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i-heart-slashers · 8 months

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“So, they’re a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?” + “Don’t make me hurt you.” + “Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

Pairings: Boyfriend!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): violence, posessive themes, obsession, subtle mentions of abuse, slight stalking.

It was just a harmless meet-up, or at least it was supposed to be.

College life hadn't been easy for you, not only did you have to work hard to get into a course that interested you but you also had to think of your boyfriend Billy who had no interest in going to any colleges, he instead had started working as a mechanic.

The problem was he seemed to hate every other person you made friends with. He hated when you talked about anyone else, especially if they were guys.

That was a problem in itself, especially when it came to group or paired projects in college.

Since he got hurt back in high school in the fire at Starcourt, he's been a very distrustful person. Billy has expressed hatred for anyone who wasn't you; he became even more hateful and demanding.

He treated you well, or as well as someone like Billy Hargrove is capable of, but he can be a little too possessive at times.

Unfortunately, this is one of those times.

Your college professor had paired you up with Matthew Loomis; he was on the college football team. He wasn't known to be especially smart but was very sweet to girls.

So you planned to meet at the local diner to go over some work and plan your project.

You had deliberately kept the information from Billy, knowing he would try to scare Matt away. It wasn't like you were purposely sneaking around behind Billy's back; you told him you would do some studying, and in a way, you were.

Matt had been nothing but a gentleman and had you laughing for hours; even as the sun went down and a blue tone surpassed the horizon, the two of you sat and hung out.

It was nice to speak with someone who didn't glare at every person who looked your way or grip your thigh threateningly when someone's eyes trail over your form.

Glancing at the clock in the diner, you gasped, seeing the time. You had been out for hours. You were lucky Billy hadn't stormed the town looking for you; maybe he'd gotten caught up working.

Matthew seemed confused by your sudden change in personality as he watched you pack up with your stuff speedily. "Whoa, wait!" He calls, scooting out of the booth and after you as you scuttle away, seeming nervous.

Holding your bag over your shoulder and textbooks to your chest, you swore, seeing just how late it had actually become. Matt pulls on your arm so you come to a stop in front of him as he looks at you in concern and confusion.

You were about to say something to him when a small orange light caught your eye from inside a very familiar car. Billy stared at you from inside the vehicle, taking another drag of his cigarette before throwing it out the window.

"Oh no," You whispered, closing your eyes and hearing the car door creak open and slam shut. "You need to leave now. Quick," you said hastily as Matthew between you and the approaching Billy but didn't leave.

You try to erase the fear to leave your voice as you turn to smile at your stony expression boyfriend.

"Hey Billy," There was a slither of fear that accidentally slipped into your tone, which Matt apparently was quick to pick up on as he narrowed his eyes at the greeting.

Billy's stern expression doesn't change as he slips his arm around your waist, watching Matt like a viper ready to strike. "Billy, this is Matt" You introduce them hoping to ease the tension.

"So, they're a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?" Billy says, turning his shocking blue eyes to look at you as if scolding you like a child.

"It's just for school. We have to do a project together," You say weakly, pulling your bag over your shoulder tighter as both look at you, Matt in concern, whereas Billy's blue eyes are glaring.

"Doesn't look like that from where I was sat." Billy hisses, and you gulp, knowing he must have been watching the two of you for a while before you even realized the time.

Matt scoffed when he realized it, too, his face pinched in disbelief. "What, you stalk your own girl or something?" He glances at you, but you quickly turn your head.

"Why you into her or something" Billy laughs almost cruelly. "Oh, you are, and you thought this would be your way in? Take her to some diner, give her some sweet talk, and hope she falls for you?"

Matt doesn't correct him but turns to face you. "Why are you with him? He obviously doesn't respect you. You deserve better than this piece of crap. I can treat you better".

"Don't make me hurt you." Billy hisses, taking off his denim jacket and thrusting it into your arms as you try and call him off, trying to get his attention and herd him back to his car.

"Billy, let's just go," You plead but get shoved aside as your boyfriend tries to intimidate your classmate, the same one that just revealed to your extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend that he is into you.

"Why don't you let me take you home? I don't want you getting into a car with him," Matt says, looking at you holding his hand out, ignoring Billy now as he tries to sway you.

