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Alive Poly Harringrove x reader
Poly! Billy x Reader x Steve
Time it took me: Probably around 4 hours while watching a movie and cooking dinner.
Word Count: 1614
I wrote this for me but I wanted to post it so here you go my loves! <3
"I don't want you to go." Billy said firmly.
"Wait what? You need me, you can't win this without me! Eleven can't win without me. She's not strong enough." You said, shaking your head.
"No you're not going!" Billy yelled, making you jump.
"Billy, you know she's right.. We need her, El can't do this without her." Steve said, running his hands through his hair. His eyes were slightly glossy and red.
There was a new force of evil running through the veins of Hawkins. It was stronger than anything you've ever fought before. El has lost multiple times to it and so have you. The group has started to call it Vecna. You've had dreams about it, you've had visions about it. You've seen each and every outcome of this battle.
You've seen them fail.
Win.
Die.
You've seen you lose Yourself and everyone you love and care about.
Billy.. Steve.. El.. Max.. everyone. That was your power. The gang Nicknamed you the fortune Teller or fortune cookie. You can see the future of everything and everyone. Every decision they make you can see their life path and purpose switch. Rather the ending is good or bad you can see it all. But you can’t necessarily tell them what happens or you lose sight of that person's path of life.
When you and El escaped from the lab you both were frightened to death. Both were scared of getting caught and taken back to Dr Brenner. You two were his favorites. And from your visions you knew he would stop at nothing to get you both back until he was dead. His ending was always the same. So much that you stopped looking for a different ending.
He chose his life.
And he chose his path.
You were a year older than El. You knew a lot more about life than she did. Only things from your vision though. You still knew very little. But that didn't stop you from immediately having a crush on Steve when you first saw him. You liked everything about him. From his big head of hair to his try hard charm. He liked you as well but he felt like the age gap was too much. Though you already knew that you saw the vision. You would always tell him small things about his future that you were sure would happen just to freak him out.
Anytime Steve would talk about a girl or having another crush you'd always shrug it off and say "I don't know why you're so pressed about it, we're all gonna end up together anyways. You just have to wait for Billy" Each time he and everyone else would ask "Who's Billy?" "What are you talking about??" They all questioned you until Billy came into town a few months later.
When Mike,Lucas and Dustin came fussing about MadMax all you could do was smile. when they asked you why you said "Billy's here." They would tease you about having an imaginary boyfriend until they saw that Billy was MadMax's brother.
"That's impossible." Lucas said.
"It's like she's a wizard! No guys hear me out-" Dustin yelled in excitement.
"No, that's crazy!" Mike screeched.
That was until you met Billy. He was busy yelling at Steve about something you can't remember about what. You walked into the room and when his eyes landed on you his eyes softened and his voice lower. The rest of the gang was there, staring at the scene unfolding in front of them.
"Hello Billy." You said softly, smiling at him.
"Do I know you pretty girl?" He questioned softly, frowning his eyebrows.
"You feel that flutter in your chest? It's a sign that you already know me Billy. You've felt it for a couple of days haven't you?" You said walking closer to him. As you did Steve backed up a little from Billy's grip.
"How did you know that?" He whispered tilting his head.
"You shouldn't fight with Steve like that. We'll be together, all three of us. I wouldn't want any fighting when I'm around. It's a headache." You finally made your way to Billy. Bringing your hand up to his check you tucked his hair behind his ear. To which he leaned his head into your hold.
"Who are you?" He questioned.
"You already know."
Approximately 2 months later from that day You, Steve and Billy started dating. It was very bumpy in the beginning. Steve and Billy fought a lot no matter if it was about you or not. But you always were the only one to be able to break them up and for them to just kiss and make up like big boys.
Everyone was shocked when you three started dating besides El. She knew your visions were always real. Soon after everyone did too. Whenever you didn't want to do something and you were adamant about not going somewhere. They all knew something bad would happen so they all would just stick with you. The group has grown to trust your judgment. To the point they would ask you pointless questions about their day to day life.
"Can I go to the grocery store?" Joyce asked, holding onto her purse looking at you.
"Yeah? Why wouldn't you be able to?” You questioned.
“Just checking.” Joyce said, walking away with a soft smile.
“Is this going to be a good brush for my hair or am I just wasting my time?” Steve asked, holding up a brush for you to see.
“Your hair will tangle up easier.” You said as Billy tightened his hold on your waist.
“Damn it.” Steve said, walking to put the brush down.
“Is Mike ever going to pay me back?” Lucas said, running up to you panting out of breath.
“Most likely not.” You said shrugging, flipping the page of the magazine you were holding.
“I told you! I knew it!” Lucas yelled to Mike.
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She doesn’t know what I’m gonna do in the future!” Mike screeched out.
“Like hell she does!” Dustin yelled out.
“You’ll die! I can’t let that happen.” Billy said, shaking his head.
He started to pace the room. A sign that you’ve learned that he does when he's scared or nervous. You're sure he's feeling all of those things right now. Billy is way more protective over you than Steve is. Steve will be protective over you till a certain extent. Billy will protect you to his death. He refuses to let anyone hurt you. Even himself.
“Way to throw good vibes in the air.” Steve mumbled under his breath.
“I’m not fucking around right now Harrington!” Billy said pushing Steve a little too hard to your liking.
“Billy, I will be fine. But I can’t sit around and watch you all die knowing I could have tried.” You said without even thinking.
“All of us?” Robin questioned.
“Oh great. Just great! She’s confirmed our death and you guys still want to go?!” Eddie said, jumping up from the sofa.
“We’re gonna die..” Nancy said, looking down.
“I- It’s a path but it’s not the only one! Billy I have to go or else it will be the only path. As much as you love me I can’t let that happen. I would never be the same. They’re my family.” You said keeping eye contact with Billy. His eyes were facing the ground. His eyes kept moving like they were searching for something but you know it was his attempts to keep his tears in.
“I- I..” Billy struggled to say. You walked closer to him with your head tilted a little.
“Billy, I have to go.”
“I can’t lose you. You're all I have. I can’t live a life without you.” Billy said lowly. His voice cracked a little but you heard him perfectly fine.
“You won’t lose me. I promise. And I’m not all you have.. You have Steve.” You said promising and in attempts to make him feel better.
Billy let out a bitter laugh.
“We fight like dogs.” He huffed out.
“Because you love each other just as much as you both love me. Just in your own ways.” You said softly grabbing his billy lifting it up slightly so you could see better. Wiping his tears you kissed his lips softly.
“We're going to be okay. I promise.”
“Pinky promise?” Billy and Steve said at the same time making them look at each other as Steve moved closer.
“Pinky promise.” You answered softly, smiling.
Steve kissed your forehead and brung the three of you into a small group hug. You all felt each other relax in each other's hold. With this you saw their life paths change. They’d stick together no matter what happened tonight and that was all you needed. If there was a sacrifice that had to be made, Your two lover boys would have each other's backs to the end.
“So are we still going?” Eddie asked, making you three break away from the group hug.
“Yeah we are.” You said nodding.
“And are we all going to live?” Erica questioned.
“If that’s what you call it.” You said starting to walk away.
“Wait what?! What do you mean by that?!” Eddie screamed.
“Oh hell.”
“That’s it! We're doomed!” Dustin said.
This would be one hell of a fight and all you knew was One of you was not walking away from it alive. And you would be damned if it was one of them.
There all you have.
And no one was going to take them from you.
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lesson learned (maybe) - billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington smut
word count: 4.1k
genre: SMUT FILTH LEMONIEST LEMON
pairing: billy and steve x reader (afab/fem terminology/she her but minimal pronoun usage)
summary: When you inadvertantly cop an attitude, Billy and Steve decide to fuck a little respect into you.
warnings: dom billy, softer dom steve, manhandling, multiple daddys, reader is called a brat, spanking, billy's rings, strenth kink (if that exists), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, dumbification, some babying/infantalization, sexy condescending, petnames (princess, angel, honey bunny, pooh bear, good girl, love bug, doll face, sugar lips, toots, ), steve's chest hair <3, billy's necklace <3, "don't look at him, look at me, face grabbing, prolonged eye contact, hair/top of head petting (in a condesending way not a long silky tresses way), sexy punishments, mentions of orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation, hearing smwn get undressed behind you, mostly clothed sex, head down ass up position, praise, reader has fuck me eyes, coochie spreading, hair pulling, mouth fucking/m recieving oral, cervix kissing, spitroasting, double penetration, face fucking, breeding (it's billy ofc there's breeding), attention kink????, clit play/rubbing, checking on your partner during intense sex, surprise (but still fully consetual) anal, some feral billy, cum as lube, emotional intimacy, steve has sensitive hair, choking/neck grabbing for a hot second, nipple/boob play, groping, neck kisses and hickeys, a lot of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, sleeping sammiched between two hot buff men (the dream), implications of future bratty reader
music rec: masochist - palaye royale (I didn't have a specific song I was listening to while writing this it was just a lot of underground krnb and the same two pop punk groups but I feel like this fits pretty well)
a/n: holy fucking shit this got off the rails so fast I think it might actualy be worse than daddy sorry
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ALSO HAPPY STRANGER THINGS 4 V1!!!!!!! I hope this doesn't wreck all of us like I know it will lmao
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AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+!!!!! Also everything that happens in this fic is totally consentual and bc it's fiction it doesn't follow all the real life rules and ettiquete so make sure irl you're communicating with your partners and taking care of each other <3
You think you’ve come to know Billy and Steve pretty well in the time you’ve spent together, and right now, just by the look on his face, you can tell things with Billy are about to get really intense.
“Did you just give me attitude?”
“What?” you ask, meeting his intense gaze, heart beating faster at his words. Billy’s voice is dangerous, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “No, I-”
“Cause that sounded like attitude.” He concludes, voice almost too calm, too quiet. He’s watching you, waiting for your next move. You take too long, you suppose, because before you know it, Billy’s throwing you over his shoulder and storming straight to the bedroom.
“Billy!” you protest, fighting a flustered giggle.
“You wanna act like a brat?” he asks rhetorically, starting to set you down, eyes burning into yours, “I’ll show you what happens to brats who give their daddies attitude.” After that moment of intense, lingering eye contact, he sits on the edge of the bed, and bends you over his lap.
“Billy-” your protest wilts in your throat as he lands a smack to your ass, sending burning heat straight to your core. It’s a warning to behave, and one that you listen to.
“You wanna try that again?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. Your silence is deafening. You stop squirming against him, and he accepts that as you submitting to him, finally listening to your daddy like a good girl should.
“Good,” he states, seeming more calm than before now that you’re listening to him. “Now count.” He orders, that stern, dominant edge right back in his voice. You feel him flip up your skirt and pull down your panties, laying another harsh smack to your ass. The feeling of his big hands and cold rings against your bare, warm flesh sends heat and sticky arousal pooling against your exposed slit. You whimper, embarrassed at how fast he has you wrapped around his finger. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place. He’s so jacked it’s not like he can’t manhandle you when he wants to.
“I said,” he repeats, hand still on your ass, fingers beginning to rub at your dripping, puffy cunt, “count.”
