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strangerbitxhs · 2 years

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader)

Parring: Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: S M U T, smoking, cussing, spanking, daddy kink, rough sex, predator & prey reference, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m receiving) , choking, degrading talk

A/N: look at this man shdhdjfjeisiciejfuejfi my coochie is screaming he is so SEXY and i just think he would be SO rough in bed

also requests r always open for any stranger things character!

“Your joking.” Nancy looked dead into your eyes. She clearly wasn’t amused with your latest boyfriend. “Billy Hargrove, out of all people, Y/N, what the hell is wrong with you?”

You rolled your eyes at her as she placed his hands on her hips. “Don’t try to mother me Nance. I’m not Mike, it’s not gonna work.”

She scoffed. “What do you even see in him? He’s a total asshole and-“

Nancy was cut off by the screeching of tires, Billy’s Camaro pulling up to the front of your house. “Yeah, well at least I didn’t meet my boyfriend while he was watching me fuck Steve Harrington.” You seethed at her causing her to gasp.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door climbing into Billy’s car. “If mom asks, you know nothing.” You shot her a glare as Billy’s arm snaked around your shoulder.

Nancy probably would have made some smart ass remark, but the two of you were speeding away before she could get it out.

“Hey there darling.” Billy smirked, handing you a cigarette before flickering the lighter in-front of you. You inhaled, feeling the stress of your sister vanish in an instant. “Looks like you needed one.”

“You have no idea.” You laughed, bringing the cigarette back to your lips for another deep inhale. “If its not one thing its another with her.”

It wasn’t a huge surprise to anyone when you had started seeing Billy. The two of you were different than most, rough around the edges.

Most people who met Billy thought he was an asshole, and maybe he was, but you thought differently. You could see past the rough exterior, the walls he built up in order to protect himself from this shitty world, from his shitty father.

“What you wanna do tonight?” He looked over at you, cigarette hanging from his lips as it always was. You pestered him about smoking too much, but he would just laugh and tell you that you worried too much.

You smirked, knowing you were wearing the lingerie you had bought to surprised him. The way the red lace hugged your curves was going to drive him insane.

“I think…” You trailed off, tapping your chin in faux thought. Billy rolled his eyes at you waiting for you to finish. “I think I just need some stress relief.”

Billy’s eyes widened as a wicked grin crept across his face. “My asshole dads out for the weekend and Max is at one of her little friends houses.”

“Perfect.” You smirked, hand trailing up and down his thigh as he pressed harder on the gas, wasting no time getting back to his place.

As soon as the door to the house was shut, Billy had you pinned up against it, kissing you roughly as you crumbled beneath him. His hand travelled up to your neck, squeezing the sides of it as he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.

You moaned into his mouth, sending shivers up his spine. Billy had never met anyone who had this affect on him, and he was not about to complain.

Billy’s grip on you loosened as he ripped your shirt over your head, chucking it across the living room. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, bright red bra with your tits spilling out of it. “Is that new?” He panted, grabbing a handful of your tit.

“Mhmm.” You moaned as his hand made its way into your bra, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. “Got it just for you baby.”

Billy groaned before letting you go, stepping back to get a good look at you. “Pants off.” He ordered, sinister grin plastered across his face. “I wanna see it all.”

You nodded, making quick work of unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off, letting Billy’s eyes wander across your body.

“Turn around. Give me a show darling.” Billy’s words were menacing, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You spun for him, his hand placing a hard spank on your ass before pushing you into the wall, his body pressed against yours.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Billy whispered in your ear, nibbling at the soft spot behind it. You moaned, nodding your head, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second. “I wanna hear you.” He seethed.

“Yes daddy, yes I’ll be good for you.” You sounded desperate, but you didn’t care. You loved how dominating, how rough Billy was with you.

Billy smirked, moving his weight off your back allowing you to turn around to face him. His eyes were dark and hooded, something primal about them. He looked like a predator who was about to devour his prey.

“Bedroom, now.” His voice was stern, hand spanking your ass as you turned to walk away. You could feel the handprint shape welt that was forming, and it felt amazing. “And don’t take that off till I say so.”

When Billy appeared in his bedroom doorway, he was striped down to his boxers, bottle of water in hand. He chucked it onto the bed before pulling your bodies together, smashing his lips to yours as a hand reached down to squeeze your ass.