"Say that one more time, and I'll make sure you can never walk again." Billy threatens, but you know better. That was a promise more than just an idle threat.

"You do look like the type that would hit a girl," Matt scoffed, and you could hear a pin drop in the sudden silence. That was the wrong thing to say to Billy. Especially knowing how his dad treated his mom before she left.

Only Matt didn't know that.

That was until Billy's balled-up fist made contact with his face, sending Matt to the floor, but he didn't stay there long. He got up to try and fight against Billy, though even being a stocky football player, he stood no chance.

"Billy, stop!" you try to step in but quickly stop seeing the look in your boyfriend's eyes. You just plead with him as your friend is beaten on increasingly. "Please!"

"Fucker" Billy spits at Matt, who is on the floor gasping in pain now, his face covered in blood, and you can do nothing to help him as Billy leans down to warn him, "You don't look in her direction again, got it?"

"I said stop it, Billy!" You say, walking closer, holding his jacket tightly in your arms.

Billy quickly gets up and pins you against the car, covering your mouth as you sob. He snatches his jacket from your hands and slams it on top of the car as he pulls you over to see your friend.

"This is what happens when someone tries to take what's mine," Billy hisses, holding you against his front with his hand covering your mouth tightly.

"Are you going to lie to me again?" You shake your head with tears dropping over Billy's hand before he presses a kiss against your head, whispering gravelly in your ear, "Good girl."

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constantcrisis19 · 2 years

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Study Date

Billy Hargrove x Female S/O

Word Count: 1,046

Warnings: Implied child abuse

You looked up from your history textbook when the bedroom door opened, Billy pausing in the threshold for a moment upon seeing you lounging on his bed. To be fair, he pulled himself together far faster than Steve did when you popped in for an unexpected visit, the blond bombshell of a teen smoothly stepping in.

“You know that Neil is here, right?” Billy’s voice held a dangerous edge, his narrowed gaze briefly darting to the door like he believed that the mere utterance of the dirtbag’s name would summon him.

“Yeah, he let me in.” You explained as you set your book aside, scooting over before patting the empty spot beside you invitingly. Billy’s face twisted at the news that you’d been alone with Neil for an unspecified amount of time, his sharp features darkening with something that was distinctly possessive in nature.

“He do anything that made you uncomfortable?” Billy asked, tone dangerously low, prowling closer to you with all the grace of a predator. He loomed over your seated form in a manner that would come off as threatening to anyone else, but you had come to recognize that this particular behavior stemmed from a place of worry.

“No.” You said after a moment of thought, head tilting as you recalled how the man had reacted when answering the door. He had been hostile at first, aggressively throwing the wooden obstruction open with a scowl that quickly shifted into a charming grin once he realized just who had paid the Hargrove-Mayfield residence a visit.

You had been over before -usually to study- but only when Billy was with you, so being alone with Neil and Susan for a little over an hour had been a surprising change. Neil insisted on making conversation for the first ten minutes after your arrival, asking you a slew of questions about yourself while Susan nervously hovered nearby.

“Let me rephrase. Did he do anything that wouldn’t be considered socially acceptable?” Billy growled, eyes roaming over you as if to look for any outward signs of any foul play.

“He had trouble holding eye-contact, thought my boobs were more interesting to look at.” You offered once Neil’s staring problem occurred to you, snorting in amusement when Billy’s gaze immediately flicked down to your chest.

“You can’t come here by yourself.” Billy groused as his stare once again turned to the door, clearly brooding over his bastard of a father’s disgusting behavior toward a female who was underage. You sincerely hoped that Neil never started looking like Max like that just because she wasn’t actually his biological child. Because if you ever caught wind that he had, no one would be able to stop you from hacking the fucker to pieces feet-first.

“Billy, nothing happened.” You sighed, shifting in order to sit properly.

“Not this time, no. But you can’t be sure that he won’t try anything in the future.” Billy started to pace, running a frustrated hand through his golden mane.

“I’ll be fine. We have a plan if anything happens, remember?” You gently reminded, reaching out to catch his wrist when he passed in front of you. It was an argument that the two of you had every time you went over to his house. You promised the blond that you wouldn’t tell anyone about Neil’s physical abuse towards Billy, but if the man laid even a finger on you or Max, you were going to get Hopper involved.