“C’mon, don’t be so mean, Billy,” you look up - as much as you’re able to in your current position - at Steve, who’s just entered the room. Relief washes over you. Steve’s presence has always been able to soften some of Billy’s rougher edges, and you can always count on him to play the good cop. Before you can let out your sigh of relief, Steve crouches down to your level, looking at you with that sweet, saccharine look of his.
“Dumb little baby can’t even count, can you, princess?”
His voice is cloying and condescending as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them with one hand, and makes you shake your head no.
“That’s what I thought.” he states, patting your cheek, and standing up to address Billy. “See? Not fair.”
You stare at the carpet where he stands for a moment, before he walks back toward the bed. If Steve isn’t going easy on you, you’re going to be in for a really, really long night. This thought, paired with his words and condescending tone has you dripping all over Billy’s fingers, something you’re sure he won’t let you live down.
You assume Steve had some kind of exchange with Billy, because a moment later, Billy picks you up, and sets you down, kneeling on the foot of the bed. Steve is reclining in front of you, splayed out and bulging in his pants. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and you can see his chest hair poking through on the exposed skin not covered by his tank top. He curls his fingers, motioning for you to crawl towards him, and you do without a thought.
“Princess,” he starts, “what you did was real disrespectful, real naughty,” he amends, dumbing down his choice of words. “Do you understand?” he asks, waiting for your response. You nod.
“Apologize to Billy.” he says, nodding over in his direction. You turn back to Billy, also rock hard in his pants. His button up is almost entirely open, and aside from the necklace resting on his collar bones, his chest is bare. You look up at him, his eyes smoldering into yours, and turn away. You can feel him watching you, expectant, and you look back up at him.
“Sorry Billy,” you say quietly.
He sighs, looking away for a second, then right back at you with that same intense eye contact.
“...Sorry for what.”
It should be a question, but it’s a statement, an order. You blanch, mind going blank. You turn back to Steve, but before you can, Billy grabs your face, making you look back at him.
“Don’t look at him.” he warns, keeping your attention where he wants it, “What are you sorry for?”
“Billy…” Steve sighs, unsaid words hanging in the air. Don’t be so hard on you, you’re too dumb to understand what’s going on. They share a glare, and you only see Billy’s half of the silent conversation. Finally, he looks back down at you. He seems slightly softer than before, but still just as intense. He crouches down to your eye level, voice low and deliberate.
“I’m going to ask one more time, sugar lips. What are you sorry for?”
You blink, brain short circuiting as you try desperately to scramble for an answer. God, you swear it’s on the tip of your tongue. A few moments pass with you giving him an adorable blank look, struggling for an answer. He looks like he’s about to give up when you manage to choke something out.
“Being disrespectful?” you ask, watching his reaction closely. He smirks, holding back a chuckle.
“For being disrespectful.” Billy repeats, seeming satisfied with your answer. He leans down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, then nodding his head for you to go back to Steve. You turn to him, and he pats the bed. You start to crawl over, and as you turn around, Billy places another affectionate smack on your still exposed ass. You can feel yourself dripping, and he smirks at the sticky arousal left on his hand.
Once you get closer to Steve, he has you lay between his legs. Your face is dangerously close to his bulge as he begins to pet your hair.
“Wow, disrespectful,” he says, voice both loving and cloyingly patronizing, “that’s a big girl word, isn’t it?” you nod, and he smiles, agreeing, “Yeah. Can you spell disrespectful?” he asks slowly.
“Uh…” you start, thoughts foggy from all the attention and coddling they’ve been giving you. Before you can try, Steve continues.
“I didn’t think so.” he states, “That’s okay, though, good girls don’t need to be good at spelling, not when they listen to their daddies.”
His voice instantly makes you feel more relaxed, and he continues to pat your head absentmindedly. He has another silent conversation with Billy, but this time, you only see Steve’s side. He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you.
“That was a good sorry you said to Billy, good job, angel.”
He smiles, and you start to relax. You’re just starting to think you got away with avoiding one of Billy’s insane punishments - usually involving a lot of orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation, and will go on for hours until you can’t even remember your own name. Right then, Steve’s hand moves from your hair to your face, guiding you to look up at him. You hear the unmistakable noise of Billy undoing his belt behind you, and beginning to take off his pants.
“Unfortunately, you did misbehave, so we’re still going to have to punish you.”
Your pupils dilate and you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you as Billy moves closer. He grabs your hips, hoisting them up and back to him so you’re bent over ass up, groping your squishy flesh with his big strong hands, as Steve simultaneously thrusts his hips up to slide down his jeans and boxers enough to pull out his cock. It hangs in front of you, red and dripping precum, and your mouth waters at the sight. Steve grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and holding his throbbing cock in the other.
“Open up, honey bunny…” he tantalizes, letting out a long sigh as you sink your soft, warm, beautiful mouth over his cock. He lets out a low moan.
“Oh, there’s a good girl, good girl, pooh bear…” His cock is massive, already pulsing and dripping delicious precum down your throat. The familiar feeling, taste, weight of his cock in your mouth drags you even deeper into the hazy warmth of their embrace. Right as you’re starting to get comfortable groping and sucking of Steve’s cock, right when his hands have found their place in your hair and his head is tilted back, eyes angled down to watch you suck him off with that loving smile at the corners of his mouth, right when you bat your pretty little doe eyes that just scream fuck me daddy up at him, Billy plunges two of his long, thick fingers deep inside your dripping, burning heat, spreading you open.
You let out a choked moan at the sensation of Billy’s fingers keeping your dripping heat on full display, causing Steve’s cock to twitch inside you. He tugs on your hair to keep you focused. You look back up at Steve, trying to keep your attention on working your mouth around his cock, hungry for more praise from his pretty lips. Behind you, Billy curls his fingers against your sensitive walls, waking you up from the inside. He lets out a long, low whistle, admiring you all spread out for him.
“Fucking dripping…” he muses, and you can practically see the smirk on his face from his tone alone.
“‘Course she is,” Steve interjects, agreeing, “look at her.” He watches you suckle his cock, eyes half lidded, drool and precum pooling at the corners of your mouth. Billy continues, voice low as he works his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing at your bumpy walls
“Tell daddy how much you love his fingers, princess…”
You try, gurgling around Steve’s cock, and he lets out a sharp moan, gripping your hair even harder. Billy chuckles, and Steve glares at him in a warning. Billy continues, chuckling as he stretches you out in preparation for you to take his massive cock. His fingers reach so deep inside you, touching places you never could have imagined before knowing him. He scissors your spongy walls with his thick fingers, his hands so strong that even your tightness provides little resistance against him. Steve sighs, still gripping your hair as he slowly starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth, helping you along as you bob your head.
“Just like that,” Steve moans, gazing down at you, “good girl, pooh bear…”
“God your tight little cunt dripping for me, dollface,” Billy states, yet again landing a smack on your ass. He chuckles as you flutter around him.
“You like when Stevie praises you like that?” Billy asks, scissoring your walls, once again deeply stretching you in preparation for your cock. You gurgle around Steve, who bucks his hips at the sensation.
“Oh, you just love this, don’t you princess?” Steve asks rhetorically, as Billy suddenly, finally plunges his cock into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as Billy works his thick, pulsing cock closer and closer to your cervix. He lets out a growling moan, panting and adjusting to how tight you are, how perfectly you squeeze and rub his cock.
“Look at you, all pretty and full of cock,” Steve coos. You barely process what he said, that deep satisfaction of really being full still settling over you. Billy has one hand pressing down on your back, the other grabbing your hip and holding it close to him as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, while Steve holds your head nice and steady, doing the same thing from the front.
“You like that, sugar lips? Like it when daddy wrecks you with his cock?” Billy growls behind you, hand pressing against your stomach. The extra pressure and friction, paired with the feeling of the bulge he’s making in your tummy has you squeezing around him.
“Good job, princess… keep going, just like that…” Steve moans, voice breathy.
“Fuckin’ made for taking our cocks.” Billy agrees.
“Such a good girl for your daddies, angel.”
“Pretty thing like you just loves being bent over and bred, don’t you, dollface?”
All the attention, their continued torrent of filthy thoughts, and their cocks continuing to pound into you mercilessly from both ends has you squeezing and drooling around them. The erratic rhythm of their thrusts, sometimes in sync sometimes not, brings you drastically closer than before. Billy’s hand moves from his bulge pounding in and out of your tummy further down, and his fingers, still damp with your earlier arousal, begin playing with your clit.
The added stimulation has you gurgling around Steve’s cock, yet again. Billy feels you tighten up around him, and he knows you’re close. He gives Steve a look, then bends over you, leaning closer to your ear. You can feel the cool metal of his necklace graze your back with every thrust.
“You gonna cum for daddy, sugar?” Billy asks, and you can tell by the pace of his thrusts, the growl in his voice, the way he almost laughs at the end that all this is really riling him up.
“Oh, is baby gonna make a big mess all over Billy’s cock?” Steve coos, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth.
Before you can even moan, you’re cumming hard. You clamp down around Billy’s cock, holding him in place while his hand carries you through your high, the other groping your hip. Your legs shake, and you moan, gurgling around Steve’s cock. They shower you in more praise and filthy sentiments, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re so blinded by your euphoria you lose your senses for a minute. Once you start to come back down to earth, you feel Steve scratch your head, and you glance up at him, eyes glassy.
“Still with us, love bug?” he asks. You nod, and you continue sucking on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss of air. “Good,” he concludes, proud of how well you’re trained, how fast you can bounce back, “cause we still have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Billy?”
He agrees, and he’s soon back to the brutal pace he’d set before, this time amplified by the sensitivity from your orgasm. A little voice in the back of your mind is starting to wonder where the whole punishment part will come in. As intense and amazing as this is, you know it’s not what Steve, much less Billy, would qualify as a punishment.
As all that is brewing in the back of your mind, you can feel Billy’s cool rings on your skin as he gathers up some of your sticky cum dripping out of your hole. Your eyes widen as he spreads your cheeks, and begins to rub it further up. Heat rushes to your face as he edges you, cock continuing to plunge in and out of you lower down. Behind you, you hear his voice, breathy and gravely and more turned on than you’ve ever heard it.
“Gotta make sure you’re all stretched out everywhere, sugar lips,” he moans, rubbing against your puckered hole. He teases you, edging the sensitive flesh before popping his finger in, and lets out an unhinged laugh.
“F-fuck, Harrington. You were right, she’s even tighter now…” Billy says with a moan.
“What did I tell you? If we- shit,” Steve cuts himself off as you mouth him more intensely in response to Billy fingering your ass while he fucks you. You moan around Steve, and Billy growls behind you. He picks up his pace, rubbing against your walls, fingering your honey even deeper into your previously untouched hole. He can feel his finger rubbing against his cock through the squishy wall barely separating them. You’re whining at his touch, rutting your hips back against his cock, as Steve thrusts steadily into your mouth.
