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soft side ~ billy hargrove;stranger things

word count: 2517

request?: yes!

“Could you by any chance write a Billy Hargrove fluff?? You know before he died. Like maybe he’s really sweet to the reader and she’s the only one he lets see his soft side.”

description: in which the big bad bully falls for the quiet girl and shows her a side of him that no one has ever seen before

pairing: billy hargrove x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse

masterlist (one, two)

It all started on a rainy day.

I had missed the bus and both my parents were working. My only option to get home was to walk nearly an hour in the pouring rain.

I was walking as fast as I could without flat out running, my backpack held over my head. It wasn’t doing much to shield me from the rain, but it was better than nothing. I was already drenched from cars splashing me and I was shivering so hard my teeth were chattering.

I flinched as I heard another car approaching. It slowed to a stop beside me and when I looked over, I was shocked to see it was Billy Hargrove’s car.

“Need a ride?” he asked.

If it were anyone else, I would’ve said yes. But Billy Hargrove had a reputation for being a bully. He had never spoken to me before, so I wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not. For all I knew, Billy was about to splash me like every other car had done, or would take me further away from home and dump me on the side of the road.

I shook my head and continued walking. Billy drove beside me at a slow pace to keep up with me.

“Are you sure? You look like you’re pretty soaked already. How far do you have to walk?”

“I-I’m o-okay. Th-thanks,” I stuttered, trying to suppress a shiver.

“(Y/N),” he said, shocking me by knowing my name. “You’re shivering so bad you look like you’re vibrating. I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you. Just let me drive you home so you don’t end up sick.”

I had to admit, the offer was hard to pass up. The thought of walking another few miles in the rain already had me feeling exhausted.

So, I got into the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car.

He already had the heat turned on, so I was immediately engulfed in warmth. I put my soaked backpack at my feet. I was dreading the damage that had undoubtably happened to the books in there. The school was going to fine me a fortune if the textbooks were too damaged.

“Here.” I looked over at Billy as he shrugged out of his leather jacket. “It’ll help you warm up quicker.”

I took the jacket and pulled it on. It smelled incredibly good. I stopped myself from pulling it closer around me and inhaling the scent.

I gave Billy my address and we drove off towards my house. The ride was mostly silent besides the loud rock music coming from his stereo. As if reading my mind, Billy reached for the volume nob to turn the music down. I put my hand on his to stop him before quickly pulling away when I realized what I had done.

“Sorry,” I said. “But you don’t have to turn it down. I like rock.”

“Really?”

I gave him a playful look. “What? I don’t seem like the type?”

“Not at all, honestly.”

I chuckled. “Well, my dad loves rock music. It’s always playing when he’s home. Mom says she hates it, but I think she secretly loves it but doesn’t want dad to know.”

Billy was smiling as he focused on the road ahead of him while driving.

“So,” I started, trying to keep the conversation going, “where’s your sister? Max, right?”

I realized that was actually the wrong thing to say when Billy’s smile dropped. “I don’t know. Off with one of her boyfriends, I guess.”

“One of? You mean that group of kids who play D&D? They’re really nice, actually. If they’re friends, that’s great for Max.”

“Yeah, frankly I don’t give a shit.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach and I sunk back in my seat. Where did the hostility come from all of a sudden? We had been getting along just fine until now.

Billy looked over at me and sighed. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. Max isn’t my sister, she’s my step-sister. I’m just tired of having to look out for her as if we were actually related.”

“You may not be blood related, but you’re a family now because of your parents, and I guess everyone just assumes that it’s the big brother’s job to look out for the little sister.”

“She seems to do fine on her own with that,” Billy said. “I’ll be her chauffer and that’s where it ends for me.”

I decided to drop the subject there. It was clearly not something he liked talking about and I really did not want to make Billy upset. Things were going well so far and I had a feeling I didn’t want to get on Billy’s bad side.

The rest of the ride was pretty silent besides the music. I desperately wanted Billy to say something, or to come up with something to say myself to break the tension, but nothing came. I was almost disappointed when we pulled up to my house and our time had to come to an end.

I started to take off Billy’s jacket but he stopped me. “Keep it. For now, anyways.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah. It looks good on you.”

I felt my face heat up and I quickly looked away from him so he wouldn’t see.

I opened the door and started getting out when he asked, “Hey, do you have a ride to school tomorrow?”

