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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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[bowiebond]

“Why do you look like that?” Tommy stopped mid way through attempting to light his cigarette when Billy said it, the blond pulling his own from my lips and blowing out a rush of white smoke.

“What?”

“You’re fuckin’ face, Hagan, why’s it look like that?” He seemed annoyed at Tommy’s confusion, like what he was saying made total sense and Tommy was the idiot. He didn’t roll his eyes like Steve did, but he may as well have.

“That right fuckin’ there!” He gestured with his cigarette at him, ashes falling onto his dark pants. He wiped them off with a huff.

“I don’t get what you mean, man. You may as well spell it out to me, ‘cause I’m not a mind reader.” The sun was warm against his skin, even now as it set in the distance, the chill of the evening slowly sinking in.

“You get this fuckin’ face when we’re together.” Billy grunted, putting his cigarette between his lips and burning through it too quick. Billy always took long drags, and Tommy wondered if his apparently superior lungs were from all the years at the beach, swimming. Hell, he was certified to be a lifeguard like Steve.

“Pisses me off. It’s like you go off elsewhere. Even when we’re alone.” He tapped his ashes off to the side as he spoke, sounding utterly unphased as smoke left his lips with his words, like the action was as natural as breathing even though Tommy himself would likely choke and sputter if he tried it. The last of the drag filtered out through both his nose and mouth, and Tommy watched, almost forgetting Billy was awaiting an answer.

“Well?” Billy snapped and Tommy took the stick out from between his own lips with a sigh.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t really get what you’re saying.” He shrugged, gesturing vaguely at the situation he was in because he didn’t get it. He never got it. He was kind of an idiot and everyone he knew proved that to him or just said it to his face. Steve had always said he had strengths elsewhere, that school just wasn’t built for guys like them, but it still stuck. Tommy was an idiot, and not just in school. He was an idiot in everything. Carol told him so every time they broke up.

Billy’s hand grabbed his face and his brows jumped up in surprise as the blond scowled at him.

“That face. If we’re hanging out, I expect you to actually be here, Hagan.”

Tommy shoved his hand off, rubbing at his cheek. It hadn’t been a painful grab, but Billy had this unchecked strength that made anywhere he grabbed tender afterwards. Or maybe Tommy just was. Tender, that is.

“I’m here, okay? I just got some stuff on my mind. You don’t wander off when we hang out?” The question was rhetorical, intended to shut him up because everyone zoned out when he talked to them, it was whatever, but Billy gave him a frown to occupy his pinched brows.

“Why the fuck would I, Hagan? If we’re hanging out one-on-one, you have my attention.”

Tommy blinked, his defensively scrunched in features smoothing out at the surprisingly kind words. Billy was down to the last quarter of his cigarette, temptingly close to the bud and the blond took the stick from between Tommy’s loose fingers. He parted his lips to tell him to get his own, but he placed it between Tommy’s and cupped the back of his neck in a firm hold, curling him in close to press the tip of his dying cigarette to his fresh one.

Billy had really long, thick eyelashes, Tommy noticed.

It caught and Tommy had to remember to breath in after feeling like he had been holding his breath for hours. Billy leaned away, but his warm hand was still on his nape as Tommy coughed a little, smoke sputtering out before he cleared his throat. His face felt hot even as the sun began to disappear, leaving the horizon a hazy pink and orange.

Billy tossed his burnt out cigarette down below into the quarry. Tommy watched it vanish, smoke billowing around Billy’s features. He was so damn hard to read sometimes. It irritated Tommy. Why were his choice of friends always so hard to understand?

“Thanks.” He mumbled, unsure of what part he was thanking him for. The ignition or the reassurance. Billy patted the back of his neck, smoothing his thumb up and down the muscle slowly.

“Call me a child,” Billy squeezed his nape and Tommy’s shivered. The breeze was cool and Billy was like a furnace. “But I like having peoples attention. So don’t go fucking off elsewhere, Hagan.”

Tommy nodded softly. He didn’t think he’d be able to focus on anyone or anything else right now, not with Billy’s hand on his skin.

“Done deal, B.” He took a slow drag, the end of his cigarette burning like the horizon.

“Good.” Billy took the cigarette from his lips and wrapped his own around the same place Tommy’s had been, breathing in nice and slow compared to his usual harsh drags. He placed the smoke back between his lips and patted his chest twice.

“Real good.” His hand lingered there, rubbing a small circle into his chest as Tommy’s heart thumped like a rabbits leg against his ribs, a cloud of smoke caressing Billy’s rosy lips and cheeks. Tommy stared, honing in on the curl of it, the waves of smoke, before Billy’s parted lips twitched up into a small smile.

It gained a wolfish quality as it grew.

“Oh.” The hand on his chest slowly smoothed down his red and cream polo, Tommy sucking in a sharp breath as the hand on his neck slipped around to steal the hanging cigarette from his lips, Billy so close he could smell the tobacco on his breath.

“You can be real good,” He breathed out the last of his smoke into his mouth, heat curling low in his gut as Billy’s hand slid over his crotch and squeezed. “Can’t you, Tommy?”

His lips parted in a low moan and Billy fingers sunk into his hair as he pressed his lips to his, muffling it into another gentle sound of the breezy quarry.

Tommy wouldn’t be able to think about anything else but Billy now. So the blond could have that win.

#tomgrove #billy hargrove #tommy hagan #billy hargrove x tommy hagan #stranger things #idk I just liked the vibe of this one so enjoy #no they’re not dating #ficlet

[harringroveera]

So meeting the new guy in school didn’t go so well for Steve

#harringrove #steve’s coming out moment #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #incorrect harringrove quotes #harringroveera #carol perkins #tommy hagan #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #incorrect steve harrington #harringrove textpost #harringrove meme #harringrove edit #billy hargrove meme #steve harrington meme #steve x billy #steve harrington x billy hargrove

[shieldofiron]

Apparently Steve said this to Tommy, Tommy's just sharing the good word.

#ShieldofIron #Harringrove #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Billy x Steve #Steve x Billy #incorrect Harringrove Quotes #mine #walking OSHA violation Billy Hargrove #Honestly walking HR violation Steve Harrington #tommy hagan

[plistommy]

How about a s2 AU where Billy catches Steve and Tommy hate fucking and is all 'oh?👀 Let me in on the fun' and it turns into everyone competing to hold out as long as possible that leaves everyone fucked out and making out while covered in come😌💕

Billy was about to lose his fucking shit.

He was going to be late soon.

Not because of Max this time, no. The brat had gone to the arcade straight from school because Billy had extra practice for their upcoming game and she didn’t want to wait around which, great, he didn’t give a shit.

A drive by himself sounded great without her scowling on the passenger seat.

But then, he had fucked it up and forgot his fucking car keys to his locker which, who the hell even does that, and now he had to walk back to the locker rooms without a smoke because his cigarettes where inside his car.