“Aww, does our slutty little baby like being stuffed full in every hole?” he purrs. Before you can consider trying to answer, he thrusts into your mouth, harder and faster than before. Billy works another finger into your previously untouched hole, both tightening around him at the entrance. His free hand slaps your ass, then returns to press into your back to stop you from squirming so much.
“You like that, sugar lips?” Billy pants, smirking behind you. In front of you, Steve’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls at your hair.
“F-fuck, shit!” Steve hisses, pulling you closer to his hips as he finally spills his load down your throat. He tastes divine, and you work your tired jaw, swallowing as much of him as you can. He lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back and bucking into your soft mouth. His thick seed spills out of the corners of your mouth, and once he catches his breath, he finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. He gazes at you with that loving look, a smirk at the corners of his lips.
“You really are something special, you know that?”
A strand of your spit mixed with his cum connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment as you look up at him, tongue lolled out and panting. You’re truly a sight to behold. Caressing the side of your face, he swipes off some of the cum from the corner of our mouth, holding up his hand and letting it drip for Billy to see. He humps into you harder, working his fingers deep into your ass, and lets out a groan at the sight of Steve’s cum and your spit dripping from his finger.
“Shit! Playing dirty, Harrington…” he moans with a laugh. Billy pulls out of you suddenly, moving to the side and pulling your face towards his cock. You open automatically, and he smiles at how well trained you are. You take his throbbing length into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. After just a few pumps, he’s grabbing your face, pulling you closer to his hips as he blows his load down your throat. You swallow up his thick, creamy seed while his eyes burn into yours, watching every move you make. He pants, gaze unwavering.
“...Such a good girl for me,” he says slowly, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, his hands caressing your face, while Steve’s find their way to your hair again. Reluctantly, Billy pulls away, finally standing up and stretching. His muscles glisten, a thin sheen of sweat over his tan skin. Once again, he hoists you up effortlessly, and you let out a very cute noise of surprise.
“Up you go, doll face,” he says, wrapping your legs up high on his torso. Steve groans behind you, presumably stretching too, then you feel him press up against your back, pushing you closer to Billy and folding you in half. One of Billy’s hands rests on your ass, holding you up, and Steve’s arm snakes around to your chest, fondling your tits.
“Alright,” Steve says, “now that she’s all stretched out…” You feel the heads of their cocks kiss your entrances. Billy smirks, his gaze smoldering and voice low.
“It’s time for your punishment, sugar lips.”
They both push their huge cocks into your tight holes.
You’re overwhelmed by the sensation, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, that the feeling of both their cocks fucking into you at once like this has your head spinning in the best way possible. Before you can dwell on that for too long, Steve begins nibbling on your ear and sucking a hickey into your neck, causing you to moan.
“G-god,” you breathe, both your walls already tightening around them, as you try not to cum already. If you came undone this fast they would never let you hear the end of it.
“Right here, toots,” Billy says, hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. His eyes burn into yours, and he smirks at the fucked out look on your face. Your stomach is pressed up against Billy’s abs, and you can feel the bulge of his cock, amplified by Steve’s cock fighting for space inside you. They press and rub against each other, throbbing against your warm, grippy walls. They soon settle into a rhythm that has you whining and squirming fruitlessly against their muscular bodies.
“Good girl, good girl, baby,” Steve murmurs, as Billy continues to hold your eye contact. Desperate for something to hold onto, you reach back, pulling on Steve’s hair.
“Oh f-fuck!” Steve moans, hips spasming and bucking into your ass. You whine at the motion and Billy laughs at his reaction. Steve moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear and his hand moves to your neck.
“Play fair if you want to cum, angel,” he warns, almost laughing at how good that felt. He makes a mental note to have you do it again more, later, as they both continue to pound into you and feel you up. You’re surprised you’ve lasted this long, but you know it’s over when Steve starts playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them in that way that he knows makes heat pool between your legs. You gasp, and Billy takes the opportunity to place two of his fingers in your mouth. You hear Steve chuckle against your skin.
“Look at you with Billy’s fingers in your mouth, so pretty,” Steve coos in your ear, sending chills down your spine. It’s enough to send you over the edge again, and you moan out a muffled whine, squeezing and clamping around them, your legs shaking in their place around Billy’s waist.
You’re not sure how long it goes on for, and by the time that they shoot their last load of hot, sticky cum up both your holes, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms they’ve drawn out of you.
“Shit!” Steve hisses, continuing to fuck his cum deeper inside your ass, stretching you out and pumping you full “Oh god!” His moans are loud in spite of the fact that they’re partially muffled by his face in your neck. Finally, Billy follows suit, blowing his load inside your dripping pussy for the last time tonight. His eyes burn into yours as he moans out a laugh, hips bucking sporadically.
“F-fuck- just love being bred and stuffed in every hole, don’t you doll face?” his breath is warm against your face as he continues his torrent of filthy thoughts, riding out his high, “Huh?” He coaxes, “Want me and Harrington to fuck a baby into you? Knock you up real good…”
Eventually, somehow they run out of stamina, the thrusting of their cocks slowing down and finally coming to a stop, where they pull out of you with more gratuitously wet noises than you’ve ever heard. You rest your head on Billy’s chest, totally spaced out, only able to briefly muse that they were successful in fucking you until you can’t think straight.
When you’re all cleaned up, they curl up in bed on either side of you, Steve pulling you close to his bare chest, Billy’s grip on your waist rock strong. He guides you to look over at him, to which you comply, and he catches your mouth in another deep, open mouthed kiss.
“I think you learned your lesson, didn’t you doll face?” He asks, taking a moment to gaze at you lovingly. You nod, humming in response before curling up into Steve’s chest. They both settle against you, sandwiching you tightly between their warm, muscular bodies.
“Eh, she’s not going to act up like that again,” Steve concludes, patting your hip, and Billy chuckles.
“Got that right.”
In the few moments before you almost instantaneously fall asleep, you think you might just act up like that again. Especially if it leads to this much fun.
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18+ trans male reader :)
could you write one where the reader (possibly trans male) has a rough day at school (like he’s a senior) and billy and steve comfort him and help relieve some stress with a lot of praises yk
i absolutely adore your writing and i hope you have a good day/night depending on when you’re reading this 🫶🫶
Thank you for requesting this!! It was so nice to write. I tried to keep away from using any feminine terms to describe the reader's genitals. Also featuring a single instance of Steve's daddy kink because we love and cherish him. And thank you for the sweet compliments! I'm glad you like my writing ♡
↪ 2115 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for crying, minor daddy kink, use of condom(s), referenced/implied transphobia, un-transitioned trans!male reader, and mild overstimulation.
Content tags — trans male submissive reader / cis male dominant Steve / cis male dominant Billy / cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex.
You wipe the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your oversized hoodie as the phone rings. You huddle into the corner of the phone booth, shivering in the cold, relieved when Billy’s voice floods the line after the seventh ring.
“Who’s this?” His raspy, tired tone calms your nerves just the slightest bit.
“Can you come get me?” You breathe out, tears welling up in your eyes again at how small and pathetic your voice sounds.
You hear something clatter to the ground on the other side, followed by some shuffling before Billy responds.
“Yeah, yeah. You just got outta school right? Are you by the payphone there?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in five,” the line goes dead with a click. You put the phone back on the hook and sink down to the floor of the booth. Billy and Steve’s apartment is ten minutes away.
He makes it in eight, Camaro roaring over the hill before he’s pulling up to the phone booth with the angry squealing of tires. He reaches over to push the passenger side door open for you and you give a weak smile in response to his shining grin as you slip into the seat.
“Had a cop on my ass the whole time,” he says, in way of an apology.
“S’fine,” you murmur.
You close the door and he wastes no time tearing off, pulling a sharp u-turn to head back towards home. You huddle into yourself, hoodie purposely oversized to hide your chest. You can see Billy glancing over at you out of the corner of your eye. The radio isn’t blaring, which means he plans to talk. You sigh.
“What happened to your bike?” He asks gruffly, though he probably already knows the answer.
“They slashed my tires,” you respond, voice bland. You’re tired. You just want to go home, get wrapped up in Steve and Billy’s arms, and go to sleep.
“Who?” He grits out.
You shrug, averting your eyes to look out the window. It’s late September. The sky is blotted with dark gray clouds, and it’s begun to sprinkle. The ambiance is comforting and coincidental.
When you look back over, Billy’s white-knuckling the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. You can see his jaw clenching and unclenching, that little vein in his forehead throbbing with the movement.
“You should find out who, alright?” He finally says. “If you can. The school might have security footage. You can ask someone in the office. They can’t keep getting away with this shit.”
“You’d just hurt them,” you whisper.
“They deserve it,” he replies, voice sharp and final. You fall quiet, listening to the purr of the engine as he drives.
You pass through the doorway into their apartment, kicking your shoes off and slinging your back onto the floor next to the mud mat. You head straight for the bedroom, the sound of Billy setting his keys and wallet down, the shuffling of his coat being hung up fading down the hallway.
Steve’s sitting on the edge of the bed, facing toward the door, scribbling something down in a notebook. He’s shirtless, just in a pair of sweatpants. He looks up when you enter and gives a soft smile, leaning down the length of the bed to throw the notebook and pen onto the nightstand before sitting back up, patting his thigh in invitation.
“Bad day?” He asks.
You nod, taking your spot on his lap and burying your face into the crook of his neck. He strokes his big hands up and down your back, pressing gentle kisses to the side of your head. You sniffle and sigh, breathing in his scent. Something cinnamon and maple-like.
Billy pads into the room and throws himself onto the bed, shifting over to the right side and spreading out.
“Assholes broke his bike,” he grumbles. You whimper and tug Steve a little closer to you. Steve sighs against your ear, turning just enough to look over at the blond.
“Billy,” he chides.
“What?”
Steve levels him with a look. A practiced expression Billy’s come to understand as shut the fuck up. He rolls his eyes, arms crossing as he lays back and pouts, glaring up at the ceiling.
“Stevie?” You whisper, pulling back just enough to look Steve in the eyes. He hums in response, giving you a small smile. “Can… could you… touch me?” You add, voice small.
“‘Course, baby boy,” he grins. You flush at the endearment, letting your eyes flutter shut as he trails his hands down your torso, to your waist, and further back to grope and massage your ass.
He gently presses his lips to yours, kissing you slow and chaste. He urges you to grind against him, feeling him slowly begin to chub up beneath you. You let out a shaky breath, hands tangling in his long hair as he moves to suck and lick at your neck, making a point of marking you.
You wrap your legs tight around his waist, allowing him to move and shuffle onto his knees, plopping you onto the bed. He sneaks his hands underneath your hoodie, slowly pushing it up to reveal your chest. You roll your head back, trying not to look as he begins to suck and bite at your nipples.
You meet Billy’s eyes, his pupils already blown wide with lust. He must’ve kicked off his pants at some point, his palm grinding against the bulge in his boxers as he watches. He gives a genuine smile as your gazes lock before shuffling forward, reaching with his free hand to grab the back of your head and kiss you, licking into your mouth.
You moan, brain fuzzy at the dual sensation of Billy’s mouth on yours and Steve’s tongue lapping over your nipple, massaging your other pec, his thumb rubbing over your pink bud before he switches sides, giving the same attention to the other.