“I usually take the bus,” I responded.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t give me any room to reject his offer. Not that I was going to. I smiled and nodded, mumbling a quick thank you before getting out of the car and running to my door. Once I was inside and out of Billy’s sight, I pulled his jacket close to me and took a deep breath, savoring the scent; his scent.

~~~~~~

The next morning, as promised, Billy’s car was in my driveway. This time, a head of red hair was sat in the front seat as I approached.

I opened the back door, thinking that’s where I was going to be sitting, but Billy quickly cut me off. “Maxine, get in the back.”

“Why?” Max demanded.

“Just get in the back!”

Max rolled her eyes and jumped over the center console to get into the backseat. I closed the door and got into the passenger seat instead. I had Billy’s jacket in my arms and went to pass it to him, but he stopped me again.

“You can wear today if you want. I’ll get it from you at the end of the day.”

I was too stunned to speak, so I just put on his jacket in silence, trying to hide the wide grin on my face.

Understandably, everyone at school looked at me with shock as I got out of Billy’s car with his jacket on. His usual trio of admirers glared at me as I walked past them, trying to keep my head down as to not make eye contact with them. The staring continued right up to my locker, where I finally took off the jacket and put it away for safe keeping.

I hated being the center of attention like this. I wasn’t a popular girl; I was the exact opposite actually. I was quiet, I kept to myself. I was invisible to all of these people normally. But now I was the big thing to talk about in school. The quiet girl who showed up to school with Billy Hargrove, wore his leather jacket, caught his eye as she walked past him to get to her class.

Just before I turned into my classroom, I met eyes with Billy and he winked at me. Suddenly, the embarrassment from all the attention I was getting washed away and I smiled as I disappeared into the room.

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That’s how it all started. One ride home on a rainy day, one trade of a leather jacket. When I got into Billy’s car to go home that night, he denied taking his jacket back again.

“I’ll get it tomorrow,” he had said.

Eventually, I stopped offering it to him. Eventually, it became routine that he would pick me up in the mornings and bring me home in the afternoons. Eventually, we started eating lunch together and spending time together after school and on weekends.

Eventually, Billy Hargrove became my boyfriend.

The first few weeks of our relationship, although I was loving the attention he was giving me, I found myself on edge. Like I was waiting for the big reveal that all of this was a joke. That he was just building me up to break my heart for laughs. That maybe he was dared by his friends to try and seduce the quiet girl for some sort of prize or arbitrary school title.

I decided to bring this up to Billy one night while we were hanging out in my bedroom. The look on his face when I said it was enough to confirm to me that this relationship was real to him.

“Why would you think that?” he asked.

I shrugged, looking away from him. “I don’t know, I just don’t see why you’d be interested in me. It’s not like we run around in the same friend group or anything, or even the same clique. We’re in completely different circles, and I...we’re...different.”

“Because I’m a bully and you’re the sweetest girl in school?”

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I tried to deny what he said, but it all came out as a bunch of stutters instead.

Billy chuckled. “It’s okay, you can agree with me. I know how people view me. I’m not entirely ashamed to be seen that way, but I hope you don’t see me the way others at school do.”

I shook my head. “I don’t. I’ll be honest, you’ve really surprised me with how nice you are. I’ve never heard of this side of you before.”

“I don’t show it very often. Being nice like this is...well, it’s weakness. I don’t want to be perceived as weak.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. “Being nice isn’t weakness.”

“It is where I’m from.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t want to ask him.

I found out days later when my mom came to my room and said, “Billy’s here. He’s bleeding. He looks upset.”

I rushed down to the front door to find Billy stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head hung low. I reached out for him, taking his face in my hands to make him look at me. When he did, I gasped. There was a trail of blood running from both nostrils down over his mouth and chin.

“Billy,” I breathed. “What happened?”

He didn’t respond. I brought him into the house and led him to our bathroom. I ran warm water over a cloth and gently wiped the blood from his face. When I touched his nose, he flinched. I pulled my hand back, cringing at seeing him in pain.

“Who did this to you?” I asked him, my voice gentle.

He still wouldn’t look at me, so I took his face in my hands again and made him look in my eyes. I could see that his eyes were bloodshot and tears were pooling up around the brim of his eyes. This was all I needed to get an idea of who had hurt Billy, and, for the first time in my life, I felt a type of rage inside of me that made me want to go over to Billy’s house and make the person who hurt him feel the same level of pain.

“God, I’m such a fucking pussy,” he muttered, quickly rubbing the tears from his eyes. His voice broke as he spoke and it made my heart ache for him.

“You’re not a pussy,” I told him. “Nobody here is going to judge you for being upset, especially not me. I don’t know who told you that you have to be this emotionless, heartless piece of shit in order to get by in this world, but you don’t have to be that around me. If you need to be upset, if you need to cry over your d - over whoever did this to you, then you can do that here.”

Billy looked at me, the tears brimming in his eyes again, before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and I could feel his body shaking slightly as he began to cry. I held him tightly as he let all of his sadness out. I had never seen Billy cry before. In fact, I don’t think I had ever really seen him upset over anything. So to just stand there, letting him cry on my shoulder, nothing to do besides to be his emotional anchor, really broke my heart for him.

When he pulled away, his eyes were puffy and his face was tearstained. I turned on the cold water and soaked the cloth again before lightly dabbing his eyes and wiping his entire face. I ran my hands through his hair, fixing a few of the stray hairs that had been out of place.

“I love you, you know,” he said, taking my hands in his as I lowered them from his head.

“I love you, too,” I responded.

“Picking you up that day in the rain was honestly the best decision I could’ve ever made.”

“I was so surprised when you did it. You didn’t seem like the type to offer random, soaking wet girls a ride home.”

“The truth is, I actually have had a crush on you for a while. I never thought you could ever like me back because...well...I am who I am. But that day when I saw you walking home, I knew I couldn’t just drive past and let you go on in the pouring rain. Even if that was the only interaction we’d ever have.”

I leaned in close to him, taking in his warmth and that smell that I could easily get intoxicated with. “And look what happened instead.”

“The best thing to ever happen to me,” he mumbled against my head.

I looked up at him and gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. “You’re going to stay here tonight. It’s been decided. I don’t want to hear any arguments or anything. You can stay in the spare room, and you can stay as long as you need to.”

A relieved look passed over Billy’s face as he pulled me in for another kiss. I giggled as he picked me up in his arms and sat me on the bathroom counter, deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I really love you,” he said again.

“I love you, too, Billy,” I said. “For now and forever.”

“Promise?”

I nodded. “Promise.”

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This Isn’t You (18+ MDNI)

Mindflayer!Billy Hargrove x Plus!Fem!Reader

Summary: An old childhood friend, Billy, is possessed by the mindflayer. One night, he climbs through your window demanding you to submit and join Vecna’s side. You do all you can to bring Billy back to you.

A/N: Billy is trash but his sex is on fire

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: billy and reader over 18, mentions of abuse and parent death, billy is a warning himself, nasty, filthy smut, blood kink, possible virgin!reader, spit kink, catholic!reader, scratching, biting, cum eating, face fucking, nipple play, rough doggystyle, hair pulling, spanking, rough to sweet sex, if you squint billy cries during sex, daddy kink, lot of pet names, small degradation kink, drooling, graphic language, multiple orgasms/creampies, breeding kink, hints of monsterfucking

You were busy doing some homework at your desk when you heard a few pebbles hit against your window. Who could be visiting at this time of night? Rushing over to the window, you slide it up and look out and around then down. Billy’s looking up at you with a large smirk. It’s not uncharacteristic of him to have such a mischievous smile on face but there was something sinister behind it and his wildness in his eyes were no comfort.

“Billy? What’re you doing here?” You asked with a hint of uncertainty.

“What’d ya mean, princess? You know I always come by your place when I need an escape.” His smile never falters.

“Yeah, when we were kids. We haven’t spoken to each other since.”

“If you let me in, I’ll let you explain everything.”

You contemplated for a moment. This was Billy. An old friend. What could go wrong? So you nod your approval.

“Okay, I’ll go downstairs to answer the front door but you’ll have to be quiet.”

“No need for that. I’ll climb up to you.” He points to the lattice on the side.

“Okay, but be careful. You’re not a little kid anymore so that lattice could crumble under all that muscle.” You teased. Although, you were discreetly admiring said beefy body from where you stood.

He climbs up, eyes not removing from yours as if keeping his eyes on his prey. Once he reaches your window, you help him anyway you can slide up the window higher for his entrance. One leg, then the other, then the torso and finally his wicked handsome face.

He’s standing tall before you, hovering over your short frame. Billy just stares down at you. This time, his smile is completely wiped.

“A-aren’t you going to tell me why you’re here?”

Now that you got a better view of him under your bedroom’s lighting, you notice some blood on his shirt and no matter where you looked you couldn’t find the source. This blood did not belong to him.

He twitches a little. “Remember when we were little and you used to let me into your room all cut up and bruised from my dad wailing on me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were a true friend. Caring for me when I was in need,” He twitches again, slowly approaching you as you backed away. “I think you’d still take care of me even today.”

“Your dad…d-did he hurt you?” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Not anymore.” He chuckles darkly, it sounded like an overlap of laughter like it wasn’t only him.

Your back hits the bedroom door, hand on the knob. You stare up at him, confused what’s making him act this way. This wasn’t the Billy you knew. Sure, he was a fucking douche but he was a product of his father’s abuse.

“What do you mean by ‘not anymore’? Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

“Nevermind that,” He growls before clutching his stomach, hobbling over in pain. “I need you to take care of me again, princess. I’m—fuck—I’m losing energy. You’re the only one that can give me what I need.”

“I-I don’t think I can. Maybe if we get you to a hospital—“

“No!” He growls again, sounding like a demonic beast. His eyes were pitched black.

He continues. “You’re the only one. I came to you because I know you wouldn’t say no. I’ve seen your dreams, your fantasies…” He presses his raging erection against your tummy. “…your deepest fucking desires. You want me and I need you. All of you.”

His hands roam your curvaceous body, landing on your ass and squeezing. He bites his lip noticing the way your mouth flies open at his touch.

“This isn’t you, Billy.” You gasped, feeling his surprisingly sharp nails prick through your pajama shorts.

“This is all me, baby. New and improved. And I can make wishes come true, too. All you gotta do is help me out. You don’t want me to stay in pain, do you?”

“What’ll I have to do?” You whispered, slightly turning the knob.

“All that I asked is that you serve Him.”

“Who?”

“I don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Just know that he’ll spare you. He’ll give you power and anything you wish for. All you’ve gotta do is say yes. If you follow him blindly, then he’ll know you’re true.”

“Spare me? What the fuck are you talking about, Billy? You’re scaring.” You feel your eyes well up with tears.

“No, no. Shhh,” His hands come up and you briefly spot his sharp claws before he cups your face. He’s caressing your cheeks, wiping it of any tears. “Don’t be scared. I came here to save you. You were the only one who I ever gave a shit about. He says I can save one person from the rapture. I chose you because you’ve saved me once. You’ll make me stronger.”

“Billy,” You grip his face. “Come back to me! You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. What about Max? What if she gets hurt? You couldn’t live with yourself.”

“I’ve already made peace with that. She’ll be joining us soon, too, but as his vessel.”

“Stop talking like this!”

“Why are you trying to fight this?! You could finally do whatever you want. No rules. No Bible. You’ll never have to worry about sinning or going against God. He’ll be your God now!”

“No!” You turn the knob, trying to make a run for it into the hallway when Billy quickly grabs you back against his chest, wrapping a hand over your mouth.

Dragging you back into the room, he hisses in your ear, “You just made him very upset.”

You notice a light switch in the hallway through the crack under the door. Then, there’s the shadow of feet shuffling in the hall. There’s a knock on your door.

“Is everything okay in there, Y/n? I heard yelling.” Your mother asks, concerned.

“I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth. You’re going to be a good girl and tell her everything’s okay…or I’ll kill her,” Billy threatens. “You’ll be good?”

You nod, frantically. He slowly unclasps his large hand over your mouth. You take a shaky exhale.

“I’m fine, mom! I just had a nightmare.” You call out through the door.

“We could pray about it together. It’ll help you feel at ease.”

“No. I’ll be fine. I prayed on my own. Going back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, love. See you in the morning.” Then, the hallway lights shut off.

Billy waits for the familiar shut of a door before he’s shoving you onto the ground on your knees. He stares down at you with a teeth-gritting grimace.

“You almost lost your entire family for that stunt!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’ll be real fucking sorry,” He winces again in pain. He’s getting weaker. “Say a prayer.”

You just stare up at him, confused. He grips you by your hair, making you rise a little to reduce the pain.

“Now!” He says, expressing this as his final warning.

You hurriedly clamp your hands together in front of you. Eyes squeezed shut.

“Magnificent Mother Mary, my redeemer, with a guilty heart I come to you. My mind was weak, I played with temptation and paid the price,” You squeaked in fear when you hear the unmistakable clanking of a belt unbuckling. You squeeze your eyes tighter. “Absolve me of my sins, bring light to my darkened soul. I accept my deserved punishment so I may live in your glory afresh.”