Billy’s jaw was tense, posture coiled like a predator waiting to pounce. He didn’t resist as you tugged him over to the bed, the blond obediently plopping down onto the mattress. You swayed in order to rest your head on his shoulder and Billy exhaled heavily, the air rushing out of his lungs as he finally relaxed.

“Promise?” He hummed, so quiet that you wouldn’t have caught it had you not already been paying close attention to the blond.

“I promise.” You chirped, confident that you could hold up your end of the plan if push came to shove.

Figuring that he would want a minute to recover from the emotionally charged moment, you leaned away in order to blindly reach out to grab the textbook. Instead, your fingers hit a pile of wrappers, scattering them every which way.

“Oh, right. Your candy stash is gone.” You said mildly as you finally managed to snag the book, pulling it into your lap before flipping to the page you left off on.

“Of course it is.” Billy snorted, eyeing the mess of wrappers with a raised brow. He didn’t comment on the state of his room because it normally looked like a pigsty and a few wrappers didn’t make much of a difference in the long run.

“Could I bother you with the task of replenishing it? I’ll pay.” You asked hopefully, glancing at the blond as you gestured to your trusty shoulder bag, which you had haphazardly tossed onto the sturdy desk that you had talked Billy into getting.

“One of these days, I’m gonna tell you that you're shit outta luck.” Billy grunted, but he pushed to his feet anyway. He dug through your shoulder bag for your wallet, retrieving it with a triumphant hum. He unzipped the leather pouch and leafed through the cash that you had stopped at the bank to withdraw.

“I would like one of those variety bags, please.” You stuck your nose back into your current reading material, trusting Billy to take the amount of cash that he needed. “And get whatever you want.” You added, because you knew for a fact that he would only buy you what you wanted unless you said otherwise. As expected, there was a momentary pause before the brush of paper on paper resumed, then Billy zipped up the wallet and returned it to your bag.

“I’ll be back in ten. Do not leave this room.” Billy commanded, waiting for you to respond with an exasperated nod of agreement before he sauntered out of the room, the roar of his Camaro starting up a minute or so later. You listened to the vehicle’s growl fade as Billy pulled out of the driveway and started down the road, presumably in the direction of the nearest grocery store.

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ellewritesandrants · 1 year

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Okay so I had this idea days ago but there’s this thing where I’m from where volleyball players usually exchange jerseys when they’re together or romantically involved. It’s more LGBTQIA+ friendly but it’s something that’s usually used as a subtle way to show their relationship.

Can you imagine how Steve would react to seeing Billy wreck the court with Harrington written on his back? Or how Billy would react to seeing Hargrove emblazoned across the back of Steve’s very wide shoulders?

Maybe, it was because their numbers were accidentally switched during printing of the jerseys. Maybe, it was because Billy had come over to shoot some hoops and he’d borrowed a shirt from Steve and Steve couldn’t resist the temptation to see his name on Billy. Maybe, Billy stole Steve’s jersey after practice one night and he’d worn it to see Steve later on that week to tease him.

I don’t really care why. I just want to have them be exceedingly possessive over each other and to be able to mark each other in public without having to deal with the many consequences that could arise.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #billy hargrove au #steve harrington #billy x steve #elle rants and writes #possessive steve harrington #possessive billy hargrove

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denim-devil · 6 months

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Bad To The Bone - Week 1 | Mirror Fucking/Hair pulling

Summary - When hearts collide, Billy chooses to chase after the longing thoughts that have only you in the midsts of them all, the biggest halloween party ever hosted in the small town of Hawkins was his best bet to finally entice those very thoughts…

Pairings - Bully!Billy Hargrove x M!Reader

The cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he stalked the crowded room, his eyes lingering on the current sight before him. Steve’s hands were far to close for his liking, lightly grabbing at your swaying hips.

What had felt like an eternity, Billy slowly crept toward the two of you, anger and malice ran through his veins like the blood circulating his body had done, bubbling up, growing closer to a boiling point.

Steve’s lips felt warm against the crook of your neck, his teeth nibbling gently against the dampness. Although under the influence, you had no desire to stop him, not after the end of your mid-night rendezvous with the current king and bully of Hawkins High.