Billy pulls away slightly, pressing a kiss to your chin, the tip of your nose, before resting his forehead against yours.
“You’re so hot, babe,” he murmurs, his voice a near growl with how deeply he speaks. “Sexiest guy I’ve ever seen.”
You whine, hips shifting as Steve starts to work at your belt, unbuckling it with the clink of metal before sliding the loose denim down your legs. You moan as he licks at you through your boxers, letting saliva leak past his lips to further dampen the fabric, digging his tongue between your folds.
Billy shuffles onto his knees beside your head, shoving his briefs down to let his cock spring free. You keen at the sight, thick and red, the head dribbling precum. He rubs the head of it over your lips, making your lips glossy. You try to suck it into your mouth but he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, pulling you away.
“Just lick it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. You stare back up at him with wide, wet eyes before refocusing on your task, lolling your tongue out to begin lapping at the hard flesh.
He groans as you lick at him, sliding your lips along his length and coating it in your spit. You gasp when Steve shifts your boxers down before mouthing at your cocklet, breathing heavily as he licks between your folds. He narrows his tongue, shoving it into your hole, forcing a whine from your lips.
He circles his tongue within your walls for a few moments before pulling back, panting.
“S-so good,” he breathes out, glancing up at you before letting his eyes flutter shut as he gives a few rough licks to your cocklet. “So good for daddy.”
You whine at his words, hips bucking up against his mouth as he returns to eating you out. Billy groans as well, holding your head in place with a gentle grip in your hair as he slowly slides his cock back and forth along your lips and lolling tongue.
“Our baby boy…” Billy adds, his tone surprisingly endearing—a tone you know is only reserved for you and Steve. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, overwhelmed by how loving they are of you, how lucky you are to have caught their attention, to have been accepted into a relationship with the both of them and just as easily accepted for who you are.
Steve preps you for his cock slow and gentle, two fingers sliding into your clutch easily. Your hips rock as he thrusts them into you, his free hand fumbling with the bedside drawer to grab a tube of lube and a condom. He squirts some onto your mound, making you gasp at the cold before he's slipping a third finger in.
Billy reaches down to play with your chest, squeezing one of them in his big hand before pinching and tugging roughly at your nipples. Your back arches into the touch, attempting to relieve the sting as you whine.
Steve spreads his fingers as wide as he can inside of you, stretching your walls as he suckles at your cocklet. He pulls his fingers free and gives you one last lick before shuffling forward onto his knees.
He pushes his sweats down below his hips, hard cock bobbing as it’s freed. It’s longer than Billy’s, but not quite as thick. Flushed pink and leaking precum like a faucet. You stare down at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth still agape as he slips the condom on and lines himself up. He leans down, pressing kisses to your chest as he begins to push in, your hole giving surprisingly easy to his cock.
The both of you moan low and long as he breaches you, the tight rings of muscles of your clutch squeezing down around him. Billy takes to stroking the rest of his length as Steve begins to slowly rock into you, carefully increasing his pace as you adjust.
You continue to mouth sloppily at Billy’s cockhead, ministrations becoming messier and messier as Steve’s pace picks up until he’s slamming into you, punching little “ah, ah, ah”’s out past your lips as his cock fucks into your hole.
“So handsome,” Steve moans, watching your face, scrunched up from pleasure, with hazy eyes. “Feel so good around me, baby boy. Always feels so good.”
You whine, desperately circling your hips downwards in an attempt to meet his brutal thrusts. His cock grinds over your prostate, your hole sore and twitching as his own cock pulses and kicks within your walls. Billy breathes open-mouthed above you, close to his own release, the head of his dick beginning to spurt out more pre.
Billy comes first, careful to position himself as he does so, shooting his load upon your flexing tongue and into your mouth. He lets out a bellowing, growling moan as he finishes, stroking his cock a few more times for good measure before the overstimulation becomes too much and he has to pull away, leaving his quickly softening cock to rest against your cheek.
Steve moans at the sight, feeling his orgasm quickly building. He reaches down to thumb at your cocklet, the rough callouses of his fingertips making you squirm and cry out, hips bucking up into the touch. You clench down tight around him, a gush of slick coating his cock as you come with a keening cry.
He gasps at the sudden vice grip of your hole, sheathing himself fully within you one last time before he comes with a shuddering groan, hips twitching as your thighs shake around his waist. You absently notice Billy’s moved away from you as you lay spent, trying to catch your breath as Steve’s cock begins to soften and he slips out of you, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash beside the bed.
He plops down on his side next to you, throwing an arm over your middle and nuzzling against the side of your head.
“I’m sorry today sucked,” he murmurs.
“S’okay,” you reply with a weak smile, turning your head to look him in the eyes, faces so close the both of you almost go cross-eyed as your gazes meet. “I’ve got you two to help, y’know?”
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too.”
You feel the bed shift as Billy returns and look down, watching him kneel between your spread legs before lowering onto his belly. He grabs your thighs and throws them over his shoulders, quickly delving to lick between your folds.
“Billy!” You gasp.
He looks up at you with a vicious grin, giving a teasing lick to your sensitive cocklet before he speaks.
“My turn.”
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Stranger Things Have Happened In Hawkins || Harringrove x Reader (3/4)
Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Dean Winchester x Castiel
Universe: crossover supernatural universe x stranger things universe
Summary: As the Battle of Starcourt Mall comes to a close, can Y/n save everyone? And if they can’t, how will they deal with the aftermath?
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings: Major character death, Neil Hargrove is his own warning, Mentions of Billy’s childhood ab*se
Read it on this post (under the cut) or on AO3
“Billy!” You yelled. He and El were by the mind flayer. You couldn’t get to them quickly; you were hiding behind a pole in the upstairs of the mall. You were the only one on the upper floor when you had to duck for cover. You were trying to move fast enough to get down to the pair, but you weren’t sure if you could get there in time. The scream of his name came out without you even thinking. You weren’t used to having to run everywhere– your powers usually were able to carry you everywhere you needed to go in an instant. It felt like your body was running on fumes and no matter how much you tried you couldn’t access your power when you needed it the most.
He looked toward the sound of his name. His emotions showed on his face for just a split second. His expression went from completely blank to worried when he saw you. There was fear in his eyes for both you and him. He wasn’t safe because the mind flayer still had control of him. You weren’t safe because you were in that mall with him. The mind flayer took notice of you, but it was occupied with El for the time being. It seemed to know that you were weak. It wasn’t at all concerned with you interfering with its plans.
Billy looked away from you and back toward El when she reached her hand out to his face. She could feel his body trembling. “I saw her– Y/n.” El searched his face, his blankness waivered at the sound of your name. “The night of the Snow Ball.”
“Though, you are the devil, Billy Hargrove.”
“The Camaro, the necklace. She looked pretty,” El continued. “She loves you, Billy.”
A tear slipped down Billy’s face. El knew that she was starting to get through to him. “Billy, please! You don’t have to do this! We can make it out of this together.” Your voice was coming from just behind him. The mind flayer roared. You felt your body become icy. You swore that in that moment you could see your breath puffing out from your chest. In a moment of panic you reached out for Billy, and your hand touched his shoulder. Something it had done many times before, but this time was a completely different experience. His body whipped around before you could even process it, and you were pinned to the ground. He had his whole body weight resting on your wrists to hold you in place. Your hands were pinned on either side of your head. The floor of the mall felt smooth, but dirty on your skin. Billy’s expression was pained and his eyes were wet. You wiggled, trying to escape his grasp, but your body was just too weak. You could see him fighting the mind flayer behind his eyes. They were moving rapidly across your features. You could hear El scooting her body across the floor in an attempt to get away from the monster and Billy both. You felt your eyes begin to water as the mind flayer roared again. It was looming over you and Billy. “It will be over soon,” he said softly.
“Billy please–” The words came out in a sob. You really thought you were going to die in that moment. You were never going to see Castiel or Dean again. You were never going to see Kevin again either. This would be your end– dying in a mall from some weird shadow creature in 1985. In your final moments, you would be killed with your lover. Images of your father flashed across your mind.
The scene was blurry, but his hand was on your shoulder. He had a soft smile on his features. “It’s all going to be okay, Y/n. Sam and Dean will protect you, won’t you boys?” He asked. He briefly looked at the brothers, who were both standing behind you.
You craned your neck back and looked over your shoulder at them. Dean nodded and Sam tossed you a small wave. “Not that we have much experience with kids, but we’ll do our best.”
You looked back toward your father, Gabriel, and he was still softly smiling at you. “I’ll be back before you know it. I always find my way back to you when we get separated, don’t I, Y/n?”
You nodded . “Yeah, you do.”
“Be brave for me, alright? The Winchesters might be annoying, but they will protect you. We’ll be together again before you even have time to miss me,” his expression was unwavering, but you could feel his worry through the tone of his voice. You both knew he might not make it back this time– he was going to stand off against his brother Lucifer, afterall. You reached out and hugged him tightly. “Don’t worry, sweet angel of mine, it will be over soon.”
When your eyes came back into focus, Billy wasn’t holding you down anymore. El was hovering over you and was crying. You followed her line of sight, turning your head toward the mind flayer. Billy was yelling; it was a deep, gut-wrenching noise. He was standing just in front of the monster. You watched in horror as he was picked up and stabbed through the chest. You and Max both screamed. You did everything you could to get your body to move, but you couldn’t make it. Your muscles felt like they were locked in place. Your whole body was frozen. The mind flayer roared again as Joyce destroyed the machines downstairs. It was dying, but it didn’t push out its dying breath until it tossed a bearly conscious Billy onto the floor next to you. Max ran over to the three of you. The building was falling in around you and your tears made it incredibly hard to make out any of the details of Billy’s face. You knew he didn’t have long. “B-”
“Max, Y/n… I’m sorry.”
You felt his soul leave his body in that moment, or at least that’s what you thought you felt. More screams came from both you and Max. Joyce, the other kids, and Murray had to help your little group escape the burning building. You begged someone– anyone to go back for Billy, but the fire was too large. He was gone.
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No one saw you for the first few weeks after the Battle of Starcourt. You didn’t go to the hospital for your injuries because you knew you would heal on your own. With Billy gone, you just wanted to be alone. Steve, Max, Dustin, and Robin all stopped by your house– several times. They knocked on your door and vaguely yelled in your direction to see if you were alive. You never gave an answer; you were just curled up on your couch, cuddling one of Billy’s t-shirts. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer the door. You knew that they would all become more worried when they saw your state. You knew that they were, of course, worried about you now, but you feared what they might think if they saw you. You hadn’t eaten and you had barely slept. Nothing about your current mental state was well. That didn’t stop them from all trying to get through to you. Jonathan drove the whole party over to your house once. Nothing seemed to get you moving. Steve threatened to break down your door if you didn’t answer a few times, but Robin talked him down every time. “She’ll come out when she’s ready, Steve.”