“Open your eyes.” He commands.

You obey his orders, eyes leveled with his painfully hard cock, red in its fury. He’s large and, by the look on his face, he’s looking to tear through you.

“I still need to be taken care of, princess. My question for you: will you accept? You’re free to back out of this but that wouldn’t guarantee your safety for when the time comes. Yet, something in the way you look at dick tells me that’s the further thing from that pretty empty head of yours. Go on and taste. Bet you won’t be able to resist after one lick.”

Maybe if you try and do horribly, he’ll leave you alone. So working up the courage, you wrap a tiny hand around his length. It’s even bigger than you thought. How will it fit in your mouth?

Precum leaks out of the pink head, you stick your tongue out collecting the sticky fluid on your tongue in one licking motion. A long line connecting your tongue and his cock stubbornly drags along with you as you pulled away before breaking off and slapping against your chin.

You lick your lips. He tastes so intoxicating. Before he could even ask you if this was what you wanted again, you lick at the slick head once again then suck.

“Mmm, fuckk,” He groans, head rolling back. “Your mouth feels so good. I already feel the energy coursing through my veins. Think you could take more?”

Cupping the back of your head, he shoves himself deep down your throat. His sharp, nails digging into your scalp overloading your senses as he fucked your mouth. You rest your hands on his thick thighs, gagging around him which eggs him on. Soon, he’s thrusting so hard that thick dripping saliva runs down your chin and form a small puddle on your bedroom floor.

Through all of this, you can feel pooling heat in your underwear at the words and sounds spilling from Billy’s lips. You’d always believed that Billy would be a dirty talker and now you get to hear it first hand.

“Sssss, oh fuu—swallow my cock, baby. Just like that. Choke on that shit.”

You hum a moan, vibrations shooting up his length. Your hand tugs and caresses his heavy balls, looking him in the eyes as to show him that you planned to ruin him just as much as he would you. The tip of your nose is tickled by his pubic hairs each time he makes you swallow him whole.

“Want me to cum down your little throat?” He asks wryly.

He pulls your hair backward, yanking your mouth away from him and allowing you the chance to breathe. He awaits you answer as you cough at the sudden lost, your satin shirt soaked in the process.

“Please, I want it in my tummy. Cum in my mouth.”

“Such a greedy whore,” He lets go of your hair, letting you take the reigns. “Make me cum.”

You wrap your hands around the base barely able to get it around. Doing a twist and tug motion around him, you suck hard on the sensitive tip. From time to time, you circle your tongue around him then lower your mouth again so he hits the back of your throat. Your hands were getting drenched in the process which signaled that you were working hard for his end.

“Goddamn, baby. You want it that bad, huh?” He laughs. “Let me give you what you want.”

Your head comes in contact with the wall behind you. Your hands now in your lap with him thrusting freely into your mouth. Tears and saliva wetting your face at the intensity of the act. You weren’t sure how you weren’t vomiting as quick as he’d been stroking into your mouth but somehow with him you were like a veteran succubus.

His hands rest on the wall behind you from leverage, the sound of the belt resonating the air with each thrust.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum.” He chants, face contorting in utter bliss and your eyes light up witnessing such a beautiful sight.

Then, you feel the sticky substance paint down your throat. It’s slightly salty and hot taste lingering on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed him all down.

Billy pets your hair, smoothing it down as he shoves his cock into your eager mouth over and over and rides the waves of pleasure. Once he pulls out, you stick out your tongue to show him that you’ve drunk all of his essence, not leaving a drop to waste.

“You sure know how to show a guy a good time. I’ll give you your reward. Take the shorts off. Gonna eat that pretty pussy.”

You moan at his vulgarity, pulling off your satin bottoms and underwear as fast as your hands will allow. You were caught off guard when he lifts you off the ground effortlessly as if you weighed the equivalent of a feather.

Laying you down on your mattress, he pulls you by the legs just enough for you to rest near the edge. His eyes as dark as the night sky as he stares at your core, sticky and wet with your arousal.

The sight before him has him buckling down to his knees. It was heavenly. He doesn’t wish for his mouth to be away from it a second longer. Billy dives into you swollen pussy, lapping away with his long, fat tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes! Billy.” You yank at his curls. He’s pleased at this action, smiling as he licked at your cunt. His tongue was inhumanly long and you were convinced that he was some sort of entity. Yet, the way his hands caressed your thick thighs lovingly indicated to you that maybe he’s still human.

Billy didn’t make you feel embarrassed for not shaving either, gripping on to your pubic hairs to pull back your folds and spread you wider for him to taste.

“Tastes amazing, baby.” He slaps a hand on one thigh, causing you back to arch and your pressed further against his face.

His long lashes flutter and eyes close, enjoying the moment and the little whimpers leaving your lips. He sucks and kisses your pussy as if he were making out with it. You realize this was all to entice you to wrap your thighs around his head because when your knees pressed against the side of his face, he began moaning louder.

You feared you’d block his airways should you wrap him in your embrace but as if he read you mind he squeezes your thighs tighter around him, keeping you there.

“It’s so good. Nothing I’ve ever had before, daddy! Oh, god.”

Billy wanted to stick his finger inside of you, hoping he’s get a preview of your tight walls but the evil part of him wanted you to struggle to take his large cock. Instead, he’ll show his mercy by making you cum so that your slick enough for him to slip in.

Each lick of his tongue sent you further and further into madness until he looks you in the eye one last time and like magic you cum on his tongue.

“Oh, god. I’m cumming!” You cried out, writhing against him.

He shushes you, whispering darkly. “Shut the fuck up. You’ll wake the entire house and you wouldn’t like what happens next.”

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover from your shattering orgasm. Billy immediately flips you onto your stomach, bringing you on all fours. Rubbing the tip through your folds, he bullies himself into your entrance and pounds away without missing a beat.

Your face falls into the mattress, gripping the sheets for some comfort from the heavy slaps against your back. He’s still fully clothed only his jeans lowered, too eager to remove them. You wanted him completely naked, feeling every inch of his skin on you. You wanted to look at him in the eyes as he takes you.

“Let me see you, daddy. Please.”

He spanks your ass. Then, he kneads the sore spot only to slap a hand hand hard against your soft ass cheek again.

“But you look so damn good from behind, babygirl.”

“Wanna look at you. Wanna see watch you cum again, please. Please!” You whined, practically sobbing.

“I guess ya earned it for being such a good girl.” He flips you onto your back again and plunges into you causing you the two of you to groan simultaneously.

You pull off your top, giving him a view of your tits as they bounced at the force of his pounding. Thirsty to feel him, you rip at his shirt revealing even more of his chest to run your hands over his sweaty abs.

His large hand grips a handful of your boob flicking a thumb over the hardened nipple. “You’re so fucking wet, Y/n. It’s soaking my jeans.”

“Then take them off.” You mewled.

“I make the orders here.”

You scratched down his chest, sinking your nails into his side and for one moment his sinister persona falters when you lift yourself to kiss his chest.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“You just feel so good. So deep.” You say in a shaky breath. You pull his face down, lips colliding. Your tongues fighting for the upper hand.

When he pulls away, he’s dazed. You’ve come to the conclusion that every intimate touch brings out the real Billy. If you keep it up, eventually he’ll come back to you.

So you attempt another moment of intimacy, sucking and biting on his thick neck and feeling his thrusting get harder.

“Wish I can have you inside me forever.”

“Uh-huh.” He moans, hitting harder against a deep spot within you.

You move your face to look him in the eye once again, hand on his cheek. He moves his hand to your face as well only you drew his thumb into your mouth sucking the tip lightly.

“Oh god.” Billy whispers. His eyes lowers to look between your body’s which was a mixture of your creamy fluids and blood. Had he just taken your virginity? He assumed you’d lost it to your first boyfriend.

He looks up at your face again, you pulling him into another passionate kiss and taking in his spit into your mouth. When he felt like things were getting too romantic, he’d tried to pull away but you wrapped you legs around him taking him deeper into your wet cave. Now you’re nails are in his lower back. If his shirt weren’t in the way, you’d be drawing blood for sure.

“See how wet you’re making me, daddy?”

He’s rendered speechless by you consumed by the warmth of your body. He’s always loved your body. He’d imagined your body against for so long, hoping to kiss your soft belly and imprint his finger tips into your plush ass and thighs. Finally, he gets this time of intimacy with you. Finally, you were under him taking every inch of his throbbing cock.

Slowly, whatever entered him the other night was soon beginning to melt but it was still very stubborn. You were determined to free him even if it meant all night.

Taking his wet thumb, you bring it down to rub at your clitoris. Your foreheads resting against one another, panting as you clenched around him.

“So fucking close.” You whimpered.

“Me too, pretty girl.”

“Can you cum in me? I wanna take it all my slutty pussy.”

“Oh shit, Y/n. I think you’re trying to kill me.” He laughs, breathlessly.

“Need it now. I love you so much, Billy. Please come back to me.”

“Unh, god—I’m gonna cum in this pussy.”

“Please!”

He hits into against your spongy button over and over again and you get the feeling like something’s going to burst within you. He rubs frantically at your clit, your juices coating his thumb. You cum hard, the wind knocked out of you.

Billy soon follows behind you, shooting his thick cum into the deepest parts of you. He lets out an animalistic grunt that causes another flood of your arousal to soak his cock.

He’s thrusts a couple more thrusts into you before attempting to get up. You don’t let him go, tightening your legs around him and kissing each bicep.

“Don’t stop cum in me again.” You were insatiable. It went beyond bringing him back at this point. You wanted to fuck him until you could feel him even after he pulls out.

He rocks into you again, catching the bars of the headboard as leverage as well as to keep it from banging against your wall. Your driven up higher and higher up the bed from his forceful thrusts. He catches a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. As sensitive as you both were from two orgasms, you both gladly chased for the third.

You chant your ‘I love yous’ to him. You discovered your breakthrough when he started chanting it back to you. His eyes becoming wet with the intensity of emotions overcoming him.

“God, I love you.” He growls then bites your nipple.

“Cum for me, daddy.”

He slaps a hand on your clit once and your violently convulsing under him, cumming yet again on.

“Fuck yeah. Cream on this dick, babygirl.” His voice strained, signifies his impending orgasm. Not long after he comes inside you once against the squelching and stickiness between your bodies prominent. “Ahh, shit.”

If you were horrible, you’d make him go again. But you figured he’s had enough. You unhook your legs off him but he stays collapsing above you and snuggling into your body reverting back to the old perverted Billy you know.

“As much as I’d love to have you lying on me, you’re really heavy.” You giggled running your fingers through his hair.

“Right, sorry.” He rolls off of you, the lost of contact causing you to whimper. He rests beside you, cock still standing firm.

“Is it really you, Billy?”

“I think so.” He says, looking down at himself.

“What happened?”

“One night, I’m driving. I get attacked . Next thing, I know I’m…different.”

You hugged his side. “At least you’re hear now. Whatever attacked you, won’t hurt you again.”

Billy kisses your forehead. He knee it was far from over. Vecna will soon return and he’ll be right back in his control. For now, he’ll savor these moments for when he’ll be a monster once again beckoning you to the dark side.

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sejanusbaby · 2 years

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My Luck — Billy Hargrove

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Henderson!Reader

A/N: I am such a softie when it comes to soft!Billy. He truly deserved better than what he got. Anyways, thank you for the request! Keep them coming! Also, I wrote this listening to this song. So, you can read it while listening to that, if you'd like!

Anonymous asked: "Omg can we get billy after winning a basketball game wanting nothing more than to be with his girl and relax? He's on top of the world because he brought home the win but also because of the person in his arms. MUAH" ( @creme-delacreme )

Warnings: Brief mentions of Billy's trauma with his father's behavior, one cuss word, and lot's of soft!Billy fluff! Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Very OOC Billy. Basically an AU where he isn't a dickhead.

This is not proofread, so I apologize for any errors. If you want to be added to my taglist, go here!

“So, you’ll be there?” Your boyfriend, Billy, asked excitedly, watching you place you books from your locker into your book bag. Tonight was one of his basketball games, and though you didn’t know much about the game, you always tried to show up and support him when you could. Obviously his dad and step-mother wouldn’t do it for him.

Much to your disliking, though, you couldn’t show up to the game tonight. You had a major test in the morning that you couldn’t afford to fail. In addition to that, your mom had been harassing you about how much you’d been hanging out with Billy lately.

“You’re never home anymore.” your mother would say to you. As if her opinion dictated what you did. But she did put a roof over your head for the time being, and with you about to graduate high school, you really didn’t want to test the waters or possibly get kicked out. You dreaded having to look Billy in the eyes and tell him you couldn’t come. You knew he’d understand, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t feel sad that his number one fan wouldn’t be in the audience.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you zipped up your book bag, and closed your locker. You faced your boyfriend, but when his excited face began to drop into a saddened expression, you already knew that he knew what the answer was.

“I’m really sorry, babe. I just can’t tonight. I have that huge test tomorrow in physics, and my mom has been harassing me about staying home more often.” You said, you gaze falling down to look at your feet. You felt horrible. You weren’t afraid of what Billy’s reaction would be, you were just afraid to disappoint him.