The hallways were already empty as his heavy boots echoed with every step and he was pretty sure all the guys from the team had left since it was friday.

Some didn’t even stay to take a shower, too eager to go home from this shitty place.

Billy couldn’t agree more even though another hell was waiting for him at home.

He pushed the heavy doors open and got to the locker rooms. And like he thought, no one was around.

His locker was the furthest away, but he got there with a few long steps and opened the locker with a bang.

The keys sparkled like they were mocking at him and Billy didn’t think he had never thought about wanting to destroy a piece of steel this badly.

”Fucker.” He murmured and snatched the keys.

He turned around and started to walk away, but that’s when he heard something from the showers.

A groan.

And that sparked his interest immediately.

He walked next to the door, feeling the hot steam coming from under it. It hadn’t been that long since everyone left, but he could hear the water still running and the sounds of something smacking over and over again.

It just irked Billy more to touch the handle and…

Crack the door open.

”Ah, fuck, fuck! Harder, Tommyyy!”

”Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!” Tommy groaned.

Billy peeked his head fully inside and that’s when he saw them. And especially him.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington moaning with his mouth open like a whore and head thrown back as Hagan was fucking him from behind, making him arch his back as he keened.

Fucking keened.

”Shit..” Billy groaned as he felt heat pooling in his gut.

Steve was clearly trying his best to keep hold of the metal poll, almost hugging it as his legs were shaking by how rougly he was fucked. Billy could see the floor was also slippery, the water and dropped soap - which would be funny to Billy right now if it weren’t for the situation - weren’t mixing together well.

Hagan had his hands on Steve’s waist and a mouth on his neck as he spat insults at the other.

”You’re such a pathetic, slut, aren’t you, Steve?” Tommy said, half groaning as he thrusted into Steve.

Steve wasn’t answering at first, only whining with his eyes closed and it seems Tommy wasn’t going to have that as he wrapped a hand around that pale neck.

Billy had no idea the short guy had that much power in him. Power to put down the ’King Steve’ like this.

It made something deep inside him purr and he couldn’t help but to grin.

”Aren’t you?!” Hagan yelled and Steve cried.

”Y-yes yes I’m a.. a slut!”

Even if Steve was sobbing, Billy could see he enjoyed this shit. Enjoyed to be called names and thrown around, used like a toy.

Billy wanted to destroy him.

He fully opened the door, having no shame as he walked inside the showers and let out a low whistle at the two.

Tommy’s head snapped at him first, that face red and full with freckles as he took in Billy, brown eyes going a little huge. He slowed down his thrusts which made Steve whine and look up to Tommy, but catching Billy’s eyes before his.

Steve froze and the breath he let out made Billy grin even wider.

”Don’t stop on my account. I was really enjoying the show.” He murmured and the two boys looked a little panicked.

”Hargrove…” Tommy was warning him while moving his arms a little protectively around Steve. Which, Cute.

Hagan clearly still had a soft spot for Harrington.

Billy took a step forward, floor wet and warm under his feet. He hadn’t even realized he had taken off his boots.

When Tommy was about to speak up again, Billy shushed him ”Can I join?”

A beat.

”Huh- What?” That was Steve now, still looking fucked up as he was catching his breath under Tommy.

Billy turned his gaze slowly on him and couldn’t help but to see how the brunette's dick kicked in interest between his legs as Billy slowly looked him up and down.

”I wanna fuck you.” He said, directly at Steve and it made both of the boys gasp.

”Billy—”

”You heard me, Tommy. Let me in on the fun.” He smirked and Tommy bit his bottom lip, giving Steve a glance.

”Or do you not wanna share your little slut?”

Billy could see the way Steve’s body twitched at that and how he tightened around the other’s cock because it made Tommy moan.

”Ah, fuck.” Tommy cursed ”You really want this?”

”Dead serious, Hagan.”

They stared at each other for a while before Steve whined and made them both turn their gazes on him.

”Please…” Steve looked up at them, hair wet and clinging to his forehead as the water ran down his body.

That’s all it took for Tommy and soon he was thrusting into the other again, setting up a rough pace.

Billy slowly opened his belt and slid his zipper down, taking his thick and hard cock from where it had been trapped inside his jeans.

He grinned when both of them moaned at the sight of it.

”Gonna fuck him first.” Tommy got out, not taking his eyes off of Billy’s dick and it made Billy chuckle.

He liked how possessive Tommy was of Steve even if the guy swore he ’hated’ him.

”Hmm.” Billy hummed and moved closer to them.

He wrapped his hand around Steve’s dick which had been left unnoticed and gave it a couple of rough squeezes that made the boy cry out.

”Doing good, pretty boy.”

Steve looked at him and turned more redder than he was.

He gave his cock a small jerk before removing his hand, leaving Steve whining at the loss.

”Not yet.” Was all Billy said before moving behind Tommy.

He wasn’t even giving a shit at this point that his clothes were getting wet. He still had his gym clothes after all.

”Look at him, what a slut.” Billy purred and it made Tommy moan ”Can’t get enough of your dick, huh?”

”Yeah… always fucking begging for it.” Tommy surprisingly got out even with Billy’s hard chest against his back.

Billy laughed and moved his hands to Tommy hips, helping him move and fuck Steve more faster.

He couldn’t keep his eyes away from where the other two were connected. How Steve’s fat ass was sucking Tommy’s dick inside.

Billy wondered how long they had been doing this. How long Steve had been taking Tommy’s cock like this. After they ended their friendship or… before?

They were childhood friends. That he knew. Tommy couldn’t stop talking about Steve. About how he thought he was a ’good guy’ but then left his best friend for some pussy just like that.

Seems like he hadn’t, after all.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tommy suddenly groaned and that’s when he stilled inside Steve, coming inside the other’s tight heat.

Steve let out a satisfied moan and clenched around Tommy.

”Fucking bitch.” Tommy cursed and pulled out, cock shiny with cum. He took a step back to give Billy some space.

”Go on, take your turn. The bitch loves when he’s full.”

Billy grinned at him and slowly moved behind Steve’s body ”Yeah? Fuck him a lot like this?”

He loved the way Tommy’s spent dick kicked and how the freckled boy had to calm his breathing.

”Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And, okay. Billy liked that. He hadn’t really seen this side of Tommy and he really liked it. He thought he was just a prick trying to hate on his old friend and get a new ’King’ to be by his side because he was too miserable, but no.

Billy spat on his dick, giving it a few squeezes. He moved his hands down to Steve’s ass and slowly pulled his ass cheeks apart to see that perfect hole.

”Fuck, Harrington… look at you.” Billy couldn’t help himself as he pushed two of his fingers in and felt how wet and warm his hole was.

Steve whined under him as he tried to push his ass closer.

He really was a fucking slut.

Billy removed his fingers and spread Tommy’s cum on his cock before lining up and pushing in. And holy fucking shit. Billy never thought he’d be able to know what heaven felt like. But this was it.