The usual point Robin made was made again today, but Steve’s reply was different than normal. He, Dustin, Robin, and Max were on your front porch again. You wanted a hug from Steve. You wanted to console Max and listen to music with Robin; talk about your next campaign with Dustin. You just couldn’t bring yourself to break the wall that you had built up around yourself. “What if she doesn’t though?” Steve huffed. You furrowed your eyebrows.
“What do you mean?” Dustin asked.
“We don’t know what she’s doing in there. What if she’s hurt or–”
Robin shook her head, you could see her shadow through the curtain. “Don’t even go there, Steve. Remember what we talked about?”
“Not going straight to the worst-case scenario.”
“Yep,” Robin nodded. “Y/n has been through a lot, more than I can even imagine based on what you all have told me. She’s an angel who’s trapped in the wrong time, has been hunted her whole life with a price on her head, and she’s lost almost everyone. She is struggling and we should be here for her, but we can’t push her to do anything she’s not ready for.”
You felt your eyes start to water at the sentiment behind both Robin and Steve’s words. You didn’t want to hurt them; that was never your intention. You just didn’t know how to move forward with your Hawkins life without Billy. Everything felt wrong without him. You were pulled from your thoughts by a loud banging on your front door. “Y/n! Hawkins police own the Camaro now, and Neil forfeited it. They’re selling it for dirt because it doesn’t run. We could go and get it! One of the officers said they would tow it to a local residence if someone here in Hawkins wanted to buy it.”
Billy’s essence was fading from his smaller items every day. The necklace, his clothes, and his blanket were all starting to hold your energy instead of his, but the Camaro– it was large and one of Billy’s most prized possessions. It would surely be covered in his soul’s energy. You didn’t take but a minute to think about it. You shot up from the couch and ran to the biggest stash of money you had. It wasn’t much– just a couple hundred dollars that you had found around the house and from odd jobs you helped Hopper with. Your friends were shocked when the front door flew open; you standing there with a wad of cash in your hand and your eyes completely bloodshot. “Y/n!” Steve pulled you into his arms. His head was buried in your shoulder. You hugged him back and he squeezed you in response. “Don’t disappear again, okay?” He mumbled against the fabric of your shirt.
“I’m sorry,” you replied softly. “I have just been feeling so empty.”
“It’s alright; just not again.” When he pulled away he had a smile on his face, though his skin was slightly pink. “We can go get the Camaro. I don’t know much about cars, but I’m happy to lend a hand where I can to get it running again.”
“Yeah! Me too!” Dustin said.
“I’ll come over and keep you company as much as you need while you work on it,” Robin replied.
“And if there’s anything I can help with, I’ll work on it too,” Max answered.
“I appreciate it, more than you all know.”
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The whole process of getting the Camaro was surprisingly easy. You had almost enough to cover the payment yourself, with a little bit of help from Steve and Robin. You could never thank them enough for helping you with this, but you knew you were going to spend the rest of your life in Hawkins trying. The officer did as he told Max he would, he towed the wrecked Camaro to your house. He waved to you all and drove off. You smiled, it was the first time you had since Billy’s death. You gently placed your hand on the hood of the car. You were right– Billy’s soul energy was still all over the Camaro. The front of the car was incredibly damaged and the glass of the windshield was almost completely shattered. It was going to be a difficult task to rebuild it, but you knew that going in. It wasn’t surprising. “Let’s see if we can pop the hood and get a look at what we are working with. Dean could fix almost anything. I think we can figure it out, though it might take a few months.”
“Better start now. Maybe we can get it running by like Christmas,” Robin said.
You shrugged. “Maybe, never know unless we try.”
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It was almost nightfall before any trouble began. Steve was working with you and taking apart the engine (what was left of it anyway). Robin was laying across the back seat, headphones over her ears. Max and Dustin were sitting on the front porch steps– Lucas and Mike were on the ground in front of them. You could tell the kids were missing their friends already. Will, El, Jonathan, and Joyce did end up moving soon after the battle. You said goodbye to El and Jonathan in person (they stopped by your house the night before they left), but no one knew about that little visit. El hugged you and cried. Jonathan tried to keep it together, but you could see the redness in his face and the puffiness in his eyes. They respected your wishes not to see anyone, but they knew they couldn’t leave without at least trying to see you. Will and El were missed by the Hawkins kids greatly; right about now you were missing Jonathan too. You and Steve were both covered in dirt and grease from working on the Camaro for several hours. Everything around you was peaceful even though there was a slight somberness in the air. Until a car came pulling into your driveway, you jumped a bit at the sound. Steve shut the hood of the Camaro and eyed the car curiously. You looked toward the kids on the porch steps; Max was looking back at you. Something in her expression showed you that she was anxious. You nodded toward the house. “Kids, go inside, now. ”
Max scrambled to her feet and the rest of the kids followed. They were mumbling and complaining at first, but Max said something or another to get them to be quiet. The driver of the car got out just as the front door slammed shut. You heard it lock and it eased your anxiety a bit. Robin didn’t seem to notice any of the commotion going on in the yard– the Bowie tape playing in her ears probably kept her occupied. You honestly hoped that she would go unnoticed in this situation. It would be better that way, though you weren’t sure that was realistic.
Neil Hargrove was walking toward you and Steve. “Is that who I think it is?” Steve whispered to you. You tossed him a simple nod in response. Your eyes were now completely focused on Billy’s father. “Oh, shit…” he mumbled.
“So, you’re the bitch who bought the Camaro off Hawkins’ police. As soon as the officer told me a teenage girl bought it I knew it had to be you or one of Billy’s other sluts,” he spat, “why would you waste your money on this scrap metal? It’s never gonna run again.” He banged his fist on the top of the car a few times; Robin jumped up at the loudness of the sound. She noticed Neil and quickly got out on the driver’s side. She ran over to you and you moved so she was slightly behind you.
Steve knew you were completely capable of defending yourself, but he couldn’t help feeling protective over you. He stepped between you and Neil as he continued toward the three of you. “Hey! Don’t call her a slut. Don’t call any girl a slut, for that matter.”
Neil scoffed at Steve. “Who are you, boy, to be telling me what to do?”
“Steve, Steve Harrington.”
Neil chuckled and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Ah, it’s all starting to make sense. I remember Billy talking to you on the phone a few times. Damn walls in the house are too thin,” he paused for a moment, it was almost like he was contemplating his choice of words. “So, Steve Harrington, what did your bitch buy the car for? It’s a hunk of junk.”
You could feel the anger radiating off of Steve at this point. He was absolutely fuming. “Not your car anymore, not your business. It’s probably best if you leave.”
Neil laughed at Steve’s attitude. “You have some serious guts talking back to me. I–” Without thinking, you pushed past Steve and knocked Neil to the ground. You put your hands out in front of you so it looked like you just pushed him over, but Robin and Steve knew better. He fell to the ground with such force that it was clear to them that you had used your powers. You hadn’t tried to use them at all since they had failed you at Starcourt, but it was good to know that they were still worth something. He was disoriented for a second before coming to the realization that he was on the ground and you were the one standing in front of him. “No way you were the one–”
You grabbed Neil by the fabric of his shirt and forced him to his feet. He just stared in horror as you slammed his entire body weight into the side of the Camaro with absolutely no effort. “I am not a slut; I was your son’s girlfriend,” you said, white-hot rage behind your eyes, “I bought the Camaro because I know I can fix it and Billy would have wanted me to have it. I want to make something very very clear. Neil Hargrove, I know what you’ve done. I know how much of a shitty asshole you are and I can see by the look on your face that you are scared of me, as you should be. Get your drunken bitch ass off my family’s property because if you think I’m scary then you really won’t like my parents.” Steve rested a hand on your shoulder and you let go of Neil in surprise. You looked at him with confusion as Neil scrambled to his feet and toward his truck. “Why did you stop me?”
“Kids are watching through the window,” he said, nodding toward the house. You followed his movement and saw that the kids of Hawkins were, indeed, watching this ordeal through your front window. When you made eye contact with them, they all scattered, but you understood why Steve stopped you.
“I’ll get back at you some way, you bitch!” Neil shouted just before starting his car. You, Steve, and Robin watched as he attempted a hasty get-a-way.
“Can I make his car crash into a tree?” you asked aloud.
“It’s probably for the best if you don’t,” Robin answered.
“Damn,” you replied.
Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You sighed. “Let’s go inside for the night. We can work on the car again tomorrow. We’ll be fresher then.” You didn’t want to stop working, but you knew Steve was right.
“Fine fine,” you said and the three of you started off toward the house.
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They placed Billy’s gravestone the week before your classes started. The first time you went there, you were completely alone. You didn’t tell anyone you were going and you didn’t want to. You knew that nothing at his grave had his actual energy, but still, you wanted to visit. Robin told you that she would gladly join you on your trip if you wanted company, but you declined. Something about this visit made you feel like you needed to do it by yourself.
You had been to many graveyards before this; it was just sort of a part of hunting with the Winchesters. That being said, this was the first time you had ever gone to visit a graveyard without the intention of salting and burning someone’s skeleton. It was a bit of a weird feeling, really. You were walking around, just looking for a bit before you stumbled across Billy’s grave. The experience almost made you feel like you were watching yourself in a movie. The moment you read his name, carved in stone, your chest became heavy and your limbs went numb. “Awh, Billy. I never wanted to see you in a place like this.”
You walked over to the headstone and sat down in front of it. While you could feel Billy’s energy the most in the Camaro, it felt silly talking at a car– talking to his headstone felt slightly less so. You knew that it was something non-hunters did when they were grieving the loss of someone. “Gone, but not forgotten, huh? That’s what they decided to go with?” you mused. You sat in the quiet for a moment; the only noise you noticed was the rustling of tree leaves. It was peaceful and slightly comforting. “I know there are better ways to feel close to you, but I felt like I should come anyway. Robin said it would be good for me. You know Robin, the girl in the ice cream shop? We talked to her the day we asked out Steve.” The wind picked up for a minute while you paused, but you felt nothing. You fiddled with his necklace and sighed. “This feels ridiculous, honestly. I’m so used to spirits actually being able to talk to me or them trying to kill me because they’re angry at the world. It’s so weird trying to cope with this; it’s like your soul up and vanished. I’m assuming it’s somewhere, but I have no connections in the afterlife anymore. I can’t look for you and I’m so sorry.” The universe gave you nothing– no heavenly beings or demonic sources appeared– not a ghost or spirit could be felt. That’s what you expected, but it still hurt. “I just wish you were still here. I would do almost anything to change what happened that day at the mall. You and Hopper should both still be here. You’re both gone and I don’t know how to fix it. The Winchesters always use their souls as bargaining chips in these situations, but I can’t do that. I’ve been trying to process this in a let the dead sleep kind of way, but it’s not working. I just feel lost, I know you understand the feeling.”
“Like… what am I supposed to do now?”
The stone stared back at you blankly. You knew that it didn’t hold any answers, but you were really hoping for one. “I just want to feel okay again, but I don’t know how to do that without you. Got any thoughts for me, Hargrove?”