“Hey, it’s okay, babe. I’m dating the smartest girl at Hawkin’s High. It comes with a heavy price to pay. And you have been to every single one of my games so far anyway.” He said gently. “It’s okay.” You looked back up into his blue eyes that stared down at you. “Okay.” You responded to him quietly.

He reached to hold your face in his hand, gently using his index and thumb to lift your chin to meet his face. “I guess that just means you’ll have to motivate me somehow. Or reward me.” He smirked, his flirting causing your cheeks to flush.

“Yeah, yeah.” You said, standing up on your tip toes, and pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, practically melting into your touch. When he pulled away, you nuzzled your face into his chest, while one of his hands rubbed your back soothingly. As much as he wanted you to be there, he understood that you had responsibilities.

Soon after, the bell rang, signaling for everyone to head to their last classes of the day. After placing a kiss to your forehead, Billy began to walk away, still facing you. You waved, calling out, “Please, call me when you get home after the game! And good luck!” He nodded at you, giving you a “yes.”

He continued to saunter down the now empty hall to his next class, now turned away from you. “I love you!” You called out to him. “I love you too!” He called back.

You giggled to yourself, as you began to make your way to physics.

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You would much rather be at a basketball game right about now, but instead here you are, flash cards sprawled out on your bed, pinching the skin between your eyebrows in frustration. You had almost everything memorized, just four or five more terms that you needed to master before you were done.

You were interrupted by your younger brother, Dustin, barging into your room. He stood there and you both stared at each other for a second. “What?” You asked, annoyed. “And what did we talk about? Knock next time!” You complained.

“Yeah, whatever.” Your curly headed sibling dismissed you. He plopped on the bed next to you, staring at the papers you had everywhere. “What are you studying?” He picked one up, squinting his eyes to observe it. You snatched it from his hands.

“Physics, dip-shit. Not that you’d be smart enough to even know what that is.” You teased. His hand flew to his chest, clutching where his heart should be, acting as if you’d actually stabbed him.

“Me? Not smart? How dare you.” He gasped, before standing back up abruptly. “Anyway, Mom told me to let you know dinner is ready. She made spaghetti.” He said, heading towards your doorway to leave.

You didn’t even have time to eat right now. “Thanks, Dusty, but I have to study. Tell Mom I said I’m sorry but I can’t eat right now.” You signed, reshuffling your flash cards. He nodded, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. You began to go through the cards again, reading the words and definitions out loud to yourself.

You were once more interrupted, but with a knock at your door this time. “Yeah, come in.” You said. Dustin made his way back into your room, a huge grin on his face, holding a bowl full of noodles and red sauce out to you.

“You have to eat. If you don’t, then your brain will starve, and you won’t be able to study as well.” He said, matter-of-factly. You chuckled, taking the bowl from his hands. “Oh yeah?” You teased. “Is that how that works?” You took a bite, mouth full of pasta. He nodded, before leaving your room for the last time.

You finished up your dinner and continued to study on. By the time you had all of the information down, you glanced at your clock, shocked that it was now 10:00 PM. Billy hadn’t called yet, either. The game must have ended not that long ago.

You sighed, placing the cards on your nightstand, before changing into a pair of pajamas and laying back down. As soon as you started to drift, you heard a tapping at your window. You squinted your eyes, only to see that Billy was sitting outside, signaling for you to open the window. You quickly got up, locking your bedroom door, and then opening the window for your boyfriend.

He slipped inside, closing the window behind him. You looked up at him, his face plastered with a smile. “So, how did the game go?” You asked, returning the smile to him. “We won, thanks to you.” He said, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I wasn’t even there, Billy.” You said, bashfully.

He chucked at you, “You didn’t have to be. You’re my good luck charm, remember?” He teased you. You blushed, grabbing both of his hands and squeezing. “That’s amazing, Billy. I’m proud and happy for you.” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s all I get? For all my hard work and winning?” He said, pretending to be offended. You shook your head, laughing, before giving his a kiss on the lips. He smiled into it, before pulling away and pulling you towards your bed. He laid down, bringing you down to lay on top of him, scratching your back with one of his free hands.

“How did studying go?” He asked, looking down at you. You sighed. “It was awful, but I got everything memorized. Hopefully I’ll pass tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes. “How could you not pass? You’re the smartest girl I know.” He bragged. You smiled, content with his response. You allowed yourself to relax in his touch, listening to his steady heart beat, and feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

“Billy—” You began to say, before a yawn cut you off. He just shushed your, holding you tighter. “It’s okay, baby. You had a long day.” He assured you. You made a content noise as he placed one last kiss on the top of your head. Then, you drifted to sleep, in his warm embrace. “My luck.” He whispered to himself, before allowing himself to drift off on his own.

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Taglist:

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 11 months

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Billy Hargrove

🦋 lingerie 🦋

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🦋 camero 🦋

@hawkins-losers

🦋 private lessons 🦋

@glodessa

🦋 waking up 🦋

@erosso

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🦋 all mine 🦋

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🦋 dating billy headcannons 🦋

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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No but like… Billy taking care of you when you’re sick

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy shows you a sensitive side you’ve never seen before.

Format: Drabble

A/N: I have Covid rn and this is all I want so here’s a drabble about it. Reader has no specifications so can be read as any gender.

The empty glass of water on your nightstand stared back at you mockingly. You had no energy to get up and fetch some more. Your muscles ached lying on your side in the foetal position but still, you were too groggy to move. Everyone in your house was either at school or at work so they couldn’t attend to you in your time of need.

A sudden rustling and banging sound came from outside your window, dragging you from the depths of self-pity. Immediately you sat up with a pounding in your chest, terrified about what dangers lurked outside your window that you were inevitably too weak to fight. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation of certain doom.

“Ah! Fuck!” The intruder shouted as they bundled in the window. Your eyes flew open at the familiar voice and your hand clasped to your mouth to stifle a giggle.

Sprawled across your bedroom floor, was one Billy Hargrove.

“Billy, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked with an eyebrow raised as he scrambled to his feet and flashed you his signature cheeky grin.

“Saw you were cutting but your friends were at school, figured it was an invitation.” He smirked, chewing some gum cheekily and swaggering over to your bed.

Your heart sank that this was the first place his mind went to. Whilst you had only been dating for a couple of months, you were starting to think that Billy was only in this for one thing. He was going to be sorely disappointed today.

“I’m not cutting, Billy. I’m sick.” You sighed and slumped back into your foetal position, pulling the covers up to your chin.

Billy frowned and for the first time since he’d gotten there, he took in your frail form. Your eyes had sunken in and your skin appeared waxy. You let out a couple of painful sounding coughs which took him aback.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Angel.” He said, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re really warm”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got a fever. So, if you want to have sex then not today, Sunshine.” You groaned, rolling over to face the wall.

Billy shook his head and sat down properly on your bed next to you. “What do you need?”

The question made you blink a couple of times in disbelief. A part of you thought it was some sort of silly joke and that you’d turn round to him already crawling out of the window.

Instead, when you turned round, he was pulling his leather jacket off and folding it over the chair that sat at your desk. His usual cheeky smile had softened into a genuine and inviting one as he stood reporting for duty. Your state of neglect had put you in no position to dismiss him.

“Um… more water?” You croaked with uncertainty. Billy nodded and walked round to your nightstand, picking up the empty glass that had been torturing you for the best part of an hour.

“Anything else?” He asked, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Some food. I’ve not eaten today.” You admitted, clutching on to your sheets feeling vulnerable around Billy’s uncharacteristic tenderness.

“Got it.” He replied shortly and left your room.

At this point you were certain that you were having a fever dream and soon you’d wake up to the empty glass of water taunting you again. Billy was a complete charmer and flirt. He had the ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the world without actually putting too much effort in. His strong points were the smoothing talking and flashy dates before taking you to an abandoned parking lot and having sex in the back of the car.

Opening up about feelings, spending time with your family, taking care of you when you were sick were all things you hadn’t considered him capable of, up until now.

He returned to your room and presented you with a full glass of water and a haphazardly cut sandwich. You carefully sat up and took the plate from him, giving him a light smile as you nibbled at your food.

“It’s the only thing I really know how to make.” He explained nervously. “Usually while my dad and Susan are out, I order a pizza or Max makes something for herself.”

“It’s nice, Billy, thanks.” You replied and he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself.

He sat down on the bed next to you, kicking his shoes off with a clear intention of staying. You paused your eating and looked at him inquisitively: “you don’t have to sit with me, you know.”

“Well, I want to.” He grinned and planted his palms on your mattress, pushing himself back to sit against the headboard next to you.

“You gonna be my nurse or something?” You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm round his.

“Hey, get the idea of me in a little nurse’s outfit out of your filthy little head.” He chuckled. “I think I’d look good in the stockings though.”

“You’d look very hot, babe.” You smirked and snuggled into him more.

“Do you need anything else?” Billy offered, tracing his fingertips along your arm soothingly. “I can run you a bath?”

“Sure.” You agreed, looking up at him with a grateful expression. “Thanks for taking care of me today.”

“No problem, Angel.” He kissed your temple. “But I wouldn’t do this for just anyone, you know?”

Again, with his incredible ability to make you feel like the only person in the world. You attempted to hide the smug smile on your face as you kissed his cheek. “I know, sweetheart. Don't worry, you're still Hawkins' resident bad boy.”

"Damn straight."

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lcthebtswriter · 1 year

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starstruck

pairing: dacre montgomery x reader

summary: it's just your luck you have a one night stand with the man of your dreams

tags: @miscellaneoustoasts, @tellmehows, @just-that-trash-blog. @mrsjaxtellerfan, @statsvitenskap, @hardygalwrites (maybe? I meant to tag @hardygal69 but I think you're the same person, lmk)

warnings: smut (18+ only), slight choking, alcohol

a/n: heyyy, couple glasses of wine later and here yall go ;)

How did you end up here?

Falling apart with his mouth on your most sensitive parts, tongue swirling, lips sucking, fingers magically used to make you come undone.

The night was a blur leading up to the climax of your darkest desires. A bachelorette party for your best friend, a flurry of bar hopping and karaoke. It's a small world, as you've come to find out.

When you spotted Dacre at a bar, you acted like you didn't know him. It was difficult to do so when you saw him eye you throughout the night. You smiled, threw him a little wave, and left with your girlfriends for the next bar. You freaked out about it in private, walking in your heels along the sidewalk as the night carried on.

You were quiet in the taxi ride to your hotel, friends packed in the back seat chatting up the driver. The windows were rolled down, the cold breeze sobering you before being dropped off at your destination. Your friends follow you into the elevator, everyone discussing different subjects while you replay the snippet of social interaction with a celebrity. Had you been wasted you probably would have introduced yourself, but tonight wasn't the night. Your friend was to be married in the morning, and you'd hate to take any attention from her. You would have to make do with a story to tell at dinner parties.

After saying goodbye to your friends on their floor, you take the elevator up one more level. You lean against the chilling metal of the elevator wall, about to press the button that shuts the doors when you get the idea for a night cap. The hotel has a lavish bar in the dining area, and you aren't quite ready to call it a night. You're still dolled up and not at all mentally tired, so you decide to press the button for the lobby and head down.

You're surprised to find so few people in the lobby. With it being so late in the night, you expected more people to fill its lavish parlor and using the quaint dance floor to hold their partners close. Someone played a piano on stage, and you listened intently while choosing a seat closest to the music. The bartender looked tired, so you ordered something simple and took your phone from your bag to study the photos taken earlier that night.

The bride-to-be looked so happy. She smiled in every picture. You erase some, edit others, and sip your drink.

Movement in the corner of your eye draws your attention away from your phone. You recognize the combed back hair, the squared shoulders, and the charming gaze and smile of the actor you spotted earlier. He sits two seats down and waves the bartender over. When he notices your figure, he points a finger at you and grins.

"I saw you earlier," Dacre says.

You nod, fidgeting with the thin black straw in your drink. "You did," you say, nodding. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were following me." There's a teasing tone in your voice, a hint that you know who he is but won't make a scene. You wouldn't want the same being done to you, so you keep his peace and he acknowledges that by moving one seat closer.

Dacre gets his drink and swirls the ice around so it melts a bit. "I can assure you I'm not," he chuckles. It's breathy, as if exhaustion has set into his bones. "I just happen to be staying in the same hotel," he says. "What are you here for?" He continues.

"Bachelorette party," you reply.

