#Just Billy taking care of Steve is something so special to me

[plistommy]

Steve waking up from a nightmare and Billy holding him after will always have such a soft spot in my heart…

He’d kiss Steve’s forehead and tell him that everything will be okay, that he was here to keep Steve safe and no one could hurt him or the people he loved as long as Billy was around. Steve would laugh softly at that.

He’d hold Steve till the sun starts to creep its way through the blinds, Steve’s back to his chest as the boy finally falls asleep relaxed in Billy’s arms.

[melodymunson]

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chapter 7 Billy Hargrove x fem reader

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Chapter 7

Loss of virginity, vaginal sex, sex with a condom, aftercare

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me.

Reader goes on a date with Billy and loses her virginity.

Another week went by with you working as a lifeguard and some shifts with Steve and Billy. Even though Heather was there, she mainly kept to herself instead of embarrassing you. Barb and Nancy visited you at the pool one day during your shift. When you were on your lifeguard tower one day looking through magazines with Nancy and Barb, you noticed Steve and Billy staring while you sucked on a red, white, and blue popsicle.

It must be the sexy Polaroid pictures you left in their lockers. Steve had been taking you on dates a bit nothing special, but he paid. Billy and Steve were both charming, but you had your eyes set on Billy. Steve and you had been hooking up. The occasional oral, more hand jobs for him, and even 69’ing. You weren’t a couple though, and didn’t label the relationship.

Billy being the cocky guy he was, walked over to you during your break and put his hand on your shoulder.

“I was thinking we should go on a date. Just you and me, doll. A night out doing whatever you want.”

“How about the drive-in movies? I would love to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show on the big screen.”

“Hmm, so this Saturday maybe I can pick you up? I know girls can’t resist my Camaro.”

He was right. His car was a Chevy and sleek. You would be the luckiest girl at that drive-in.

“Well, how about after? Maybe see where the night takes us or we could do something. If there’s drinking, it might not be a good idea for us to drive.”

“I like how you think. Sneak in booze and drink a bit. Let's play it by ear though.”

You reached out touching his biceps and squeezing it admiring the skull tattoo on his shoulder.

“Pick me up at 8 then, Billy.”

The rest of the week, you pick the best outfit and decide on your makeup. There was no way you could go to your place after the date. Heather would be around. The week after, you would have the place to yourself while your family was camping with the neighbors.

If Billy asked you to have sex with him, you would be sure to be safe and ready. Condoms and of course, clean STI/STD tests. Going out one day you bought protection, being sure to have lube and condoms, not wanting to be without. Just in case Billy didn’t bring any along. But what if he didn’t like virgins…

Steve soon found out you were going out with Billy and you just hoped he wasn’t too jealous. Throughout the summer, you have spent some of your best days with your friends and at the pool. It was finally happening though, and you could be with Billy. As far as a relationship was concerned, you would just take your time with that.

The day of the date Heather was lurking in the hallway as you were getting ready and doing your makeup. You dressed up for the occasion and go as Magenta for the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Complete with the dress, apron, tights, and red wig, you did your makeup just like Magenta. Heather came into your room just as you were spraying some perfume and putting on lotion.

“What do you want Heather?”

“I don't like that tone you are taking with me. I just wanted to say you’ve come a long way. Even if we aren't biological sisters, I still care about you, alright? Just be careful.”

She had a point. Heather had her moments of being an overprotective sister, after all. She meant well though, and you couldn't possibly be upset with her. Even though she got on your nerves and even though you fought, sometimes she was still your sister for better or for worse.

“Thanks, Heather. I mean sis.”

“By the way, for what it's worth, you look great and Billy is a really lucky guy.”

Billy showed up about a half hour later in his Camaro and you were getting even more excited. Hopefully, he would like your outfit and makeup. He rang the bell and you answered. Billy was wearing ripped jeans, black boots, and a button-up black long-sleeved shirt. He also smelled of a nice cologne that was most likely sandalwood.

“Missed you, Billy. I can't wait for our date.”

“Well, you won't have to miss me any longer.”

Now in his car, he turned on the radio, and the familiar sound of Judas Priest's painkiller blasted through the speakers. You were handed flowers from him beautiful dozen red roses. Billy eyed you as he drove and he was just glad to be there, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing it. The car ride there was nice, and you loved his taste in music.

“I forgot to mention just how beautiful you are tonight in that outfit. It's so amazing you did your best to be Magenta.”

“Ready to do the time warp with your Magenta then tonight, Billy?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Damn right, I am, doll.”

Soon you were at the drive-in paying your entry fees and then picked a space in the middle of the drive-in parking lot. Lots of people were there, and it was dark now. The movie's opening trailers were starting. Billy rolled down the windows slightly to bring in some fresh air.

“So you wanna get some snacks, maybe? My treat. Whatever you want.”

He took out his wallet and gave you a twenty.

“Thanks, Billy. I’ll get popcorn, sodas, candy. Anything else?”

“Sounds good doll. Whatever you want, like I said, I’m good for it.”

When you stood in line to get your snacks, you noticed there was Karen there with Ted. You wanted to tell her off. All these years of knowing she wanted to put the moves on Billy. All that was stopping her was probably her husband. With him around, though, it was pointless to make a scene. Once you got your Sour Patch Kids, red vines, and popcorn with extra butter and a little salt, you filled up your sodas at the self-serve station with a Dr. Pepper and a cherry Coke.

“Billy, I’m back,” you told him joyously as you got to his car.

Billy opened your door for you and you got in with the tray. Deciding not to tell him about the encounter with Karen you would just enjoy the night instead. She was not worth the energy.

“Well, doll, this looks great. Movies starting.”

Billy leaned over and kissed you. When the opening song sequence started, you sang along and ate some popcorn drinking your Dr Pepper as Billy drank some cherry coke. He added a bit of vodka to each of your sodas and put a finger to his lips as he laughed softly.

By the time they had made it to the sequence of Meatloaf's last scene, you and Billy had finished devouring the popcorn and were working on the candy as he sang along to Meatloaf's part. Being close to him like this and having a date night was something you imagined happening, even in your wildest dreams. He knew every word of every song, and it was like he was your perfect match.

“Billy, I think tonight has been wonderful,” you told him excitedly as you leaned on close leaning your head against his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his, and holding hands.

“Me too, sweetheart. It's been great. The movie, the snacks, but you the most.”

Both of you were done with your liquor sodas now and feeling the buzz. It was great to be drinking and spending time with Billy enjoying the movie. Of all the guys in town, Billy had his certain charm and charisma. Sure, Eddie and Steve were great, but Billy was, too. As Frank N Furter was singing about returning to his home planet again, you and Billy were moving to the beat and singing a bit wasted but feeling good.

The movie got better with every watch but seeing it at the cinemas instead of on VHS was just a different feeling. Nothing could compare to watching a movie on a big screen. Billy was the life of the party usually, and tonight was no different for him. In a way, he had stolen your heart. Of anyone you could be with tonight, you were so glad it was with Billy.

“Princess, you wanna go somewhere after this?”

“I don't think you should drive Billy. How about a nearby hotel?” You suggested trying to sound alluring as you put your hand on his thigh squeezing it.

Billy's lips crashed against yours and pulled you onto his lap, pinning you down and growling.

“Fuck. Sounds like the best idea ever.”

You took some condoms out of your pocket showing him you had protection.

“I have some too in my wallet, but not here.”

“Billy, I'm a virgin,” you admitted.

“I figured as much. I haven't been with anyone in about a month. I’ll show you clean tests.”

Reaching into his glove compartment he pulled the papers out letting you look at them as he lit up a cigarette and inhaled slowly blowing the smoke outside the window. As you looked through the papers, you nodded. He was honest, which was a good thing, and he was clean.

“I’ve done stuff though, and I got tested recently.”

You took out the papers from your purse showing him. Billy glanced at them and nodded, smiling. The movie would soon be over and no doubt as the credits rolled, a big crowd would be trying to leave the outdoor theater grounds. As the last song started, you made a suggestion.

“Now we should go to that hotel.”

Billy nodded, planning to pick a nice hotel. Somewhere upscale for his date and girl, not some dinky motel room. Typically, Billy wouldn’t be with virgins, but he had strong feelings toward you. As Billy drove, you sang along to the song Painkiller by Judas Priest called Touch of Evil. There wasn't much talking as Billy drove, but the feeling of excitement was palpable in the air.

When he parked he opened your door, going with you to get a room paying for the night, and getting the keys. Soon you were in the hotel room with Billy. Deciding to bring inside the red roses he had gotten for you earlier, you took them to the bed putting some rose petals on it, and then taking some to the bathroom.

“Billy, can we take a bath first?”

“Of course, beautiful.”

As you filled the tub you put some rose petals into the water and some bubble bath before removing your wig. You felt grateful to be there with him and you had even brought some sexy lingerie with you, wanting to wear it for him tonight. The hotel room was nice and even better than you expected it to be. When the tub was full you sunk into the water with Billy getting into the water soon after.

“This feels nice, Billy so warm and relaxing and I’m so glad to be here with you.”

“Me too. I like your company and we are good together, I think. The movie was fun.”

As Billy washed you up you sighed happily, closing your eyes. The soap smelled like French vanilla. He was tender with you and washed you up nicely. He was the best and just a true romantic at heart. Most people in Hawkins had the wrong idea about Billy. Even if you didn’t see him again after tonight, you wouldn’t regret this or anything with him.

“I think everything with you is fun, Billy. Now I want to wash you.”

“That's a great idea, doll.”

Billy had such a beautiful body and physique. His cock was so big, veiny, and girthy. You washed his upper body first taking your time with the wash cloth and making sure he enjoyed every moment of this bath.

“Your hands are so nice. I’m glad you came here with me. It was a pleasant surprise and you wanted to come here. No complaints, though.”

“Thank you, Billy. I just wanted to spend some quality time alone, and at least we can be alone here.”

Billy nodded and gasped as you reached his legs your hand brushing over his cock before you washed it too making him buck his hips and groan softly. After you finished washing him, you leaned against his chest relaxing in the water. When the water was lukewarm, you got out to dry off and give him a good view of your ass.

“Let's just relax and watch a little TV maybe,” Billy suggested as you were all dried off now and brushing your teeth.

“Maybe we could find a movie on TV.”

As you went to the bed, you bounced on it, feeling happy as he turned on the TV. You went to your purse getting out the pink and purple trim lingerie with material made of silk and lace. Billy eyed you as you put it on and he settled on the movie Caligula. There was an orgy unfolding on screen, and to say you were intrigued was an understatement. The movie starred Malcolm Mcdowell and Helen Mirren but some parts were downright pornographic.

“You look so sexy wearing that, gorgeous,” Billy boasted as he removed his towel and got into bed.

The sheets were soft and you were glad everything looked clean. Turning on the bedside lamp to a low setting, you cuddled in next to Billy trying to enjoy the movie. Billy leaned in kissing you as another sex scene unfolded on screen.

"Billy, I want you to fuck me. Get the condoms," you requested, sounding desperate.

"My needy little thing. You want me to fuck you, huh? I love the sound of that."

He took out a condom and unwrapped it with his teeth before tossing the wrapper aside. He stroked himself trying to get hard.

"I'll help with that."

You straddled his leg and sucked the tip of his cock and then kissed along his shaft. He hissed as your mouth was on his cock.

"Sit on my face, doll," he commanded as he grabbed your ass, squeezing it.

You positioned yourself so you were straddling his face. He moved the lingerie slip up your body so he could get good access to your pussy. Wasting no time he went to work fingering and sucking your clit as you bobbed your head on his cock making him gasp and work in sync to get each other off.