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You were shocked when Max told you that Neil had skipped town. Her mother and she were moving to Forest Hills Trailer Park because the bills at the house were too much to keep up with. You could tell that she was upset with the development and you gave her the biggest hug you could muster. You offered for her to stay in your home as much or as little as she wanted to. You were always happy to have her company. Cas did seem to learn things from his time at the bunker and, just in general, traveling with the Winchesters. You had enough money to pay for essentials and a generator off the grid kept the lights on. You were really thankful for the situation Cas had left you in, even if it had gone on a lot longer than you expected.
Max hugged you back and asked to spend the night. You, of course, let her inside. The night got away from you both quickly as you spent your time listening to your favorite albums and dancing around your living room.
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Max spent the night at your house again just before the first day of school. You woke up pretty early that morning and found yourself in the kitchen when she got up. “Morning sunshine, how do you feel about your first day as a freshman?”
She huffed and opened the fridge. She knew she was welcome to anything you had. She picked an apple out of the drawer before answering you. “This is gonna suck. How do you feel about your first day as a senior?”
“Like it’s gonna suck.” Your answer seemed to lighten the mood a bit and you both cracked small smiles. “I am honestly glad that you, Dustin, Lucas, and even that little shit Mike are starting at Hawkins High. Without you, it’d just be me, Robin, and Nancy.”
The sentiment behind your words made Max smile a little bit. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there too. I’m not really sure how this whole high school thing is supposed to go.”
You shrugged. “Listen, before I started school here in Hawkins, I hadn’t been to high school before. I was scared as shit, but Bil… Billy, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan made me feel safe. I would say I’m somewhere between the popular crowd and normalcy. I may not have the status of King Billy, but I promise I’ve got your back. If anyone says shit to you or the boys, let me know. I’ll make ‘em fall on their asses in front of everyone.”
Max giggled at your statement and you followed suit. “Thanks, Y/n.”
“Of course, Max.”
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The Camaro was still down for the count, so you drove Max and yourself to school in the Impala. Just, as usual, all eyes were on your car as you entered the parking lot. “What do you think will happen with Billy’s old friends today?” Max asked.
You put the car in park. Tommy was nowhere to be seen, he had graduated (much like Steve), but you could see some of the other basketball team members eyeing your car. You sighed and looked toward Max. “Most of them don’t like me all that much, so I would guess they will leave me in peace, but if they don’t I’m not too concerned. I know I can handle them.”
“I’ll give you 20 bucks if you don’t use your powers at all today. Kill them with words first, and throw them to the floor later. If you use your powers, you owe me 20 bucks.” She had a wide smirk on her face.
You rolled your eyes and started to get out of the car. “You’ve got a deal, Mayfield.”
She nodded to you over the hood of the car. “I expect to be 20 dollars richer, Winchester.”
“You have such a little amount of faith in me, it’s almost offensive, Max.”
Max laughed. “I only speak the truth.”
You were about to say something sarcastic back to her when you were interrupted. “Y/n! Max!” Dustin called as he and the other boys walked toward your car.
“Dusty, Lucas, and Wheeler, what a surprise,” You smiled. “Let me know if any morning you need a ride. Like if it’s raining or something I don’t want you kids to get struck by lightning.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “We’re not kids anymore, Y/n!”
You scuffed. “Oh yeah, that attitude totally makes you sound like an adult, Wheeler.” The other kids laughed at the reaction their friend got out of you. “Listen up, Freshman Dorks,” you said sharply. They all hushed. “I told Max this earlier, but if you need anything, let me know. I will absolutely kick any bullies in the ass for you. I also always have snacks on me so if you’re dyin’ in the hallway and see me, ask for some food. On that, also drink water today. If you don’t have any, the water fountains near the gym and the cafeteria are safe. Avoid the other ones, they’re all gross. Any questions?”
“Just one,” Dustin said.
“What is it, Henderson?”
“Can you tell me how to get to my first class? The map of this school is confusing as shit.”
“Yeah, of course. Does anyone else need directions?”
“No, but my first class is with Dustin so… I can get us there if you want?” Mike answered.
“Sure, that’s cool with me, Wheeler. If you all don’t need anything else, I will be on my way,” you replied. Everyone gave you some kind of nod that they were good and you smiled. “Try to have a good day today, kids, and find me after classes if you end up wanting a ride home!”
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Most of your classes passed by without any problems. People stuck to the same clicks that they always did and you just kept to yourself. You had one class in the morning with Robin and that gave you some joy. You two ended up going right from that class to lunch; you spent the whole period in the library together. During the rest of your classes, you just did your best to keep your head low. It wasn’t until classes ended for the day that you ended up in hot water.
“So,” a voice called from behind you, “Now that Hargrove’s gone, are you free Saturday night?” You turned around as you exited the school building to see Jason Carver and a few of his friends tailing behind you.
You scoffed at his question. “Billy died, have some respect.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he continued, “You and me, Saturday night?”
You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off, Carver. I would rather eat a spider than ever go on a date with you. You’re not my type.”
Some of his friends laughed at the harshness of your response. “I’m sure before the end of the year you’ll change your mind. I’m irresistible.”
You rolled your eyes again. “Sure, whatever you say.” You turned your attention away from the basketball team toward the parking lot. Max was leaning against the Impala. She was watching Dustin and Mike who were across the parking lot talking to someone you didn’t recognize. He looked closer to your age; with long, messy hair and a few tattoos peeking out from the edges of his T-shirt. You eyed him curiously before heading over to Max. “Hey, Mayfield. Do you know if the boys need rides home?”
“Lucas is staying late to try out for the basketball team so I don’t think he does, but Mike and Dustin said they did want rides when I asked them at lunch.”
“Good for Lucas, trying to branch out. I’ll have to ask him about that next time I see him. I’ll get the boys though, you go ahead and get settled in the car,” You replied as you tossed her the keys. She nodded and started to gather her stuff from the ground. “Henderson! Wheeler!” You shouted. The pair looked over toward you, as did the boy they were talking to. “Asses in the impala in the next 30 seconds if you want rides.”
“Give us 2 minutes!” Dustin replied.
You quirked your eyebrow. It was not like Dustin to deviate from your plans. You decided it was best to see what they were talking about. You sauntered over to the group. “What is so important that you would risk getting left behind, Henderson?” There was a playfulness hiding in the back of your voice. Dustin picked up on it, but he also knew that you had thin patience.
“There’s a Dungeons and Dragons club here, we were just talking to the president about joining,” Mike answered.
“A DnD club?” you pondered. You couldn’t remember hearing of one before; then again, you weren’t exactly hanging out with the nerds last year.
“Hellfire, to be exact,” the boy with tattoos cut in. He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Eddie Munson, Head of the Hellfire Club.”
You shook his hand; his skin was rough and callused. “Y/n Winchester. A pleasure to meet you, Eddie.”
“I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine,” he answered. A soft smile graced his face.
You smiled back before turning your attention back to the boys. “You can continue your DnD discussions tomorrow. I’m fuckin exhausted and need to start heading home.”
Mike and Dustin reluctantly agreed and started heading toward the car. You all waved goodbye to Eddie and it wasn’t long before you were on the road home.
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No one stayed at your place last night and it honestly couldn’t have gone worse. You thought it would be nice to have the house to yourself for a night, but it didn’t work out that way. You woke up screaming and crying from a nightmare at about 4 am and you couldn’t go back to sleep. You couldn’t even bare the thought of trying to close your eyes again. You decided to just get up for the day and went outside to work on the Camaro for a while. It was peaceful out; the only noises you heard were the humming of crickets and the birds just starting to wake. You could feel Billy’s energy around you; which did help calm you down a little bit. The nightmare started with images of Dean and Sam in hell, but it soon shifted to Billy’s death. Almost all of your nightmares included those two elements at this point. You didn’t know how to quell your worried mind anymore. It had been almost a year since you were originally dropped in Hawkins; you doubted the Winchesters were still alive. Billy wasn’t going to come back; no matter how much you begged the universe for his return, there was no point in holding out hope. So, you were left with the nightmares and the broken-down Camaro in your front yard.
When the sun was completely up you headed back inside the house to clean up and get ready for school. You decided on one of Dean’s T-shirts and a few of Billy’s accessories; paired with your combat boots and a pair of jean shorts. You looked put together enough and you could feel the energies of the people who matter most to you. That was about all you could ask for at this point. After rinsing off your face, you headed off to go pick up Max.
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A/N:
Hello All!
I am so excited to share the last chapter of this story with you as soon as possible. That being said, it's going to be pretty long (so that everything can be fit into just one more chapter-- rather than expand into a bunch of chapters) and it's going to take me a chonk of time to write. Please be patient with me!! I'm trying my best :,)
all my love,
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PS billy is not gone forever, promise <3
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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.
Movie Night
I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES
this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.
wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)
Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.
You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about.
But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.
So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.
When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.
And that sets your fate.
Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.
It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.
You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.
Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.
You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.
And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.
You’re fine.
“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.”
“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.
“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.
“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.
You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.
Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.
Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.
After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.
He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.
He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.
“I’m sorry.”
Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?
You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.
Billy Hargrove.
Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.
“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?
“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”
“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.
“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.
“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.
“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.”
“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.
“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.
“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.”
Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.
It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.
“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.
“Why were you crying?”
“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.
“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.
“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.
“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”
He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.
“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.
“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.
“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.
“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.
“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.
“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.
“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.
“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.
“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.
You didn’t need more reminders.
So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.
Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.
You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.
“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.
“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.
“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.
“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.
“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.
“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”
A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.
Yet–
“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?”
“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.
“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.
“You’re in for a ride.”
Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.
“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.
“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.
“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.
“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.
So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.
“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?”
“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.
News flash, you didn’t like it.
“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.
“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”
You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.
“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.
“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.”
“What?”
“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.
“Billy–”
“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.”
You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.
“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.
“Can I kiss you?”
What?
There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.
“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.
“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.
“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.
“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.”
You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.
His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?
The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.
He wants to take care of you.
He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.
“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.”
He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.
The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.
Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.
The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–
“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.
“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.
“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.
“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.
“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.
“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!”
“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.
“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.
“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.
“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.
“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.
“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.
“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”
“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.
“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.
“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.
“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.
“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.
He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.
This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’
He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.
He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can.
So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you.
Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.
But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.
“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.
“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.
While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.
You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real.
So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.
His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.
“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.
“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.
“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.
“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.
“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.
“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.
“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.
“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.
“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.
“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.”
Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.
“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.
“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.
“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.
“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.
“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.
“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.
“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.
“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.
“My turn.”
A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.
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Y'all literally write fanfics like you're men. How is it that in your own fantasy world, you're not getting pleasure from it? With every reader x character, it's you pleasuring the character. Women write fanfics like how men view porn.
You're so feminist that even in your own fantasies, you think that you are ugly and that this character would never want you. So unless they're degrading, using, and beating you. That's the only true way you think that they could ever desire you.
I'm not even going to get started on the of-age-reader x underage characters because if I need to tell you why that's wrong, you need to be put on a watch list.
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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder
Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩
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Lipstick Stains
Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader
Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.
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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.
"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.
"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.
"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.
"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.
"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.
"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.
Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.
"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.
"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.
"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.
"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.
"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.