Steve let out a long moan under him as he was filled with cock, a thick one and couldn’t help how pre cum leaked from his untouched dick.

”Oh my god, so big, Billy, please— Please!” Steve cried out and Tommy put a hand on top of his mouth.

”Keep it down and take it like a good boy.”

Billy groaned at Tommy’s words as he was bottoming inside Steve’s tight heat, his hips flushed with the other’s round and red ass. He moved his hands to rest on Steve’s waist, giving him a little squeeze before pulling out and fucking right back in.

Tommy grinned next to them as he watched Billy start up a rough pace, similar to his which always made Steve’s ass jiggle just right.

”Keep fucking him like that.”

”Don’t tell me what to do, Hagan.” Billy growled, but they exchanged grins before Tommy was dropping to his knees and taking Steve inside his mouth.

Tommy had removed his hand from Steve’s mouth and as he sucked him in, Steve let out a loud moan which echoed inside the showers.

”Fuck, Harrington.” Billy laughed and moved his hand on the brunette’s neck. When he put pressure, Steve choked and it just made Billy smile wider.

Tommy moaned under them as he popped his head with the same pace as Billy fucked Steve and even though choked a couple of times, he didn’t take his mouth off of Steve and Billy couldn’t wait to get some head from Tommy, too.

The water was turning colder little by little, and it made Billy a little giddy to know they’ve almost used all the hot water because the school was a piece of shit, but nothing was stopping the guys as they kept going.

Skin slapping on skin was filling the foggy room. The desperate sounds coming out from Steve’s mouth, groans and moans from Billy’s as he threw his head back and the pleased humming from Tommy as he deep throated his known ’rival’.

This was a situation Billy never thought he’d be in.

But oh did it make him excited.

”I’m close! D-don’t wanna cum yet!” Steve got out and Billy couldn’t agree more as he felt himself getting on the edge.

Tommy popped his mouth off of Steve’s dick and jerked it faster ”Go on, slut. You can cum.”

”Noooo—” Steve whined like a brat as he was trying to keep himself from cumming, but the dick in his ass and the hand on his dick felt so good it was hard to ignore.

”Yes, Steve. Be a good boy and finish.” Billy joined in.

”No, no!”

Billy chuckled and picked up the pace, brutally hitting on the spot that got Steve’s pale skin full with goosebumps.

He really didn’t wanna cum either, trying to hold himself back as much as he could because he never wanted this to end. Billy could see Tommy was holding back too as he was wrapping his hand around his own dick, squeezing it tightly around it as if it helped.

Ah. A competition.

That Billy loved. And he loved winning.

”You look so good on your knees, Tommy. Wanna fuck your mouth, bet you’d look really pretty.”

He grinned when Tommy bit his bottom lip.

”Yeah? Maybe I’d make you suck mine, would reeaally love to hear you shut the fuck up.”

Billy chuckled and smacked Steve’s ass which made the older boy cry, clearly becoming overwhelmed.

”Fuck, is Harrington always this tight? I bet he takes you so well every time and that’s why you can’t get enough even if you pretend to hate him.”

Billy grinned as Tommy moaned weakly.

”B-Billy—” Steve glanced at him, eyes glossy.

”Shh, it’s alright, Steve.” He purred and squeezed his hips.

But he wasn’t stopping the teasing.

”I bet he could take both of us at the same time. Hole just sucking us in as we’d fuck him slow and deep. Make him scream our names as we’d ruin him from everyone else…”

”Fuck!” Tommy cursed, voice high-pitched as he tried not to jerk himself off while Steve whined between them.

But Billy knew he’d got them both.

Because soon Steve was cumming onto Tommy’s face, too overwhelmed with the words Billy was saying and Tommy was right behind him, cum hitting his own stomach and some even hit Steve’s legs.

Billy grinned when he saw others blissed out faces.

He picked up the pace, arms wrapping around Steve’s waist as he chased his own release.

”Gonna fuck you full.” Billy whispered right next to Steve’s ear

”Mhm, yes! Billy!”

Fuck.

He bottomed all the way inside Steve, making the other arch his back and Billy had never cummed so hard in his life.

They were all silent for a while, just a lot of loud breathing as they all tried to come down from their highs.

Someone turned off the shower, thank god and soon they were all sitting down or more like laying down against the cold wall covered with each other's spunk.

Tommy had gotten most of it, but some of it got on Steve and Billy as well when they’d made out for a little.

”Shit…” Billy groaned as his clothes were starting to stick on to him a little too uncomfortably.

But, he really didn’t give a shit. He was too fucked out.

Steve had his eyes closed as he pulled his hair back and Billy swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Steve Harrington.

”You good, Harrington?” He got out, trying not to stare too long at the other guy even though he literally just fucked him.

”Uh-huh… really good, man.” Steve answered with a thump up as he leaned his head against Tommy’s shoulder, giving it a small kiss which made Tommy and Billy look up at each other and Tommy looked nervous for the first time.

It was easy with the sex, but now that things were calming down and the reality was coming more present, Billy realized that there was something more between these two than just hate-sex.

But he didn’t think they guys really knew what it was.

”Yeah,” Tommy broke the silence first, glancing at Steve ”He’s totally out of it.”

It made Steve laugh with a hoarse voice and soon Billy and Tommy were cracking up as well.

#HELLO MY BELOVED ANON #I hope you like this! I liked writing it a lot #Kinda nice to switch it up that BILLY is the one to find these two and not Tommy! #SWEET #Posted to ao3 as well! #harringrove #stommy #kegboys #steve x billy x tommy #steve harrington #billy hargrove #tommy hagan #stranger things #prompt #fanfic #my writing #lemon

[weird-an]

Billy: Harrington's pretty, bitch.

Tommy: What?

Billy: He's a petty bitch.

Tommy: That, too.

Billy: Wait, what-

#this is the only topic ​tommy and billy talk about tbh #and fight - they'll pull each other's hair and scratch their faces #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve x billy #keg boys #tommy hagan

[chrisbitchtree]

How I think the lead up to the shower scene went:

Billy: Tommy, do you think going up to Steve to talk to him while naked in the showers will make it too gay? I don’t want it to be too obvious that I want him

Tommy: You’re severely underestimating how oblivious Harrington is

Billy: Ok, so we agree that the naked in the showers thing is the right way to go? Will you come with me? It’ll seem less gay if it’s not just him and I

Tommy, shaking his head: You think adding a third naked guy to this scenario will make it less gay?

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Bonus:

Steve, twenty years later, rolling over in bed at 3am: Hey babe, were you hitting on me that day in the showers??

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[hargrove-mayfields]

My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Hope y’all liked this little snippet! And if you enjoyed this, I bet you’re all gonna love what our next poster has in store! So excited and thrilled to announce the very talented, very inspired- @nymphwriter!

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[chaosgremlinmunson]

Rocker Stevie

Might be part one.