"Mm, fuck doll your mouth is perfect. Such a good girl for me," Billy praised you in between licks and thrusts with his fingers inside.

As your warm mouth pleased him, Billy felt like he was in pure heaven and he knew if he kept going like this much longer with you then he wouldn't last as long. He slapped your ass as you took him as deep as you could, mouth-watering. Your pussy clenched his fingers and tongue as he ate you out, causing you to make lewd noises around his cock.

"I want you to fuck me now, doll."

You popped off his cock and maneuvered so you were hovering above his cock, condom in hand now, wrapping it around his thick shaft. Once it was on, you sank onto his cock slowly, inch by agonizing inch until he was filling you up to the hilt.

"Oh fuck, Billy, you are so big."

Your first time fucking a man and you were on top. No less with Billy Hargrove. It was all you wanted and pure bliss.

"Mm baby, you feel so tight. Fuck, I love this pussy already."

Billy's lips clashed against yours as he let you adjust to him fully. Giving him no warning you thrust yourself on his cock and bit his lips as he ferally grunted and you moaned against his lips- tongues tangling and you tugged on his wavy locks of hair as you looked deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love your big cock. Billy fuck me harder please!” You pleaded to want him to fuck you as he pleased.

“Anything for you, babe.”

Billy was thrusting his hips establishing a steady pace as he filled you to the brim with his cock his balls slapping erratically as he grabbed your hips tightly. You pleased yourself by using your fingers and rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Fucking him felt sensual and as your tongue wrapped around his cock, gasps escaped his mouth and your lips elicited airy groans of pure bliss causing Billy to bounce you faster on his cock.

“Oh fuck yes, Billy, give me that big cock!” You seductively moaned as he gave into your desires and request picking the pace up his hands now on your ass kneading it as you sucked on his neck causing him to growl in animalistic fury.

Now that your wish to fuck Billy and lose your virginity to him was coming true, you were intending on making this one of the best sexual awakenings. The TV was still on but neither of you was paying any attention as you fucked each other senseless. Embracing passionately and being skin-on-skin. Even with the condom as a barrier, his cock felt incredible inside and you could feel it in your belly.

You had never moaned this loudly before or cried out like Billy was making you and you were feeling like you were on top of the world. The pain had lessened from him being inside and like the perfect gentleman, Billy got you wet with foreplay before fucking you. Telling people in the future you had lost your virginity to Billy and fucked him hard was going to be a story you would tell for a long time.

“Yeah, that's right. Gonna fuck this pussy until you cum. Baby, I’m getting close. Fuck! Please tell me you are too.” He grunted as he slowed his thrusts, trying to draw out his impending orgasm wanting to prolong it until you came first.

Closing your eyes you basked in the sensations of his cock and your fingers as you kept up a steady rubbing on your‌ sensitive clit. Panting and holding onto the bed rail, you made the bed shake with your movements on top pinning him to the bed. He pistoned his hips and gyrated running his fingers over your erect nipples, pinching them and earning pretty cries from your lips.

“Yes, Billy I’m gonna cum!” You keened as you tilted your head back and scratched his chest leaving imprints with your nails.

Billy’s kisses stifled your cries as he spanked your clit and fucked into you harder, causing waves of orgasm to wash over you. He maneuvered so you were underneath him, wrapping your legs around him as his balls became full of cum and his cock leaked pre-cum inside the condom. Any moment now he would cum and you couldn’t wait to have all his cum.

“Where should I cum?”

“Over my chest. Please!” You whined.

Billy thrust three more times before pulling out and removing the condom stroking his cock as he painted your chest, tits, and nipples with his seed. Reaching for Kleenex, he cleaned you up and lay down next to you for cuddles.

“Thank you Billy for my first time.”

“You got it doll.”

You fell asleep enraptured in his arms soon after.

You wanted to go over to Nancy’s and tell her the good news. She would be so happy for you to lose your virginity. When she lost hers, she was over the moon about it. Barb was surely at Nancy’s already since you had a movie night to see the newest John Hughes movie, Pretty In Pink. Arriving at Nancy’s you were greeted by Karen.

“Hi, Karen.”

“Excuse me what did you call me?”

“Karen. That's your name, isn't it? Look, I know you have had a thing for Billy for a while now. I know your game and what you are up to. Stay away from him and stay away from the Hawkins pool. He's mine.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“I’m trying to play nice but you have a family and kids. If you don't want them to know about how you feel about Billy, then back off.”

With a startled look on her face, she stood there baffled before you marched off into Nancy’s room. She could think what she wanted. Let her think you had sex with Billy. Maybe she didn't know and thought you hadn't fucked him. Either way, you were so beyond done with her.

Now in Nancy’s room, you saw Barb and Nance spread out on the bed with snacks, watching previews for the movie. Sitting down in between them you grabbed some popcorn and a Dr. Pepper.

“So how was your time with Chrissy and Robin last weekend?” Barb asked curiously.

“It was nice, but I finally slept with Billy. He asked me out to the movies, then we did it at a hotel.”

“That's a big deal. You feel any different now?” Barb asked curiously as Nancy looked at you with wide eyes.

“It was good. It hurt at first, but I liked it.”

“Okay but what about with Robin and Chrissy did anything happen?” Nancy demanded.

You crossed your arms getting defensive with her now.

“I hooked up with them. We had a threesome.”

Barb looked a bit shocked as Nancy’s expression turned glum.

“Are you kidding me? I thought I told you I had feelings for Robin,” Nancy spat out bitterly.

“That was over a year ago. You are with Jonathan,” you shot back.

Nancy rolled her eyes and glared at you.

“Don't take that tone with me. You know what you should leave. You broke the girl code.”

Getting up you looked to Barb who looked down on the floor after she mouthed ‘sorry.’

“Fine, I’ll leave.”

“I just don't want to see you right now,” Nancy told you with a huff.

You got up to leave, with Barb following behind you. Out of earshot now, you looked at her with anger in your eyes.

“Just give Nance some time to calm down. She’ll get over it.”

“I hope.”

You hugged each other before you left making sure to flip Karen off on your way out.

Chapter 8 Eddie Munson x fem reader Let's put the x in sex.

Nsfw warnings: anal play, rimming, usage of toys, strap-on, pegging, anal sex.

After you go out with Eddie to a barbeque, you end the night with some fun at your place. Eddie suggests you try something new and have a night filled with passion and new firsts.

The next week, you spent home relaxing, working, and staying away from Nancy. You didn’t want to pursue Robin, but Nancy didn’t care. Barb had called to tell you that Nancy and Jonathan had broken up. If she wouldn't apologize, then you wouldn’t either.

Karen had stopped showing up at the local pool, which was fine with you. You would talk to Billy and Steve at the pool sometimes, but you didn’t go on any more dates with them. Eddie was your next pursuit, and you couldn’t wait to be with him on a date soon. He promised to play a new song for you– acoustic– at an upcoming town barbeque.

The day of the bbq, you got ready and hoped there wouldn’t be any weird tension if Barb and Nancy were there. It would be nice to see Eddie, though. Eddie was meeting you there, and you dressed nice but comfortable. You chose a black leather skirt, a Corroded Coffin tank top, and platform boots with a black denim battle jacket.

Once you complete your look with platform red heels and fishnets, you put on makeup: smokey eyeshadow and eyeliner, black lipstick. Eddie wouldn’t know what hit him. Earlier that week, you had bought more toys at the sex store, including a strap-on, since you had so much fun using it with Robin and Chrissy.

What Eddie didn’t know yet was that you were anal training and had already gone up another size with your butt plugs. Not only that, but you had bought glass and rubber dildos of bigger sizes and you used them on your ass. You could even get yourself off and cum just by anal penetration.

When you arrived at the barbeque, you got cold water and met up with Eddie. When you found him by his van, he was smoking a cigarette. Embracing you in a hug you breathed in his scent. Soon you had plates of food, including ribs, steak, potato salad, and pasta salad. For dessert, there would be s’mores.

He looked so sexy wearing his cutoff ripped black jeans, a Metallica tank top, and combat boots. Eddie always knew how to look heavy metal. And his Dio vest was present like usual, one of his favorite battle jackets.

“I’m glad you came, sweetheart. I’m just glad I can see a familiar face. My friends bailed on me.”

“Me too Eddie. I’m not friends with Nancy at the moment. Don’t ask though. It's a long story and she and Jonathan broke up recently.”

“That sucks. Well, I’m sorry to hear that.”

He ate some pasta salad and wiped his mouth with a napkin as you opted to eat some potato salad. The food was good, and the town barbeque was off to a good start and would be a big hit with the townsfolk. There were burning questions on your mind but you would ask Eddie them when the time was right.

“I’m okay, Eddie. I wish I had my best friend again. Barb’s been great though.”

“I understand. Look, you are amazing and Nancy will come to her senses.”

He reached out taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. The way he touched you and looked at you with his doe-brown eyes practically made you melt on the spot. Weeks ago you had his dick in your mouth and now you were enjoying a bbq together.

You finished your food with small talk and then got the supplies for making s’mores just as it got dark. The night would hopefully only get better, and Eddie was being so nice. You couldn't help but look at his ringed fingers as he twirled the marshmallow over the open campfire.

“You roast marshmallows pretty well princess.”

“Thanks, Eddie. I try.”

He put his arm around your shoulder as you roasted your marshmallows to golden brown and blew out the flame. You arranged the graham crackers and the chocolate on your plate and made your s’more. Trying it you chewed thoughtfully. Eddie tried it and was licking his lips after a big bite.

“You have some on your face, Eddie!” You playfully joked before licking it off.

Eddie smiled pulling you in for a gooey and chocolate s’more filled kiss. Your tongues tangled and when you broke free of the kiss, breathless. You continued to eat your s’mores hand-feeding each other. The joy didn’t last any longer because you saw Nancy there with Robin flirting shamelessly as they drank from their blue solo cups.

“Nancy’s here. Great.”

Eddie looked up and frowned.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

“I won't possibly object to that, Eddie.”

He took your hand leading you to his van. Once you were inside, he started his engine and the familiar sound of Corroded Coffin's new song Apocalyptic came on.

“Where to, sweetheart?”

“My house. I have the place all to myself tonight.”

Eddie leaned over kissing you again and squeezed your thigh.

“Sounds perfect.”

He began the drive to your place as the moon and stars came out in full view in the near distance. Hopefully, he'd play his acoustic guitar for you tonight. You wanted nothing more than that.

“You gonna play your guitar for me, metalhead?”

“Of course, sweetheart. I can't wait to.”

He put the pedal to the metal to arrive at your place sooner, making you giggle. Soon he arrived parking in your driveway and turning off the engine. Once you got inside, he brought his guitar to your couch as you turned on a lamp and sat next to him.

As Eddie strummed his guitar tuning it up, you leaned in close and kissed him. He soon started playing Apocalyptic, and you were all smiles as he put all his passion and everything he had into one of his favorite Corroded Coffin songs. His voice was incredible, and the instrumental parts were just as good. His fingers and rings as he played the notes looked so strong and you admired his movements on the fretboard.

“Eddie, you are amazing!”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

He kissed you pulling gently on the guitar pick necklace he had gifted you. His fingers twined with yours, his finger brushing lightly over the mood ring he had given you that you were wearing on your middle finger. You hadn't taken it off since he put it on you that night at Hawkins Pool after the concert.

“Wanna take a shower?” You suggested.

“Hell yeah.”

Getting up you made your way to the shower with Eddie turning on the warm water and undressing before getting in slowly. The water felt amazing, and you were all over Eddie kissing and touching him, grabbing your chest and you grabbed his cock as you teasingly jerked him off with the washcloth. Getting on your knees you finished washing him before he washed you.