"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.
"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.
Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.
"Hargrove."
"Harrington."
"What are you doing here?"
"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."
"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.
"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.
"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."
"But-" You stopped him from continuing.
"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."
Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.
"So what are you doing here, handsome."
"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.
"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.
"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."
"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."
"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."
"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."
"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.
"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.
"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."
You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.
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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.
I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.
Thank you for reading.
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billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 5,445
warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??
a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333
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November 1985
“No.”
“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”
Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.
“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.
She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”
The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”
Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.
“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”
Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.
“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”
Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.
It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.
You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.
Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.
But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.
There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.
Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.
You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”
He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.
When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”
He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.
“Hey. Glad your test is over?”
That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”
You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.
“You have work today?”
Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.
Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.
“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”
You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”
The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.
“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.
The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.
“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.
“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.
“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.
Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.
Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.
“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”
“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”
Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.
Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.
He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.
You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.
He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.
When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.
Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.
He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.
“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.
He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?”
“Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.
“Besides what?”
You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.
Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.
“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.
“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.
“You know what.”
“I want you to go.”
“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”
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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.
Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.
She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.
Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”
You and Billy.
You and Billy Hargrove.
Sharing a room.
Sharing a bed.
Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.
“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.
“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”
That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”
You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?
Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?
“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”
He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”
He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.
“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”
You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.
“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”
You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.
“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.
You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”
Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.
“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”
You nod your head, and try to move back from him.
Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”
You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”
Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.
“Really?”
He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.
“Yeah, baby.”
Baby.
It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.
And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.
“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”
“Mhm. Thought so.”
This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.
“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.
When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.
You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.
You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.
Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.
“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.
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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.
“Right hand blue.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”
Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.
“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”
“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.
He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.
Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.
He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”
“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”
“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.
“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”
You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.
“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.
You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”
His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”
Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.
The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.
It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.
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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.
You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.
He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.
When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.
You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.
He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.
“C’mere then.”
You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”
“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”
“Billy.”
“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.
Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.
He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”
“Yeah.”
Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”
“Yes.”
He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.
Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.
He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.
“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”
You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.
“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.
“You’re sure?”
“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”
He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.
It’s just me.
“Do they hurt at all?”
Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.
“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”
You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.
He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.
“Goodnight, Billy.”
He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.
“Goodnight, baby.”
————
When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.
Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.
You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.
Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.
Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.
You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.
“Sleep okay?” she asks.
“Mhm. You?”
“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”
You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.
“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”
You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”
“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”
You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”
“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.
“Oh my god.”
“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”
“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”
“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.
“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”
Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”
He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.
“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”
————
Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.
It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.
It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.
You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.
“Whatcha doin’?”
Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.
“That sounds nice.”
“Mhm.”
“I can go back inside, if you want.”
Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.
“Okay.”
He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.
“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”
“I understand, Billy.”
You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.
“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.
“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”
He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.
Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.
When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.
He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.
“You motherfucker!”
You get him back, and he’s laughing.
Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.
You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.
“Billy!”
“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.
You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.
When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.
“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”
You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.
He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.
He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.
Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.
It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.
When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.
Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.
“I’m in love with you, you know.”
“I know,” you respond.
He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.
“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”
“Damn right you are.”
You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.
“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.
“So much for that,” Billy says.
But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”
“Stop whining.”
Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.
“Get off.”
“No.”
“Get off, please.”
“Make me.”
There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.
He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”
And you’d do it again.
“Didn’t work, did it?”
“No. Shut up and take it.”
By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.
You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.
He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.
He’s never had this before.
Hell, you’ve never had this before.
And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.
You’re healing him. You.
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It's that time again guys! We are just a few followers away from 300! So to celebrate what do you guys want?
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Steve, Billy and Eddie’s reactions to you calling them daddy in bed.
a/n: Steve and Billy join the party! Been thinking hard about this so I had to put it into words and share a quick blurb for each boy. I'll happily do more for other characters if anyone wants that!
Steve:
“Oh fuck baby, just like that” Steve moans loudly, his slick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead like a gorgeous halo. “God you feel so good” he groans, head thrown back and eyebrows knitted in pleasure. You were presently on Steve laps, riding him in slow, deliberate bounces. Steve’s hands are on your hips, guiding your movements and worshipping your curves before gliding his hands up your waist and then to your breasts.
“Perfect tits” Steve moans as his lidded eyes run over your body, marvelling at the masterpiece that was you riding him. You begin to bounce faster on his lap and he throws his head back with a loud groan, snapping his own hips up to meet yours. You stop your movements as Steve picks up his pace and fucks you from below, hands back on your hips and digging in gently as he pounds you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up. “You like that baby?” Steve coos, licking his lips as he looks into your blissed out eyes.
“Yes I love it daddy” you moan out, hips stuttering as you try and grind against him. Steve would lose it at this, choking out a groan at how abrupt and hot it was. You try to hide your eyes with your hands shyly but Steve pulls them away and pins them tightly behind your back with one of his hands.
“Say that again” he says desperately, chest heaving from his heavy breaths. His eyes burned into yours, glowing with desire and begging you to say it again. You swallow and look up at him with doe eyes, prompting him to take your chin in his hand and ghost his lips against yours as he repeats his words.
“I-I said that I love it, daddy” you say quietly, biting your lip as you eye the gorgeous man in front of you.
“Good girl” Steve coos, stroking your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips as he starts bucking his hips back up into you. He moans breathily as he feels you clench around him as you get close, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles to push you over the edge.
“Cum around daddy’s dick baby.”
Billy:
Billy loves fucking you in missionary, getting to see the cockdrunk look on your face as he pounds you senseless and watches you shake under him. But more so he loves to get to see your legs splayed for him, and watch his cock slide in and out of your glistening little cunt. He loves to watch you try to take him as he completely destroys you. Billy had your legs up on his shoulders, folded against your chest as he fucked you relentlessly. His pace impossibly hard, spurred on by your loud mewls and the tears slipping past your eyes.
“Aw can you not take my cock baby?” Billy teases into your ear, licking the shell of it as he keeps up his fast pace. “Is it too big for your pretty pussy?” he asks in a strained voice, grunting as you clench around him. You moan loudly, blissed out and cock dumb, legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close again.
“No daddy!” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Billy lets out a loud growl as the words spill past your lips, stopping his movements with a hard thrust and keeping his cock buried in your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat to make you look at him.
“What was that, princess?” Billy asks darkly, voice laced with venom. “You shouldn’t have said that” he whispers into your face, grinding his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, whimpering as his hand squeezes your neck just a little harder. Suddenly you’re being picked up and flipped around, gasping as he puts you on your hands and knees, roughly forcing your face down into the mattress as he slides back into you.
“Now daddy’s going to have to ruin this little pussy” he spits, muscles flexing as your cunt clenches around him.
His hands quickly find your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he slams back into you, watching your ass bounce against him. He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint in its wake as he drives into you. You can only grip the bedsheets and babble nonsense as Billy fucks you through another orgasm, the cruel glint in his eyes letting you know this wouldn’t be your last.
Eddie:
Eddie would get a lot more kinky the more he gets comfortable with his partner, especially if you’re kinky too. Once he’s used to fucking you, which he never quite feels like he is because boy does he get pussy drunk the second he sees your pussy let alone sinks into the tight warmth of it, you’ll get to see just how dominant he can be depending on his mood. This was one of those nights and Eddie had you in his handcuffs, chained between the bed frame so you can’t squirm away from him. He’d have eaten you out until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to fuck you, shamelessly grinding his hard cock against the mattress at your noises and the sweet taste of you. Eddie then begins to tease your slit and slowly pushes a finger into your tight heat, so slowly that you moan in frustration and shake your hands to try and free yourself.
“Not so fast princess” Eddie teases with a tut, wagging his finger at you. You let out a groan and arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed in need of more friction. Eddie pushes your hips down harshly and latches his lips back onto your clit as he works a second finger into you, making your toes curl as you mewl.
“Please just fuck me daddy” you whine desperately, mouth opening before you could think. Eddie moans into your cunt, devilish eyes glinting at your from between your legs as he hears what you’d said. He leans up on his elbows and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking dangerously at you, as thought he’d just found out something incredibly amusing.
“Daddy, huh?” Eddie hums, eyes not wavering from your pink cheeks and fucked out expression, “Now that I wasn’t expecting.” He sits up on his knees, slowly pulling his pants down his legs and letting his cock spring free, revelling in the mewls you let out once he’s exposed to you. He loves it when you get all flustered for him, pumping his cock in his fist while you whine and desperately buck your hips in the hopes of getting some friction. He oh so teasingly presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him, still uselessly trying to free your hands from their constraints.
“You want daddy to stretch you out with his cock?” He asks in mock sympathy, tucking your hair behind your hand ear as you nod frantically, tears practically forming in your eyes from how badly you need him. Eddie smirks at your submission, licking his lips and throwing his head back in pleasure as he begins to sink into you.
“You’re such a good girl for daddy baby, so tight.”
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18+, trans!male. You asked for steve x reader x billy ideas and I thought of one.
I don't know what you think about corruption kink but just imagine innocent reader and like really kinky(?) steve and billy in this point in there relationship they had taken his(reader's) virginity but they were quite gentle with him. This happens after they go on a date and come back home with a lot of sexual tension between them and both Steve and Billy ask reader if it's okay they try something new [smut ensues] and both billy and steve make sure reader has a safe word but every curious little moan the reader would let out it would turn them on oh so much that by the end of it reader is covered in their cum, their cum leaking out of both of his holes and whimpering from the over stimulation and the edging also feeling the sheets on his red bruised ass.
For kinks: over stimulation, edging, spanking, corruption kink, hard breeding kink and the rest is up to you
Sorry if this too specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's okay. Thank you ❤️
❝ Hi there I'm the anon who sent the corruption kink request with steve and billy, I forgot to add something to it but I also wanted to include a/b/O dynamic into it. Sorry for this and again thank you ❤️ ❞
Never apologize!! I am foaming at the mouth. I love all of this. Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy it!
↪ 1998 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for mild cnc roleplay/dub-c0n, under-negotiated kink, crying, spanking, breeding kink, fem terms used for trans reader's genitals, double penetration, overstimulation, spanking, a/b/o dynamics, and excessive cum.
You hadn’t known what to expect at all when the two boys brought up ‘trying something new.’ You’d just gotten back to Steve’s place from an impromptu date swimming down at the quarry. The boys had been pretty clingy the whole time, tossing you around in the water and whispering to each other. None of you had brought a change of clothes, so you’d all been naked. You could see that the both of them were half hard almost the entire time.
When you’d gotten back they stripped you down to your boxers, Billy kissing at your neck when Steve, thumbing at your nipple, had asked. Had explained to you what a safeword was and had you come up with one when you’d agreed to experiment.
They were both surprisingly gentle with you your first time, carefully opening you up for their knots. Or, well, Steve’s knot. Billy had come on your face, his big hand squeezing down around his pulsing knot. Had whispered in your ear about filling you up next time while Steve was still locked inside of your clutch, pumping you full with his seed.