A slight shove had forced the ridiculed Steve into the wall beside the two of you, a harsh bang sounding out into the room, even with the noisy crowd of teenage students and the humming beats of madonna…it was loud.

“Watch it asshole-“

Steve ushered out with a hiss. As if time itself was a concept, you stood, frozen. Billy stood with a proud smirk, his black, slightly damp leather jacket was hung open, showcasing the toned physique you were once frequented with.

“Watch what? I didn’t do anything”

Billy tuts, his eyes flicking over to you, looking you up and down like he would his next meal, like a dangerous predator to it’s prey. A certain ache began to pool between your legs, what were once pale, your cheeks were now a deep shade of crimson, taking note of Billy’s looming figure.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?”

Taking a puff of his cigarette, it goes back to laying loose between a shit-eaten grin, his tongue flicking over the orange tip. Billy had no time for games, nor Steve’s bullshit, instead he opted for the obvious choice, charging toward you with his fingerless leather gloves which eagerly wrapped around your bicep, yanking you toward the stairs.

“Oh your in so much shit sweetheart”

He half growled, half whispered, even with the music blaring and the crowd going back to dancing and chatting, Billy took himself seriously, only wanting you to know what was to follow as you stumbled up behind him, leaving a confused Steve, stammering around in the very same corner.

He hadn’t bothered to look back, feeling how limp your wrist was within his grip had told him everything he needed to know, you had no fight to win, Billy had already won, more so with the dingy bathroom door flying open with a tug and a kick.

Thump, thump, thump. It rang through your ears like an alarm, heartbeat pacing like a jockey and it’s horse during a race, running quicker once the door slammed shut and the click of the lock latching away both your confidence and the thoughts of an impending escape.

He stood, flicking the cigarette bud onto the floor before raising one of his heavy boots, stomping the crisp leftovers into dust.

You watched the older male proceed to shake of his jacket, leaving him in just the denim jeans he was naturally acquainted with.

“You better think twice before ever letting Harrington touch you like that again-“

Nodding was the only beneficial answer, earning a daring smirk from the manic jock before you. His golden locks were matted yet matched the darkness now claiming the once ocean blue eyes he usually sported, his hair resting against the sweaty tan skin that covered his innards.

His steps grew closer with each thump correlating with your heartbeat, black boots treading against the tiled floor toward you until his warm breath fanned lightly across your pink-dusted cheeks.

“Billy- please, it was nothing, j-just needed something”

He tutted before pressing his body against you, pushing you further into the floral wallpapered brick behind, instantly making you feel small and defenceless.

“Save it- you need to learn a thing or two…”

Billy doesn’t think twice, he normally doesn’t before acting on said thoughts, twisting your body, roughly laying you stomach first against the counter top that faced the elongated mirror before you.

His body, warm and delectable now rolled into your arched form from behind, pushing most of his growing erection against you, forcing you to feel your own impending doom.

“You should be thanking me sweetheart, you got this cock all to yourself and you were ready to throw it away like dog shit- fuck”

You incoherently mumble a short “no” before pushing back momentarily, testing the waters. Luck had happened to be in your favour, a starving Billy, craving nothing but to ravish you groaned before pulling back.

It was easier to see this way, watching eager finger tips make quick work of his leather belt and crotch zipper, both thumbs hooking into the burgundy band of his boxers, wiggling them down slowly, past the light trimming of blonde pubes surrounding his veiny, thick base.

“Can’t stop thinking about how easily you take this dick”

Your tongue trails over your dry lips, watching as the band smoothly runs further down, catching on the moist tip before being completely removed, his cock bounces, loudly slapping into his toned abdomen, the head angry with urgency, a deep crimson in colour, he was thick from base to tip, a singular girthy vein running on the underside, splitting off just underneath the curve of his tip.

He chuckled at the reaction, watching as the same lips he used to get himself once in the janitor closet after gym class hung agape, eyes wide with earnest and adoration.

“Don’cha think Harrington would give it in so easy? Look at you, all dolled up for the wrong guy-“

You groan into the warm air of the now secluded space, the bathroom, although big felt small with the presence of Billy watching over you, his shadow looming in every corner from the dim strip light placed just above the mirror, forwarding his domineering ways.