“Mm, that feels so good, Eddie. I want to do something different tonight.”

“Different how? I’m up for almost anything.”

“Anal. I want you to be my first for that, if you are clean, I mean.”

He was on his knees cleaning your pussy and ass as he looked up at you with wide doe eyes.

“I am. I would like to be your first for that.”

Standing up, he kissed you and grabbed your ass, kneading your cheeks.

“Yeah? Great. I also wanted to know if you would be interested in pegging.”

“I could try. Believe it or not, I haven’t tried that yet.”

Eddie shrugs nonchalantly as you smile, a wicked grin on your face. He was so sexy. Eddie didn’t even have to try, he just was. Turning off the water you grabbed a towel and dried off, wiggling your ass and bent over for him.

“Shit sweetheart, stop teasing me. Do you mean you have a strap-on?”

“I bought one recently, and it's rubber, also purple.”

“Let's try it. Guess it's only fair if I fuck your ass, then you fuck mine.”

He chuckled softly as he dried off and shook his head like a wet dog as he dried his wavy locks with a small towel. You brushed your hair and batted your lashes at him as you looked into the mirror. Eddie came up from behind you wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly to him with his towel still wrapped around his waist.

“I’ll show you my toys. Come on.”

Taking his hand you led him to your room, lit some vanilla candles, and turned on the lamp close to your bed. You opened your top drawer revealing condoms, lube, and your collection of toys including your anal training kit of butt plugs.

“I’m up to the largest butt plug size now.”

“I’m impressed, princess. The strap-on looks great. I’d say 8 inches.”

“It is. I want to fuck you first if that's okay.”

Eddie looked happily surprised as his cheeks turned red. Removing the towel he wrapped it over your door and walked back over to you.

“Should I get down on all fours?”

“Yes. And I want you to get all lubed up for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He teased as he gave you a salute.

With Eddie's face down and ass up, you got out the lube and rubbed it over the strap-on cock, getting it ready for him. Putting on gloves you put lube on the fingers and entered his ass. Eddie shivered in anticipation as you filled him up with three fingers and moved them inside.

“Oh, fuck yes, that feels magnificent.”

“Your ass is so tight.”

Noticing his cock hardening you smiled with delight. Soon satisfied, you threw the gloves away into your trash can and lined the fake cock up at his entrance.

“You ready Eddie?”

“Yes. Fuck me, please.”

You wanted nothing more than to fuck his ass and enter him. Eddie wanted it badly, and his ass was gorgeous. Even though you weren’t together, you were having fun with whatever it was you were to each other. Not having a label on it was fine too, as long as you were enjoying yourself and Eddie, for that matter, nothing else was important.

Tapping the fake cock as his ass’s entrance you teased his puckered hole with it. His entrance was slick from the lube you used with your gloved fingers, and his ass was yours for the taking.

“Stop teasing me, sweetheart. Please stop.”

“I’ll give it to you good, Eddie.” You promised him as you slide into him.

“Fuck yes, keep going!”

Bottoming out inside of Eddie you fucked him slowly going at a nice steady pace. Eddie groaned at you and gripped the bed sheets below him tightly. Putting your foot on the bed to get a better angle you pounded into his ass as he stroked his cock.

“Oh shit magnificent!” Eddie boasted, crying out and looking back at you.

“Tell me how sexy I look pounding your ass, Eddie.” You ordered him as he looked into the big vanity mirror you had watching you fuck him and watching you thrust away, your breasts swinging and bouncing as you claimed his ass as yours.

“You look sexy, princess. So hot.”

He stroked his cock to full hardness, and his cock was a work of art. Already you were looking forward to your turn and having Eddie fuck your ass for the first time. It would be sexy as hell and erotic. Everything you wanted and imagined, but even more.

“Oh, fuck Eddie, your ass is so tight!” You praised him loving what a good boy he was for you as you listened to his pretty gasps as he stroked his cock.

“Yes, I love you riding my ass and mounting me!”

You rubbed his prostate massaging it as you thrust harder into him. Eddie’s cock looked so beautiful and you were having the time of your life fucking him. If he asked you to do this again in the future, you wouldn’t object.

“Yes, so good for me. I bet you want to fuck me too though, huh, get inside my ass with your hard cock as your balls get heavy with cum and your cock leaks pre-cum.” You teased him and slapped his nice peach ass and fucking him harder before stopping abruptly inside him.

“Yes, please, I need it. My cock is aching to fuck you. Please!” He begged as you massaged his balls and continued your ministrations on his prostate, giving him pleasure there.

After more lingering moments of fucking his ass, you stopped again and pulled out. Changing positions with Eddie on the bed you reached for your favorite glass dildo with a pink heart on the end of it handing it to him.

“Mm, I can’t wait to use that on you. Can I eat your ass out too, sweetheart?”

“Sur,e Eddie. I’d love to have you do that to me.”

He spread your legs wide, mouth watering as he spread your puckered hole and inserted his tongue. Kneeling on the floor he licked your hole soon going deep and good inside your puckered entrance. It felt incredible and the sensations were some of the best you had ever felt. Tugging his air as he feasted upon your ass you let out the prettiest sounds of pleasure.

“Oh yes, Eddie fuck! Use my toy please!”

Eddie licked your hole for a few long lingering moments, then wiped his mouth and replaced his tongue with the glass dildo.

“You taste amazing. This ass is incredible, princess.”

He gave your ass a good smack as he moved the toy in and out of your tight hole, your ass clenching it like your life depended on it as Eddie watched with rapt fascination. Knowing he was making you feel good brought him so much joy.

“Oh fuck yea! Fuck that ass with the toy! Do it just like that!” You squealed as his rapid thrusts with the toy became faster.

Reaching for some unscented lube, you handed it to Eddie and a bottle of oil.

“This tight hole is so amazing, baby girl. I want to fuck it so bad.”

Stroking himself as he pushed the toy a few more times into your asshole, he took it out and soon oiled up your ass and added some lube to his fingers, inserting them and moved them inside you at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that, you dirty girl?!” He chided you before spanking your ass hard.

His cock was rock hard and he was desperate to fuck your tight entrance, not being able to contain himself much longer.

“Yes, I want your cock though. Fuck my little ass!”

“Fuck yes!”

Eddie unwrapped a nearby ribbed for her pleasure condom wrapper taking it out and putting it onto his cock. He teased your entrance tapping his cock against it. Positioning yourself so that you were on all fours now and face down, ass up, Eddie grabbed your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Eddie. Fuck me!”

“With pleasure.”

Eddie filled you up slowly inch by agonizing inch. He let you get adjusted to his cock and your tight hole clamped down hard around it wanting to take every inch of his beautiful, big cock.

“Oh fuck! Such a dirty girl for me.”

“Fuck me already!”

He smacked your ass and fucked into you slowly, making sure you could get adjusted to it and wanted you to enjoy this experience. Making it memorable and giving you pleasure was his main goal. As he rammed into your ass you fingered your clit, moaning and riding him hard as he picked up his pace a little.

“Oh shit, this ass is too fucking good!” He boasted, slapping your ass and fucking you even harder.

“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!”

Your sounds of pleasure grew louder as he pounded your ass, his balls slapping against it. His smacks on your ass stung a little and the feeling of his cock inside your ass took some adjusting to, but even with this intense pressure, it was enjoyable still. Fingering your clit felt even better heightening the sensations combined with the feeling of your ass being full.

“So fucking tight, love your ass, my dirty slut. Fuck yes! Clenches around my cock perfectly. It's the best!” He boasted groaning as he pistoned his hips, fucking you hard.

As his balls slapped against your ass and he pounded away, he left marks on your hips as he held tightly onto them almost hard enough to leave a mark. His cock was addicting and you could barely contain yourself as you moaned louder than you ever have in your life from the intense thrusts and the way he fucked your ass senseless.

“Yeah, I’m your little fucking slut! Fuck yes!” You cried out beautifully for him as you brought yourself to the edge with your fingers.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum my slutty princess. Where do you want it?” Eddie moaned rutting into you with reckless abandon his balls heavy with cum.

“On my ass.”

Eddie’s thrusts slowed as his cock twitched and he pulled out of your puckered hole, admiring how pink and pretty your ass truly was. Removing the condom he threw it into the trash and edged himself, stroking his cock and cumming all over your ass, painting it white with his cum. Eddie collapsed next to you holding you close.

“You feel alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine Eddie. I loved that. Let's get cleaned up soon. Do you want to stay the night?”

“Of course, beautiful.”

And stay the night he did. It was a nice bath together and you had the best time with him. He cuddled you to sleep being the big spoon. You hoped you could do it again soon.

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[billyharringson]

Treacle

A short one-shot that i've been wanting to write for a while.

Pairing: Harringrove

Rating: Mature

Additional Tags: Safewords, Safe Sane and Consensual, Light BDSM, Dom/sub, Sub Billy Hargrove, Dom Steve Harrington, Spanking, Belts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Summary: Steve had never used his safe word before, in fact Billy had almost forgotten it, so this was bad. The way Steve was trembling and sobbing in his arms was doing little to dissuade him of that fact.

You can also read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59247157

It only took one strike with the belt for Steve to realise that this wasn’t going to work. All previous excitement and arousal left his body, to be replaced with ice. Billy’s erotic gasp as he arched into the hit didn’t help, and he barely heard his boyfriend’s moaned expletive as a haze of panic fell over him.

He hadn’t anticipated this. They’d done things much more extreme in the past and he’d loved it. He still replayed the image of Billy, bound and gagged, covered in tiny cuts from the knife that Steve had lovingly trailed over his skin, multiple times a month. He spanked Billy on a regular basis, to the point where Billy sometimes quipped that Steve wasn’t happy unless he couldn’t sit down properly.

But they’d never used belts before. He’d only ever struck Billy with the flat of his hand.

“Steve?”

Billy’s voice brought him back to reality and Steve stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over, his chest heaving and tears flowing down his cheeks.

When had he started crying?

“Steve, hey, hey. Look at me.” Billy was standing now, making his way towards him even as Steve continued to back away.

“I... I can’t... s-shit.” He dropped the belt, grabbing at his hair. “Sorry I... I... fuck. I can’t...” He squeezed his eyes closed, squeaking out another sob. “T-treacle.”

--

Billy’s eyes widened as Steve stuttered his safe word, he hadn’t expected that. He’d known that his boyfriend wasn’t reacting well to something, he still wasn’t sure what, but it probably had something to do with the belt.

“Okay, okay, baby. You’re okay.” Billy surged forward, gathering Steve in his arms and holding him close. “I’m here, pretty boy, you’re okay. Just breath for me now, there we go.”

Steve had never used his safe word before, in fact Billy had almost forgotten it, so this was bad. The way Steve was trembling and sobbing in his arms was doing little to dissuade him of that fact.

“You ne... you never call me b-baby.” Steve whispered, nuzzling into Billy’s shoulder. He was still crying, Billy’s shoulder growing wet with his tears.

“Well, this is a special case.” Billy replied with a smile, stroking down Steve’s hair. “What do you need, Stevie? What do you need from me?”

Steve’s aftercare usually consisted of taking care of Billy, of doting on him, but Billy figured that wouldn’t work right now. Just as he figured that Steve probably wouldn’t appreciate a bubble bath and a mug of hot chocolate the way Billy did when he dropped.

“You want me to undress you, sir?” Billy asked, knowing it was a risk to use Steve’s title but wanting to see where his head was.

Steve squeezed him once more before nodding and letting him go. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as Billy slowly and gently peeled off his clothes.