Dacre nods, eyebrows raised in slight interest. He pieces together your group's nightly activities, not wanting to forget the moment he watched you saunter into the bar he occupied. You took up so much light in the room, practically glowing. It was just his luck you were staying in the same place.

"You guys have fun?" Dacre wonders. His shirt is unbuttoned a little bit, and you find your focus fixated on the bit of skin and chest hair exposed.

"We did! Not too much, though," you chuckle.

Dacre lets out a chuff of air, not quite a laugh but still amused.

"Are you filming for the show here?" You dare ask, hoping the inquiry doesn't scare him off. There's no intention to, at least.

"I'm here on business." He winks at you and takes a sip of his drink. You watch his lips part, watch his tongue as it licks the alcohol from his lips.

"Should I bother asking for a couple hints or is it a secret?" You ask, taking a drink of your own. It's almost gone, and you think about ordering another just to have something to keep you in the moment.

Dacre's eyes finally look at you, dark and mischievous. His eyelashes are so much longer up close, a little feature you never appreciate until it's right in front of you.

"Are you good at keeping secrets?" He wonders, setting his almost empty glass back onto the napkin on the wooden bartop.

You nod slightly, fingers grasping the end of your straw so you can finish what's left in your glass. You cross your legs, drawing Dacre's eyes to the skin of your thigh.

"I mixed business with pleasure tonight," he confesses.

"Really?"

"Just a few drinks. I don't do this thing often, but I'm glad I did tonight."

"So you're all tuckered out, then?"

Dacre hums in disagreement, finishing his drink and turning his head back to you. "I'm not that tired, actually." An unspoken arrangement, a flurry of movement to the elevator, and then you're at the penthouse suite at the very top of the hotel.

There aren't many words exchanged by the time Dacre locks the door. You make the first move, the alcohol making you bold enough to gently pull him to you. Dacre follows your move, pushing you against the wall as he kisses you deeply.

Your fingers grip his hair, eliciting a groan from a man you'd never dream of having this experience with. Your stomach flutters with disbelief and desire, and you kick off your shoes as Dacre grips your waist and grinds against you. His erection strains against his trousers, the thickness leaving you eager to keep moving.

The bedroom isn't too far away, and just close enough for him to guide you while his tongue goes into your mouth. You moan, falling back onto the bed. Dacre leans back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head, and you eagerly sit up to kiss his abs, fingernails raking along the skin. Goosebumps travel up his arms, and Dacre holds your head in his hands to tilt your head back.

He kisses you, skin hot with desire as you ease back onto the mattress. With one hand he undoes his belt as you fiddle with the button of your shorts. You're both hungry for each other, and the kiss breaks so you can tear your clothes off.

Dacre takes his time to make sure you're ready for him. With legs right open, you invite him to taste the wetness that has pooled between your thighs. His eyes roll back when he tastes you on his tongue. His fingers grip your warm skin, hand resting on your stomach to keep you pinned to the bed. He flattens his tongue, sucks on you, and it makes lewd wet sounds. You grip his hair, moaning so loud you know other guests can hear but you don't care. You've never felt so close to coming undone in just a few minutes.

"I need you," you gasp.

Dacre sits up, chin wet and a grin on his face. His eyes are dark and there's perspiration on his forehead. He looks pleased with the sight of you: chest heaving, eyes unfocused.

You're throbbing for him at your core, watching as he takes a condom out of his jeans and rushes to put it over his thick cock. You moan at the sight, opening yourself up to him once again.

Dacre's body weight is looming over you, his frame supported on his right arm. He teases the tip of his cock against your wetness, and you grip his shoulders as if begging him to go in all the way. You can't take it anymore. You want him.

And then you have him.

He stretches you out in such a gut wrenching way your toes curl with pleasure. His cock is warm, the length of it slowly filling you up. Dacre's head drops to the crook of your neck and he pants against your ear. "Fuck, you feel so good," he sighs.

He's inside you now, pausing so you can adjust to the feeling of being one. You're dripping, and his cock twitches inside of you as you tense. He grinds his hips against you, squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy as your fingernails dig into his biceps. He watches your face as he pulls out, slowly entering you once again until he can do so with ease. Your mouth is agape in awe at how good it feels. So fucking good you're panting.

When he starts to pick up the pace, Dacre kisses you so messily you can barely gasp for air. His cock is pounding against the one spot that makes your vision go hazy. Your back arches, sweat beading upon your forehead. You're full of him - can feel him in your stomach. It makes a coil begin to tighten in the deepest parts of you, and Dacre can tell.

You're milking his cock. He can barely keep his pace, but he doesn't want to stop. He pulls out - much to your dismay - and touches your arm in silent questioning. You flip over onto your stomach in obedience, ass slightly in the air. Dacre groans, legs entwined with yours as his chest lays atop your back. He slides into you with a moan, and he fills you up once more.

It's easier for the tip of his cock to hit that spot without pause. You grip the pillow beneath your head, moaning into the sheets to muffle the sounds of your building orgasm. He's so deep it could hurt if he isn't careful, but he's got a hand on your hip and the other gently around your neck. You lean back to kiss him - a sloppy, desperate kiss as he digs his cock into you.

"Fuck me," you gasp.

The coil comes undone.

You're face down into the pillow, panting his name as your hands grip the sheets in tight fists. Wave after wave makes your body tremble, pleasure clouding your mind as your eyes squeeze shut. Dacre can't help but finish. His cock throbs inside of you, his body limp as you milk him for all he's worth.

He falls on top of you, pushing himself to the side to alleviate the weight of himself on your body. You're both panting, the condom wrinkled at the tip and full of the result of your debauchery. A moment passes as you both catch your breaths, and you break the silence with a satisfied giggle. Dacre smiles, leaning up on his elbows and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"You've got a big day tomorrow," he says.

Dacre is about to get up from the bed to grab you a towel, but you place a hand on his arm to stop him in his tracks.

"I'm not tired yet," you say. Head still buzzing with pleasure, you give him a smile and lay back down. Starstruck and dazed with your orgasm, your body is warm and fuzzy all over you almost giggle from the feeling. You're naked and vulnerable and enticing, and Dacre can't help himself.

He grabs another condom.

#dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #dacre montgomery

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fleshbarbie · 2 years

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late night talks - billy hargrove x reader.

a/n: in this i refer to the reader having a younger brother, i didn’t name him so it’s completely your choice as to who he is. he can be one of the stranger things kids (the only one i cant see him being is will because will is a sweetheart and i cant see him acting like this), or he can be just some random kid. enjoy!

you twirled your hair around your finger, a bored huff forcing a gush of air to blow at the few loose strands of hair that had fallen from the front of your tightened ponytail. you had been sat outside, on your doorstep for what felt like hours now (but in reality it had only been close to one hour) the cold concrete had caused a few shivers to travel up your spine and the light breeze of wind every now and then didn’t help but you didn’t want to move.

yourself and your boyfriend billy had a date night planned, you usually made sure to squeeze at least one in a week, preferably at the weekend but if needed an after school date was never really an issue. it was nearing eight o’clock on a friday night and billy had told you he was going to be picking you at seven when he had dropped you home after school, with a kiss and a promise that he wouldn’t be late. yet here you were, getting a few nosy glances from the neighbours that attended to their gardens as they took note of how long you had been stuck in the same spot. but you didn’t let it get to you.

the door that belonged to your house creaked open behind you, “(y/n), the phone for you. it’s billy.”

you didn’t miss the disapproving tone in the voice that belonged to your beloved younger brother, who was stood with a hand on his hip and a judgemental look in his eye. you just rolled your eyes at the tone, knowing he hadn’t approved of your relationship with hawkin’s self proclaimed bad boy since day one but he didn’t know billy the way you did. nobody did.

you didn’t bother to give your brother any kind of response, only lightly pushing past him to enter your home. the warm air engulfed you in a cozy hug the moment you got through the doorway and your body relaxed in satisfaction, delighted by the newfound heat. you quickly made your way into the kitchen where the phone was placed face-down on the counter.

“hey billy, where are you?” you questioned your boyfriend, the finger that was previously twirling at your hair now twirling around the phone cord instead.

“hey gorgeous, um...” you instantly picked up on how quietly billy was talking through the phone, almost whispering as if not to disturb anyone and your stomach dropped the second you understood why. “i’m really sorry but i don’t think i’m gonna make it tonight.”

of course you were sad to find out you would no longer be spending the evening with the boy who had stolen your heart within weeks of moving to the small town you had lived in since birth, but one feeling overpowered that and it was fear.

“that’s okay, don’t worry about it baby. is everything okay?” you questioned, now nervously chewing at your bottom lip, surely leaving some of the pink lipgloss you had applied earlier to stain your teeth but that was far from your biggest concern right now.

“yeah ... well no but.” he sighed, and you heard some movement echoing through the landline before he spoke again. “i can’t really talk about it right now but i promise i’m okay. nothing to worry your pretty little head about okay?”

you weren’t entirely convinced, but there wasn’t much you could do in this situation. storming over to billy’s house to find out what really went down would only cause more trouble for him and you knew he’d be the one to suffer the consequences, not you. so all you could do was nod and hope it wasn’t as bad as your mind was making it out to be.

“okay. but please, if gets any worse don’t suffer in silence. i’m always here for you, i’ll leave my window open for you tonight, okay? just in case.”

five miles away from where you were currently stood, billy hargrove’s heart swelled triple in size in his chest. he had never had anyone that cared for him the way you did, aside from his mother but he still held a whole lot of resentment towards her after she left him with his poor excuse of a father. everyday he feared you were gonna wake up one day and realize just what a piece of shit he was, come to your senses and tell him you were leaving him and that was that. but it had been near eight months now and you were both going strong.

“thank you sweet girl, i’m sorry for standing you up.” he frowned at the thought of you stood at the front door in a pretty outfit and a pretty smile, all gone to waste. “tomorrow night okay? we’ll go out tomorrow.”

“don’t worry about that right now, just look after yourself please billy.” you near enough pleaded through the phone, to which he responded to with a light chuckle but he eventually promised he would.

“look i gotta go, he’s been pacing around outside for a few minutes now he’s bound to come back in any second and if he sees me adding to the phone bill, i’ll be on for a round two. i love you, okay? i’ll make this up to you.”

your heart clenched, you swore you could feel actual pain in your heart at the hell your boyfriend lived through everyday from the one person who was supposed to provide him love and comfort.

“okay billy. i love you too, so much. don’t forget that okay? i’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

the two of you exchanged a few goodbyes, neither of you actually wanting to hang up the phone knowing that once you did the comfort of having the other person with you was gone, even if you weren’t technically in each others presence, hearing each others voice was almost as good. you let out a heavy sigh, your back resting against the wall as you closed your eyes and attempted to clear your head before it went on overdrive with a hundred different ideas of what was going on at the hargrove residence.

“he stood you up didn’t he?” the familiar voice of your brother broke the tension, a smirk present on his face as if he wanted to blurt out a proud ‘i told you so’.

you glared at him, yet again infuriated by the presence of your younger sibling who always thrived in your misery.

“it’s not like that dipshit, he’s dealing with stuff.” you crossed your arms, awaiting whatever bullshit came out of his mouth next.

“yeah, stuff meaning another girl. it’s so obvious.” he scoffed, and you rolled your eyes at the ignorant comment.

of course that’s what he’d think, that’s what everyone thought about billy. the only way you could prove him wrong was if you told him what was actually going on, but it wasn’t your personal life to share with whomever you felt necessary. you could never do that to billy, not only was it an incredible violation of his trust but you also knew billy would most likely want nothing to do with you if he found out you’d spilled his darkest secret.

so instead you bit your tongue, but sent another extra mean glare towards your brother before your turned on your heel deciding to retreat to your room for the night before nasty words were exchanged.

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it was now just past midnight, and you were nice and cozy in bed with the book you were almost finished with and an almost cold hot chocolate sat on your bedside table. the only light in the room was the one coming from your lamp beside you, the rest of your room was enveloped in a darkness that you could only see through if you really focused.

you never minded the dark when you had a distraction from it, your book being the perfect one right now. you only had a couple chapters left and you were done, which was almost as heartbreaking as it was satisfying. luckily you had a few other books stacked up on your desk that you hadn’t read yet so it’s not as if you were at risk of lacking any entertainment when you finished this one.

just as you turned the page to the next chapter, you heard a clanging noise echo into your room almost as if something had clashed against the window. you jumped at the sudden break of silence, but it only took a second to understand what the noise was, or rather who it was coming from. you sat up right in bed, preparing yourself from the worst as your muscled boyfriend climbed through your window and landed on your carpeted floor with a light thud.

you didn’t know whether to cry or breath a sigh of relief when you saw his face and noticed he got away lucky this time, only a discoloured bruise sat on his cheekbone. it saddened you that you counted that as a win, that it was such a norm now to see billy walk around with cuts and bruises. but you decided not to dwell on the darkness of it all, not when you had billy right in front of you and right now he looked as if the only thing he wanted was some comfort.