“Billy- I got dolled up for you…”

As if words were a dagger, sharp and pointy, cutting into his skin, seeping deeper and changing his whole point of view. It was clear now, from the tight, revealing light wash jeans that hugged every spot he had both discovered and devoured more then once to the dainty leather jacket that had you looking smaller then usual, swallowing you up.

“Oh really? Fuck princess, you really know how to rile up a guy”

His fingers tips scrambled from your inner thighs upward, towards the belt loops and eventually to the knot holding you together.

Billy had made quick work with your belt and jeans, unclasping the metal before roughly pulling down the tight denim that hugged you perfectly, followed by the white briefs unveiling the very source of his affliction and desire.

His cock, thick and heavy, laid perfectly between your crack, pulsing at the very thought of being inside once again, after weeks of having blue balls, it was his forbidden truth to feel you all over again, like the first.

“Harrington could never- you really think he could fuck you the way I do? Make you feel things…”

Reaching down, a warm hand cups the base of your dick before slightly tugging, the leather cold against the warmth he was supplying. The moans that had forced themselves from deep within bubbled up into a whimper once surpassing your open lips.

His free hand managed to sneakily wrap itself within your hair, tugging harshly, you were not getting out of this, even if you had the choice.

“I won’t ask you again doll-“

You mumble a sharp, squeaky “no” once the angry tip rests softly against the puckered skin surrounding your entrance and Billy’s gateway into bliss. A few more tugs was all he offered up before removing his hand from your dribbling member, slightly patting at the pert globes you arched into him.

He chuckled cockily, his beer-soaked chest resting against your clothed back before looking up into the glass mirror. It was almost invigorating to see himself like this, to watch you wriggle with anticipation, giving in so easily, allowing Billy himself to guide you through his ecstasy, it was even better, a strangers bathroom had never brought him so much glory.

“Atta boy, come on, won’t you relax for me, let me in sweetheart…”

He slips in with ease, creating a stretch that burned like the sun, growing with each passing inch, watching as his tongue danced against your neck, how your features twisted with pain…then pleasure.

“Look at yourself-“

He settles against you before pressing his hips flush against your own, filling you up, warm and thick in your gut. Tear-stained eyes flick up to settle on his baby blues that twitched with lust, his smirk big and proud, almost intimidating.

“That’s it- that’s my pretty boy, such a sweet thing for me, all for me”

He panted before pulling completely back with an audible pop, watching his cock bob, he ushered himself back in to the hilt with a loud slap, this was something Billy would never forget, clearly.

“Keep your eyes on me princess-“

You did, watching him roll his hips, feeling each inch slip and slide against your velvet walls, his tip edging it’s way back and forth, watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Bill- Billy, please-“

You gasp before he presses fully forward, pushing against your pleasure spot and watching you gasp, tongue licking at dry lips. Once again you find his eyes, blushing at the wet laps he gives your neck.

“You’ll think twice next time hmm?”…

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #smut #possessive!billy #this woulf of been longer- but i’ve lost interest #hope yall enjoy it for what it is 🫶

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plistommy · 5 days

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Steve: Why are you here? Are you stalking me?

Billy: Not everything is about you, Harrington. Maybe it’s time to stop being so self centered.

Steve:

Steve: You’re literally at my house, Hargrove! This is my fucking backyard and you’re swimming in my pool!

Billy: Well shit, you live here? Nice place, pretty boy.

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harringroveera · 9 months

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Henry: Now that I’ve possessed your mind, we will destroy Hawkins—

Billy: Can we do that later? I got a shift today.

Henry: What do you mean?

Billy: I mean I got a shift today at the pool, I gotta go to work. I can’t miss a day.

Henry: …

Henry: Very well. We will go to work first, and destroy Hawkins later.

Billy: Cool.

I think that’s a pretty well planned agenda honestly

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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Closer

Billy Hargrove x AFAB! Reader

Inspired by this earlier post

Warnings: References to sex, explicit language, possessive Billy.

Before you, Billy had been a fuck and leave kinda guy. No affection, no pillow talk and definitely no cuddling, it wasn’t just off limits, it wasn’t even on the table. The amount of times he’d pulled out, cumming on some girl's tits just to make a quick getaway.