“Nope.” Billy said with a shit eating grin, popping the ‘p’ as he looked up at his boyfriend from where he was knelt between his legs. “Isn’t that what you always say to me? You don’t get to say sorry for using your safe word. You did what you needed to do.” He took hold of Steve’s hand and pulled him back over to the bed, swiping the rest of the restraints onto the floor and folding down the covers. “In you get, sir. I’ll be right back.”

--

Steve grabbed hold of Billy’s hand. “Where are you going?” He asked, following Billy’s gentle guidance and climbing under the covers.

“To get some snacks.” Billy said, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s forehead. “And a movie. I’ll be gone for a minute tops, I promise.”

Steve swallowed the apology that he could feel building again and instead snuggled further down in their bed. He was feeling slightly less wobbly already, the fact that Billy had instantly taken charge was doing wonders for his nerves.

Was helping him to think that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t hurt him too much.

He knew that Billy liked pain, just as he knew that a lot of the things Billy asked him to do were to help him bury his memories of past pain. And Steve had been able to do that because he knew he was helping.

Because it wasn’t a pain he could relate to.

“How are you doing, sir?” Billy asked, shouldering open the bedroom door, his arms filled with a bowl of freshly microwaved popcorn and a VHS tape.

“I’ll be better when you’re in here with me, baby.” Steve replied, giving him a watery smile.

Billy put the tape into the player underneath their tiny bedroom TV before crawling into bed next to him. “I’m here, Stevie. How are you feeling now?”

Steve wrapped his arms around Billy, manoeuvring them until his boyfriend was cradled against his chest. “Better.” He muttered, kissing Billy’s cheek. “I’m...”

“Don’t say you’re sorry.” Billy interrupted, pushing a piece of popcorn past Steve’s lips as though to silence him.

“Okay.” Steve said with a chuckle, accepting a few more pieces of popcorn.

“You okay to talk about it? Or do we need to leave it till tomorrow?”

Steve had anticipated this question. It was an unspoken rule between them that should they discover a hard limit that they talk about it. He hummed, settling more firmly against the pillows. “When I was about 5, my grandfather came to live with us. He was only there for a few months but... well, he had different ideas about discipline than my parents.”

“Oh, pretty boy.” Billy cooed, turning around and cupping Steve’s face. “You should have said something.”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “I didn’t remember until now. I guess I didn’t think it had affected me but... the second I hit you, I... I remembered how I always felt whenever he took his belt off and...” Steve could feel the tears coming again and hid his face in Billy’s hair. “...the thought of doing that to you just...”

“It’s okay.” Billy said, his words barely audible where his lips were pressed to Steve’s collarbone. “You didn’t hurt me, Stevie. I promise.”

Steve nodded and they sat in silence for a few minutes until he lay back again, brushing the back of his hand down Billy’s cheek. “Maybe we’ll just stick with hands for a bit, hmm?”

“We don’t ever have to try the belt again, Steve. I’m more than happy for you to just use your hands, or maybe we can try a cane or whip or something.”

Steve paused, more memories returning. “Not a cane. I can’t use a cane.”

“Okay.” Billy said simply, not pushing more than that as he picked up the remote. “Now, let’s eat popcorn and watch movies until we fall asleep.”

“I love you.” Steve whispered as the opening sounds of ‘The Little Mermaid’ filled the small space of their bedroom.

“I love you too, Stevie.”

[lorifragolina]

More than Roommates...?

Another entry for @harringrovesummerbingo!

It's a silly rom com and I tried to keep it short :) I hope you enjoy it!

Title: More than Roommates...?

Square & Prompt: C1 "Laughter"

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2501

Major Tags: Friendly schemes, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Steve and Billy are roommates, but they didn't start with the right foot... even if they became attracted to each other pretty soon. But both of them think that the other didn't swing the same way... Two smart friends and a good scheme are needed for making them move... or not?

Read it on AO3

“Robin, he’s not gay, it’s as plain as day”.

“I never see him with a girl”.

“It’s because he’s not… I mean, he doesn’t… he just goes casual”.

“Well you can just ask and remove any doubt”.

“Are you nuts? He’s my roommate, I can’t go and ask something like this”.

Robin snorted and shrugged. It was the third or fourth time they had a similar discussion, in a corner of the cafeteria in front of their morning coffees. Usually, Steve had some wet dream about his roommate and went to venting with her. 

“Well I’ll ask him then,” she said stubbornly, frankly fed up with the hesitation of her best friend.

“Don’t you dare! Do you have an idea of how much it has cost me to find that room? I can’t ruin things with him”.

“I know, Steve, do you forget we moved here together?”

“Yes but you are a brainiac and you have your room granted in the residence”.

Robin snorted again soundly. It hadn't been so easy as Steve was painting it,  for her, but she could understand his doubts. 

Moreover, Steve and his roommate had a rough start and now, almost at the end of their freshman year, things were smoother and it was better trying not to ruin them.

“So, did you have some action lately?”

Heather adjusted the camera and went nearer to the screen, smiling slyly.

Billy sighed. “Nothing at all… dead calm”, he moaned, shaking his head.

“Don’t tell me you're still after him,” she raised her eyes. “Why don’t you make a move yet?”

“Sweet Jesus, he’s not gay!” shrieked Billy, regretting immediately for raising his voice, even if he was in his room alone. “He’s not gay, I already told you”.

“You can’t say. Do you know how many people swing in both ways?”

“He’s not”.

“Did he ever bring a girl into his room?”

“Well Robin is always here, but…”

“But they’re having sex? No, they don’t, so?”

“Well, maybe they…”

“Why don’t you ask him out? What could happen? At least you’ll stop bothering me with that nonsense”.

Billy knew that Heather loved him madly and he didn’t take her words badly, but she didn’t live there and she had no real idea of the situation.

It was him who had to live with Steve, and he didn’t want to ruin the delicate situation they created lately.

They had bitter arguments at the start of the year;  Billy liked to blast his metal out loud and having large Skype call in the common space until late, while Steve loved cheesy pop music and he wanted to sleep in the middle of the night; Billy liked to exercise and go to the gym and take care of his appearance, occupying the bathroom for hours. Steve was equally vain, but ha was not a morning person, so he passed half of his mornings knocking frantically at the bathroom door, and when he was able to going in, he didn’t mind to use Billy’s hair and body product, driving him mad when he smelled the scent of his special hair mousse on Steve’s hair. 

One time Steve had run out of the bathroom yelling like mad because he found Billy’s body hair in his razor, starting an argument that lasted almost two weeks. As if that were not enough, they had argued also in class, bickering about some unimportant detail in the textbook and their feud had been the goss of the week. 

They kept being on each other's way in college orientation events and in the basketball matches, but after a really tense few months, they reasoned out as adults, then they apologized and the cohabitation had started to go better. 

The problem was, for Billy, that all the confront and bickering had made him fixating in Steve’s body language, his moves and gestures and to walk in the room when he was agitated, how he passed his hands in his hair or put his hand on his hips, and specially in how the little mole at the side of his mouth moved when he was arguing, distracting Billy and driving Steve really mad; he didn’t know that in those moment when Billy forgot how to blink, he was thinking of kissing that little mole and all the other moles in his face and licking his neck and biting him and…

“Billy? Are you here?” Steve knocked at the door before entering.

Billy was still on his Skype call.

“I have to go, Heater, I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said in a rush, closing the laptop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you”.

“Don’t worry, I have already finished the call”.

“Ok… something important?”

“Oh no… family thing, you know, nothing important…”

Steve nodded, taking a glass of water and drinking near the sink with his hand on his hips, pensive. Billy had to gulp his agitation and smiled tensely.

“I was thinking to have a shower, do you want to use the bathroom?” He asked kindly, one of the things he learned to do to maintain their good relationship.

“Oh, no thanks, go ahead,” Steve smiled tensely too, washing a couple of dishes still in the sink since the morning. 

He was almost sure that he heard a feminine voice, he knew that Billy had a sister but it didn’t seem to him the same voice; Billy always closed his calls when he came in the room, because he didn’t want to argue anymore about bothering calls, but Steve suspected he called always the same girl, probably his distant girlfriend and for this he never bring any woman at home. Steve didn’t dare ask to maintain the balance between them and the peace they gained so difficulty.

He suffered for not knowing, anyway… he didn’t define himself as gay, he liked girls, but he also liked men very much, and Billy in particular was his type almost exactly, although they started hating each other; but he liked ripped, neat men, well trimmed, with an angelic nuisance and a nasty attitude; and Billy, with his Californian Barbie complexion, was almost near to perfection, making him struggle to stay formal near to him. Even if Billy still hadn’t picked up any girl at college, he had a crowd of female admirers and he seemed to enjoy it, so Steve knew he couldn’t have a possibility. Moreover, if he would come out with Billy, he could feel uncomfortable; he didn’t seem homophobe, but not everyone wanted to sleep with a non straight roommate. 

“Oh, shit,” groaned Steve, raising his eyes to the cafeteria door. 

“Oh, shit,” echoed Robin, for completely different reasons. 

Billy had just entered with a stunning brunette hanging at his arm, a beaming smile and gushing with happiness.

The girl was short but curvy, with pink hearted glasses and red lips, and a pair of mini shorts that showed her nicely shaped legs; the perfect Barbie complement for Billy, sighed Steve seeing his hopes shattered in the floor. 

Robin couldn’t also take her eyes off of the girl, definitely her type, even if she seemed she couldn't take her eyes off of Billy.

“Hey,” Billy waved at Steve, who he felt he wanted to die. He smiled and waved back. 

“Hello, I didn’t know you were here either… Heather just arrived by train to visit me”.

“Hello,” said the girl, lowering the glasses and raising her hand directly to Robin. “I’m Heather”.

“I’m Robin,” she answered, breathless. They looked at each other for a long, long moment, until Billy dared to speak again.

“And he’s Steve, my roommate”.

Heather smiled again, giving him her hand too. “Oh. I heard a lot about you”.

Steve blushed and Billy nudged her. “Stop it,” he hissed, then went to the bar to order the coffee.

“So, you’re studying here too?” Heather asked directly to Robin, who blushed, leaving Steve wide mouthed and speechless. They talked a little bit, ignoring Steve completely until Billy returned with the drinks. Robin got up to go to class reluctantly.

“Well I’m staying all weekend, I hope you can join us for dinner tonight,” Heather chirped with a soundly voice, and Robin nodded and went away, giggling. 

“So you’re the famous Steve,” she immediately turned to him, resting her face on her hand. “I thought you were taller”.

“Heather!” Hissed Billy.

Steve cleared his throat. “Will you… will you stay in our room?” His voice was oddly high pitched.

“Oh no, I booked a B&B here near the campus. I don’t want to bother you two big guys,” she giggled and they both blushed furiously. 

“But I hope you don’t mind if she stays a little in the room…” said Billy carefully. 

“Oh no, not at all”.

Heather smiled and they finished their drink, then she and Billy went away to visit the campus, leaving Steve sitting there, heartbroken.

“I don’t want to go to dinner with the lovebirds!” Said Steve later, outside Robin dorm. Robin pouted and looked at him with flames in her eyes. 

“Are you stupid?” She hissed. “I’ll go even if you don’t come”.

“If you like to be the third wheel…”

“God, you’re really stupid!” Robin crossed her arms and refused to talk again with him. 

When she reached them at the restaurant, Steve looked at her, really puzzled. He never saw her so dressed up before. She barely used makeup and combed her hair with a bobby pin to avoid hair in the eyes, but that night she was wearing a fancy jacket and pants and she curled her hair and painted her eyes and lips; she was really pretty, and when he looked the glance Heather gave to her, he finally understood why she called him stupid lately. 