“hey baby, come here.” opening your arms was all it took for billy to quickly kick off his heavy boots, his denim jacket quickly joined the boots on the floor and he was all but diving into your bed with his head resting on your stomach.

the book had been knocked onto the floor, the page you were about to read lost as the book closed but you were more focused on the broken boy laid on top on of you. you began running your fingers through his golden curls, using your nails to lightly scrape at his scalp, something you knew always calmed him.

it wasn’t long before his tense body caved in and relaxed at your comforting touch, his arms moving to give your body a tight yet gentle squeeze, his way of thanking you. no words were exchanged whilst you continued to play with his hair and massage his scalp, for the next ten minutes all that could be heard was the light breathing shared between you both and the occasional hum of approval that slipped past billy’s content smile.

he eventually moved, sitting up so he was now sat on his knees facing you with a vulnerable look in his beautiful blue eyes.

“he found out about our date, said i was wasting my time getting all dressed up like some pansy because i was on babysitting duty tonight.” he shook his head at the memory, and you were quick to lean forward and grab his hand between both of yours. “i tried telling him we had this planned for awhile, that it wasn’t something i could just cancel but he didn’t care. he just started screaming at me for talking back, called me disrespectful, said i didn’t appreciate all that he did for me and then he gave me a backhand to the face.”

he gestured to the dark bruise on his face, and you sighed giving his hand an extra squeeze. neil hargrove was a complete asshole, it was a shame he hadn’t fallen victim to one of the creatures that had escaped from the upside down last year.

“susan tried telling me he didn’t mean it, he was already pissed off from work and it had him getting mad at everything but-“

“that’s no excuse to go around hitting your son.” you finished for him, not entirely sure that was where he was going but it needed to be said.

he nodded in agreement, but didn’t say anything else.

“billy that man is a sad excuse for a father, the way he treats you everyday is disgusting i don’t know what could possess any person to hurt their own child the way he hurts you. it’s evil ... i don’t think you understand how incredibly strong you are for putting up with this your whole life.”

you moved, inching towards billy with a light grip on his shoulder and your other hand moving to caress his cheek being mindful of the new injury. “not many people would be able to live the life you live without crumbling under it all, i love you so much and i am endlessly proud of you for dealing with his shit without blowing up and doing something you can’t undo.”

billy finally held eye contact with you, his own glossy with unshed tears that only took one last blink for them to come rushing down his tanned face. you wiped away the streams, gripping the back of the californian boy’s neck to pull him towards you so you could place a gentle kiss against the now wet skin.

“what did i do to deserve you?” his deep voice reached your ears and you rolled your eyes playfully at the question.

“absolutely nothing hargrove.” you smiled, the same expression reflecting on billy’s features. “absolutely nothing.”

his hands that had been by his side throughout the whole interaction now rested on either side of your face and he slowly pulled you into a passionate kiss, his soft lips clashing with your own to give you the most love filled kiss he had ever given you. it almost brought you to tears of your own, feeling the deep intimacy in the act of affection that billy once was scared to show you, before you had broken down the walls the boy had built around himself over the years of neglect and abandonment.

the burn from lack of oxygen had you reluctantly breaking the kiss, one you had wished you could enjoy for two hours straight. a loving smile was present on your swollen lips, “sleep?”

billy smiled back and nodded, his eyes never leaving your own. “sleep.”

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i c u w them light skin undertones w o fine ass😩(click the top pic to view the full view ;)

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wanted (slowed) | mechanic!billy hargrove x male!reader

a/n — happy stranger things day! here's this, requested by @denim-devil but i couldn't find the request.. sorry babes this is kinda crackfic

warnings — smut 18+!, ass eating, doggy style, degradation

summary — After your car breaks down outside of Hawkins, a certain mechanic stops to help...

words — 2.8k

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"Shit."

The word flew off your tongue to account for every mile you were distanced from Hawkins as you swayed your sputtering vehicle to the shoulder of the asphalt you skidded on, feeling the front wheel of your car dip into the miry soil. You swore at least several times before your car finally halted, sitting on the rounded curve of a back road that you did not know the name of, and a harsh red glow came from your bumper lights as you turned on the hazard signals.

Each hurling drop of rain violently tapped against your car for a brief second, pattering quickly like the thump of your heart and the mile per minute your mind was still racing at, unlike your dormant automobile. The weather channel called for a storm all night, and if it were not for what was sitting in your backseat, you would not be in the middle of a downpour on some back road just a few miles from Hawkins. The word had traveled around that a new video store in the town next to Hawkins sold explicit tapes and magazines. Some neighbors complained about how vulgar it was to see anything like it on display, yet you indulged yourself in the disdainful word of others. They were a rarity, and you were alone, so it was an easy decision to pick them up the second you heard of them. Unfortunately, you lost the race to beat the rain on your way home. Now, they sat scattered in the back seat of your car, easily visible for anyone to peek over and see.

Taking a gander out the window and looking past all the little droplets of rain landing against it, you were greeted with absolutely nothing but vegetation and dampened road. Not a single payphone or bus stop could save you from this trouble, and the nearest mechanic was a long walk away. Billy, you think his name was, lived on a street you couldn't remember the name of and had a reputation for charging more than his services were worth. If there was nothing outside that could help you, then turning to the resources in your car might be the best option. Your hand reached for the overhead light as the other followed along with the dashboard until it slipped into the groove of the glovebox handle, fishing out a car manual in pristine condition.

Unlike many warped pages and manuals yellowed by smoke and age, yours had not even parted from the plastic shrinkwrap clinging to it. It was far from the thing you had hoped to have been reading tonight, but if it provided more help than what was in the pages of the magazines in the seats behind you, then so be it. The first few pages were nothing but categories and the like, with a small section detailing how to diagnose your vehicle's issues catching your eye. You turned to the page numbers noted and scanned through each line, praying for some piece of practical information to help you in any way possible.

To your surprise, a repeated tap came from the other side of your window a few moments later. It was heavier and carried imperfect timing that didn't sound like the rain. You turned to the window, rolling it down once your eyes landed on the shadowy form towering over you with one arm resting on the roof of your car. The rain started to spill through the opening, marking the dry surfaces with an iota of what he was doused in from merely walking from his car to yours. As for the man himself, he looked good in the rain, particularly soaking in it. The solid white tee underneath was made visible by his raised arm taking the flap of his drenched denim jacket with him, leaving the soaked cotton below to cling to his well-worked form, highlighting his buff chest and toned abdomen.

He reeked of smoke, but his teeth weren't yellow as he opened his mouth to talk, a growing smirk as he eyed you. It most likely took shape out of pity, "Hey, you need help?"

You knew the voice instantly, deep and tinged with tobacco in his lungs—Billy Hargrove, the mechanic.

"God, yes." You weren't sure if he could see the desperation in how you flicked through the various volumes and sub-categories of car issues, but he seemed to be the only person for miles. You expected him to mock you like the mechanics in Hawkins for not knowing a muffler pipe from a radiator beam, but the blonde beauty was straightforward with his help, skipping past the opportunity to tease you.

"Pop the hood." You listened to what the soaked man asked of you and reached for the small lever under the wheel, pulling it until you heard the first pop discerning itself from the distant cracks of thunder. He rounded the hood and propped it up with one hand before slamming it back down a few moments later, returning to the same spot he briefly left vacant.

His evaluation had only taken mere moments, leaving you a bit concerned. It could mean one of two things: your car was irreparable, or he knew exactly how to fix it. The best way to get the answer out of him was to ask. "What's wrong with it?"

"The radiator hose is all kinds of fucked up. It caused your entire engine to overheat," he explained, placing two hands over the split in the door your window descended between. The light spilled over his face—softly drenched but reaming with dominance. You couldn't hold a stare to it, breaking away from his gaze cast on you to eye his fingers. There were two rings, both chunky and filling space on the middle and index fingers on his left hand.

"Can you fix it?"

"Yeah, I got a spare one in the trunk. It might be a little big, but I’m sure it’ll fit. It'll cost you, though—just picked it up from the town over." There was a glint in his eyes as he spoke, gone with a wink directed at you; the hidden treasure in the depths of his piercing blues shone through. He tore his gaze away once he went, pacing back to his sleek, low-riding vehicle.

"Great!" You called out the window, but you were sure he didn't hear you. Billy seemed oddly absent from the conversation when in reality, he stopped to help you.

It wasn't a huge deal, though, since this wasn't a handout. You could pay Billy for his work and head home to enjoy the cozy indoors and the magazines in your backseat. Then, a sudden burst of panic consumed you; in your scattered state, you hadn't thought to hide them. Did the mechanic see the pitiful pages you planned to use for self-pleasure? Was that why he seemed gone from the conversation while you made yourself look like a fool?

You turned, checking to see if he was still occupied at his car so that you could stash the dirty magazines away from the divulgence provided by the light overhead, but he passed your open window and paced to the hood before you could lift a finger to move them. You popped it again without the need of his word, and he lifted the front end to replace the hose.

"The town over," those words prompted you to wonder why he made a specific mention of that. You glanced into the muddled mirror hanging off the side of your car, and you noticed that this stranger had come from the same direction as you. Maybe you were overcomplicating a simple remark that had no more depth than the road you slid on, but if he was like you, that road could be a barrier to the tender ground underneath. But, this was a rural area and a ways away from anyone else, so one wrong assumption could lead to more than your car taking a blow.

You shook the hope of this stranger being anything close to you in the ways you wished, figuring that you should get whatever cash you had left ready to fork over to him. Reaching for where you kept your money, dread welled inside you as you realized that you spent most of it on those magazines.

Your thoughts were left to gnaw and work their way open into your worries for the fifteen minutes it took Billy to replace the hose. At a certain point, he was back to standing at your window, his hair clinging even more to his face as he leaned down. You had no money, and your face wore that fact so well that you were sure he picked up on it.

You started to blabber, praying that he would be forgiving, "Is there any other way I could repay you? Maybe I could get you something nice at Starcourt?"

"I think I know how you could repay me," he nods his head to the back seat, "Don't think I didn't see those..."

The same panic from earlier rose, carrying your heart with it as you choked out each word, "Oh, yeah, take them. They're all yours."

Reaching for the magazines, you passed them to him without a second thought, watching the crisp, unturned pages softening in the rain. He thumbed through the pages, and his watered face made different expressions to the contents inside, "You're into all this? Jesus..."

Before you could even try to defend yourself, he was already letting the soaked pages slip from his fingers and to the ground. He dug his black-buckled boot into the mess of damp and muddied paper for effect. You didn't have to see it to hear the grit of the gravel shifting against the underside of his boot. Is that all this asshole wanted; to make you look bad? What could he want from you? The question seemed to answer itself.

"I'll give you something better to look at," he teased. The remnant of his stupid smirk returned, and this time you understood why.

You went for the door handle, both nervous and excited about what the local legend, and antagonizer, Billy, had in mind. You heard the door behind yours click, and when you stepped out into the rain, you saw his figure illuminated by the headlights of his cruiser.

"Get in," he briefed. His ring-barren hand held the door open, and you noticed how it was turning shiny from the splattered raindrops as you crawled into the backseat. Propping yourself on your hands and knees was the best way to give him full access in the awkward confinements of your car.

He had no trouble squeezing himself in, pushing you uncomfortably close to the opposite end of the car while giving himself more room than he needed. You could feel his damp clothes seeping onto yours, his mop-like hair being the worst offender by soaking everything it touched. Yet, his soaked clothes still provided a view of his stunning body, free of charge.

Billy wanted to do more than just look, though. He wanted to feel and let his hands wander. They cupped your ass and moved up to the hem of your pants, coming down with a single tug to reveal something you would never have thought he would take an interest in. There was a window above you that reflected the events taking place thanks to the light you turned on earlier. You could see Billy backing himself up, and you could feel his hands take a fistful of either mound of your ass before he softly tugged them away from each other.

His throat vibrated, and a wad of spit fell from his pursed lips, landing on your hole. One of his thumbs toyed with it for a moment, slicking your crack before he buried his damp face inside and let his warm, wet tongue do most of the work. His breath rolled along your lower back as he felt the intensity of it. He followed a cycle of licking your crevasse with a broad stroke, carefully dancing the tip of his tongue around your hole for an extra tease as he would stop, pull away, spit on it and return. A finger would find its way inside you during the process. It was usually one with a ring on it that stretched and loosened your hole. But he used his mouth for most of the dirty work. Every time his soft lips connected to you in some way, you urged to press back against it, against him.