Diane: So let's set the scene, it's 1988, you're newly 21. You are top of the charts bubblegum pop princess Stevie Hendrix. You're married to top selling actor Tommy Hagan known for his action films and beach body. You just won two Grammys that year, and then, what happened?

Stevie: So, like you said. I was newly 21, I married my highschool sweetheart who'd reached stardom right alongside me as an actor instead of in music, which, honestly Diane, thank God for that. The man has no idea how to hold a tune, he'd likely make a dying cat sound like a siren. Laugh No, really! It's that bad! Anyway, I was fresh off my latest tour for Rainbows and Leather and came home to see my darling husband. I was so excited I'd been missing him, you know. Well, I walked into the house and what did I find? My husband, in bed butt naked with my Best friend and his personal assistant at my behest, Carol Perkins. To tell you the fallout from that was anything less than apocalyptic would be selling it short.

Diane: So after the absolutely dramatic divorce, you decided to change genres? Why Rock?

Stevie: Rock spoke to my soul, I wrote ‘I wanna ghost myself’ one night drunk on apple spritzers with my sister Robin, and her best friend Eddie. They'd been in my corner from the start, but Eddie and I always nipped at each other about our music tastes, then that night he picked up his guitar and started playing and ‘I wanna ghost myself' just flowed out. I was laid out on the floor by the ending between lighter and tears, and just felt so free. So like myself. And that was it, Stevie hung up her rainbows and sunshine and embraced her chaos and revenge.

Diane: So where did the lyrics 'think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff, yeah I have a feeling that it won't be missed” come from?

Stevie: You have to understand, I was devastated by what Tommy did. I had only ever been with him to that point in my life, he'd made me believe he was the only one for me. That without him my life would feel meaningless because up to that point every moment together he showered me in affection and praise. He was the ideal husband on the surface, and then I found out he'd been having an affair with Carol for literal years. Everyone knew except for me, and I was crushed. ‘Think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff’ was me almost literally saying my heart is broken and I don't want to feel anymore. I became wild and lost myself to the music. Eddie wrapped me in leather and lace and asked me to be the front woman for his band. I was shocked, because honestly was I going to make it delving into a whole new genre? I'd already come to the end of my contract with Upside Down records, so I wasn't concerned about what my team thought. However, my fan base? Would they still love me the same, would I make it? I was scared, and then we had our first show. It was small, and it was a test for me to see if I could do this. The world caught fire for me that night, and I never looked back.

Diane: So let's fast forward, finally Devil's Prey became a household name, and Stevie Hendrix was a sensation. What happened the night of the music awards, in your own words.

Stevie: So, for years I'd gone by Stevie Hendrix so no one would know who I was. It was mid set for ‘Bulletproof’ and as I turned the lights cut out and a picture lit up the screen. It was a photo of me on my wedding day, my eyes crossed out and ‘Stefania Harrington the Whore’ written across my body as I stood between Tommy, his old friend Billy, and Jason Carver. I screamed, and looked back at the audience just as Eddie tackled me to the ground and a shot whipped past my head.

Diane: So Eddie Munson saved you that day?

Stevie: Yes, he did. He held me while I sobbed in the green room. I never knew someone could be so hateful just because my songs brought what they'd done to light, but there I was running for my life while the security detail searched for the gunman. Eddie was furious, he held onto me and told me we were going to my place with his security, to pack up my things and come to his. See, Eddie lived in a damn near impenetrable home, there was no way anyone could get to me there. Of course I wanted to fight him on it, but I'm just a girl at the end of the day, and Eddie Munson has an energy you just don't fight when it's directed at you.

Diane: So you moved in that night?

Stevie: Yes. Eddie was my shadow for days, I barely could use the restroom without him following me around. It was aggravating at times, but I saw how scared he was when he wasn't in the spot he could see me.

Diane: He was traumatized.

Stevie: He was traumatized and he was ready to follow me to hell if he needed just to make sure I was safe. I never knew what love was until I was met with the force of Eddie Munson’s protection. He woke my dead heart up again, and I was doomed from the start.

Diane: So eventually the agents you had investigating the shooting found out who shot that gun, and who hired him.

Stevie: I need a minute before we talk about this. Let me just grab a water and ask Eddie to come sit with me.

Diane: Take your time.

Stevie and Eddie walk back in, they're holding hands and Eddie is murmuring to Stevie who's looking like she may just pass out from nerves. She squeezes Eddie's hand and takes a seat, Eddie sits beside her his fingers laced with hers.

Stevie: Okay, I'm ready. Breathes in deeply So Jim Hopper was the head agent on the investigative team. He had become something like a father figure to Robin and I over the years after my parents’ accident. When Jim came into Eddie's house his face was drawn, and I knew then that the people who had attacked me knew me. He sat me down and told me as gently as possible that Tommy had asked Billy to do the job. He was furious at my songs, and apparently the fan base put two and two together and his career began to tank. People were boycotting his movies. I didn't know, I swear, I just wanted my freedom and an outlet for all my pain. I deserve to have that without someone threatening me, you know? Tommy had hired Jason who was in tech support to upload the photo in the middle of our set. It was this whole plot. Make me pay in the most public way possible.

Eddie: I wanted to rip them apart. Stevie was distraught, she is such a good person. And if I could take her pain away I would, happily.

Stevie: I know you would, but you going to prison wouldn't have helped me. I need you here Eddie.

Eddie: I'm not leaving, not ever.

Stevie: So the trial came and went. They'd found loads of evidence in Tommy's apartment, through the baking records, phone records. I mean they pretty much wrote out in neon lights that they planned to kill me. Laughs incredulously All because Tommy couldn't handle the consequences of being a shitty husband?

Eddie: He never deserved you, Stevie.

Stevie: blushes and ducks her head Oh hush you big sap.

Diane: So the bad guys are caught, you're safe now, what does the future hold for Stevie Hendrix?

Stevie: More Rock and Roll obviously, but therapy to deal with the trauma. Mandatory family nights. Just things to help me feel back to myself.

Eddie: Hopefully a wedding soon, too. That is if you say yes. Eddie Munson sank to one knee reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. Stevie stared at him, her eyes glassy before grabbing him by his curls and kissing him, she giggled a yes, and he slipped the ring on her finger. She said yes!

Stevie: I said yes. I love you Eddie Munson.

Diane: I'm so happy for you both!

Eddie: I love you Stevie Hendrix, I can't wait to be Mr. Hendrix!

Diane: Well, It was lovely sitting with you for this interview. Thank you for agreeing to be on my show, and I can't wait to see the wedding photos one day.

Stevie: See the photos? Diane, you're invited to the wedding!

Diane: Oh wow! I'd be honored.