Billy and Steve witnessed their shameless flirtation with wide eyes, unable to say anything and looking furtively at each other, utterly embarrassed. Steve was glad she definitely wasn’t his distant girlfriend, and Billy was glad that Robin was the platonic girlfriend of Steve, but they didn’t know how to break the ice to each other and bring the topic on the table. They kept talking about trivial things, some sport results and TV shows while their friends were talking intensely and ignoring them.

Steve and Billy didn’t notice that they exchanged each other's numbers, but when they left the restaurant, Heather announced that she wanted to go resting after the trip, but she would be free the rest of the weekend to do something fun with them.

Billy walked her to her hotel and Steve and Robin went away in the opposite direction.

“What the fuck was that?” Snapped Steve once they were a little far.

“What?”

“All that thing, you were… flirting with her? You had just met her!”

Robin shrugged, looking at her mobile that had just buzzed. 

“Well she’s not his girlfriend. And he clearly hasn’t problems with queer people”.

Steve sighed. Well, there was a difference between having a lesbian friend and sleeping in the same room with someone who wanted to be in your pants.

“You couldn’t stay quiet, not for a little minute, could you?” Hissed Billy walking with her.

“You didn’t tell me she was gorgeous and lesbian, Billy. Is your gaydar broken?”

“I don’t… hey I don’t need to justify with you! I… I just didn’t realize”.

“Well it’s the perfect excuse to make a move with him, don’t you think? And you didn’t tell me he had that juicy ass, you little scoundrel”.

“Oh, please, stop! It’s a coincidence his friend is a lesbian. It doesn’t mean anything”

“Oh, it doesn't mean anything, Mr queer like a three dollar bill?”

“Stop this nonsense, I can do nothing with him. He’s straight and we are roommates, that’s all”.

Heather groaned and entered the hotel. She wrote to Robin immediately, chatting with her all night. 

“Is there some club to go dancing near there?” Asked Heather the next night, peeping a glimpse at Robin. 

“Well the Pink Flag is over there and they have good cocktails,” answered Robin immediately, waving at the end of the street. “You don’t have problems going to a queer bar, right, Steve?”

Steve blushed and nodded, of course he didn’t have problems, they went there very often, but he looked at Billy’s face, who blushed, lowered his face and nodded too. The girls joined the queue hand in hand and abandoned them behind. 

Billy tried to smile, worried, and saw the same expression on Steve's face. “Well at least they’re having a good time,” he sighed, while the girls were already chatting with the bouncer, who knew Robin, and obviously Steve. He accurately avoided confessing to Billy that he was a regular there, but he couldn't hide it for longer.

“Hey Steve, it’s been ages, I missed you! Oh, he is the guy Robin just told me about?”

“Hello… hello Alan…” answered nervously Steve, looking at his feet and running inside before the bouncer could say more embarrassing things. 

Robin and Heather were still inside, giggling at the dirty look he launched at them.

“How you dared!” He hissed to Robin. 

“Well you needed a nudge,” she giggled, disappearing on the dance floor with Heather.

Billy was looking at him, confused. “I’m not sure what had just happened outside… Do you come here often?”

Steve blushed. “Well, me and Robin, we… well, you know…”

“And what he said? You… talked about… me… with Robin?”

Steve gulped, looking away, feeling the tense in Billy’s words. 

“She thinks… well, she thinks I have… she thinks I have a little crush on you, that’s all. But don’t worry, I am not…”

“Oh shit,” Billy hit his forehead. “Don’t you see?” Steve looked at him, puzzled. “Don’t you see? They set a trap! It’s so clear!”

“A trap? But why? You don’t… don’t you…?”

Billy snickered, a little embarrassed too. “Well, well it’s possible that I… I mentioned to Heather that… I may like my roommate just a little bit”.

“Those filthy little bitches!” Snapped Steve, and Billy laughed, heartily, defusing the tension between them. Steve joined his laughter, looking in his eyes and staring at his swollen, juicy lips.

“I… I never heard you laughing…” he said, touching Billy’s arm with bashfulness. “I like it,” he smiled then, and Billy melted, looking at him with glossy, puppy eyes. 

He cupped Steve’s face and pecked him, kissing his smile, then Steve pecked him back, and they finally kissed, finally biting each other's lips, with a stupid happy look on their faces. 

“So what will we do now?” Whispered Billy, taking Steve’s hand. Steve looked at him with a mischievous smile. 

“Well, my roommate is cool, you can come in my room later,” he grinned, and Billy laughed again. “But meanwhile, those little schemers don’t deserve satisfaction”.

Billy nodded. “Agree. Let’s make them suffer a little more. But first, kiss me again”.

Steve laughed, and threw his arms around him, bursting in happiness.

[xoxoladyaz]

AU-gust, Day One: Sculpture Artist

I saw the prompts and this grabbed me by the throat! I wrote it in about an hour, so my apologies if it's not up to my normal quality.

Steve wasn’t good at a lot of things.

He wasn’t very intelligent; while everyone else in town eagerly devoured the latest books delivered monthly by Murray, the traveling librarian, Steve struggled to make it through the first few pages. (He thought it might have been a curse at first, the way that the letters and words moved all over the page. When he had asked Madam Byers, the town witch, she had just smiled sadly at him and, well, he already knew everyone thought he was an idiot. He should really be used to it by now.)

He wasn’t the strongest or most athletic either; that honor belonged to Sir Hargrove and his knights. (Once upon a time Steve had been the one the town was counting on for protection. He was the one getting parades in the streets, catching handkerchiefs thrown by all of the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes. He was the son of Sir Harrington, after all.

But when the darkness came, when he took his stand against the creatures that appeared like smoke out of the great forest, his knights – his friends – abandoned him.

All except for Sir Hargrove, for Billy, his – well, it doesn’t matter anymore now, does it? All that matters is that Billy stuck his own sword into Steve’s back and left him to the creatures, only “rescuing” him once the damage had been done. And it did not matter what Steve said, or that there was a mark that clearly belonged to a sword on his spine; Billy, who was shortly knighted by Steve’s own father soon after, emerged the victor, flawless and golden.)

He was no longer the handsomest man in town (not next to Billy, not with scars all over his body.) He did not know a useful trade, given that he was not trained to have such. If he was the best at anything, it was at being a disappointment. An embarrassment. So much for the Harrington name, people still said on his infrequent ventures into town. Such a shame, such a waste.

So no, Steve formerly-of-House-Harrington was not particularly special in any way. If he had had some wit, or maintained some beauty, or was able to discuss the latest tales from court, perhaps things would be different. Perhaps he would have been accepted by the town. Instead, he lived in a small thatched cottage a morning’s ride away from the rest of Hawkins (the only thing his father gave him before taking his name, his money and his protection) and spent his days working in his garden, caring for his few elderly animals, and entertaining the children of the neighboring shepherds.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true; he did also work on his sculpting.

(The stone was from Robin, a traveling student. She had run into some trouble with her horse while passing through and Steve might not have been a knight anymore, but he still knew how to care for horses. Robin had offered to pay him for his help, but he would not accept it. It was payment enough to have someone his age to talk to. It was nice, to spend time with someone who did not know him as the former knight of Hawkins, as the disgraced noble he truly was; she just knew him as Steve and she saw a potential in him that he didn’t see in himself.

You are good with your hands, she had written in the note that had accompanied the massive piles of stone, delivered straight from the royal quarry. And you have much love in your heart. May this inspire you to see your own strength and beauty once again.)

She had probably expected him to use it to build a well, or perhaps some sort of fence for his small piece of land. But when he looked at the stone – a beautiful, shining white, the likes of which seemed far too grand for his small corner of the world – he could not see it serving such a purpose. No; this was made for something more.

He had never studied the arts; why would he, Steve of House Harrington, future knight of the realm, have had any need to learn what his father believed was woman’s work? Formal training, then, was something he did not have. But he did have fine tools, given to him by Madam Byers; he had a pair of crystal glasses, lent to him by Dustin, his favorite shepherd; and he had ample amounts of time to go slow, to focus on the task at hand. (Not that he really knew what he was creating, just that he was creating something.)

And so the months flew by: summer turned to fall and fall turned to winter, and when Steve was not doing his chores or tending to the young, he was slowly and patiently chipping away at the block of stone that he kept safely sheltered inside his small home, next to the worn-down hearth.

It wasn’t until he had knocked away the final chip of stone, until his bones had rattled with knowing that it was done, it was finally done, that Steve had finally realized just what he’d created.

It was a man, one near his age. He had the long hair of nobility, curled tresses that cascaded down his bare shoulders; he was clad in a simple robe much like the masters of old; large rings adorned his fingers, rings that proclaimed the man in front of him to be of royal blood. His feet were bare, as were his legs, and they were strong; he felt that if he looked closely enough, Steve would be able to see defined muscles underneath skin.

But the most striking part of the statute – aside from his royal dress and stature – was his face: a royal, aquiline nose above lips that were flushed with life and there, nestled under a noble brow, a pair of large, soulful eyes. The eyes were the same color as the rest of the statue, of course, but Steve found that the longer he stared into them, the more he felt that this statue, this man was staring back.

It didn’t seem possible, the longer Steve looked at it – at him. It didn’t seem possible that someone like Steve – the disgrace of Hawkins – could create something so beautiful, so ethereal, so entirely arresting as the man in front of him, because this man was the most beautiful man – human or statue – that Steve had ever seen.

And suddenly, Steve couldn’t bear to look at it. Couldn’t bear to live in a world where the thing that he was most proud of, that he had poured all of his time and attention and love into, was something that could never possibly return it. And even if the statue came alive, somehow, even if this perfect man was human, what would he possibly see in someone like Steve when there was a world of better, smarter, handsomer men out there?

Steve turned and reached for his hammer, the one blunt instrument that remained unused from Madam Byers' gift. He turned back around and, with a mighty cry, swung the hammer at the statue and sent it shattering into a thousand different pieces.

He expected that he would have to spend the rest of the night cleaning up the ruins of the one wonderful thing he had ever done.

He did not expect the stone to shatter and reveal a flesh and blood man standing before him.

The last of the stone fell to the ground and the man took a deep breath. He blinked once, twice, and then his eyes alighted on Steve. The moment their eyes met, the man’s formerly taciturn expression transformed into the brightest smile Steve had ever seen.

And it was a smile that was aimed at him.

“There you are,” the man said. He stepped forward and took Steve’s hand in his own. “I have been waiting a long time for you.”

Steve cleared his throat and looked down, unable to bear the enduring warmth in the man’s eyes. “I – I am sorry to disappoint you, my lord.”

“No,” the man chastened him, and a warm hand tucked itself under his cheek, pulling Steve’s eyes back to meet his. “You are everything I have been waiting for.”

“I'm afraid you must be mistaken, for I am just Steve. I can offer you nothing.”

“And I am just Eddie, and you are not just Steve,” the man – Eddie – replied firmly. “You are a kind man with a good heart. You care for other people and expect nothing in return. And most importantly of all, you dedicate your time and your love to everything, even things that cannot love you in return. Those are qualities sorely lacking in this world, and that makes them all the more valuable.

“I foresaw you long, long ago Steve of House Harrington,” the man finished quietly, a small smile now on his face. “And I would consign myself to thousands more years behind stone if it meant that one day I would find you.”

Steve did not know when he started to cry, he just knew that he had tears in his eyes. “You do me great honor, my lord.” Reaching for Eddie’s hands, the hands that oh-so-gently held Steve’s face, Steve drew them to his mouth and pressed watery kisses against his rings. “I will spend my life to be worthy of that. To be worthy of you.”

“Dear one,” Eddie said, and he laid his forehead against Steve. “You already are.”