Eventually, Billy grew rough, and his pace became too quick. It was evident that he needed some kind of relief, so he pulled away to fumble with the flap of his jeans. First, the button came undone, then you heard the slow descending zipper of his fly. You didn't need to glance at the reflection to know what he was packing--you had eyed it earlier in the dark, the thing drawing attention to itself like a lone flare.

A hand ran over your back until one hooked over your shoulder, and the other guided his cock. Billy wasn't entirely going in dry, but the work he had done to prepare you would make the pain a little easier to handle. The tip was the easiest part to take, his girth being the hardest to endure as it felt as thick as the beer cans he used to guzzle down in high school. But once he bottomed out, coasting his entire length inside you, it felt like the first half of a marathon. As he started to rock his hips, the sheer force behind it and eagerness to reach his climax became the apparent problem.

Billy was rough. His toned thighs flexed and worked with each thrust on his knees. Each hip-smacking push into you made it harder for Billy to resist flooding your ass in his release. He grunted and made animalistic noises, far from the composed manner he presented himself in. Loud smacks filled the car and echoed out into the silent backwoods before he finally gave into it and on an unexpected thrust, shot spurts of hot white dickspit in your ass. His thrusts turned languid as he finished inside you. You felt him bear his weight on you, his damp chest finally meeting your dry back. He kept at his thrusts, but they were weaker and driven by less force.

After a few moments of silence and incoherent mumblings, Billy pulled out, tucked himself away, and backed out of your car. "Goddamn, been waiting for a good slut to dump one in. Small towns aren't easy to find people willing to do this."

"You're not going to help me out?" You asked as you felt his presence grow distant.

Billy rode the wave of his ego-filled high, "Fixing your car was helping you. Come back for a full inspection, though, we can talk about it then."

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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18 | prologue

summary: billy has always loved the sea and his mother, and yet he has always known that love wasn't for him. Now that he's older he just has his Camaro and the routine of leaving girls bed's at dawn, yet nothing prepared him for what he saw on one of his nights out.

warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, mentions of sex.

listen to: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift | Family line - Conan Gray | This love - Maroon 5 (playlist here)

word count: 1.5k

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Billy Hargrove had always known that love wasn’t for him.

He might’ve not known it when he was too young when he didn’t manage to perceive what kind of relationship his parents had but god, as soon as he realized it, his perception of loved seemed forever tainted.

He loved his mother, he truly did. She was always there for him, she knew about his dreams and his fears and she never judged him for them. She gave him all the love that a mother would, but even a bit more as it seemed like his father didn’t really like him.

Neil Hargrove was a harsh man, he never showed even a drop of kindness to anyone and even less to his son. He was violent beyond words and although his punches were hard on Billy’s body, his words hit him even harder. It came to a point that Billy knew what his father would say about him as if it was a poem he had to memorize for school, it usually went as: you are worthless, how could I have such an idiot kid? I’m supposed to raise this pussy? Such a waste of space.

It hurt him a lot, he would spend hours crying by his mother’s side.

He didn’t believe it could get any worse, and yet it did.

As he grew older, he didn’t hide in his room like before when the fights between his parents started. The yelling, the screaming, the broken plates, the insults, and soon the punches that ended up with him in the middle trying to defend his mother against his father.

Not that he could do much at ten.

It wasn’t long before the only place where he felt safe wasn’t at home but on the ocean. He loved the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand, he loved the warm summer breeze that cooled off his cheeks and nose when he came to breathe from the water. Soon, his mother got him a surfboard and he couldn’t have been happier. He was so good at it, that his mother and others called him a natural. He could spend hours surfing without a care in the world, he liked how his golden curls soaked with the seawater and feeling like he was all alone as he was draped on his surfboard while resting.

And then his mother left him.

Billy didn’t surf again after that, it hurt too much. He asked her for so long if she was going to come back for him and yet although she had assured her that she would with a trembling voice, it never happened.

He has left with his dad.

He never went surfing again.

After that, something changed in Billy.

He remembered his first report cards, they described him as an extroverted and smart kid, who was kind to his classmates but soon the report cards turned into warnings of his violent tendencies and the multiple fights he got on with classmates of him over the smallest disagreement. People started to fear him at school and soon was known for starting and ending fights.

Then, his father married Susan Mayfield who later turned into Susan Hargrove. She was a beautiful, feminine, and most importantly a quiet woman, who obeyed his father and would stay quiet, unlike his mother. She also had a kid that was the opposite of herself. Max was a tomboy and she didn’t like anything that normal girls would like, she was never quiet and had a lot of opinions. If Billy was being honest, he saw a lot of him in Max.

Nonetheless, Billy’s distrustful demeanor didn’t allow him and Max to get along a lot of the time at first, although sometimes they did and Billy actually felt okay?

It started small, with Billy watching Halloween and Max joining in. Billy taught Max how to ride a skateboard that he was already getting bored as he thought about the car he wanted to buy when he turned sixteen. Billy then taught her how to actually fight. And the moments whenever Billy’s dad beat him, Max stood up for him and tried to protect him since Neil never got it in him to hit Max, she offered him ice after any fight and they would sit alone without talking while listening to music.

He wouldn’t say he loved her as a sister, but he appreciated her.

Soon, after his sixteen birthday, his favorite place became his Camaro. He had worked almost every day since he was fourteen to save enough money to afford it and he spend every day in that car. A deep part inside of him knew that his car reminded him of surfing and the ocean. The waves crashing against the sand were replaced by the engine of his car, the warm summer breeze could also be felt if he pulled all of his windows down and he was an actually good driver although he could be a little reckless.

Most importantly, his appearance plus the car allowed him to get some interesting attention from girls.

He didn’t realize it probably until he started High School, how people would watch him arrive at his cars, how girls would stare at him and how her cheeks would be tainted pink if he got too close to them and soon Billy had his first kiss. Honestly, it was mostly a stolen one by Sharon Carter, who had grabbed Billy by the neck and put her tongue down his throat.

He didn’t particularly enjoy it but with time everything got better.

Soon, Billy realized that if he didn’t enjoy his life and if his home was hell, he decided to take pleasure where he may find it since it was so scarce for him. He started to have fun with girls, multiple girls, but if he was being honest he was pretty picky on who he decided to go out with. Some called Billy a slut and he got the reputation because it did precede him since he was no one’s boyfriend but still, he didn’t particularly enjoy it and he really thought he had a certain code of honor.

He always was pretty clear about what he wanted, which was to mess around and have sex. He always was clear on what he wanted and what he was willing to give. So, he’d enjoyed the company of girls and enjoyed it well but as soon as he started to notice or feel like they were getting too close, too familiar, and have that glimmer in their eyes that only meant one thing, Billy would drop them and run away.

He did it in California, and he did it in Hawkins.

Nonetheless, with Summer over, Tommy and Carol had been all over Billy talking about how he probably should get a Queen otherwise his popularity would decline. He didn’t understand that if he was being honest, he believed that he was still on top but they gave him multiple reasons, such as the fear of the school wasn’t enough, that if he played with too many girls he would become an asshole and that if he wanted to graduate being Hawkin’s King, he should at least meet one girl to go to the major events and become the ‘it couple’.

Billy really thought it was mostly bullshit that Carol had seen in a movie or a magazine but it made him wonder. Billy didn’t ever feel like he was worth something outside the halls of the school and if he lost that, although he didn’t even enjoy being King that much, what worth would he have?

Those were the thoughts that were plaguing him as he drove in the early hours of the morning after leaving the house of his latest fling. He didn’t get too much sleep after the fact or when Tina started to cry once he told her he was done. Honestly, Billy just wanted to cease his thoughts about everything as he drove slowly on the foggy street outside of the suburbs with no end.

And then he heard the roar of an engine that snapped him wide awake.

He turned to his right to see someone.

On a motorcycle.

Not any motorcycle but a fucking Yamaha Vmax.

Billy squinted his eyes and then they opened wide as plates as they saw their legs, or her legs, the short skirt was riled up by the way she was leaning on her bike as she upped the speed.

He didn’t understand if she was going so fast because of the fun of it or because she was actually running away from something. He understood the thrill of going fast in his own car but the way she was driving was right down insane, he was aware that if Hopper caught someone going on the road like that they would be detained as soon as possible, and yet she didn’t seem to care.

And something lighted up in Billy.

A thrill, a desire, something just made him throw his caution out the window.

Without missing a beat, Billy hit his pedals, and off he went behind you.

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dearhargrove · 5 months

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Idk if ur requests are open but since it November now could you write a fluffy billy Hargrove x reader where they just get together and to Christmas stuff like watch movies and cuddle up by a fire with some hot chocolate just a cute Christmas fic

Cliché Christmas?

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

summary Billy came over after you called him asking to, expecting you just wanting to cuddle or something. Now he was in the kitchen making hot chocolate and listening to you rant about Christmas movies.

word count 664

warnings nothing really

a/n thank you for this cute request @onlyreadz !!! I'm a whore for typical cliché Christmas activities (& if I had a boyfriend he'd have to join in on all of them) so I loved writing this. Idek how I hadn't thought of this before

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You smile when you open the door, your boyfriend standing there with a grocery bag in his hand and a confused frown on his forehead.

“Babe-”, he starts and you ignore him, grabbing the bag and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You miss the small smile that interrupts his frowning because you start walking to the kitchen, excited to tell him what you had planned.

He follows after you, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as you unpack the plastic bag with a giddy smile. You'd called him earlier in the day and told him to get some groceries, he had protested at first and told you to do it yourself but after some pleading and pouting he easily gave in, pretending to be annoyed as you listed the items.

Now with the ingredients for hot chocolate and some usual Christmas snacks, like gingerbread cookies, you stem your hands on your hips and turn to him, a grin on your face.

He raises an expectant eyebrow, “So? Why'd you send me grocery shopping?” He asks. “You should've guessed by now…” you tease and step to where he's standing to throw your arms around his neck. He pretends to be unfazed and keeps his hands on the counter top he was leaning against with his hip. “Alright, I'm gonna be nice and tell you since you obviously can't guess. We're gonna have a movie night. Christmas themed.”

There's silence between the both of you but you see the discreet disbelief on his face as he takes in exactly what your plans for today were. Not getting the enthusiasm you were going for (but knew you wouldn't get) you huff and turn back to get started on two cups of hot chocolate.

“Baby… you should know I'm like the last person to do this shit,” he mumbles in his usual tone and you hear him move before his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he presses kisses along your neck.

“Yeah and I also know you would do everything for me, so please?” You ask and look at him he sighs as if he's in deathly pain and huffs a “fine”.

Cheering a quiet “yes” to yourself you instruct him to stir the milk and other things together while you start presenting the different movie choices you had rented.

You doubt he could be any less interested but by now you also know well enough that he would do pretty much everything for you and to spend some time with you, no matter the activity. So he grumpily helps pick a movie (all the same Christmas cliché movies) while stirring the hot chocolate.

He makes a face at the sweetness the drink would turn out to be but doesn't comment on it, your excited face keeping him from it.

Twenty minutes later and you're both on the couch, your cup a third empty and dangerously balanced on your knee (Billy had his eyes on it the entire time to make sure you wouldn't spill anything) while the movie was playing.

You're sitting squished into his side, legs on the couch and blanket draped over both of your lower bodies. The movie is almost done and you look up at him. The light from the tv is mirroring in his eyes, highlighting them even more. His curls had gotten even fluffier and curlier from the light snowing outside that had gotten caught in them when he'd arrived and you were resisting to ignore the mug in your hand and just play with his hair.

“You're staring pretty hard, love,” he mumbles and turns to you before tearing his eyes off the movie and focusing them on you. You smile bashedly and then snuggle closer against his chest, “thank you for doing this with me. I know you don't really like these typa things.”

He shrugs, “Ah, well. Got a beautiful girl to make up for it, don't I?”

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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Hey there, I’ve literally never done a request before so here I go!

Just- reader coming home from a night out with friends to billy passed out on their bed, who basically broke into their room and fell asleep waiting for them?

I’m going feral for billy I’m sorry 😞