Stevie and Eddie stood and walked off the stage where Robin stood, her face lit in a blinding grin, she embraced her sister letting out a laugh and they both turned to wave to Diane who smiled and waved back. The show was over, but Stevie’s life was only just beginning.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Just so no one gets confused. I 100% think that Tommy only befriended Billy to make Steve jealous. I'm pretty sure he hated the guy because he chose someone so completely the opposite of Steve to not seem like he was pining after Steve because even in his King Steve days, he was nowhere near Billy's level of anything. Steve wasn't even a bully, despite what some people thought. Steve had nothing to apologize for except for the theater and what he said to Jonathan, which he already apologized for. I'm pretty sure the only things that Steve, Tommy, and Carol did were act a little bitchy towards each other. They were just normal asshole teenagers who lacked a filter, and Steve was pretty much there to be their filter. You could see in Steve in season one in the background telling Tommy to knock it off. Does that mean he didn't feel sad when he died? No, but I definitely think that Tommy was only using Billy. I mean, at Tina's Halloween party, Tommy was definitely trying too hard.

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[epiclazershark]

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[bowiebond]

Keg Boys - Bite Your Tongue (Call His Name)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41027973

Summary: Steve finds himself trapped in a closet while two horny teenagers defile Tina’s parents bed. Just his luck. He’s shocked when he realizes he knows both of those horny teenagers.

CW: NON-SFW, Accidental Voyeurism (Steve), Top Billy, Bottom Tommy, Humiliation Kink, Dom/Sub undertones, Masturbation, Billy is mean <3

Words: 3.4k

Steve wasn’t drunk. He refused to be. He was just sad and kind of pissed and he needed a few minutes to come down from his sudden heartbreak by refusing to cry in an empty room, thank you very much. So yeah, he walked up the stairs and hid in Tina’s parents bedroom because he’d rather not cry in peace.

He didn’t expect to hear a thud on the door. He jumped, and the survivalist in him bolted for a hiding spot instead of walking out of the room like a normal person. His choice of hiding in the closet, which really wasn’t big enough to fit him and the clothes, so he was forced to squeeze in tight with the door the slightest bit ajar. He prayed to the heavens that if he was called out, he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself. He felt ridiculous as it was tonight.

The door opened, music spilling inside before it clicked shut again, and he could hear the squeak of leather and low laughter in the quiet. Something hit the floor, then the bed and it squeaked. Oh god, did Steve just trap himself inside a room with two horny teenagers? Gross. This was not what he needed right now.

“Your costume is so fucking stupid.” He couldn’t miss Hargroves low laughter, edging on a taunt, and he cringed. Great. Now he had to listen to his guy fuck a girl on Tina’s parents bed. Lovely. He had been dumped mere minutes ago, and now this? His life sucked.

“C’mon, quit being a tease.” It was breathy, but it was distinctly male and Steve’s eyes widened. He heard a sharp smack and he flinched.

“Hands outta the hair, Hagan.” No. Fucking. Way.

“You’re such a priss.” Oh fuck. That was Tommy. Definitely Tommy. Tommy who he grew up with, Tommy who was his best friends for years, Tommy who had a girlfriend and was straight from Steve’s knowledge, in bed with fucking Hargrove.

If Tommy was gonna be gay, he could at least have better tastes, come on. Hargrove was hot, sure, but he was a total douchebag!

…Oh no, they were perfect for each other. Fuck.

Tommy groaned, letting out a soft swear in Spanish and the morbid curiosity in Steve wanted to take a peak and find out what Hargrove was doing to entice such a reaction.

“If you blow your load in ten seconds, I’m taking my ass out of here.”

“Jesus, stop threatening me, that makes everything worse.”

Hargrove laughed, “Fuckin’ masochist.”

“Whiskey dick.” Tommy muttered and Steve heard a yelp, instinctively fisting his hands as if he would need to fight Hargrove. Jesus, Tommy was a big boy, he didn’t need Steve to save his ass. It’s not like they were friends anymore anyway.

Tommy gasped and moaned, long and deep, and Steve felt his dick stir despite himself. He couldn’t even move. One move and the door would open up just that little bit more, which was a very bad idea.

“Move up.”

“What?”

“This carpets cheap as shit; this whole house screams I’m trying to look expensive and I’m actually a total knock off.” Hargrove grunted and Steve could see from the tiny gap as Tommy flopped into his sight, head barely on the edge of the mattress as he laughed.

“That’s Tina’s whole shtick, B.”

“Don’t call me that.” Steve could hear Hargrove tugging Tommy’s pants down from how harshly he was doing it, Tommy hitching his hips up, snark in his voice as he spoke.

“No offense, but calling out ‘Hargrove’ when you blow me is fucking weird, man.”

“Then bite your tongue, Hagan.” Hargrove rumbled it like the purr of a tiger and Steve felt his dick jump at the sound. He was as smooth as the engine of his Camaro, and Steve shouldn’t be surprised, but he was.

Tommy tipped his back with a roll of his eyes and a groan, his hand coming back to likely thread in Hargroves hair, but he could see Hargroves tanned hand on his pale wrist the next moment, pressing it against his chest.

“Fuck,” Tommy whined, the delicate flush on his cheeks turning a vivid red that stretched up onto his ears and down his neck as he closed his eyes. Steve throbbed in his pants as the obscenely wet sound he could hear. He couldn’t see Hargrove, but his mind could paint a lovely picture of those red lips that were usually wrapped around a cigarette, wrapped around Tommy’s thick uncut dick.

Steve knew what Tommy’s dick looked like, of course he did, they had showered together more than once, but where Steve had the length, Tommy beat him in girth and Carol had plenty to say on his constant improvement at using it over the years.

Thinking about Hargrove sucking him off with as much vigor as it sounded like, it was inevitable that he would feel hot under the collar and his dick pulsing. Which he couldn’t even touch right now. Fuck.

“Fuuuck, don’t stop, your mouth is fucking heaven, man.” Tommy’s brows drew in with a silent, open mouthed moan, looking positively reverent at Hargrove blew him. He couldn’t be that good, right?

“Depends, you need to cum to before I fuck you, or would you prefer I make you a real bitch who only cums from getting fucked?” Hargroves words weren’t meant to be nice, they’re sharp and cutting with a mocking laugh to follow it and Steve was sure Tommy would bite back, but he just whimpered.

“Shit, shut up.”

“That’s enough of an answer for me.” Hargrove laughed and Steve’s eyes widened as Tommy was rolled onto his front, hands grasping the edge of the mattress as he chewed his pink bottom lip. His shoulders hunched up to his red ears and Steve frowned, wondering if he’d actually have to step in, but then Hargrove swore.

His hand buried in Tommy’s hair and wrenched his head back, Steve finally able to see his blond curls as he murmured into Tommy’s ear. Steve had to strain his hearing just to catch it.

“Did you really fucking prep yourself before you got here?”

Prep? Oh. Oh shit. Yeah. Guys…had to do that. To do the whole...When they fucked guys. That made sense. Steve’s face burned hotter than a thousand suns.

Tommy groaned softly and Steve could imagine him making the same sound with three fingers in his ass, biting his lip hard as he felt precum stain his underwear. God, his dick hurt and there was no relief.