Steve knew that he wasn’t good at a lot of things. He would never be the smartest, or the strongest, or the handsomest, or the most clever man in the world, or maybe even in Hawkins. But as Steve kissed his Eddie – his Eddie, who had travelled across time and magic to reach him – none of that mattered anymore. Because he might not have all of those things, but he did have love. 

And what could possibly be more important than that?

[bucksaiga]

The Widowmaker (Part III)

[Part 2]

18+, slurs, Billy has a daddy kink

Billy settled in Hawkins for a month, laying the Widowmaker to rest for awhile. The last man he killed was an important member of society, blah blah, whatever...the world was better off without him.

But it was a good time for Billy to lay low, to spend more time with Steve, which he really enjoyed.

“There’s something I wanna tell you.” Steve told Billy, fingers scraping the coffee table.

Billy noticed how uneasy Steve was, and this made him uneasy in turn. “What is it?”

“Billy, I—I really like you. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Billy could hear his father calling him a fag. He knew he’d have to kill again just to quiet that voice. 

“Billy?”

“Yeah, I—um…listen, I’m not gay or anything—“

“I’m not either. I’ve never had feelings like this before. Tell me you feel it too.”

Billy eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly. “I feel it. I like you too.”

Not even another word was exchanged before they were in Steve’s bedroom, tossing their clothes about, kissing and touching on his bed.

He threw on a condom and slid inside Billy’s ass. Steve was no stranger to anal, but he’d never even romantically touched a man’s hand before this. He was taken aback by how much pleasure Billy found in his thrusts. 

“Feels that good?”

“Mmh, yeah. Steve, oh, god, Steve!”

As Steve caressed his cheek, Billy pulled his hand down to his neck. 

Steve indulged him, enjoying the way Billy moaned and writhed beneath his hands as he thrusted in and out of him, but eventually moved his hand and planted kisses instead. 

Steve was the gentle type, and Billy wasn’t used to gentleness. It felt so nice and so damn sweet. 

He softly shushed Billy as he whimpered. 

“I know it feels good. I just want to take care of you.”

Billy nodded. “You…like to be called daddy?”

“Yeah. You can call me daddy if you want.” Steve noticed a shift in Billy once he said that. His eyes softened and his chest expanded.

“Mm, daddy.” He whined. 

“Yeah? You like that?” He thrusted even faster. 

“Fuck me, daddy. Hurt me as much as you want.”

“Not too much. You’re too precious, baby.”

“Y-you mean that?”

“Of course.” He gently thrusted, kissing him between strokes. 

“Ooh, daddy! You feel so good.”

“You feel even better, baby.” He sputtered precum inside Billy. “I’m not gonna last long. You’re too good.”

“I’m close. Just a little longer, daddy.” He plead. “Don’t stop, daddy! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!”

Steve fought back the urge to cum for as long as he could, but Billy’s tight ass really sucked his cock in. 

Billy came with a loud moan, squeezing his hole on Steve’s cock, making him cum with a groan and a mouth full of breathless curse words.

“Fuck. I’ve never had sex like that before.”

“Me neither.”

Billy was afraid to get attached, but it was too late. He simply told himself if things went wrong, he’d kill Steve—but only if he had to.

—

When Steve woke up the next morning, Billy was gone. 

He left breakfast and a note on the table.

“Didn’t wanna wake you. I’ll be back in a few days. I’ll miss you.”

Steve clutched the note to his chest and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see him again. 

—

Billy wasn’t sure if going back to Hawkins was a good idea. Sure, having a normal, stable life in a small town made him seem less suspicious if things ever started closing in on him, but it felt safer being a nobody. 

In Hawkins? He was somebody. Somebody special, somebody that meant a lot to Steve. He couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. Everything about Billy was a lie in every aspect of his life. He lied about his name, his occupation, he even lied about his sexuality. He always knew he was gay. 

He wanted to be Billy. Gay Billy who woke up early, turned in late, swam in a pool whenever he wanted, and kissed a lonely, rich guy every single day. 

But Billy needed to stop Neil’s voice. The only way to stop him was to keep killing. He needed keep Neil quiet so he could be happy. Maybe killing every few weeks, and living in Hawkins full time wasn’t a bad idea. Hopefully that was enough to keep Neil’s voice out of his head. 

“One day, I won’t hear you anymore.” Billy said through his teeth, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he sped out of Hawkins. “And when that day comes, I’ll win. I’ll fucking win and you’ll really be dead.”

—

Steve: Will you be home soon? Steve: It’s so hard to sleep without you here. 

Billy was floored by the wording of Steve’s text. Home? Soon? Was Hawkins his home now? 

Billy: Yeah. Just finishing up a job.

Steve: There’s a serial killer going around the country killing men. Please be careful. 

Billy: Lol I’m probably not his type. 

Steve: you’re not funny 😭 but you’re my type. 

Billy: I love knowing that.  Billy: Be careful, okay?

Billy told him, as if he were trying to save Steve from himself. He’d never want to hurt Steve, of course, but it did make him uneasy to live his life knowing a monster was resting dormant inside him.

When he was with Steve, he was a normal, fun-loving guy and the widowmaker would never emerge. Even in the presence of Jim Hopper, an older, remarried father. He felt no urge to kill.

Jim became someone dear to him, along with his daughter and the sweet wife he had, who would make him desserts and bring them by when Billy was alone at Steve’s while Steve worked.

Billy parked his car in a random residential area, not expecting a thing. He just wanted some place quiet to think, to shake Hawkins off for a bit and awaken the widowmaker.

He was startled by the sound of breaking dishes, and he could see a man beating his wife. 

“Stop before the kids get home!” She plead.

Neil. He thought to himself. 

He didn’t care if this man was remarried or not. Billy was going to kill him.

He was going to kill Neil.

Again.

[makeadealwithdean]

makeadealwithdean's friday fic rec list - harringrove edition

here's a list of the fics i've read lately and highly recommend! these fics are not mine and belong only to the writers, so writers, as always, if you don't want to be mentioned on here, message me, and i'll take you off no questions asked! also, this list is special because i'll be focusing on just harringrove, and since several of these are camboy!au's, these fics are smut and 18+ ONLY, so minors dni!! (gif is mine)

camboy!au's:

"never gets old" - @brawlite & @toastranger

Rating: E || Words: 78k

Falling in love with a cam boy named KingSteve isn't the smartest thing Billy Hargrove has ever done, nor is it the most healthy -- but the good choice is rarely ever the fun choice, and Billy is all about living life fast and loose.

"Love Is A Sickness (And Lust Is Absolute Madness)"

Rating: E || Words: 25k

Steve snaps a pic with his hand around his dick, angling the camera so that the stream is visible in the back. He can’t help but stroke a few times before sending it, wishing he had the balls to just put his webcam to good use so SuckMeDead could see him in all of his wet, messy, horny glory. Realistically though, he knows that full-on cybersex isn’t something he’s ready for, not until— Not until he’s made sure this camboy isn’t Billy Hargrove.

"Ride The Lightning" - socknonny

Rating: E || Words: 12k

Steve has an epic plan to Get Back At Daddy after his parents don't embrace his new-found bisexuality. An epic, epic plan, inspired by his favorite camboy. There's no way this can go wrong.

"Not Your Prince (But I'm Your Pretty Boy)" - ImNeitherNor

Rating: E || Words: 10k

“Not desperate,” Steve told himself, staring at the page while heat crawled up his chest and neck. “So not desperate.” Which was a lie because he was getting a membership just to comment and view more videos of the guy with the pierced dick. He licked his lips and tapped his thumbs on the space bar, deleted it, and almost hit his forehead against his desk. It was a username. Why did it matter so fucking much? Christ.

others:

"Sideways" - robthegoodfellow

Rating: E || Words: 46k

On Friday, Billy terrorized his stepsister, harassed his crush, and got blitzed with the school drug dealer. And then it all went sideways.

"definitely better than being dead" - @dragonflylady77

Rating: T || Words: 3.5k

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too... He listens to the noises in the room and the regular beeping of a machine close by tells him he’s in a hospital.

"Cross Road Blues" - @weird-an

Rating: E || Words: 6.6k

Billy sells his soul to Steve Harrington at the crossroads.

"His baby" - @lovebillyhargrove

Rating: E || Words: 32k

After Billy's death his car comes alive and decides to take revenge on certain residents of Hawkins. (My note: BILLY'S CAMARO FIC, MY BELOVED)

"come back down to my knees, gotta get back (gotta get free)" - @hartigays

Rating: E || Words: 5.5k

Billy is like, really gross. Steve likes that. He really likes that. And honestly, what could it hurt to indulge a little? (This is flayed!Billy, btw)

"The Art of the Dick Pic" - @lazybakerart

Rating: E || Words: 4.8k

Steve gets shipped off to a military academy, yet his biggest problem is his lighting.

"silvertongue" - @the-copperkid

Rating: E || Words: 9.2k

It's a hot summer night, and Billy and Steve find themselves stranded in the middle of a flash flood when Steve starts getting Upside Down-related anxiety. There's, unfortunately, only one thing that's certain to take his mind off of it — but Billy assures him that it wouldn't be so strange if they did it together. Just as long as they don't touch.

"Bed-sharing, almost-caring" - Thei

Rating: Not Rated || Words: 11.8k

It's late, dark and snowing, and Steve would rather do anything else than drive around looking for Billy Hargrove. But Max asked, and he can't say no to those kids. Not after everything. He finds Billy at the quarry. Billy is not okay.

"Cherry" - @lazybakerart

Rating: E || Words: 58k

They’ve got ten minutes before Steve’s break is up and he has to go back to wishing for death with a smile.

"King of Diamonds" - @shieldofiron

Rating: E || Words: 4.7k

“What’s the matter, Hargrove?” Steve Harrington flings his bags onto the bed with a fucked up little grin, “Scared of the big bad bed?” Billy just glowers at him, for the five hundredth time that day. He should have known when coach said they were bunking alphabetically and some of the rooms would only have one bed, that luck would not be on his side. Billy shuffles on his feet, squaring his shoulders, “Get out of my way.” Harrington cocks his head to the side, “Is that how you speak to your King?” “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way.” “Or what?” Harrington's smiling in that vicious way, lip curling. (Or literally any part of this series, cause holy shit, King Steve)

"Rules for Survival" - @jad3w1ngs

Rating: E || Words: 5.5k

His first breath of free air had got caught in his throat however, because God may have allowed him to leave his old hell, but that was only so that he could be plunged into a new one. Sure, maybe he was being overdramatic, but the universe must have it out for him. Why else would he be roomed with possibly the prettiest, most infuriatingly sweet man ever? One who spoke about boobs and chicks and everything else enough to hammer home how out of bounds he was? One that he’d have to continue to pretend around. Billy’s other survival mechanisms had kicked in almost instantly. Unfortunately, the survival mechanism for dealing with his crush on his stupidly handsome roommate was apparently to be a massive asshole. Every innocent comment, every kind remark or offer of friendship was rebuffed with a snappy or bitchy quip, ones that had him groaning internally each time they left his lips. Not that it seemed to deter Steve, if anything his eyes lit up whenever Billy threw an insult his way, which was odd because he wouldn’t have pegged Steve as a masochist.

"Locker Room Antics" - @mid-nightmare13

Rating: E || Words: 5k

Just as he was about to take another swing for Hargrove's face, Steve found his wrist caught in a large hand, his back against the metal lockers, and his lips pressed against another pair. He grunted, protesting for maybe ten seconds before he was grabbing Billy's hair with his free hand, and kissed him back. Kissing Billy was nothing like kissing a girl. It was a dangerous combination of teeth and tongue locked in a battle for dominance. And he hated himself for backing down. "I want to fuck you," Billy said against his lips before beginning to suck and bite down his jaw. Steve let out an involuntary moan, suddenly finding his jeans far too tight...