You moaned into his lips, your hand grabbing his cock through his boxers and palming at it. His hips thrust slightly into your hand before he pulled away from you, dark eyes looking down at you.

“On your knees.” He ordered. You nodded, dropping to your knees as he freed his length from his boxers.

You hurried to grab his cock, licking the tip before letting your tongue travel to the base, loving every breathy moan that spilled from Billy’s lips.

“Alright darling.” Billy smirked, watching you lick his shaft up and down. “Thats enough teasing, be a good girl.”

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his pet name for you as he slid his cock into your mouth, deep enough to make you want to gag. Tears welled up at the side of your eyes as Billy fucked your face hard and rough.

He made the prettiest sounds when he was deep in your throat, loud moans and praises spilling from his swollen pink lips. You couldn’t help but moan as he grabbed your hair and quickened his pace.

“Fuck baby, you’re such a good girl.” He panted, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Taking all of me, making me feel so fucking good.”

You moaned, swirling your tongue around his cock as he slowed his pace, slowly pulling himself out of your mouth before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed. He crawled on top of you, pinning both your wrists above your head.

He rubbed his cock against your folds, teasing your entrance as you squirmed below him. “Fuck Billy, please.” You moaned.

Billy smirked, squeezing your wrists harder. “So desperate, let me hear you beg for me.”

“Please daddy, please fuck me!” Billy groaned at your words, bottoming out inside of you. He fucked you fast, pounding into you, making you scream the way he loved.

“This what you wanted darling?” Billy panted, letting go of your wrists only to wrap a hand around your throat. “Such a little slut.”

You nodded, feeling yourself being pushed to the edge by his degrading words. Your cunt tightened around his cock, bringing a low moan from the back of his throat.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop.” You begged, Billy smirking at the mess you turned into with him inside of you. Your moans filled the room as he kept up his pace, gently squeezing the sides of your throat as he nibbled at your neck.

“Cum for me baby.” Billy moaned, loving the feeling of you clenching around him. “I wanna feel you cum all over me like the fucking whore you are.”

His words sent you straight over the edge, your body shaking as he continued to pound into you, hips slapping against the back of your legs. A mix of incoherent babbles, moans, and Billy’s name spilt from your lips as you threw your head back with a loud moan.

His fingers squeezed tighter around your throat as you came down from your high, eyes still rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck baby, you’re so sexy. Gonna make me cum.” Billy grunted.

His thrusts became sloppier as he chased his release, hand leaving your throat to grip at the dips in your hips, slamming your body against his.

Billy’s cock twitched inside you before spilling thick ropes of cum into your cunt, slowing down as you bucked against him, riding him through his orgasm, not stopping until he flopped his weight on top of you.

You smiled, arms wrapping around him before running your fingers through his curly blonde hair. Billy placed kisses on your collar bone, pushing his head into the crook of your neck.

“I love you, (Y/N)” He mumbled, barley loud enough for you to hear him, chest still heaving. His heart pounded in his chest as your hand froze in his curls, knowing you had heard him.

“I love you too baby.” You planted a soft kiss on his forehead before letting your fingers continue though his hair, wishing you could stay in this moment forever.

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s1ater · 2 years

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promise me nothing.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve and you cross paths, only for him to find out some bad news about you.

warnings. foul language, s4 spoilers sorta

ricky rocks. anotha one 😼🙌 also part two or nah?

“long time, no see, harrington,” you nod as you pass him before looking up and unintentionally connecting eyes with five other people at once. “and children…”

you nod again in acknowledgement, getting a good look at them all before making a move to walk away from the car they were all huddled around, but steve grabs your arm, “hey, what’s going on?”

“i don’t know what you mean.”

he rolls his eyes, still holding your bicep firmly. he tips his head toward the swarm of law enforcement in the front of a house before raising a brow, “you’re telling me this is nothing?”

“just about.”

“y/n.”

“what?”