“God, you closeted hick boys are real whores once you break ‘em in.” Hargrove laughed, raspy and rough as he let go of Tommy’s hair, the dark haired boy hanging his head over the edge. Hargrove escaped the frame of Steve’s sight and Steve was left with Tommy who looked humiliated and maybe a touch angry, but he didn’t move to protest as he was pulled back onto his knees, burying his red freckled face in the sheets.

Steve heard the zipper of Billy’s jeans and dared to press a flat palm against his dick, trying to ease the pressure without knocking the askewed door. He almost moaned at the contact alone, breathing in slow and deep. He could worry about the bisexual crisis he had been shoving down for years later, or not all, like he always did.

Tommy moaned in Steve’s place, free to do so as he pressed back into Hargrove.

“C’mon, don’t tease me, B.”

“I said not to call me that.” Tommy flinched when a slap rang out, tightening his holds in the sheets. “Fuck, you really are a masochist, huh, amigo?” Hargrove laughed as Tommy remained silent.

“That’ll make this so much more fun.” Hargrove purred, his hand coming out Tommy’s back to keep his chest pressed against the mattress but hips up, his Cobra Kai uwagi bunched up around his shoulder blades. He revealed a mass of freckles, dark nipples and the soft middle that flexed with every breath in and out, and Steve swallowed, hoping the click of his throat wasn’t going to draw attention.

Tommy’s words got lost in his throat as his lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as Hargroves forearm flexed in the warm low light of the lamp. A moan was punched out of him with a snap of Hargroves hips, loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Shut up, shut up, fuck.” Tommy pressed his forehead against the sheets and groaned softly. “Fuck, feels weird.” He mumbled despite his obvious liking for the weird feeling.

“You’re dripping on the bed, Hagan, I don’t think it feels that bad.” Hargrove chuckled, sounding a tad breathless himself.

“I said weird, not bad, fuck you.” Tommy groaned and Hargroves hand left his back, hair curtaining his features as he whispered something in his ear, and this time Steve couldn’t catch it.

“Fuck, don’t even joke about that, Hargrove.” Tommy sounded vaguely annoyed at whatever he said.

“You’ll like it, come on. I wanna see how pitiful you can get before I start feeling bad.” Hargroves hips drew back and snapped forward, and Steve could only see the way it ricocheted through Tommy’s body, the brunet rising onto his elbows to get a better grip. He’d need it with the way Hargrove was fucking into, quick and rough, the sound of his hips smacking against his ass filling the room as Steve squeezed his swollen, leaking cock.

Fuck. He hoped they’d finish soon because he was going to cum in his pants in a closet some kind of freak at this rate (But hey, maybe that would have scored him some points with Nancy, seeing how her eyes kept drifting off to Jonathan).

“Fuck, fuck.” His voice cracked around the second curse, reaching down for his weeping cock, but Hargrove grabbed his wrist and pinned it back against the bed, pressing him into the sheets as he ground his cock deeper into him.

“Go on. I wanna hear it, freckles.” Hearing Hargrove call Tommy, his (ex) best friend Tommy, a nickname shouldn’t make him jealous, but fuck, he was a little jealous, okay? Steve had rarely gotten to call him nicknames. Tommy always said he hated them, that his name was already one and that it was silly to call him something based on his appearance when he looked like a Tommy, you know?

Tommy breathed something, so soft, but it made Hargrove grin.

“That’s it. Go on. Say it again.” He tucked a golden curl behind his ear as he rocked his hips, slow, dragging out the smaller boys torture - Hargroves pleasure - and Steve could see his half mast blue eyes boring down at Tommy.

“Steve...” He whispered, cheek pressed against the sheets, face turned away from Steve’s sight as he watched, heart thundering in his chest. For a split second, he thought he had been caught, hand over his dick that was jutting against his zipper, but no. Neither of them were every looking at him, or even in his direction.

“Louder.” Hargrove threaded his fingers into the short strands of Tommy’s hair and twisted, picking up the pace of his hips. Tommy moaned louder.

“Steve.”

“Like you mean it, Hagan.” Hargrove bit out, pendant swinging, catching in the dip between Tommy’s shoulder blades every few thrusts.

“Steve.” It sounded more like a sob than a moan, but he was still doing that, moaning, loud and unabashed, and Steve wondered if anyone would be able to hear him from outside with how loud the music was downstairs. He wondered if either of them would be able to hear him over their noises, unbuttoning his pants as his knuckles threatened to make the door creak just a few millimeters wider, dipping his hand instead to grind his palm against hot flesh.

“That’s it, call for him.” Hargrove chuckled, low and dark as he tossed his hair back and looked down at Tommy with smug satisfaction. He tipped his head back, tongue grazing over his teeth before they sunk into his lower lip, eyes falling shut, the softest rosy color on his cheeks. He was acting aloof, mean, but he looked near debauched as he fucked into Tommy.

Steve wrapped his fingers around his cock, warm and wet with his own pre as he squeezed the base, threatening to burst right there as Tommy whined his name. Tommy gasped as Hargrove pulled on his hair, forcing his face up from the mattress, spine arched in the prettiest crescent moon as Hargroves other hand slipped around the soft underside of his jaw, thumb pressed against the bone of it.

Hargrove groaned, hips nuzzled against his ass before he let out a rough laugh.

“Wish he could see you right now.” He rutted himself into Tommy, the dark haired boy trembling from the strain of holding himself up in Hargroves touch. “Want King Steve to see how low I’ve gotten his abandoned hound.”

“Shut up.” Tommy’s chest heaved. “Fuck, man, shut up.”

“Anyone ever fucked you like this, Hagan?” Hargroves voice began to edge on cruel again, the hand in his hair slipping down his shoulder and under his arm to flick at his chest. “Or am I the first, hm?”

“B, please, just-” Tommy whimpered as the blond twisted his nipple hard.

“Don’t call for me,” Hargrove grinned against his ear, pinching and rubbing at his chest. “Call for him, yeah? I bet if you’re loud enough he’ll come and find you.” Steve swallowed hard, head falling back against a coat as he stroked himself. It was wrong, jerking his dick to the way Tommy’s eyes were growing glossy, the way his chest jumped and stuttered at every touch to it, the way his hips were rocking in sync with Hargroves.

“Maybe he’ll see you like this, taking it like-”

“Shut up, fuck, Billy, shut up.” Tommy choked out, cock rutting against the sheets with every roll of Hargroves hips.

“Don’t be shy.” Hargrove smirked. “You’re a pretty sight, Tommy, when you take it like a bitch.”

Tommy ripped Hargroves hand off his jaw with a strangled sound low in his throat, falling back into the mattress, face buried there as his hips bucked forward and shook. Steve’s eyes widened in shock, his hand stilling, concern blooming in his chest - if Hargrove hurt Tommy, emotionally or physically, he’d skin him with the nails of his bat.