"Wild on You" - @oopsiedaisiesbaby

Rating: E || Words: 2.6k (series wc: 80k)

Billy startled when rather than fall to his own back, beside him, Steve tightened his grip in Billy’s hair and moved halfway on top of him as he reconnected their lips. (this whole series actually is amazing, 10/10 recommend)

"if you don't like the company, let's just do it you and me" - hoppnhorn, @the-copperkid

Rating: E || Words: 9k

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie,” Billy tuts, and it’s nearly sickening, too fucking good, the way he looks like he can think of nothing better than digging his teeth into Steve Harrington. “Look at you. What’re we gonna do with you, huh? Tell me what you want, pretty boy.” * Steve is really fed up with walking in on Billy having sex in his bed, until Billy’s opening up the invitation to him, too — because like, if you can’t beat 'em, join ‘em, right? But see, three's a crowd. And Steve doesn't like to share.

"break up with your girlfriend ('cause i'm bored)" - @the-copperkid

Rating: E || Words: 15k

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys * Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

last time's list || my fic rec masterpost || my masterlist

[etherealxwitch]

first, here are some pictures to sum my reactions:

BLONDIE IS GONNA GIVE INTO HER FEELINGS!!! YES!!!!!!!

why am i feeling nervous as if i’m blondie?

for once i’m in my life, i’m agreeing with billy

“Would he be proud of you now?”

OH! OKAY!!!! gotta slide a little emotion in there, don’t ya?

‘He’d want you to have it anyway.’

ANDY PLEASE I CANNOT TAKE THIS RN

we all know why steve is running late. he’s a little busy doing taking care of something… hard

i’m actually so proud of eddie for getting the date omg

blondie and eddie’s relationship is something so special :(( i love them both

“he won’t be going to college, he won’t be going anywhere, at least not now, not yet, maybe not ever, even though it’s all he ever wanted.”

poor eddie just wants out of hawkins :((

“It doesn’t matter what they say or think because he got people who believed him, people who care about him, people who were willing to fight for him, people who are worth staying for.”

ANDY YOURE MAKING ME EMOTIONAL!!!

everyone loves argyle, he’s the best

“he gave Wayne a home”

I DIDNT KNOW ID BE NEEDING TISSUES THIS CHAPTER

OH AND IT JUST KEEPS GETTING EMOTIONAL WITH THE MENTION OF BLONDIES PARENTS

yeah, how could anyone be irritated with steve? i’d like a full page essay ms. nancy

STEVE DITCHED ROBIN??? SIR

NO NO NO NO! THAT CANT BE THE REASON, I REFUSE TO

“How saddening it is to long for someone who was forced to like you.”

ANDY I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE, I REFUSE (keep giving it to me)

this angst is hitting so close to home and i’m eating every single bit of it up like it’s a four course meal

“Steve Harrington is fucked. He is utterly fucked.”

AS HE SHOULD BE!!!

HE DODGED HEIDIS KISS??? OH MAN HAS GOT IT BAD

“Perv? Are you going to continue to play fucking dumb?” 

i’ve never wanted to fuck a man more

THEYRE KISSING!!! FUCKING FINALLY

ANDY IM ON THE FUCKINF EDGE OF MY SEAT READING THIS OMG OMG OMG

“I fucking hate you, Blondie. I hate that I want you so much.” 

LITERALLY GASPING!!!!!

“show me how much you hate me, Stevie.” 

IM KICKING MY FEET SND GIGGLING

“I need to hear you first.” 

I AM MOANING OVER THIS RN

i don’t have any thought during this other than OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

“you’re so desperate for my cock, huh?”

RAAAAAAAAAAH!!! YES I AM!!!!

“please fuck me, Steve… Please…”

IM LITERALLY GOING TO COMBUST

“If I knew that my cock would shut you up, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” 

I SUDDENLY NEED SOMETHING TO SHUT ME UP!!

NOT ONLY DID HE FUCK HER TO SLEEP BUT HE LAYS DOWN AND SNUGGLES HER TOO?! HES TOO PERFECT!!

Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter eight ⭐︎ Say my name and everything just stops

Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! jealousy, angst, low self-esteem (kinda?), mentions of the upside down. weed and alcohol consumption. I will not spoiler anything here, so read with caution

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You blindly began to follow your feelings, hanging onto a hope that died just as quickly as it came.

Word count: 10k+

Author's note: @hellfire--cult and I came up with this whole idea and we kept talking about this moment for weeks and now its finally here, I hope you guys are gonna enjoy it as much as we did hehe

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The spring wind blows through the open windows in your room, touching your skin and slightly lifting the ends of your new dress. The smell of vanilla and the floral scent of your perfume lingers in the air. You’re leaning closer to your mirror as you apply your favorite gloss to your lips. 

A tingling, exciting feeling bubbles in your stomach, your heart jumping every few seconds or so at the thought of seeing him today. 

Steve’s reactions were everything you were hoping for when you teased him at the diner and in his car, yesterday. His blushing cheeks and the wide, darkened eyes filled you with victory after you had placed a kiss upon his flushed skin. You are still not sure what had caused you the sudden rush of courage, but you’re glad that it hit you because the way he looked at you, the way he reacted, the way his breath hitched in his throat finally gave you the last push to do what you had always wanted to do. Today, you’re finally going to give in to your feelings. 

The nervous, insecure part of you is telling you that there is still a big chance that he might reject you, that you will ruin this thing between you both by making the final move. 

And usually that weak part of your mind would win, it would fill you with enough humiliating images to pull back, to make you rethink your decision, to keep you hiding in the shadows, the way you always did. 

But you’re no longer letting it win. 

You will do this, even if you might lose your dignity. 

Placing the lip gloss back on your vanity, you reach for your favorite necklace, and put it on. You touch up your hair one last time, fixing your bangs before you take a step back, eying the red and white sundress, the little bows on the straps, the dainty flowers on the material, the shortness of it that exposes enough of your skin to drive him crazy… you hope. 

‘Just make your move, babe. Do you really think King Steve would reject you?’

Your smile falls a little when Billy’s voice echoes in your mind. 

Every memory of your best friend brings a hurtful pang to your heart. 

He was the only one who knew about your feelings for Steve and surprisingly he kept encouraging you to ask him out, to make your move. 

Would he be proud of you now? 

Or would he still make fun of you for liking someone like Steve? 

You step away from the mirror and walk over to the window, closing it before you leave your room and make your way downstairs. Eddie isn’t picking you up for once, even though he called you three times already, asking if he should come pick you up and if you’re truly feeling good enough to drive yourself again – you are. The headaches are gone, the dizziness is gone too. All that is left are the nightmares and the sudden rushes of anxiety but you are okay, you feel okay. 

You walk over to the dresser in your hallway, reaching inside the key bowl to retrieve your car keys when something else catches your eye. The one single key, lying in there, you reach for it, furrowing your brows as you trace your finger along the metal, letting it fall in your palm. 

You still remember the day when Max had showed up at your house, asking for you to take Billy’s car before Neil would destroy it in a moment of rage. 

‘He’d want you to have it anyway.’ She said as she handed you the keys. 

You remember how you broke down crying the moment you got into the driver's seat. You missed your best friend and it felt so wrong to sit in the place that once belonged to him. 

You got the windshield fixed and anything else that needed to be repaired, before you parked it in your garage, planning to never open the gate again and just leave the car there until Max would ask for it back. And, you did leave it there, for a few weeks at least. 

Your car broke down on a hot Friday afternoon and the mechanic at the local shop told you that it would take a few weeks to get it fixed. You walked and used the bus for a few days, and then the rain and the storms crashed upon Hawkins, giving you no choice but to take the blue Camaro.

Max even joked about it, she told you that it was Billy who caused your car to break down and who somehow let it rain and storm over the town so you would finally take his beloved car out for a ride because it’s just too pretty to be hidden and locked away in a dark, cold garage.

You’d sometimes drive around at night, when the streets were empty and no one was around. 

When you visited your sister in Indianapolis, you took his car. 

But now it’s been a while, the last time you sat behind that steering wheel was right before the apocalypse almost hit the town. 

A sigh falls from your lips as you stare at the key. 

“Not today,” you murmur as you place it back where it laid before and reach for your keys. 

The drive to Eddie’s new place isn’t a long one, he only lives a few streets away from you now, it would only be a ten minute walk but you desperately waited for the moment when you could finally drive again, and you didn’t want to pass up on the opportunity today. 

You missed this, sitting behind the steering wheel, instead of the passenger seat, longing to be the one in control. You missed picking the music yourself – not that Eddie’s music taste is a bad one, you just need a mix of everything, not just rock and heavy metal, sometimes you just need a girly pop song – not that you would ever admit it to him. 

When you arrive at your destination and you pull up to Eddie’s driveway, you notice that Steve’s car isn’t there yet. Only Jonathan’s car is parked next to Eddie’s Impala. 

Steve is never late, yesterday being the first time that he was the last one to arrive, so he is either still waiting for Robin or… running late is his new thing. 

“There she is!” Eddie chuckles as opens the front door at the same time as you get out of your car, “and she’s here in one piece!” 

A laugh tumbles from your lips as you close the door and lock your car before you make your way over to him, eying the new shirt he’s wearing – which is just another band tee that you have never heard of before. His curly hair up in a bun and a can of beer in his hand.

“I’m a good driver, what are you talking about, Eds?”

He furrows his brows, lips curling into an amused smile, “are you?” 

You walk up the steps to his porch, greeting him with an eye roll, “you know what, next time I’ll pick you up.”

He smirks, using his index finger to point at your car. 

“What, with your baby Mustang over there?” 

You squint your eyes at him, “nope, I’ll take the hidden gem in my garage.” 

“Wait what… What hidden gem?” 

“You’ll find out,” you wink at him, trying to brush past him when he stops you, placing his hand on your arm, he pulls you back softly. 

“Wait.”

You raise your brows at him, “yes?” 

He’s got the twinkle in his eyes, the one he always has when he’s happy about something. His lip twitches, pale cheeks slowly changing color, he’s barely able to contain his excitement as he bounces on his feet.

“Guess who scored a date?” 

Your eyes widen, lips parting as you remember the pretty waitress from the diner. 

Eddie is blushing, lips now curling into a full smile. 

“Oh my god, really?” You ask as a grin appears on your face. 

“Yeah! I’m gonna take her out tomorrow night, I can’t fucking wait, sweets.” He says with a dreamy look in his eyes. “She was so sweet a-and fuck… she’s gorgeous, don’t know how she said yes to me.” 

You frown at him, reaching your hand out to pinch his cheek, “you’re a handsome, sweet boy, Edward, now shush. You’re gonna knock her off her feet. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” 

His eyes soften, he rubs the back of his neck before his fingers trace the scar on the side – you know that it’s now an insecurity of his, just like it is one of yours. Scars litter your skin from where a bat had left a gnarly wound on the back of your shoulder, from where Jason had hurt you, from where he had left reminders for you that he was the one who did this to you. 

But your scars aren’t nearly half as bad as all the ones on his skin. 

“I’ve never been on a date before,” he murmurs, eyes flashing with doubt. 

“So? It’s gonna be even more special then,” you shrug.

“I just don’t wanna mess it up.” 

“You won’t,” you smile at him, “you’ve got that special charm, one that makes others like you right away, you’re funny and you’re sweet, now stop doubting yourself or I’ll kick your ass and hunt down every asshole who ever made you feel otherwise.” 

He chuckles at your words, though his eyes are still soft as he looks at you. He doesn’t doubt you, he knows that you would actually hunt down every name on the list of people who hurt him. 

