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slut4thebroken · 7 months

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Earn Your Prize

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Pairing | Reader x choose your own character

(Reader doesnt call him anything and there’s nothing in the writing to indicate that it’s one character or another except maybe the pet names used, so pick whoever you want and enjoy<3 (this is who I was picturing but you can literally choose anyone with a dick lol: Jackson Rippner, Jonathan Crane, Thomas Shelby, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bucky Barnes, etc.))

Summary | Character of your choice wants to try something new.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, 69 sex position, oral m receiving, praise, humiliation, face fucking, deep throating, throat pie lolll, held down hehe, filthy disgusting nasty oral sex, that’s literally it, no f orgasm, but not in a douchey way lol I just didn’t feel like writing it.

Words | 1.3 k

Notes | Idk man I’m going through a phase, don’t judge me. Also I wrote this in one day lol so I might edit it again later but for now I think I like it skdhdk

Ao3 link | <3

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“Let’s play a game, princess. Get up here.” He moved you on top of his body so that your front was flush with his and your face was hovering above his already throbbing cock. “You’re going to stay on my cock, no matter what. Feel free to hold yourself up so it doesn’t go too deep.” He explained and you were confused as to how this was a game, but agreed anyway. “On your knees.” You frowned when you realized that meant he wouldn’t be eating you out. Instead of complaining, you obeyed and bent your legs so you were kneeling with your shoulders resting on his lower stomach.

“Put it in your mouth and get ready.” You wrapped your lips around the tip and waited for the next instruction. “Hands behind your back.” You obeyed, but the second you weren’t holding yourself up, you were all but impaled on his cock, making him moan loudly. When you tried to move your arms back to hold yourself up, he grabbed them and kept them on your back.

“Hold yourself up and you won’t choke.”

No shit. You wanted to say. Instead you did your best to lift your head a little, letting you get in a shaky breath of much needed air. You couldn’t hold the position for long though and you fell back down, gagging when he breached your throat barrier.

“Atta girl. If you can’t take it, all you have to do is hold yourself up.” You let out a strangled whine and tried to hold yourself up again, but you barely managed to lift off his cock more than an inch, and you didn’t last long either. The strain in your muscles was too much and you whimpered as you fell back down.

When you started squirming and moving your legs to try and get in a position that would make this easier, he took both of your arms in one hand, then used the other to roughly slap your ass, making you jolt forward and choke when his cock went impossibly deeper in your throat.

“No cheating.” He said sternly. You could barely hear him over your loud choking and gagging. Tears were quickly welling in your eyes as you remained there.

You gagged the hardest you had so far and your body all but convulsed as you sputtered around him, making all the saliva that built up in your mouth roll down his balls onto the bed. It was getting on your chin and your nose and you felt completely and utterly filthy, but you couldn’t help the way it made you squirm, this time because of arousal.

You were fully crying now, but you managed to control the gagging as you tried to take deep breaths through your nose. This is the longest he’s ever had you stay like this and you’re not sure how much more you can take, but you want to be good for him, so you kept trying.

He used his grip on your arms to pull you up a little, lifting you off his cock barely two inches to let you take in a deep breath and have a break from the constant pressure on your gag reflex.

“That better?” He asked with mock sympathy, but you hummed in agreement anyway. He suddenly bucked his hips up, making you gag loudly and try to flinch away, but you couldn’t move anywhere. He started fucking your mouth roughly and you weren’t sure what was worse; this or being forced to stay all the way down.

“God— You’re fucking dripping on my chest.” He said through a groan, making you whine, but the sound cut off into a garbled moan when his cock punched the back of your mouth again.

“Should I eat your pretty pussy?” You tried to agree, but the words were unintelligible with his cock in your mouth. “Win the game and I’ll let you ride my face— Earn your prize, baby.” He decided and you couldn’t help the loud, strangled moan that escaped you, but you still wondered how you were even supposed to win. Maybe he’s wanting you to stay here until he comes? You hoped it was that because based off of his sounds and the frantic bucking of his hips, you knew he was getting close already.

He suddenly stopped holding you up and you fell forward onto his cock, choking because you weren’t expecting to be dropped like that. You coughed and sputtered and whimpered, growing even more embarrassed and needy when you saw how much of a mess you were making. He started lazily rutting up into your face, slowly bringing himself to the edge and moaning at your struggling.

“Such a good girl.” He cooed. “Does your cunt always get this wet when I fuck your face?” His tone was far too sweet for the crudeness of his words. All you could do was let out a garbled sound and squirm a little, wishing he’d stop teasing already. “Fuck I’m close.” He said through a breath. You braced yourself for what was about to happen— trying to remember that after this, you could pull off and cough and pant as much as you needed.

His motions got more eager, rutting up into you as you choked each time his cock was forced even deeper down your throat. He let out a loud moan and you felt hot come hit the back of your throat. When you gagged and tried to pull away, he wrapped a leg over your head and pushed you down even farther as he shushed you.

“I know. Doing so good, baby.” He groaned, but you could barely hear it. You were thrashing now, your body panicking at the lack of air and the constant pressure on your gag reflex as his cock twitched inside you. All he did was tighten his grip on your arms and push your head down harder with his leg, forcing you to stay there as he rode out his orgasm.