Hargrove looked just as surprised before he broke into a brilliant smile.

“Holy shit.” He almost giggled. “Holy shit. Did you just fucking cum?”

Tommy didn’t answer and Hargrove threw his head back in a cackle, raspy and jackal-like.

“Oh, you’re a fuckin’ gem, T.” It was like a switch had been flipped, his taunting more of a tease now, fucking into him fast and shallow, chasing his own release as Tommy whined against the sheets, too sensitive and buzzing all over.

“Fuck, B.” Tommy moaned, lashes starting to clump together from the moisture of his brimming eyes, lips parted and puffy as Hargrove gripped his hips tightly.

“Don’t gimme that whiny shit, go on, I wanna hear what you really want.” Hargroves voice was dissipating slowly, teetering off as he fucked himself into Tommy’s hot, tight hole.

“Fuck, Steve.” Steve closed his eyes, biting his lip hard as he worked himself towards his climax, reaching a hand out to grip the dresser tucked in the closet, the one digging into his hip. God, he was so fucking close.

“Fuck, fuck, god fucking dammit.” Hargrove hissed, a hand on the back of Tommy’s neck as he bowed his head, hips stuttering. His muscles rippled with the intensity of his own orgasm, lips parted and looking near pained as he let out the softest groan. Steve had to cover his mouth and bite down as he wrung his own cock dry, underwear soaked and hand dirty with cum as he tried to keep his panting as quiet as possible.

Hargrove was panting himself, glistening in the low light as he bent down and pressed his face against Tommy’s shoulder, almost like a kiss but not.

“Satisfied, Hagan?” He murmured and Tommy shuddered.

“Mm.” He hummed, and Hargrove patted his hip.

“Good. We still have a party to get back to, freckles.” Hargrove pulled out and Tommy grunted, shifting in discomfort at the empty feeling.

“Did you have to cum inside? I’m gonna fuckin’ catch something, man.” Hargrove shoved his head with a scowl.

“Don’t be a bitch. I ain’t got shit, you’ll live.” He grumbled, climbing off the bed. Steve couldn’t see him, but he could hear him hop a few times, likely getting his jeans back up. Tommy huffed, a disgruntled pout on his lips as he pulled his underwear and pants back up, pulling his top down. He still looked flushed, still winding down, and Steve thought he looked kind of pretty with his tousled hair and the warm light of the lamp washing his features golden.

Tommy looked over his shoulder when the bed squeaked, halfway through retying his sash around his waist and Steve’s stomach filled with ice when Hargrove grabbed his chin.

At some point, he had stuck a piece of gum in his mouth, jaw working in small circles as he tilted Tommy’s head to look up at him.

“You don’t leave until I do, got it?”

“I...I kinda need to shower after that, you kind of-” Hargrove squeezed his jaw and Tommy clamped his mouth shut.

“That wasn’t a request.” Hargrove slipped his hand into his hair and tugged gently, enough to make Tommy’s breath hitch. “You will wait. Got it?”

Tommy nodded slowly, looking a little dazed, gaze lowering to Billy’s lips and Hargrove gave him a charming smile.

“Good boy.” It was verging on an insult, but Tommy didn’t seem to realize, leaning further into his hold. “Now go join the party. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Tommy furrowed his brows but when Hargrove loosened his grip, he blinked rapidly and climbed out of the bed, fumbling to tie his sash off as he headed for the door. Steve clenched his jaw from his hiding place.

Hargrove was staring at the door that Tommy had left through before his eyes came to the closet. Steve’s heart stopped in his chest as Hargrove sauntered closer. Steve tried to sink into the clothes, but the blond tore the door wide open, not even looking surprised.

“Knew you’d be in here.” Hargrove smirked and Steve tried to find words, coming up blank in his panic, face red with mortification. Hargrove leaned in close, eyes falling down to Steve’s soiled hand that he was trying to hide and a faint dark spot on the already black fabric of his pants. He raised his gaze back to his and chewed obnoxiously on his gum, looking every inch everything infuriating to Steve.

“Hey, uh...King Steve,” He looked up and gave a breathy laugh, the scent of mint wafting into Steve’s face. “If uh...” He bit his lip and chuckled, like he just couldn’t help himself before he bringing his gaze back to his. “If you don’t want him...” He grinned lopsidedly, so wide that Steve could see the gum between his molars before his tongue peaked between his front teeth. “Can I have him?”

Steve furrowed his brows in confusion, squinting at Hargrove who just shook his head, grinning to himself.

“Oh, why am I even giving you a choice?” His lips closed despite the victorious glimmer in his eyes, so damn delighted as he mocked the brunet. “I don’t have to you ask for anything. I’m the King now.” Hargrove closed the door on him, Steve putting his arm up to avoid getting hit in the face as the blond laughed.

“See you around, Steve.” He moaned his name, biting his lip and cackling to himself as he opened the door and left, leaving Steve alone.

What the fuck was that? Why was Hargrove acting like he had won some mystery game Steve wasn’t even participating in? Why had he let Steve watch that if he knew he was here?

It clicked. Anger coiled in his gut. Hargrove wanted to play like that? Fine. If he wanted King Steve, he’d show him fucking King Steve.

Tommy was his childhood friend. Like he’d let Hargrove play with his heart.

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[harringroveera]

Well, can you blame them?

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[allthingssteddie]

Eddie’s been having a bunch of run ins with the law lately and the last one his uncle Wayne had to pay bail with money he barely had. Wayne who’s tired tells Eddie he either find a decent job or he had to leave. With luck the next day Eddie sees that there hiring at a local amusement park the only problem is his High school bully Billy is his manager and Tommy and Steve work there as well.

Also side note this would be if the upside down didn’t exist and Steve is pissed as well going to work to see Billy and Tommy working there and billy is giving him a hard time making him do more work then anyone else.

Also Eddie’s been giving him dirty looks every time they see each other. I was thinking they would bond with each after getting locked in the park.

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[heartbreak-sandwich]

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Summary: JJ would never turn down a free candy cane. When she runs into Billy and company on the street, he can't get her out of his head. A text exchange heats up between them, and when JJ decides to take things one step further with a steamy photo, Billy has no choice but to take a bathroom break for some sweet relief. Experience the gift that keeps on giving in the next 1.5k words✨ CW: light SMUT, masturbation (M solo), mentions of p/v sex, sexting A huge thank you to my beta reader and editor @lifesshort-imshorter for helping me bring this piece to life!!!

DAY TWO OF HOHOHOE WEEK Prompt: Candy cane Read Part 1 in this mini series here

“Thanks again, Joyce!” JJ waved her final goodbye to Joyce Byers as she exited Melvald’s General Store and started down the sidewalk back to her parked car. She excitedly unwrapped the long end of her candy cane, immediately popping it in between her lips and hollowing her cheeks around the minty treat. Peppermint was her favorite, and she was never known to decline a free candy cane.