“i think we need to talk.”

you and steve go back; way back since pre-school days, and although neither of you were ever truly close, there was a mutual understanding that you both had each other’s backs.

you both came from similar backgrounds; life set up since day one, given nice cars, lived in nice houses, and grew up in the hawkins country club aspect for loser adults trying to relive high school popularity by flaunting money.

and you were only tied more together by the strange and abnormal encounters and fights for life against the sci-fi creatures that had no faces and were covered from head to toe in slime—that eventually turned into something way bigger than the mind could fathom.

ever since the mall fire during the summer after senior year, you hadn’t seen steve or any of his nerd posse—till now.

you almost thought you were seeing things, but then again, you should have guessed that when anything remotely strange or out of the normal happened in hawkins, they’d always turn up, immediately on the case.

just never this fast.

“i think i’m dying.”

“what?”

you stood in front of steve, nancy, robin, and three of his freshman friends. their presence made you suddenly anxious and you couldn’t help but begin to talk out of your ass as you slightly paced back and forth in your parents living room.

how steve coaxed you into talking to them—you weren’t sure—but it didn’t take long and it seemed you were almost more than willing to allow them into your home by the way you so easily opened your front door and offered snacks and refreshments.

yep, you were definitely dying.

they watched you with sudden concerned and confused looks, not knowing what to say and not expecting you to throw them this type of curve ball.

“brandon,” you mumbled, your hands shaking out in front of you. “jesus, i can’t even think straight…” you place your hand on your forehead, thinking over whether or not you should ever be speaking right then. “he’s dead.”

“who’s brandon?” dustin glances around to everyone but you, afraid to make eye contact almost.

“her boyfriend,” steve whispers, speaking as if you can’t hear them. and you almost couldn’t.

“i can’t even-i don’t even know-“

“hey, hey,” steve stops you in your tracks of speaking, sitting up from the chair he previously sat in. “you don’t have to say anything right now, just breathe. sit down.”

steve liked you, a lot. like, since day one, even as kids, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

there was just something about you. you had a good head on your shoulders, you knew what you wanted, you didn’t let anything or anyone knock you off your feet, and you didn’t need anyone to save you. he hated that fact—the fact that you didn’t need him and he hated that sometimes it seemed you weren’t anything more than acquaintance.

“sit down,” he pulled you by the arm till you were close enough for him to place a hand on your waist, carefully guiding you to the chair he was previously in, giving you a soft look. “just breathe for a moment, alright?”

everyone glanced to each other at the gesture, almost not believing it. they looked to steve now where he stood in your place, his hand stroking his chin in thought, “i think it’s time we call in your pal eddie.”

it seemed you were in and out of sensibility as you thought over the past 24 hours, not believing it was real. you felt crazy, not being able to keep a stable thought in your head for more than a minute before turning into an emotional mess.

steve knew you weren’t in your right mind, especially after you let eddie into your home without a second thought. he didn’t think you even processed that moment or even realized what you were doing until—

“who are you?”

something you asked twenty minutes after he had been in your home.

“i’m eddie.”

“i think i know you.”

“well i hope so since we’ve been in school together since middle school before you graduated.”

“right,” you narrowed your brows, but didn’t say anything else, not knowing what to even make of him.

you knew eddie, but he was never someone you had ever talked to or had any interactions with. you didn’t care for him; you found him obnoxious and practically repulsing when you were still in school together—but right now, by the way he was looking at you—you didn’t mind him at all.

his expression was soft and full of sympathy, like he understood what was going through your mind and why you seemed so…bipolar in emotions.

“y/n, eddie’s here to talk.”

“why?”

“because what happened to you, is exactly what happened to him.”

you still had narrowed brows as you stared at him, not knowing what to say. there was a small proportion of recognition that struck you when you stared at eddie, not nearly enough for you to trust him, nor enough for you to spill your guts out to him about how your boyfriend was practically castrated right in front of your eyes.

“you’re afraid?”

you slowly nodded your head, eyes wide, not understanding the willingness that has suddenly taken over you, “yes.”

he nods and you feel the need to continue to explain yourself.

“i can’t get that image out of my head. god, i don’t even know if it was…”

“real?”

“yeah.”

he nods again.

“you said you think you’re dying, why?” he sat right across from you on your carpeted floor, now eyeing you carefully with the same cautiousness you had in your own pupils.

“because… the things that were happening to brandon before he was fucking possessed… are happening to me.”

“what do you mean,” he starred at you strangely now, his head slightly tipping, watching you carefully just as the rest of them did.

“the bloodied noses, the nightmares, the headaches, that noise…” you cringed as you spoke, almost shying away from saying more.