He released your arms first and you immediately brought them forward to push yourself up, but your head was still trapped by his leg. You clawed at it, trying to get him to remove it so you could finally breathe again, and after a moment, he slowly lessened the pressure, then placed his leg on the bed. You shot up and coughed almost violently, whining when you saw the large glob of spit connecting your lips to his cock. You tried to spit it out, but it slid down your chin before landing on his cock and sliding down his balls to join the rest of the mess.

He rubbed soothing circles on your hips while you caught your breath and calmed down. When your breathing finally returned to a somewhat normal intensity, you sat up a little more, waiting for what was next.

“Clean your mess.”

“But,” You cut off with a choked moan when he landed a hard slap on your ass. Tentatively leaning down, you licked at it, trying to clean it. Honestly you thought you were only making the mess worse, but you knew that this wasn’t really about you cleaning him.

“All of it.” You whined, but worked your way down to his balls, lapping up the spit as best you could. “You can do better than that.” He said, sounding almost annoyed, then wrapped his leg around your head again and pushed your face into his cock and balls, covering you in spit. “I said, clean it.” He growled when you didn’t do anything. You stuck your tongue out, but it’s not like you could lick anything with how hard he was holding you down. When he started grinding his hips, rubbing his spit soaked cock on your face, you whined quietly as your whole face heated up from the humiliation.

“There you go.�� He groaned, grinding against you even harder. He only continued for a few more seconds before releasing you and you let out a strangled whimper as soon as your head was free. He shushed you and lightly ran his thumb over your slit. “Such a good girl.” He said quietly, pulling your hips back so you were hovering over his face.

“Take your prize now, baby.”

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heartbreak-sandwich · 4 months

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YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY

A/N: HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!! I put so much blood, sweat, and tears into this fic, for real. This one is my baby. A Jennifer's Body AU where Billy Hargrove plays the role of Jennifer. Be sure to pay attention to the content warnings - there are horror themes and smut ahead, so MDNI, 18+ only as usual! 💕 Huge thank-yous to @b1tchygh0sts for giving me the title in an ask game which inspired this fic to even exist, and again to her and @mrprettywhenhecries for reading my draft and encouraging me to keep going!! ily both, and thank you for making this fic possible! 🥰 CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, Billy Hargrove x Tommy Hagan, Billy Hargrove x Jason Carver, tw!vomit, tw!blood, tw!broken bones, oral (m receiving), and denim on denim grinding (if I forgot any, please let me know!!)

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YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY

A hand burst through the mud in the darkness, rain splattering all around the earth, cleansing its skin as it raked back handful after handful of fresh dirt until a second hand could break through. It was less than a couple of minutes before the man was able to push himself up out of the ground and stand, shaking the filth off and opening his mouth to the sky to catch as many raindrops as possible.

He was so thirsty.

Taking one last look at the bleak hole he emerged from, he smirked at his headstone: WILLIAM HARGROVE, MAR. 29, 1967 - JUL. 4, 1985, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. He started toward the cemetery exit in search of sustenance, his heavy boots squelching in the mud with each step he took.

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“What the hell?” Steve heard a noise at his back door. His parents were out of town, and no one was supposed to be coming over, but you never knew when Robin or Eddie might show up without warning.

Moving to the glass slider, he pushed the curtain to the side, peering out into the empty darkness. He saw nothing. He let the curtain fall back into place and turned back into the living room only to hear the noise again. It sounded like footsteps on the back porch. He retraced his steps, moving the curtain to the side once more and saw –

BOOM! Steve yelped, jumping backwards as a palm pounded against the glass door. He wanted to scream, to run, to fight, but he was frozen where he stood as if invisible hands were gripping his ankles from under the plush carpet. He looked past the dirt covered hand pressed to the glass, and the blood in his veins ran cold.

“Billy?” It was impossible. They buried him yesterday. Billy gripped the handle to the sliding glass door with his free hand and pulled, the lock preventing the door from opening more than half an inch.

Steve heard a low growl followed by a metallic snap as the lock’s latch popped up, and Billy pulled the sliding door open slowly. Steve staggered back a couple of steps as Billy entered the living room dripping grime and rainwater all over the carpet, tracking black muddy footprints with every step.

Billy didn’t say a word as he sauntered past Steve and into the kitchen, his wet boots squeaking across the tile as he wrenched open the fridge. Steve couldn’t think straight. He moved cautiously into the kitchen, watching in terror as Billy knelt down in front of the refrigerator, rummaging through its contents, taking ravenous bites out of everything he could get his hands on.

He pulled a thawing raw steak off of a plate, tearing at the meat with his teeth, swallowing every last bite, and snapping the bone with his bare hands when he was finished just to toss it on the floor behind him.

After a few minutes of Billy gorging himself on food, Steve heard a snap, crack, fizz as Billy cracked a beer, chugging the entire thing, letting the frothy liquid dribble down his chin to his neck, to his chest, some of it landing in little droplets on the steak bones littering the floor. Billy crushed the can in one hand and turned to face Steve, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting him as he sighed in discomfort.

“Billy?” Steve asked again, his voice almost a whisper as his throat tightened with fear. Again, Billy said nothing. He took a single step back before Steve heard a rumbling and a gurgling sound, and Billy opened his mouth. A thick, black, tar-like substance spewed from his mouth, covering the tile, the steak bones, and the toes of Billy’s boots.

The smell was a mix of sulfur and decay, almost activating Steve’s gag reflex as his insides swam and he covered his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. The amount of liquid leaving Billy’s body was insurmountable as it sizzled and steamed on the floor, dissolving the steak bones into the gelatinous abyss.

