behind him, seeing the shine of the sun's rays making its way through the clear glass of your window to light up your room and coat it in a warm, yellow glow. Unfortunately, you couldn't bask in the beauty of the scene for long.

"Oh shit! It's morning?!"

"Yeah—did you... sleep in your cheerleading outfit?"

"Yes, yes I did, Steve. Now get out so I can get ready!" You sprang up, placing both of your hands on his shoulders this time before you spun him around and pressed your palms against his back, lightly ushering him out of the room.

"You already look ready to me." He snickered.

"Oh shut up."

With that, you slammed the door shut in his face and quickly got to fixing your bedhead.

Luckily, you didn't have to change, but you definitely had to reapply your makeup which took quite a few minutes. That plus the time it took for you to refresh yourself in the toilet and you were looking at just narrowly avoiding being late to school.

Your feet carried you down the steps swiftly as your eyes locked in on the door, passing by a very flabbergasted Cain on your way there.

"Wait, you forgot to—!"

His words were cut off once you slammed the door shut, rushing down the front yard to stumble into the back seat of Steve's BMW, where both he and Nancy sat awaiting your arrival.

Your chest heaved up and down. "What are you waiting for?! Go!"

"We aren't late." Nancy replied, raising a brow at you.

"We... aren't?" You paused to catch your breath.

"No, we aren't."

You slowly turned your gaze to the left, meeting the ridiculous facial expression of your best friend; cheeks sucked in and eyes looking off to the side.

"Steve."

Then, a huge bout of laughter tumbled out of his mouth and you found your eyes scanning the interior of his car before landing on a half-full water bottle. Perfect.

Within seconds, you snatched it up and sent it hurdling towards the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"Not funny, asshole!"

"Liiittle funny."

"Just drive, Steve," sighed Nancy, fingers kneading through her temples.

"Thank you, Nancy," you huffed, "at least someone here isn't a dick."

Cue another snicker coming from the driver's seat.

You rolled your eyes as the car started up, bouncing you up and down against the smooth, leather seats. It was kinda bizarre how this was a car from back in the 80s but was still the most expensive car you had ever found yourself sitting in.

Okay, maybe the 80s didn't suck that much.

You still missed your phone though.

Now, you would've happily continued reminiscing all of your memories with your beloved device, but—just then—your ears picked up on a sound; one you were awfully familiar with, the roar of an engine you couldn't bring yourself to ignore even if you wanted to.

Your hand moved on its own, wrapping itself around the handle of the door before pushing it open as you placed one foot out, your other following straight after. Now leaning on top of the door of Steve's car, you gazed straight forward.

Metallic blue; shiny and glinting in the sun's rays. At the bottom, a yellow number plate stared you right in the eyes: PCE 235.

The left door clicked open and out came black boots paired with light blue jeans. Adorning them was a guy rocking a denim-on-denim look—blonde mullet rested comfortably on his head and striking, electric blue eyes scanning the parking lot with little emotion swirling inside.

Then, he made eye-contact with you, holding it for one, two, three seconds before breaking away, flicking his cigarette, and sauntering off in a way that exuded pure confidence.

There was no doubt about it, that guy was Billy Hargrove. And if he was Billy Hargrove, then that meant—

—the events of Season 2 had officially started.

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