- Sincerely, 🐁

needy boy

pairing: billy hargrove x gn!reader

genre: established relationship ,fluff

summary: billy the bad boy hargrove becomes all soft and needy

A/N: this is so cute! sorry it took a while for me to finish this anddd if it’s short, but anyways i hope you enjoy this. feedbacks are always appreciated! send in requests if you have or just talk to me if you guys feel like it ❤️‍🔥

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Your friend, Adeline invited you over her house and have a game night with your friend group. It’s finally midnight and you all decided to finish and head home, you hug them goodbye and head to your car. Opening your windows, you let the cozy cold wind enter your car as you hit the road with some soft music playing in the stereo.

After a good 20 minutes, you finally arrive at your home. You notice a familiar blue shiny car at the front; looking up to your bedroom, you see that your window’s open and the light’s on, i hope he’s not drunk and puked everywhere you thought. You park your car beside the Camaro and walk to the front door, your keys jangling as you unlock the door. You untie your shoes and take them off, then you jog upstairs to your room; you grab the doorknob and turn it softly.

You let out a big exhale, expecting a messy bedroom but instead, you were greeted by your boyfriend snoring quietly with an arm wrapped around one of your pillows. You smile at the view and approach him for a better look. You admire his features, how his thick long eyelashes perfectly adorned his face, his strong yet comforting scent, the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes. You come closer and place a soft kiss on his cheek, making him turn around and wake up.

His eyes twinkle and smirk forms on his lips as soon as he sees you. “Hi Y/N, I was waiting for you”

“Sorry baby, charades got competitive” you reply. Billy lets out a soft giggle causing you to do the same, “It’s okay, at least you’re here now”.

You sit beside him, setting a few strands of hair on his face away, “Why’d you come here and who’s with Max?” you ask.

“I brought her to El’s house, they’re having a sleepover. Then I thought of coming here and stay at yours” He says as he sits up. He grabs you by the waist and straddle you to his lap, he tugs some hair behind your ear - staring at you in awe. “You look amazing” he compliments, “as always” he adds. You cover your face with your hands, Billy never fails to make you blush like crazy. He takes them off and pulls you closer to him - kissing you.

You immediately melt into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him towards you even more. You pull away, “I need to change, and so do you. You have some clothes there on the top drawer of my dresser” you point. As you were about to stand up, he pulls you down again for a quick peck, “You’ll get more in a bit, Billy” you say - getting back up and change to your pajamas and Billy does the same.

After changing, he hops back up and pats the space beside him, “come on now and give your boyfriend some love”.

“Alright alright” you say as you lay down beside him and give in to the needy boy.

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idjitlili · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x reader

You make me breakout.

Summary: After noticing you with Max, Billy harbours feelings which do not come clear to him until he ends up on your doorstep once again.

Word count:2328

Warnings: Mentions of Neil, language,

A/n: Billy lives au, Max and Billys relationship is improving. Based kinda over how I'm feeling lately.NOT MY IMAGES , also don't question them.

Billy hadn't noticed you at school because you never went to Hawkins high. Your family had moved to Hawkins after highschool had ended. He had noticed you talking his sister, Max on multiple occasions, and the other kids and Steve. He had told himself that was because you worked with Steve. Billy had even went into the video store claming to be looking for Max, funny how he never went in unless he saw you in the store.

When Max had announced to him that her and Robin ( not mentioning the boys for obviously reasons, Billy wouldn't allow it) were staying over at Y/n's house. Not until Billy had questioned who that was did a devilish grin crept up his face.

" Oh, I'll drop you off, don't want to start an argument with Neil. Bullshit and he knew it , she knew it. If she protested Max knew it would be hopeless. Not long after Billy drove to your house. With his music blaring he did love to make an entrance.

When the party excluding Will and Eleven had came to you ,knowing you had the house to yourself, asking if they could have their campaign at your house. Using the word 'asking' was not appropriate it was more like 'We are having our campaign at your house.' Dustin shining you a toothy grin before giving Eddie a wide eye grin almost to say 'see'. Eddie only shook his head in fake disagreement, his hands tucked deep in his jean pockets.

Apparently they couldn't go to Mikes because the plumbing was being fixed and they coouldnt't go to Steve because he had been dragged out of town by his dad. ( Supposedly, big business trip that his dad wanted to convince Steve to join his fathers company. Supposedly from Robin anyways.)

Oh, speaking of Robin yes she was staying over too as to not leave Max out of the party if she didn't want to play D&D which she did not. Figuring you, Robin and Max would just hangout whilst they played and the boys would likely just be going home after the campaign ( or so you hoped, didn't want them to ransack your kitchen in the morning).

The party hadn't arrived before you heard the purring and blaring of rock music traveling down the street. Robin had arrived previously and was sitting on your sofa going on flicking through the tv channels . The music came to an abrupt stop which was followed by the slamming of two doors.

Robins eyes flicked up to yours, where you stood in the door way. " Max." Is all she said before the door was knocked.

Your socked feet turning smoothly on the hardwood floor, making your way towards the door. Your fingers clutching the handle the cold metal against your palm as you unlocked the door. Pulling the wooden door to rest against your shoulder, so that the door was only partly open.

In front of you stood Max smiling slightly, sympathetically almost, as she clutched her sleepover bags, her headphones rested around her neck. Next her stood her brother, it was hard not to hear about Billy Hargrove , more specifically his ass. His hands stuffed deep in his front pockets, chewing the piece of gum with a toothy grin. Flirtatious grin.

"Hi , you must be y/n." Max rolling her eyes because Billy definitely just pushed his hair back with his palm ( Danny Zuko moment for sure,) purposely flexing his muscles. His tank top exposing his chest.

"Yes, and you're Billy." You thought maybe that tone would but him him off deciding not to let him to say more.

"Thanks for dropping Max off." You continued opening the door for Max and shutting it harshly behind her as she scurried in. Billy had scoffed smirking lingering on his face as he stood for a moment before heading for his car, swinging his car keys around his finger as he did.

Knowing Billy wouldn't be too happy with the boys coming over you had decided your harsh actions were necessary to get rid of Billy before the boys arrived shortly. For being roped into having the kids over and Eddie you had a good time. The boys ended up falling asleep at your house because the campaign had lasted longer than intented( well so they insisted).

Maybe that wasn't a good idea as your previous actions were to protect Max from trouble with her brother. The house was so loud in the morning that when you and Robin were clearing the mess from the kitchen, no one heard the door being knocked multiple times. All the blankets and pillows littered the floor could be seen as Billy opened your door ( that's really safe) his boots making contact with flooring .

His eyes darting around the entrance of your house calling out for Max. He saw all the sleeping equipment that was clearly for more than three individuals, seeing the boys arguing with his sister in the middle of it. You were heading into the living room when you almost bumped into Billy.

"O-oh,I didn't hear y-"

"Max said only Robin would be here." From Billy you half expected to go on rampage on how the boys had obviously slept over. Though he was still very unimpressed, feeling small under his harsh glare comparedly to how he looked at you the day before. Your socked feet slippery against the hard wood floor.

Instead he just let out a low chuckle as he looked around thinking for moment his hand against his jaw. Stereotypical hot guy action, looking at you Jensen Ackles. Quickly regaining your posture, staring him dead in the eye.

"They're like fourteen, don't cream your fucking pants they were playing D&D in the dining room whilst Max , Robin and I watched movies and ate pizza. Max and Robin stayed in my room. For the fucking record Steve owes me big."

"Such a filthy mou-"

"I wasn't finished, dickbag. If I hear that you go off at her for this , I swear I'll bite your fucking dick off. "

The gaping hole of his mouth turned to a straight line. The blue danced in his eyes like fireworks, his pupils dilated huge. Both of you unaware of the army of gremins hidden behind the sofa. Billy and you sharing eye contact, Billy unsure what to say, though those thoughts were quickly interrupted.

With fast pace Dustin had ran to the door after hearing several knocks to your door. The sound of Steves voice made both yours and Billy's heads to snap towards the door.

"Where have you been, man?!"

"Well I am so sorry, I'm not working at family video for the rest of my- ew what's he doing here."

"Awe, sweet talking me, Harrington?" Scoffing at Billy, folding his arms weight on one foot more than the other, Steve had look of disgust and disinterest written on his face. For moments only before Robin and Dustin had stolen him away , tug of war pretty much as they both ranted at him. Following behind them in search of Max informing her that her ride is here.

Your encounters with Billy were more frequent after that, very frequent. Not that he was stalking you or anything but he just started taking Max literally everywhere. She didn't have to ask either.

The Billy that everyone had met when he came to Hawkins was different to the person you had come to known. Maybe the change had happened because he had graduated highschool and no longer had portray constant asshole badboy. Though, he had his monents everybody gets that way. Nobodies perfect you live and learn it.

He had quickly used the money from lifeguard job and the current money he was earning from his mechanic job to rent a place to stay. He wanted to go back California to visit where his mum layed to rest, he wanted to move back in honesty. He would tell himself he needed to stay and save more but really he couldn't bare to leave Max with Neil. Worry drowned him that his old man would turn to her now he was gone. Can you imagine the look on Steves face when he pulled into the garage with his car to see Billy?

"Hey, Winchester? Johnnnn? Dad sent me-"

"He's not here, whatcha need?" Seeing Steves face drop made Bilpy laugh as he placed down the rag from his hand wiped his hands on his overalls qnd made his way towards him. Billy would take over the shop often when John was busy with his sons.

Billy rarely went to parties anymore and couldn't go to bars to drink. He found himself lonely which was weird for him , sure he was lonely living with his dad but that was different. He was more isolated. Less and less did he brought women home or in some cases the back of his car. Truthfully he had began to thinking about you a lot, more than a lot. He wouldn't admit he had a crush god no. He hadn't had a crush in years. He always got whoever he wanted , but not you.

More often than not he ended up on your door whether or not if Max was there or needed to be dropped off. Your late night conversations with Billy almost became routine, many reasons caused your perspective of Billy to change. Him asking Max constant what movies did she like, what was the album she had been wanting, giving the kids rides even lucas without trying to kill anyone.

So, when he had turned up at your house again you hadn't needed to think before you had let him in. Sometimes you would go to him but mostly he came to yours. Usually you'd both lay in your bed the glow of the tv the only source of light. Nothing sexual, only company and someone to talk to. Your sleepovers with Billy were more frequent than the ones with Max and sometimes he'd be there too. There was barely any point for Billy to be renting he was barely home.

His knuckles tapping gently against the hardwood of your door, you were waiting for him. Even though you didn't ask for him to come , you had hoped. In a baggy t-shirt you pulled yourself from the sofa, bare feet padding against the floor. Opening the door Billy studied your tear stained face, not mention you looked like you hadn't slept, trembling body.

Pushing you into the house pulling you into a hug, his arms around shoulders as he closed and locked the door behind. Your arms latching around his waist, the smell of smoke and mint engulfing your nose, tears soaking the cotton of his tank. One of his hands gently gently rubbing your back the other holding your head to him.

"Shh, It's alright, i've got you now."

Whether it was anxiety or loneliness maybe a few months ago you definitely would not have believed Billy would take care of anyone like he did you. The fact is he just wanted to loved and thrown away like a piece of gum after being used. He didn't want to sleep with different women each night. You took care of eachother.

Removing his shoes and jeans Billy pulled a pair of joggers from your wardrobe slipping them on. Kneeling on your floor fingers gently placing the video in your Vhs player, screen lighting up.

"Rocky horror? Tired of Indiana Jones?"

"Never," Billy had already gotten in your bed turning of the lamp you climbed in next to him. His arm immediately wrapping around you pulling you closer to him. At the start Billy would sleep on the floor, considering the first time he was blackout drunk and bloody. Then over time you'd talk to eachother about more personal subjects.

His breath on your neck as your eyes stuck to Tim Curry on the screen. "What's bothering my girl?"

Tears long gone since Billy had just held you for an hour. Heat travelling to your face even though he had been using constantly for a month. The kids often discussed whether you were together as Billy was not afraid to use the petname infront of literally everyone with his arm latched around you. He had to be near you or touching you. The kids and Robin betting on how long it would take, Steve outright denying you'd ever be with Billy Yuck.

"Fed up, I guess. I couldn't sleep again."

"I don't get why you don't call me instead of worrying. "

" Figured you were busy." The scoff that came out of his mouth was harshy as he moved his arm from you to grip your hand under the cover interlacing them with yours.

"Bullshit. Look at me." Your eyes still on the tv, not moving until his calloused hand cupped your jaw causing you to lock eyes with his. The light from the tv illuminating his features.

" Y/n, I care about you...fuck, I think I love you. You matter to me above everything, you're the only one that I can come to. " both yours and Billy's eyes widening after his words but he had continued nevertheless. You believed his words maybe that was stupid. Glancing at his lips briefly before pressing your lips against his soft ones , a tiny peck which still caused Billys mouth to open slightly in shock.

"I love you too, Billy."

Another night falling asleep next to Billy and waking under confined with his arm around you, breath on your exposed neck.

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