Steve swore he saw the tar on the floor moving, swirling, growing spikes that lifted and fell in an eerie rhythm when Billy’s projectile spew finally ceased, and the kitchen was too quiet for comfort. All Steve could do was continue to stare as Billy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked, a dark laugh leaving his throat that seemed to echo from everywhere.

All of a sudden, Billy lunged at Steve, slamming a hand into his chest, forcing his back against the wall, causing a picture to fall and shatter next to Steve’s feet which were lifted inches off the ground.

Billy leaned in close, using his free hand to smooth Steve’s chocolate brown hair away from his tear-filled eyes before touching his nose to the goosebumps on Steve’s neck and taking in a deep breath, surveying the scent of honey shampoo and expensive cologne before finally speaking to him.

“Are you scared, Harrington?” Steve whimpered as his tears spilled over and slid down his cheeks, and nodded his head yes. He could feel Billy’s wet, gritty curls brushing against the side of his face as cold teeth grazed the flesh of his neck and nipped playfully.

Billy smiled against his skin and softly licked a stripe up where he had bitten, feeling the fear emanating off of him – smelling it, even – as Steve trembled in his grasp, soft sobs escaping his chest.

As quick as Steve had been pinned against that wall, Billy let him go, causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud, and the squeak of boots could be heard fading away as the man moved from the kitchen, to the hallway, to the entryway, and out the front door. Steve covered his mouth and let himself cry, fearing to move in case Billy – or whatever that was – came back for him.

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Steve was absent from work the next day. Eddie stood at the counter of Family Video trying to convince Robin to cancel his late fees. A few other people were browsing the aisles, and Robin was paying them little attention, preoccupied with trying to explain to Eddie she didn’t have a magic wand to wave.

“Look, it’s not even up to me, so don’t give me the act,” Robin sighed, purposely avoiding eye contact with Eddie who was doing his best puppydog pout in a last ditch attempt to get what he wanted.

“It’s not my fault, I swear,” Eddie whined. “It’s somewhere in my room, and I promise I’ll bring it back as soon as I find it, but I really need to take this home today.” He tapped his ringed fingers on the case of Stephen King’s Children of the Corn, and leaned closer to Robin, theatrical desperation in his doe eyes.

“Sorry, Munson. Company policy is a real drag.” Eddie grumbled in defeat and picked up the tape from the counter when the front door’s bell jingled. Everyone in the store turned to look, and it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room as a man with an eerily familiar face strolled leisurely past the cardboard cutouts and gumball machine and towards the front counter.

“What the fuck,” Eddie muttered under his breath, goosebumps popping up all over his skin.

“Oh, my God,” Robin whispered as her eyes widened. She felt cold out of nowhere in the July heat as the man approached them, and both she and Eddie backed away intuitively.

“Hargrove?” Eddie’s voice caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

“Munson,” he greeted, his expression stoic as he planted his feet firmly, turning to Robin and shutting Eddie out of the conversation. Eddie took that as his queue to back off, and he hurried down the aisle to his right to put his tape back on the shelf while he tried to eavesdrop because that was impossible. They buried him two days ago.

“Billy? Are you –” Robin didn’t know what exactly she was trying to ask him, but he cut her off before she could finish.

“Harrington around?” Billy looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, his eyes sunken in and cheeks hollow with flat, unkempt curls framing his gray tinted face.

“No,” Robin said tentatively. “He’s feeling under the weather, so he stayed home today.” Billy’s jaw tightened as he nodded, looking around the room, scowling at the onlookers who busied themselves with the shelves and didn’t dare to look in his direction again.

“All right then,” Billy mumbled, turning back the way he came, his boots making hollow thumps as he exited the building with another jingle of the door’s bell.

Once the coast was clear, Eddie hurried back to the counter and leaned in, fervently whispering, “What the fuck was that?”

“I have no idea, but I know it shouldn’t be happening,” Robin hissed back, her whole body trembling.

“What do we do?” Eddie searched Robin’s eyes, grasping for an anchor that would calm his fear, but she was just as terrified.

“Call Steve,” she concluded, handing Eddie the phone behind the counter. Eddie picked up the handset and scrambled to push the buttons, trying his best to steady his breathing as the line rang.

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Billy hated not having his car. He walked for what felt like hours until he noticed a familiar ride parked outside the corner store. Taking a cigarette out of the pack in his front pocket, he lit it up and leaned against the tan car, waiting for its owner to emerge from the store. Billy was exhausted, so he shut his eyes in the meantime, soaking up the sun’s rays and fantasizing about having his hunger satiated.

“Hargrove?” Tommy Hagan’s voice almost startled Billy, and his eyes fluttered open. Tommy stood in the parking lot with a coke in one hand and his keys in the other, a dumbfounded look on his face as he stared at Billy. “How the fuck –”

“Long time, no see,” Billy called out as he straightened up and approached Tommy, a smirk hanging on his lips. “Got any plans this morning?” Tommy’s mouth ran dry, and he couldn’t respond. There was no way this was happening. “What, are you deaf, Hagan? What’s wrong?” Billy grew impatient as Tommy stood immobile, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Nothing,” he finally managed to choke out. “No plans.” He shook his head as Billy’s smirk bloomed into a smile.