Then you came along. It was like your body is a magnet, Billy can’t bear to be apart from you, he has to be touching you; a hand pressed to the small of your back, pinky fingers linked by the lockers, grabbing your ass, arms wrapped tight around your waist holding you possessively. The need only worsens after sex, wanting your sweat slicked skin against him until daylight peaks through the thin curtains, limbs tangled, not knowing where you start and he ends.

He would never tell anyone but his favorite thing is when you fall asleep in his arms, whether it’s after a few hours of intense fucking, or better yet when you just stay over for the sake of staying over, all domesticated. Head tucked under his chin, barely there kisses pressed to your forehead, arms holding you firmly to his muscled chest, feeling your breathing even out until you’re dead-weighting; and god if it doesn’t make his fucking head spin.

It was one of those nights tonight, both exhausted from working all day, Billy at the pool, you at the mall. You'd fallen asleep the minute your head hit the pillow, Billy following soon after, the pair of you collapsed into a tired jumble of arms and legs, covers kicked off against the sweltering summer heat.

Billy wakes in a daze, subconsciously missing your touch, just your delicate hand remains on his chest, the rest of you so far away on the other side of the bed, inches feeling like miles. His hand is still cradling the crown of your head, fingers raking through your mussed hair. He takes a moment to study your face, the way your lips are softly parted, expression peaceful, he wonders if you're having a good dream, if you're dreaming of him. Your t-shirt, well his t-shirt has ridden up through the night exposing the pretty lace trim of your panties, the material following the curve of your ass, moonlight throwing your figure into perfect illumination.

Billy's breath catches in his throat, he was under no illusion that you were too good for him, and yet here you were in his bed, in his t-shirt, his girlfriend.

The possessive creature inside him roars, fire coursing through his veins, he needs you closer, like a physical ache that can only be soothed by the gentle press of your body to his.

Without a second thought he shifts forward hooking his free arm between your legs, cupping your ass, using his strength to drag you back to his embrace.

You're still fast asleep but wrap yourself around him like a koala, leg hitched about his hip, arms snugly hugging his back. He snakes his arm under the fabric of your shirt, hand spread over the breadth of your shoulders, slotting his thigh tight to your centre, smirking slightly as you let out a soft moan of pleasurable contentment.

Billy glances at his watch, just after 3am, he'd let you sleep for a little longer and then he'd wake you up with his cock, needing to feel all of you.

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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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memes-saved-me · 8 months

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While the cemetery was 10/10 vibes, could you imagine if it had been Billy who was being targeted because of his guilt for surviving after helping kill so many people. Billy standing in the burned remains of Starcourt Mall right where he should have died and as he reads out a letter to everyone lost to the Mindflayer, it goes dark and Heather's voice calls out for him. Then others do until there's figures emerging from every corner of the old ruined stores, each saying "How could you do this?", "Why, Billy?" while he cries and begs for them to understand until he's curled in a ball like in the sauna sobbing and pleading until it goes quiet and he looks up to see Vecna. He runs but there's nowhere to go in a wrecked, crispy Mall so he gets cornered and then we get the same scene for Running Up This Hill after Max notices he has stopped moving or talking and she goes into panic mode which triggers the others to follow and get him out.

#urgh it would be a perfect mirror to s3 possession scene #billy hargrove

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nogitsunbae · 2 years

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“Billy you can’t just punch Vecna in the face.”

“I’m gonna clock that motherfucker.”

“We have a plan!”

#you can’t tell me he wouldn’t want to just straight up fist fight the guy who possessed him #billy hargrove #harringrove

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every-dayiwakeup · 1 year

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The way Billy acts in the Holloway house mirrors how he acted when he was around Karen in that same season.

We don't ever see teen Billy's real smile, except for when he's on the court.

This smile is relaxed and carefree.

For example, his smiles here are all fake. Forced. There's an overly polite expression he wears, and it's shown in how he talks, too.

In both cases:

his facial expressions are controlled, except they're caused by different things.

he's been put in a position where he has his autonomy stripped from him.

his eyes look like they're screaming for help.

His job and car are two things that grant him what he cannot get at his house (which would be some freedom and control of his environment/himself). Karen takes that away from him, and so does the Mind Flayer. She shows up at his work with her friends and preys on him. He drives to meet her and gets caught in another predator's web.