“what noise?” robin was leaned forward on her knees, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“a clock.”

it seemed right as you said it, the sound echoed through the room and the lights begun to flicker till there was no light at all and the only breathing body was you.

“you’re fucking kidding me,” your head lifted toward the hallway that opened up to your living room; exactly where the noise was coming from.

this had only happened once before; the first day you had come back from college while you were throwing up in your childhood bathroom. you couldn’t figure it out, you had never been sick before—not like that, but then suddenly your world turned dark and the sound of that damned clock was one of the only things you could hear.

you got to your feet slowly, continuing to stare into the dark as the sound echoed throughout your now empty home. the sound was jarring and something about it made you want to follow it like the last time. you were losing your mind, you had to get out of there.

you turned, only for your body to match right up against an unintelligible one. one much larger than your own.

your eyes went wide immediately, feeling a scream rip through your throat as fear set in fast and your head tipped to see such a haunting face you had never seen before.

“hello, y/n,” it looked like it smiled, examining your frightened state, taking pleasure in it, as you stared back in a paralyzed state. “your time is running thin,” it took a step forward, closer and closer. “you will soon be mine.”

you back peddle, fast, not thinking, not processing, but soon landing on your ass and back into the light where you sat in the same place before but with a pair of hands on your face, with voices yelling and screaming you back to conscious.

you were in shock, your limbs were numb and you could barely keep yourself up in a sitting position. you were breathing hard like you had been holding your breath for the past minute, practically dry heaving, feeling your stomach fold up into itself in terror.

“what happened?” steve’s face was the only thing your could see as his hands clasped your face hard, his nose practically touching yours as he stared at you wide-eyed, dipped in fear.

you stared back, feeling every nerve slowly come back to life within your body—drawing out into a painful process. your body begun to shake, tears flooding into the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t even begin to process the switch between realities.

“steve, get out of her face, she’s going to throw up!” robin was yanking at his shoulder despite his constant persistence, clinging to your body.

“are you okay?”

everyone stood around you, wide eyes, wide with fear, wide with concern.

“are you okay?”

“what happened?”

“i was here, and then i wasn’t, but it’s like nothing changed other than you all being gone,” you stood now, guiding them all through the process of your episode, now that you could finally process what had just happened. “it was that sound, that fucking clock sound, and i turned and it was something, like something you’d see out of a fucking movie, like the weird alien-monster things we’ve seen before. i don’t know—”

“vecna.”

“what?”

“she saw vecna,” dustin looks between everyone who all have seemed to agree with this consolation.

“will someone please translate what he just said?”

“vecna,” steve repeated, glancing up to you from the sudden heavy gloom laid upon him. “he’s the reason everyone’s been dying lately, you see him, you’re in an automatic death sentence… but you already knew that…”

you starred at him in disbelief, your eyes switching between each teen that sat on your couch, as if asking whether that was true or not, but they all avoided eye contact--which spoke louder than words.

“you’re fucking with me,” you scoffed, turning on your heal and beginning to pace. “of fucking course.”

“you don’t seemed so… terrified about this anymore,” max is quick to elbow lucas in the ribs who winces.

you ignore it, suddenly annoyed at the swift depressive mood change, “how do we kill this motherfucker?”

“you’re not giving up on me, are you steve?”

“of course not.”

the two of you stood on your back porch after steve had lightly pulled you by the elbow, recommending catching some fresh air.

you don’t believe his words. he seemed tired with almost the look of sadness in his eyes. this observation causes you to frown as you tip your head, slightly coming closer to steve to look at him better, “then why does it look like you’re the one dying and not me?”

he scoffs, “y/n.” he gets taller, straightening his posture from where he was previously leaned on your railing. he turns even more serious and it makes you frown. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“what difference would it have made?”

“we could have caught it earlier.”

“and be in the same position as we are in now?”

he doesn’t say anything, but still stares at you with a look that makes your chest tighten and your skin begin to flare up in heat.

and then, “i’m sorry about brandon.”

he wasn’t. he never liked him.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that,” he takes a step closer to you, his hand now clasping your arm. “we’re going to figure this out, i promise.”

“don’t promise me anything, stevie,” your hand softly caressed his cheek, giving him a thinned lip smile before walking inside, leaving him to himself outside.

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