“Cool,” he replied, stepping closer to Tommy. “I’ve got this really top shelf stuff,” Billy almost whispered, patting his pocket with a plastic crinkling sound. “You want to head up to the lake and smoke some before my shift?” Tommy looked around the parking lot which was oddly empty before deciding he really didn’t want to piss Billy off, especially now, after they had just buried him two days ago.

“I’m game,” is all Tommy could say as he moved toward the driver��s side of his car, unlocking it and pulling up on the passenger lock on the inside for Billy. Flicking his lit cigarette into the parking lot, Billy sauntered to the passenger side of Tommy’s car, sliding into his seat before the two of them sped out of the lot and down the main drag, taking the out-of-town turn toward the dirt road to Lover’s Lake.

Tommy swore he was in a dream as he glanced over at Billy who looked like hell despite being alive and in the flesh somehow.

“What the hell happened to you, man?” Tommy tried to keep his tone steady as he attempted to get any information he could from Billy as to how he could possibly be seated next to him at that moment.

“I guess someone made a mistake,” Billy replied, his voice low, eyes fixed on the road ahead of them.

“Big fuckin’ mistake,” Tommy muttered as he turned onto the steep gravel path toward the shore of the lake.

“No kidding,” Billy chuckled.

The two of them exited Tommy’s car and made their way to its front, propping themselves up one by one to sit on the hood where they could look out across the lake as Billy sparked up his joint. He took a long drag, closing his eyes for a few seconds, and passed it to Tommy who did the same.

They shared a few moments of silence before Billy stood up and walked closer to the water’s edge. Tommy finished the joint and stomped it out, following Billy’s lead.

“So are you…okay?” Tommy was legitimately concerned, and Billy could tell. He took a deep breath in and out and turned to look at Tommy.

“Yeah. I think so,” he answered, his eyes seeming empty and colorless.

“You look like shit,” Tommy jested, testing a smile. Billy let out a small laugh and looked back across the lake.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” he agreed. There were a few more moments of silence before Tommy felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up in surprise to see Billy lightly touching him, something tender and longing behind his expression. This was not normal.

“Uhh – what’s up?” Tommy didn’t know how to react. Billy had never been gentle, especially not with him or any of his friends, really.

“Being buried in the ground by your loved ones really has an effect on your mind, you know?” Billy’s voice was low, husky, lustful almost, and Tommy’s insides fluttered. Somehow he could tell Billy knew.

“Yeah, I – I can’t even imagine –”

“I feel like I can finally be myself, you know? Express things I never could before.” Billy’s hand slid down to Tommy’s wrist, and he slowly interlaced their fingers together. Tommy started to sweat as his heart thundered in his chest. He definitely knew.

“What do you mean?” Tommy knew it was no use, playing dumb with Billy Hargrove, but it was his last chance to try to compose himself, to keep his secret.

“You don’t think I see the way you look at me, Tommy?” Billy moved both of his hands to Tommy’s hips, turning him slightly so they were facing each other, his tired eyes burning into Tommy’s as he continued. “You don’t think I see the way you look at Steve Harrington?” Billy smiled. “Or Jason Carver?”

Tommy swallowed hard and couldn’t find any words to defend himself with. He let Billy’s hands roam over his hips, his waist, his chest, and one hand slid up to cup his face as Billy leaned in closer, his breath hot against Tommy’s lips.

“Billy –”

“It’s okay. I’m not telling,” Billy’s voice was smooth and savory as his lips ghosted over Tommy’s before he tangled his hand into the back of Tommy’s short chestnut hair and locked their lips together. Tommy sighed into the kiss and finally allowed himself to touch Billy – to melt into him – as their tongues swiped over each other and their bodies pressed together, hands sliding desperately over muscles, dips, valleys, and tousled hair.

Tommy gasped when Billy broke the kiss, both of them panting, pupils blown out from the heat of their desire, and Billy smiled sweetly at Tommy whose kiss-swollen lips turned up in response. In a surge of bravery and want, Tommy pressed his palm against Billy’s jeans and felt Billy’s hard cock twitch in response to his touch. With a lustful gleam in his eye, Tommy lowered himself to his knees in front of Billy who hissed out a dark laugh.

“I always knew you’d be on your knees for me, Tommy,” Billy snarled as he tangled his fingers into Tommy’s hair while his jeans were being unzipped. “Such a good boy for me.” Tommy looked up into Billy’s eyes again, apprehension still lingering in his thoughts before Billy reassured him one last time, “Our little secret.”

Tommy folded down the waistband of Billy’s underwear and his cock sprung free, making Tommy’s mouth water. He used his right hand to pump Billy’s length a few times, his thumb swirling shiny beads of precum around the swollen, pink head before he wrapped his lips around it, eliciting the most delicious moan from Billy.

Tommy used his hands to grip the backs of Billy’s thighs, steadying himself on his knees as he deepthroated Billy’s cock at a steady rhythm, sucking in his cheeks around the girth as saliva leaked from the corners of his mouth.

“Mmm so good for me,” Billy growled between deep moans and hisses of ecstasy. “Keep sucking me just like that,” he commanded as his hands gripped Tommy’s hair tighter, setting his own pace, keeping their eyes locked together.

Tommy’s hands moved up to Billy’s firm ass, and he gripped tightly, digging his nails into the denim clad flesh, making Billy moan even louder. Neither of them even thought about the idea of anyone else happening upon them at the edge of the lake. All that existed was them, and this moment, and this feeling.