The chime of laughter rang in her ears as JJ approached a trio of people coming the opposite way down the sidewalk. She swore she recognized them – two men and a woman – all bundled up in winter garb, joking amongst themselves and walking at a brisk pace.

As she got closer, a fire started in her belly at the sight of Billy Hargrove walking alongside two of her other former Hawkins classmates, Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins. They hadn’t noticed her yet, so she did her best to compose her posture and brighten the look in her eyes.

“Is that JJ Feron?!” Carol exclaimed, holding out her arms and quickening her pace. It took all of the energy JJ could muster not to roll her eyes. She and Carol had never really been friends, but she wasn’t about to bitch and moan in front of Billy, especially after last night.

JJ accepted the friendly hug from Carol and tuned out her giddy gushing as she snuck a glance at Billy who wore his usual smirk, his icy blue eyes shining against the crystalline backdrop of snow and gray sky.

“How are you guys?” JJ willed herself to smile at the trio in greeting which was returned by Tommy as Carol began droning on about how miserable her journey home to Hawkins had been. JJ continued to lavish licks on her candy cane while she feigned interest in Carol’s story. She was eternally grateful when Tommy checked his watch, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“We’d better get going, babe. We’ll miss our movie. Great to see you, JJ. Let’s catch up later.” Tommy’s brisk remarks were music to JJ’s ears, and she unsheathed her candy cane from her mouth with a pop.

“Don’t miss your show. I’ll catch you guys later,” she replied contentedly.

“Later,” Billy agreed, his eye contact almost too intense for the moment. JJ couldn’t help but feel like Billy’s statement was more of a promise, and her suspicion was confirmed when she caught him stealing a glance at her over his shoulder as the three of them continued past where she stood on the sidewalk.

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JJ made it back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She was removing her winter layers and hanging them up in the closet when her phone buzzed in the pocket of her jeans. She took it out, surveying the screen, and a devious smile bloomed on her cherry-red lips.

Billy: Someone’s looking delicious today.

She stifled the giggle that broke open in her chest, the urge to kick her feet like a schoolgirl almost getting the best of her. As much as she wanted to return the compliment and then some, she decided to rein herself in and play it cool just to see if he might give chase.

JJ: Not nearly as delicious as this candy cane.

She was still working away at the candy cane, making sure to savor it as she undressed and got ready for a shower. Not even a few minutes flew by before her phone was buzzing again.

Billy: What I wouldn’t give to be that candy cane right now…

JJ’s eyes rounded, her cheeks almost matching the shade of her lipstick at Billy’s daring comment. She grinned around her candy cane and laid back on her bed to reply. She had an idea that would bring Billy to his knees.

JJ: What? You mean you want to be inside of my warm, wet mouth…have my soft tongue licking you up and down…getting your sticky flavors all over my lips?

It only took Billy a few seconds to respond, and she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

Billy: Jacqueline…you’re killing me… JJ: I was just clarifying ;) Billy: Sure you were. At this rate, I might have to take a trip to the bathroom just so I can focus on the movie. JJ: A trip to the bathroom? What for? Billy: Wouldn’t you like to know…

JJ let herself squeal and laugh alone in her room. Ravaging a bite out of the end of her candy cane, she decided to take things a step further. She opened her robe to reveal her white lace bra and settled her snack snug in between her cleavage, letting it drip sticky sweetness onto her warm skin. Positioning the phone camera high above herself, she snapped a photo and quickly sent it before she could change her mind.

She stared back at herself on the screen, her red lips and the stripes of her holiday treat standing out bright against the pure white of her bra and bedsheets. As soon as the picture made it through to the other side, Billy was typing. JJ’s breath shallowed in anticipation.

Billy: DAMN. Billy: If you could only see what you’re doing to me right now.

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BILLY’S POV

Billy tapped Tommy on the shoulder in the dark. “Bathroom,” he whispered simply. Tommy nodded in response, and his eyes returned to the giant movie screen. Billy sidestepped out of the aisle and hurried out into the lobby of the theater, almost jogging his way to the men’s restroom. JJ Feron was going to be the death of him, and he was a willing victim.

He burst into the room with way too much gusto for a public restroom visit and made sure he was alone before locking himself in the stall furthest away from the door. Pulling out his phone, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with a groan, finally able to relieve some of the pressure on his aching, rock-hard cock.

Unlocking his phone, Billy pulled up the picture JJ had just sent him. Hiding it from Tommy during the movie was difficult, but he had managed to sneak a look at it just long enough to drive himself totally wild. He couldn’t take just sitting there anymore. After his adventure with JJ the night before, all he could think about was seeing her again, and this was the next best thing.

Seeing the photo a second time made him bite his lower lip, his brows knitting together in despair, missing her in that moment, as he gripped his waistband. With his empty hand, he let his cock spring free, salty dewdrops already forming at the tip. Billy stared at JJ’s perky tits just barely covered by her white lace bra, a bitten off candy cane nestled between them, and he spat into his hand. If he didn’t feel like he was about to explode into a million pieces at just the sight of this girl, he would be embarrassed at how unglamorous the situation was.

Tracing his tongue along his lower lip, he began a steady rhythm fisting his cock over and over to the thoughts of everything else he wanted to do to Jacqueline June Feron. He thought of her auburn curls tangled around his fingers as her pussy sucked him in deeper each time he tried to pull out. He remembered the sound of the frame of Steve’s mirror rattling against the wall, and JJ’s tireless moans, and each moment of pleasure he recalled only pushed him closer and closer to his edge.

Billy’s phone vibrated again, and the words on the screen sent him reeling.

JJ: I wish I was doing more…being the good girl I am, sucking you like that candy cane until you burst in my mouth…

That was all he needed. He felt a surge of heat just before he painted his hand white with his own sticky release, unable to stifle the strained moans escaping his throat in between his heavy, labored breathing. Delirious, wrist stiff and aching, he slumped against the wall of the stall he was in, waiting to regain his vision and control of the rest of his body as the wave of pleasure ebbed.

He took one last glance at JJ’s photo before he responded shamelessly.

Billy: My hand doesn't clean up nearly as well as your mouth would. Can I see you again tonight? JJ: I'm a little busy, but I'll try to fit you in. Billy: Oh, I know you can ;) JJ: Pick me up at 10.

With JJ's agreement to meet again that night, Billy shoved his phone into his pocket and cleaned up the best he could in the bathroom before sauntering back into the theater. He glanced at Tommy and Carol who were like zombies, mindlessly shoveling handfuls of popcorn into their mouths, hypnotized by the giant screen in front of them, barely even noticing he had returned.

Billy smirked to himself, feeling almost filthy for the break he had to take, but he really couldn't help himself. He couldn't get JJ off his mind no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the show, and if he was honest, she was all he really wanted to think about.

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[they-banned-my-main]

it's no longer Steve x Nancy, it's Steve x teenage boy his age who he has said at least one sentence to

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