And after, when he's driving his car, he's no longer behind the wheel. It's his car, and he has to sit there while he's being taken control of.

#billy hargrove #tw karen wheeler #billy hargrove meta #it just makes me so sad #angry too #jfc #cant let billy have anything huh #not a safe place to go #not his car #hes isolated even before his possession #you could have a scene with the holloways getting killed but... not neil?#most of the time hes taken advantage of abused in pain objectified preyed on and/or triggered #of course hes angry!!!#whenever he gets a sliver of control its snatched from him and used against him in some way #even in s2 hes being ordered to search for max and take her places #tbh thats probably the only reason neil allowed him to have a car

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princenotsocharming · 11 months

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Some merfolk WIPS (let's pretend I didn't miss the entire MerMay...)

#wip stuff #billy hargrove #max mayfield #mermaid au #I had this whole idea about mer-Max swimming off to explore the nearest pirate-infested port because she's fed up with her day-to-day life #obviously Billy has to follow because Neil will absolutely drown him if something happens to her #add a gaggle of cabin boys in possession of a treasure map #a son of a baron turned pirate captain who's currently swimming in debt #and the fact that a living mermaid is worth more than a frigate full of gold

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Eddie post a Tiktok where he’s doing a little Q&A and answering questions. Steve is also in the room, making a lesson plan. One of the questions that someone asks is if the reason Steve doesn’t drive anymore is because he ran someone over with a car. Eddie reads the question to Steve and Steve responds with, “I didn’t run him over. I hit his car with a car and he was racist anyways, so???”

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#I love that post that says that Steve didn’t even know Billy was possessed when he hit him. he was just tired of his shit #Steve Harrington: hit racists with cars 2024 #the comments are like: so iconic king never change #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson tiktok saga #anti billy hargrove

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mourntheantagonist · 2 years

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I’m just thinking about the fact that if Billy had suddenly woke up in the upside down after having his guts ripped out of him, he wouldn’t think he’s in the upside down, he’d fully believe he’s in Hell. Like the actual, biblical Hell.

So imagine his surprise when suddenly he hears Steve’s voice after being alone in Hell for months, being tormented by demobats and whatever creepy-crawlies live in the upside down. He hears Steve screaming for help and he’s confused on how Steve wound up in Hell with him. He wonders if maybe this is a part of his Hell, tormenting him with the idea of Steve being hurt.

Still he runs to Steve, following the voice for the sliver of heaven that would be seeing his face.

And suddenly he’s stumbling across a shirtless Steve with a bat’s tail wrapped around his neck, and despite no part of him believing what he’s looking at is real, he allows himself to play into the illusion. He fights the bats off of him and pulls Steve to his feet, feeling Steve’s skin against his and it all feels so real. It feels too real.

And Steve is looking at him like he’s staring at a ghost, and Billy wonders if this really is Steve. He wonders if Steve had died too and joined him in Hell. Part of him thinks it makes sense. Billy would be Steve’s Hell.

But then Steve is shaking him and squeezing his arms asking him if he’s real and exclaiming “You’re alive!?” and Billy just looks at him totally confused because for the longest time he’s assumed he was dead.

He just reminds himself it’s an illusion. It’s Hell’s way of tormenting him.

And then there’s more voices. Nancy he recognizes, Eddie too, and he questions what the hell his dealer is doing here. He recognizes Robin too, though he doesn’t know her by name. She’s just the girl from the grade below him that he clocked the first day he saw her with her sharpied converse and denim jacket covered in pins.

They’re all saying the same things Steve is saying. “You’re alive!”

They’re asking him how and saying it doesn’t make sense and that’s the first thing he agrees with them on. Nothing makes sense. Billy Hargrove is dead. He heard Max talking to him at his grave.

Billy doesn’t answer any of their questions, he just stands and stares, and suddenly he’s being dragged into the woods with the rest of the group, Nancy saying that they’re going to find a way out of there, and Billy can’t see how anything is possible.

And yet, he lets it happen, because there’s Heaven in not being alone for once.

There’s Heaven in seeing Steve again.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #ficlet #ish #incoherent thoughts by me #I’m planning to write a fic like this WHEN I possess the energy #so there’s that

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