Billy’s hips stuttered, and his thrusts grew uneven, and Tommy knew he was close. He dug his nails into Billy’s flesh even deeper, relishing the sweet sounds Billy made in return, and he kept his eyes fixed on the man above him only to see something change in his face.

Billy’s eyes were almost black, his blissed out smile twisting up to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth, and his grip on Tommy’s hair turned from painful to gruesome. Tommy tried to free himself, tried to stand up, tried to push himself away, but Billy was too strong.

Billy lifted Tommy effortlessly by his hair, and Tommy was gasping for air, his throat finally empty again as he tried his best to choke out words.

“Billy, please, no!” Billy was lifting Tommy up, one of his hands clamping down around Tommy’s throat as he lifted him high into the air, more teeth protruding from his grin now as his eyes glazed over with deep, black, nothingness.

A low growl resounded from Billy’s chest, ringing out in multiple dissonant tones as if there were hellish harmonies echoing all around the two of them, and a single tear fell from Tommy’s eye while he kicked his legs and clawed desperately at Billy’s wrist just before his airway was crushed.

An agonizing silence blanketed over Lovers Lake and the forest surrounding it, and Tommy Hagan never made it to work that night.

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“I don’t know, Eddie, please just drive faster,” Robin pleaded over Eddie’s twenty questions about whether Steve usually answers his phone in the morning, what he was doing last night, or why Billy might be looking for him.

Robin was trying her best to keep her cool even though her brain was running a million miles per second. She knew anything she could come up with had to be worse than what was actually happening, and she kept trying to convince herself they were going to show up to find Steve asleep in his bed recovering from the food poisoning he said he had when he called in to work.

Eddie’s van turned the corner and stopped with a screech in the Harringtons’ driveway. Before he could ask another question, Robin had already unbuckled her seatbelt and was taking quick strides toward the front door.

Eddie followed behind her, his hands trembling as he willed himself to be quiet because even he couldn’t stand talking about another possible scenario in which Steve might not be okay. Robin knocked loudly on the front door. The two of them stood close together and waited for the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs inside, but they heard nothing at all.

Robin knocked again, louder this time, her panic reaching an inconsolable level. She shouted for him as she knocked a third time.

“Steve?” And a fourth time. “STEVE!!!” Finally, without warning, the front door opened a couple of inches, and they saw Steve’s bloodshot eyes peeking from behind the door. His hair was a disheveled mess, and there were dark stains all over his yellow sweater.

“Jesus, man, what’s going on?” Eddie pushed past Robin, helping himself into the Harringtons’ living room and giving Steve’s shoulders a firm squeeze. Robin followed him in and closed and locked the front door behind them. She took a spot at Eddie’s side, attempting to push some of Steve’s hair back into place as his eyes darted anxiously between her and Eddie.

“I’m – I’m s-sorry,” Steve stammered nervously as he rested his hands on Eddie’s wrists to steady himself. He shook his head, trying to think straight when Eddie pulled him in for a tight hug.

“It’s okay, man. Don’t worry. We’re here now. Just breathe for a sec,” Eddie soothed as he held Steve, locking eyes with Robin who echoed his expression of serious concern. Robin noticed a horrific stench in the air and followed its trail into the kitchen where she nearly gagged when she saw the mess.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped as she quickly covered her nose and mouth. Gelatinous, black goo was splattered sporadically on the floor, cabinets, walls, and refrigerator. It dripped downward in thick globs, some of it dried and crusted to the various surfaces, and other bits bubbling and seeming to breathe where it was pooled.

The smell was worse than any roadkill Robin had ever encountered, a mix of rotting meat and sulfur, and she finally gagged, backing out of the room, and returning to where Eddie and Steve were just breaking away from their hug. “Steve, the kitchen is –”

“I know, okay? I know,” Steve interjected, running a hand through his pile of unkempt hair and taking a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start with this,” he groaned, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.

“Let’s go sit. You can tell us when you’re ready,” Eddie decided as he gave Steve’s shoulder a nudge and made his way to the couch.

“Yeah. Sitting is good,” Robin agreed, following Eddie’s lead. The three of them sat down on the couch with Steve in the middle, and he commenced telling his story.

“This is going to sound insane,” he started, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “But last night…Billy was here. He showed up on the porch, and he was all covered in dirt and shit, and – and the door was locked, but he – he got in anyway. It was like magic.” Steve’s eyes seemed far away as he spoke, images of the previous night flashing in his mind like a film reel.

“We saw him, too. He came into Family Video asking for you,” Robin said softly, resting a hand gently on Steve’s knee while Eddie nodded in agreement before furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Wait. So he…unlocked the door…with his mind?” Robin and Steve stared at Eddie in disappointed silence for a few seconds. “Sorry. Just…making sure I’m keeping up here.” Steve shook his head slightly and resumed his story.

“Anyway, he got in, and he just wasn’t himself. I mean, he’s normally an asshole, but this wasn’t…assholery. This was something – something evil, I think. God, I don’t know. It sounds so stupid –”

“No, Steve. Nothing sounds stupid after everything we’ve seen,” Robin reassured him.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Keep going, man.” Eddie leaned in closer to Steve as he started again.

“So he went to the kitchen, and he was just…eating. He ate everything, even the raw meat, and the bones –” Steve closed his eyes as the images continued to flash in his head. “He just snapped them like they were twigs.” Steve’s eyes were wet with tears as he spoke, and Robin gave his knee an encouraging squeeze. “He ate everything, and then he chugged a beer, which isn’t really out of character, but the whole thing was weird. Then he –” Steve stopped again and closed his eyes as his tears escaped and flowed down his cheeks.