You’re on your hands and knees now, Steve laid beneath you with his head buried in your crotch. You whimper and shake as he licks between your folds, sucking on your cocklet before pushing his tongue into your tight cunt.
You yelp as Billy brings his hand down against your ass again, two of his thick fingers stretching open your hole. He soothes the reddening cheek with his hand before dragging his blunt nails over it, making you sob at the mixture of pleasure-pain.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby boy?” Billy gruffly asks, slipping a third finger into your hole just as Steve adds his own to your pussy, thrusting into the last knuckle alongside his tongue. “Your ass is so tight. Never had anything in here, huh?”
He thrusts his fingers in particularly hard for emphasis and you cry out, shaking your head. Billy laughs low and dangerous and Steve moans against your core, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. You press your hips back against their intrusions and moan.
“I-I’m gonna come,” you whimper. They’d told you to let them know when you’re close. You regret doing so as Steve pulls away from your pussy entirely with one last teasing lick to your clit. Billy’s fingers still inside of your hole and he spanks you in rapid succession, quickly bringing you back from the edge with the stinging pain.
Steve’s fingers return to your cunt, shoving three fingers past the tight rim. The stretch is painful, countered by how he immediately finds your sweet spot and rubs against it. You hiccup, tears streaming down your face. Steve turns his head and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your knee.
“You’re doing amazing,” he whispers, just as Billy pulls his fingers free, leaning down to lap at your loosened hole. “Can’t wait to breed you.”
He spreads his fingers wide within your cunt before slipping free. You can feel him shifting, scooting out from under you as Billy shuffles forward on his knees. His big hands grip tight at your waist and flip you around. You yelp, giggling as you land and bounce against the mattress a few times. Billy smiles at you, genuine—affection twinkling in his eyes. He’s caught by something soft for a moment, leaning down to press little kisses to your tummy while Steve moves to kneel by your face, stroking his leaking, flushed cock.
You give little kitten licks to the tip of Steve’s prick, watching proudly at how his eyes flutter and glaze over slightly. Billy grips your hips and pulls you down a bit, the bottom of your thighs pressed to the top of his. His blunt cockhead swipes between your wet folds before slipping further down, pushing against your hole.
You keen, hips wiggling. Steve shushes you, his dick slowly sliding back and forth over your lips as he strokes your hair. Billy thumbs rough and fast at your cocklet, your mouth gaping on a silent cry as the unrelenting pressure gives, Billy’s cockhead popping into you with a wet squelch.
“Hurts,” you choke out, tears streaming down your face. “S’too big!”
Billy leans down to lick and suck at one of your nipples, the movement causing him to slip further into you. Your back arches and you sob. He pulls away and grins down at you.
“You can take it, baby,” Billy groans low and long, hips stiltedly grinding forward to push deeper into your spasming hole. “You know your word. But you’re our little cock drunk whore, huh? You can take it.”
“I’m c-close,” you sob, back arching. He pulls his hand away from your clit just as he shoves into the hilt, forcing a punched-out scream from your mouth. Steve takes the opportunity to slip his cock past your lips, the head nudging against the inside of your cheek.
You reach up to claw at his bare thigh and he groans, placing his own hand over yours. Billy begins to thrust into you, a slow little circling grind of his hips. You mewl around Steve’s cock, the angle too awkward for you to do anything but lick messily at his shaft. You can see his knot swelling as Billy’s pace begins to pick up, fucking into your hole hard and fast. You move your hand from Steve’s thigh to squeeze around the bulging flesh and Steve gasps, the first pulse of cum landing hot and bittersweet against your tongue.
He slips his cock free, a few ropes of his spend decorating your cheek and the bridge of your nose before he shifts, moving your hand to squeeze his own knot as he comes across your chest. Billy groans, lapping up some of the spend that lands over your nipple before sucking the nub into his mouth, nibbling lightly.
He shifts so one hand is on your hip, the other gripping your shoulder as he slams into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding through the room.
“Shit, gonna fill you up,” he growls out, teeth bared. He leans down, pressing his face to your throat and teasing his canines over your scent gland, the sharp points scraping along the sensitive flesh as he speaks. He sounds frantic, hips beginning to stutter. “Fuck you full of my pups, make you all fat and round. Just keep knocking you up over and over every single time. Never leave you empty.”
“Christ, Billy,” Steve breathes outs, his hand slowly stroking his sensitive cock as it softens, trying to coax it back to hardness.
Billy laughs and then groans, his knot popping into you, teeth spread wide over your gland but not biting down, instead tonguing at it as he comes. You sob at the stretch and he takes pity on you, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug on your cocklet. His hot cum floods your sensitive hole and you keen, back arching as you come without warning, a gush of slick rushing from your pussy.
You cry quietly as Billy keeps coming, his knot slowly deflating, spend leaking out around his cock. Steve cups your cheek and turns your head to face him. He gives you a soft smile, meeting your half-lidded gaze.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, moving his hand to swipe your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, letting your eyes flutter shut with a small nod. “Not too much?”
“N-no,” you murmur, voice slightly slurred. “Feel so full…”
“Gonna be even more full in a minute here,” Billy comments, his cock finally slipping free from your sore hole. Steve snorts as you whimper confusedly, letting Billy manhandle you onto your front.
Steve delicately lifts your torso just enough to slip beneath you, letting you nuzzle into his chest when he finally settles. He kisses the top of your shoulder, his big hands soothing up and down your back. Billy grips the base of his cock and you flinch as the head brushes your pussy, slipping between your folds.
“No, Stevie,” you whine, voice small and petulant, gripping desperately at his shoulders. “Please, please, it’s too much—”
You gasp as Billy pushes you down the tiniest bit, Steve’s cockhead slipping into your cunt. Steve shushes you, turning his head to kiss you slow and sweet.
“Do you want to stop?” He murmurs, breathing heavily as Billy forces you to sink further and further down Steve’s long, hard prick. You whine and squirm, shaking your head. “You’re so good. So good and, damn, tight. Bet you haven’t even touched yourself since we took you.”
You shake your head again, tears streaming down your face as he begins to hump up into you, his pelvis rutting against your oversensitive cocklet. You wail as Billy’s prick begins to press into your hole again. Billy reaches around and presses his palm over your mouth to muffle you, slipping in to the hilt, grinding slow and deep as you keen, their cocks stretching you impossibly wide.
“The neighbors are gonna hear you, baby boy,” Billy jokes, nipping at your earlobe. You whimper and he chuckles, licking at your ear before he speaks, hot breath fanning across your cheek. “Bet you’d love that. Bet you’d let us fuck you in front of the whole basketball team, show them how much of a little cock slut you are. How much you love to get bred and fucked full of our cum.”
Steve groans. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, his knot pulsing as it begins to fill out again. You mewl, grinding down against the swollen flesh, clenching tight around the both of them as you come, squirting your release across Steve’s tummy.
“F-fuck,” Steve gasps, awestruck. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, forcing you to straighten a bit, crying out at the change in angle as he latches onto your nipple and sucks harshly.
You feel Billy’s free hand reach around to palm over your clit and you scream against his hand covering your mouth as you come again, body spasming and thighs quivering. Your eyes roll back and Steve pulls your head down, shoving his tongue into your slack mouth as he bucks up into you a few more times before his knot finally catches. He grabs your hips and slams you down onto it and you cry out again, pussy spasming around him in the aftermath of your orgasm.
Your brain is buzzing, your entire body shaking and twitching as Steve fills you with his load, whispering about how he’s going to knock you up, how he’s gonna fuck you every day while you’re pregnant with his pups, rambling deliriously as he scrapes his teeth along your scent gland just as Billy had.
Billy growls low and deep from behind you, biting down hard on the back of your neck, pushing you forward with the momentum as he shoves his knot into your hole. You can barely manage more than a broken whimper as the both of them stretch you wide around their swollen, pulsing knots. Your stomach feels full and hard like you’ve eaten too much. You can already feel Steve’s cum leaking out past his cock as his knot deflates, followed not too long after by Billy’s dripping from your ass.
Billy gently pulls free from your hole, planting a gentle kiss on your bright red ass, still sore and stinging from the earlier spanking. He flops down next to you and Steve, pressing his lips to Steve’s throat, trailing small little kisses along the expanse of skin.
Steve hums contentedly, his arms wrapped around you, careful to keep his cock from slipping out. You twitch and shiver, overused and wrecked, your brain floating and completely out of it.
“Our baby boy,” you hear Billy whisper affectionately, running his fingers through your hair as you doze off, content.
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it seems that plus size!reader x billy and plus size!reader x steve are popular concepts with y’all 👀👀👀
okay okay okay I shall be writing these as soon as I have enough spoons 🥄
(spoons = energy for people with chronic illness)
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Faster than light thoughts
♡Masterlist♡
MINORS DNI
May contain stepcest, age gap, dubcon dark content
༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻
♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being
♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡
♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is
♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth
♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!
♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart
♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb
♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty
♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!
♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me
♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt
♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside
♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around
♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!
♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!
♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties
♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3
♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!
♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs
♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is
♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly
♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((
♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts
♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane
♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean
♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3
♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well
♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him
♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now
♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((
♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)
♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3
♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what
♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full
♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind
♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza
♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"
♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:(( You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked
♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"
♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now
♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends
♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs
♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man
♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3
#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x reader#billy hargrove x reader#steve harrington x reader#jim hopper x reader#hopper x reader#enzo x reader#murray bauman x reader#phil callahan x reader#karen wheeler x reader#joyce byers x reader#jonathan byers x reader#argyle x reader#001 x reader#chrissy Cunningham x reader#robin Buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#Henry creel x reader
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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HC’s
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You don’t have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you don’t like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.
Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, it’s princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a ‘oh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help you’ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you don’t like a service, he won’t be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure you’re hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.
Leatherface: I don’t ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. It’s like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. It’s his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.
Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesn’t hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, it’s yours! Just point at it.
Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. You’ve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. She’s the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. She’d do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.
Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when there’s a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. You’ve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.
Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I don’t see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want it’s yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man it’s so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.
Billy Hargrove: Honestly if he’s in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while you’re out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.
Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesn’t use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you don’t want to wear it, he’ll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh it’s so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.
Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure you’re okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, you’ll get. If he can’t do it, he’ll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh he’s your literal teddy bear, if you don’t like to be smothered? Pick another muse.
Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s your shadow, but he’s a little more … upfront with it. He’s constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone who’s eyeing you. He’s so gentle if you’re sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure you’re never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if you’re too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. He’s always worried for you, making sure you’re okay, you’re not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.
Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe he’ll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. He’s so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, you’re never leaving his sight.
Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as he’s hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though he’d never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you ‘baby’ ‘sweet girl’ ‘love’ he’s so infatuated with you and doesn’t know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. He’s such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.
Sebastian Michaelis: He’s probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a sucker. There are rules he’s willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure you’re fed and if you want a sweet treat, he’s on it. Listens to you talk, even if it’s silly. Dances with you almost every night. He’s so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases “poor sweet baby, you haven’t woken up yet to tell your left foot from your right” as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course he’s willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.
Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldn’t encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. He’s always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. He’s so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.
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