“He what, Steve?” Robin’s voice was barely above a whisper as she urged him to finish his story.

“He…threw up. Everywhere. It was black, and I swear it was moving and changing.” Steve sniffled, and Eddie rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“And that’s what all the black stuff is?” Robin looked toward the kitchen, and Steve nodded, looking down at the dark stains all over his sweater.

“And then he just…came at me,” Steve continued. “He pinned me against the wall and lifted me, like, a foot off the ground like I weighed nothing. I mean, Billy’s strong, but no one’s that strong.” Eddie and Robin exchanged a worried look again, and Steve took another deep breath. “Then he talked to me, but his voice wasn’t…it wasn’t just one voice. It came from everywhere at the same time. I said I was scared, and then he just left. He dropped me on the ground and left, and I haven’t seen him since.” Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze as Steve wiped his nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

“It’s okay, Steve. We’re here now, and we won’t leave you alone. Whatever’s going on, Billy can’t mess with all of us at the same time. We’re too smart for that,” Robin reassured him. Eddie nodded in agreement and put his arm around Steve, pulling him in for a secure side hug.

“I’m going to call Gareth and tell him practice is canceled today,” Eddie declared, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants.

“Call Jonathan, too,” Robin instructed. “We can use all the reinforcement we can get.” Eddie nodded and made his way to the kitchen phone, using his bandana as a makeshift mask so he didn’t have to breathe in the rancid scent of Billy’s leftover regurgitation. Robin stood up, taking the blanket from the back of the couch and tucking it around Steve’s front.

“What are you doing?” Steve still looked nervous.

“You need to get some rest, Steve. I can tell you haven’t slept, and I don’t blame you,” Robin said, smoothing the blanket over him. “It’s okay. We’ll be right here, watching the whole time.” Steve shuffled under the blanket and leaned down on the arm of the couch.

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” Robin replied, drawing a haphazard X over her chest, giving Steve a small smile that he returned before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Billy’s confident strut up Tina’s driveway was noticed by every single person present. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue, form fitting jeans belted high on his waist with his red button-down tucked in and hanging half open, exposing his muscular chest adorned with his usual necklace.

His hair was perfectly coiffed, his sandy curls bouncy and shining once again, framing his sharp jawline. He smirked around his cigarette, his ocean eyes glinting like the edge of a switchblade, and he was loving the attention he was getting as he made his way to the front door.

Upon entering Tina’s living room, Billy received even more reactions than he had outside. Some people gasped, whispering, side eyeing him nervously, while others high fived him and welcomed him back to the land of the living.

He stayed a man of few words throughout the beginning of the party, moving from room to room until he came to the upstairs balcony. There was a small group of people there minding their own business, talking amongst themselves, and Billy moved to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the railing, his gaze locked on target.

Jason Carver was standing in a group of boys in matching letterman jackets telling a stupid story, eating up the way the boys pretended to idolize and humor him just to keep a seat at his table. Billy smiled to himself, snuffing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the railing, silently stalking his unwitting prey. Jason made a show of lifting a keg in front of his band of brothers who cheered him on and clapped him on the back, and Billy scoffed.

“Just you wait, Carver,” he muttered to himself. “Tonight will be the workout of your life.”

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Eddie’s van parked across the street from Tina’s house, and the gang exited the vehicle, everyone trying to maintain a normal stride as they approached the house.

“Are you sure he’s here?” Jonathan had more questions than Eddie had at the start.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Robin replied impatiently. “Heather told Holly, who told Win, who told Beck, who told Gareth, who called Steve’s house to tell Eddie Billy was back from the dead.”

“Let’s just hope we find him before he finds us,” Eddie muttered anxiously, his eyes scanning over the crowd as the group entered the living room. Steve stayed toward the center of his group for fear of being snatched away from the outskirts of the waves of people they passed. The four of them emerged from the house into the back yard, surveying the different groups of people before a voice piped up from one of circles around a keg.

“Eddie “The Freak” Munson!” It was Jason Carver. Eddie rolled his eyes as Jason walked forward out of his circle.

“Not now, Carver. I’m busy.” Eddie tried to walk past Jason who slapped a hand to his shoulder, stopping him in his path.

“Busy doing what? Looking for recruits for your satanic moonlight chant tonight?” Jason’s hand on Eddie’s shoulder tightened, and Eddie gritted his teeth as Jason’s followers snickered and jeered behind him.

“Assholes attract other assholes, so maybe you can help us,” Steve called, stepping forward, pushing Jason’s chest with a single finger, and standing in between Jason and Eddie. Jason’s hand fell from Eddie’s shoulder, and his expression turned from amusement to tense annoyance as Steve questioned him. “Where’s Hargrove?” Jason smirked.

“Last I checked he was in the ground where he belongs. That guy was a menace,” Jason replied with a chuckle.

“Why don’t you come up here and say that to his face?” There was a voice from up above them, booming out over the crowd in the back yard. Steve and his group turned around as Jason and his followers looked up toward the balcony, and there he stood in the flesh – Billy Hargrove, back from the dead.

“Holy shit,” Jason muttered, shooting a nervous sideways glance at Eddie.

“Oh, me? No, not this time,” Eddie reassured with a coy smile and a nod, clasping his hands behind his back and following as Steve, Robin, and Jonathan made a beeline for the back door of the house, leaving Jason to do his mental gymnastics over the current happenings.

Billy was waiting to greet the foursome as they stepped onto the balcony, and all they could do was stare. He looked better than before, if that were even possible. Billy sighed and pulled a cigarette out of his pack, twirling it in his fingers.

“Been looking all over for you, Harrington. Glad you could make an appearance,” he mused, making sharp eye contact with Steve.

“Well, here I am,” Steve answered sheepishly. “What the hell is going on?” Steve tried to keep his voice low so as not to give them away to any bystanders.

“What do you mean?” Billy played dumb, an exaggerated look of dismay disguising his smirk.

“I mean what is going on with you? Last night? My kitchen is probably condemnable now. You looked like shit, and now you’re – you’re all –”

“Hot again,” Eddie finished as everyone else nodded in agreement and Steve rolled his eyes. Billy chuckled and almost blushed at the compliment. He was really eating up all this adoration.

“To be honest, I don’t really know what’s going on, but all I have to do is spill a little blood, and I feel better than ever,” Billy drawled, his pearlescent smile flashing in the dim light.

“Spill a little blood?” Robin looked at him, incredulous, and Billy shrugged, giving her an affirmative nod.

“Oh, and watch this,” he added, holding his cigarette in his mouth. He snapped his fingers, and the end of the cigarette ignited in a single flame that died down until only the smoldering cherry remained. Everyone’s eyes widened as Billy grinned with pride. “Pretty cool, huh?” Eddie seemed the most impressed by that party trick and wanted to know more.

“How did you –”

“I’m sorry,” Robin interrupted. “You’re killing people?!” Billy’s expression soured.

“No,” he replied, obviously offended. “I’m killing jocks. Jocks are just placeholders. They come, and they go.” Billy glared at Robin who had been rendered speechless, her mouth hanging open in bewilderment.

“This might be a stupid question,” Steve reasoned. “But if that’s the case, why didn’t you kill me when you had me pinned to a wall in my kitchen alone in the dark?” Billy scoffed.

“Well, you’re not exactly King Steve anymore,” Billy answered as he puffed on his cigarette. Steve shrugged, realizing he couldn’t disagree, and if that meant he was safe from born-again Billy, that was fine with him.

“So when Carol says she’s been looking everywhere for Tommy…” Jonathan trailed off when he noticed the deadly look in Billy’s eyes at the mention of Tommy’s name. That was all the answer any of them needed. Billy snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray and cleared his throat.

“As lovely as this reunion has been, I’ve got some important business to attend to.” Billy nodded his goodbye with a final, “Boys – Buckley,” before disappearing back into the house, leaving Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Jonathan to exchange worried looks before deciding to head back to Steve’s house to plan their next move.

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Jason bid his friends good night as they drove away in Troy’s car and set out down the street on foot. His house was only a few blocks away, so he didn’t mind the walk on that warm July evening. He was about halfway home when he heard the roar of an engine in the distance behind him, and the sounds of Metallica’s Jump in the Fire grew louder as a shiny blue Camaro pulled up alongside him. Jason stopped as the passenger side window rolled down to reveal Billy Hargrove smirking at him with a cigarette between his lips.

Jason scoffed and stared back at Billy as the music grew quiet. Billy took his cigarette between his fingers, smirk growing into a flashy smile as he looked Jason up and down, making sure the gesture was completely obvious.

“The fuck do you want, Hargrove?” Jason stayed on his side of the street, feeling uneasy after Billy had overheard his comments at Tina’s party.

“Just a piece,” Billy answered, his expression serious, turning on the fuck-me eyes and hoping Jason would take his bait because it was delectable bait after all. Jason’s eyebrows shot up, and he tsked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason stepped closer to the Camaro as Billy hissed out a laugh.

“I’ve heard the rumors about you, Carver,” Billy teased, still beaming through the window. “And I’m sure you’ve heard the ones about me, too,” he drawled, keeping his lustful gaze locked on Jason who took another cautious step toward the car.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason countered, crossing his arms in defiance. Billy just laughed.

“Let’s not play games, Carver. I know what you said about me at Tina’s party was just a ruse. You don’t want anyone else to know, but you do a bad job of keeping it a secret, you know that?” Jason shook his head and scoffed again as he looked around – not another car or person in sight.

“In your dreams, Hargrove,” he spat, taking a step back before Billy let a line drop that Jason was never expecting to hear.

“I know about you and Tommy Hagan.” Billy’s voice dripped from his lips like honey drizzled over suede, and Jason knew he couldn’t lie anymore.

“What is this, blackmail?” Jason’s blood roared in his ears as his palms started to sweat. Billy shook his head, still smiling.

“Of course not. Get in. Let’s…talk.” Jason would never admit it, but his heart grew hopeful in that moment. The hottest guy in Hawkins was picking him up to cruise around in the dead of night, knowing what he and Tommy did when they cruised around alone at night, and he thought maybe this was his chance.

Jason glanced around one last time to make sure no one was lurking to see what he was about to do. With no one in sight, he jogged toward the passenger door of Billy’s car and got in.

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The Camaro rolled to a stop in the Hawkins High School parking lot, and the two boys exited the car.

“What are we doing here?” Jason was confused. He thought they’d go to one of the abandoned cabins the basketball team partied in or up to Lovers Lake. He wasn’t expecting to visit his own high school.

“Going down to the field. I know a spot,” Billy answered, flashing his signature smile. Jason followed Billy around the building and to a chain link fence that wrapped around their end of the football field. Billy hoisted himself up and easily climbed to the top of the fence, dropping down on the other side. Jason followed suit a little less gracefully, and to his surprise, Billy grabbed Jason’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and led him across the grass to the trees at the edge of the field.

The two of them walked in silence. Billy’s hand felt warm in Jason’s, and it made his stomach come alive with butterflies which he almost felt embarrassed about. Chrissy didn’t give him butterflies like that. He didn’t have time to think too much about what it meant before they emerged in a clearing with an old picnic table in the center.

“How’d you know this was here?” Jason let himself bask in the whimsy of their midnight rendezvous at a secret picnic table in a forest clearing just outside of their school grounds. He felt, for a moment, like he was living in a movie where he was the main character, and maybe, just maybe, he would find a happy ending here. Billy smiled and turned toward him.

“There are so many times I’ve wanted to escape, and it’s important to have places to go. I always find them,” Billy drawled, letting a hand settle on Jason’s waist, their eyes meeting as a comfortable silence engulfed them.

“So the rumors about you are…true?” Jason tried not to sound too giddy as he posed the question, and Billy pulled him in closer. Jason could smell mint gum and spicy aftershave as the tips of their noses touched together.

“Every single one,” Billy whispered, his breath hot on Jason’s lips. Jason didn’t know what to say next. They were so close, almost every part of them touching, and Jason wanted nothing more than to crash his lips into Billy’s in their secret spot in the dark and soak in every moment of pleasure he possibly could before it was over…and so he did.

Jason leaned in, touching his lips to Billy’s, tasting the sweet sting of mint on the edge of their kiss as Billy’s hand moved to the back of Jason’s neck, deepening the kiss and sighing into his mouth. The steamy smacking of their lips locking over and over was the only sound that filled the darkness around them, and Jason’s hands found Billy’s hair, snaking his fingers into the curls and pulling slightly, pulling a moan from Billy’s lips as their kiss broke so they could each catch their breath.

Billy smiled as Jason’s hands stayed tangled in his hair, and his hands roamed down to cup Jason’s ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

“A little rough okay with you?” Billy’s expression was sweet and coquettish, eyelashes batting as he waited for Jason’s response.

“Anything you want is exactly what I’m looking for,” he answered, pulling just slightly harder on Billy’s hair before their lips collided again, this time with more fever, more passion, more fury than before.

Neither of them could be sure how they got there, but within minutes they were on the ground together. Billy was on top of Jason, straddling him as their steamy kisses continued, tongues swiping over each other while Billy pinned Jason’s arms to the ground above his head. Jason let out a low laugh and arched his back, grinding his hips up into Billy’s, and Billy moaned.

“Patience is a virtue, Carver,” Billy teased, licking along Jason’s bottom lip before giving it a playful bite. Jason groaned and bucked his hips up into Billy’s again, longing for any friction that might give him even the smallest bit of release.

“Hard to be patient when you’re on top of me like this,” Jason admitted, gripping Billy’s hips with both hands and grinding his rock hard bulge against Billy’s jeans. Billy adjusted himself so he could move against Jason, thrusting slowly, grinding his own hard cock against Jason’s, the denim between them heating up slightly with the repetitive motion.

Billy returned Jason’s hands to their position, pinned above his head on the ground, as Billy’s hips moved on top of him, both of them panting heavily, letting out moans when it felt too good to stifle them anymore. Billy picked up the pace and sat up straight, letting Jason’s hands come back to his hips, Jason’s fingertips digging into Billy’s hot flesh as their desperate sounds filled the space between them entirely.

“I’m gonna make you cum for me, Carver,” Billy sneered through gritted teeth as he grinded himself harder and faster against Jason. “I’ll make you cum in your jeans like the desperate little slut you are for me.” Billy’s words sent Jason over the edge, and he moaned louder, his back arching up into Billy’s friction as he spilled over into his jeans.

“Fuck, Billy, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop,” Jason whined as he let his orgasm overtake him, his cheeks flushing crimson at what he had just done.

Billy brought his hand down to the warm, sticky, wet spot on Jason’s crotch, gathering what little fluid had soaked through the denim onto two of his fingers, locking eyes with Jason as his fingers brushed Jason’s lips. Jason opened his mouth as Billy pushed his fingers in, swiping them around on his tongue before Jason sucked sinfully on them, his cheeks hollowing around Billy’s digits, his eyes closing at the wicked sensation.

“That’s right,” Billy whispered. “Such a good boy for me.” Jason’s eyes fluttered open, and to his horror, Billy had changed – his eyes were completely jet black. The once deep pools of cerulean lust were replaced with dark, abysmal nothingness, and the smile that had given Jason butterflies had grown into a twisted display of long, razor sharp teeth that couldn't possibly fit into Billy’s mouth.

Billy laughed darkly, his voice coming from everywhere all around them at once, and Jason panicked, kicking his legs under Billy, trying his best to push him off, but to no avail. Billy was too strong.

Billy gripped Jason’s upper and lower jaw with each of his hands on the inside of his mouth. Jason could smell the sick, putrid stench of rot as Billy leaned in close to him and growled before he used every ounce of strength he had to pull in opposite directions, the cracking of bones preceding a scream that tore through the trees and echoed across the Hawkins High football field.

And then the night was quiet once again.

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