“Got it?” 

“Got it.”

“Good,” you say, sternly.

“Good,” he nods. 

You stare at each other for a moment before you both burst into giggles. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and he pulls you inside his house, narrowing his eyes as he takes in your dress.

“Who’d you dress up for, sweets?” He asks, “there’s no hot guys here.” 

“Well, aren’t you humble?” 

“No hot guys besides me, of course,” he corrects himself after clearing his throat, smirking at you. 

You only shake your head in response. 

You pass by the kitchen and the big shelf that was specifically customized for Wayne’s mug collection. Vinyls are on the walls in the long hallway that leads to the living room where you hear the chatter of your friends and the faint music that sounds through the house. 

The smell of weed already lingering in the air. 

The sound of Nancy’s giggle, followed by a voice you hadn’t heard in a while makes you furrow your brows.

“Argyle is back?” 

Your surprised voice along with the wide eyes you look at him with make him chuckle. He knew you weren’t paying attention when he told you about it days back. You were too distracted by whatever daydream you were stuck in as he let both you and Steve know that Argyle was coming back to spend the summer in Hawkins before going off to college in September – something that Eddie definitely won’t be doing, he won’t be going to college, he won’t be going anywhere, at least not now, not yet, maybe not ever, even though it’s all he ever wanted. 

He walked the stupid stage, he snatched his diploma and he finally flipped Higgins the bird, despite the glares, despite the whispers of the people who still blamed him for what had happened weeks back but it doesn’t matter, he tells himself. It doesn’t matter what they say or think because he got people who believed him, people who care about him, people who were willing to fight for him, people who are worth staying for. 

“Yeah, he’s here the whole summer.” 

“Ooh, means we’re gonna get high a lot, cool,” you giggle. 

“Like we don’t do that all that time,” Eddie rolls his eyes, though a smile tugs at his lips as he pushes towards the living room, your feet carrying you closer and closer to your friends. 

Despite Steve not being here yet, you already feel the rush of excitement mixed with the nervousness of what you plan on doing, flushing through your veins. 

Your eyes first fall on Jonathan and Nancy who are standing by the door that leads out into Eddie’s backyard, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, a smile tugging at her lips when she sees you. 

“Hi!” She waves at you, a friendly look on her face. 

“Hey,” you smile at her before you look over at her boyfriend, greeting him as well. You then turn your head to your right, your smile widening when your eyes meet Argyle’s already very dazed ones.

He stands up from his seat on the couch, his hair falling in front of his face a little, he opens his arms, revealing his Bob Marley shirt to you. 

“Well look at what the cat dragged in,” he jokes as he steps towards you, “come here, chica.” 

You chuckle, leaving Eddie’s side to greet Argyle, who instantly pulls you into a tight hug. The smell of weed enveloping you, right away.

“I didn’t know you’d be back so soon!” 

“So soon?” He slurs, patting your head when you pull back again, chuckling when you swat his hand away. “You didn’t miss me?” He jokes as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, just the way Eddie did before, he pulls something out of his pocket, handing it to you, “here, got you a little gift from California.” 

Your eyes lighten up in amusement, a smile tugging at your lips as you look at the blunt he’s holding, you take it, holding it up as you look up at him with a grin, “why thanks.” 

“You gotta share that one with me,” Jonathan grins at you, lazily. 

“You’ve had enough already,” Nancy rolls her eyes, though not without a smile on her lips. She pats his chest, “come on, let’s go outside.” 

“Yeah, you guys go ahead, I’m gonna grab some more drinks,” Eddie says before he leaves the living room. 

You all step out into the backyard, walking over to the little fire pit where the flames are already glowing, surrounded by the comfortable seats. The sound of water flowing from the stream filling the air with a fresh scent, the smell of flowers and the trees giving you a sense of peace. 

Eddie’s backyard is comforting and nice, despite being close to the forest, it’s making you feel safe. He wouldn’t have this now if he hadn’t been dragged into a world of darkness – unlike you, he didn’t grow up in wealth, he didn’t have a fancy house, a fancy backyard with a pool. No. Eddie grew up in a lonesome house, one that certainly wasn’t as luxurious as yours or the one he lives in now. The house he grew up in was haunted by painful memories of his mother that he lost at a way too young age and his father who came and went as he pleased, it was the only thing that he had, the only thing he called his own, but that was taken from him too and he had no choice but to move in with his Uncle Wayne, who had done everything to give him a home – and now, Eddie gave him that back, he gave Wayne a home, a nice house with a nice roof over his head, a garden that he always wanted to have. Eddie had tried to keep the upside down a secret, he didn’t want to talk about what was out there, he didn’t want to worry him, he didn’t want to tell him where all the money actually came from but Wayne isn’t stupid and Eddie isn’t exactly the best at keeping secrets from the people he loves and cares about. 

You wonder what you would have told your parents if they were still here – would you have told them the truth about what actually happened at the Creel house? Or would you have kept it all a secret? You are certainly much better at keeping secrets hidden. Eddie couldn’t even look Wayne in the eyes when he told him that the bite marks on his skin came from a rabid dog and not from interdimensional bats. 

Something cold touches your shoulder, making you flinch in surprise. You tilt your head up, meeting the eyes of your best friend again, “where’s your head at, sweets?” He chuckles, holding the can of diet pepsi out to you. 

With furrowed brows, you look down at the drink and reach for it, “thanks,” you murmur, “and uh, nowhere. I’m just fascinated by your backyard.” 

His dimples show when a laugh escapes him, he takes a seat beside you, snatching away the blunt from your lap, he places it between his lips and uses his red lighter to light it up. He lets out a content sigh as he leans back, puffing out the smoke into the sky before he takes a look around, “it’s nice isn’t it?” 

You nod, pulling the tab on your pepsi, it opens with a pop. 

“It’s better than mine.” 

He turns his head to look at you, a bewildered look on his face, “you’re crazy, sweets. You got a pool.”

“You got one too!” You chuckle, pointing to the pool that has yet to be used, it’s warm out, not hot yet. 

“Yeah, well yours is fucking huge, and you got a hot tub too!” 

“You got a hot tub, chica?” Argyle gasps from your right, “oh, you’re rich rich.” 

“Correction, my parents were rich.” 

“Correction, we’re all rich now,” Jonathan adds, pointing at you with a dazed smile. 

“Rich isn’t exactly the term I would use,” Nancy mumbles as she takes a sip of her soda. 

“Then what term would you use, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, shaking his head at her, “enlighten us.” 

Nancy clears her throat, placing her elbow on the wooden armrest, “we’re taken care of.” 

Jonathan snorts, putting his hand on her thigh as he gives her an amused smile, while she already rolls her eyes at whatever is about to leave his mouth – there’s no annoyance behind her eyes though, no tension in her body from where he touched her, unlike with Steve, who she always looked tense and irritated with. Back then you didn’t understand why, there were so many questions in your mind when you watched them and when she left him – how could anyone be irritated with Steve? How could anyone be tense with someone that provides so much love and warmth to the people he so deeply cares about? How could she leave him? How could she break his heart? Who could ever hurt Steve Harrington? 

“Just admit it, we’re rich.” 

A groan echoes through the backyard, one that doesn’t belong to Eddie, Nancy or anyone else sitting in the circle. You all turn your heads towards the house, finding a very annoyed Robin making her way over to you, a six pack of beers in her hand, sunglasses perched on her nose even though the sun is starting to go down already. 

Eddie isn’t surprised at her barging into his home, she does it all the time, to him, to you, to Steve, he doesn’t mind it though. 

You straighten your back, holding your drink tighter as you look away from her, waiting for Steve to walk through the door. 

The feelings inside of you start to rise again, your heart picking up the pace as your skin starts burning from the excitement.

Robin plops down in the seat next to Eddie, placing the beers on the ground as she slumps back, sighing loudly. 

Everyone’s watching her, expecting a rant already but you’re still fixated on the door, waiting for him. 

“Buckley, why so angry?” 

She pulls her sunglasses up into her hair, turning to face him, “I’m glad you asked,” she murmurs as she reaches for one of the beers, “Dingus ditched me, so I had to walk all the way here!” She throws her arms up dramatically. 

You furrow your brows at her words, the burning on your skin beginning to die down just as fast as it came. 

Argyle and Jonathan chuckle at her. 

“You live 3 blocks away from here…” Nancy mumbles. 

“Not the point, Nance,” she argues, glaring at her friend. 

“Wait, so Steve isn’t coming?” Jonathan slurs. 

Your eyes are wide and hopeful, your hand clutching the can tighter as you dig your feet into the grass beneath you, a weird feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Wetting his dick with Heidi seems more fucking important today,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes as she raises the beer to her lips. 

Your heart drops. 

The burning in your skin disappears completely as the fire is replaced by ice, the coldness of it freezing your whole body, stopping your heart and taking the false hope away as it kills every feeling that had taken home inside of you just seconds ago. 

Your eyes are stuck on her like you’re waiting, waiting for her to laugh and say it was a joke, that he will be here soon, that he isn’t out with some other girl after what happened between you and him yesterday. 

“Whoa, what?” Eddie mumbles, holding his hands up, “so… he’s on a date with the girl he didn’t want to keep seeing?” 

“Yep.”

Every ounce of excitement is now replaced by the sickness in your stomach, the lump in your throat that makes you struggle to breathe. 

What were you thinking? 

That the game you played wasn't just a game to him? That it was something more than that? That he wanted you just the way you always wanted him? That he could ever feel something for you? 

You don’t know whether you want to laugh at yourself or cry. 

How saddening it is to long for someone who was forced to like you. 

While you were getting ready, making yourself look pretty for him, thinking that he might like you in this dress – he was getting ready to take out another girl, a girl that he chose to like. 

You slowly slump back in your seat when Eddie’s laughter pulls you back into reality. You blink, masking the shocked, pained look on your face with a relaxed one as you take a sip of your drink, hoping that it will get rid of the lump sitting in your throat – it doesn’t. Nothing does. 

Your friends move on to another topic, while you stay there, where you will stay for a while now. The pain of the rejection that has never even taken place, slowly sinking in and everything around you begins to suffocate you – the dress you are wearing, the necklace around your neck, even the presence of your friends. 

You don’t want to be here any longer, you need to be alone. 

But you can’t go, not now, not yet. 

It would be too soon, too obvious and they can’t know, no one can know about your feelings for Steve, about how much it hurts to feel that way for him. 

So you hide the pain as best as you can, you nod along to your friends' conversation, you speak and you laugh when you have to, even when everything inside of you wants you to cry both out of sadness and anger. 

You’re not even angry at him, you couldn’t be angry at him even if you tried to be. He doesn’t know about your feelings – if he did, he wouldn’t have filled you with false hope, you know he wouldn’t. 

He wouldn’t string you along, you know he’s not the type of person to do something like that, not even to you. But you really thought that you had something, that there was something between you, that’s why you let your walls crumble, that’s why you started acting upon your feelings, that’s why you were ready to do more than just the subtle touches and the flirtations. 

You wait, you wait for the right moment to leave, when everyone is distracted enough, you get up, after whispering an apology, a lie into Eddie’s ear, knowing that he doesn’t believe you, that he will probably call you later or even show up to check on you. But he lets you go. 

And as you leave your friends, making your way back into the house, their laughter echoes in your ears, their happy voices and the cheerfulness they’re all feeling, that you were supposed to feel too. 

You blink back the tears, not wanting them to fall just yet. 

You make your way back to your car, not wasting a second to start it and drive home, your vision blurred and your throat hurting from how much you want to cry. 

How foolish it was of you to think that you could ever stand a chance – there was never one to begin with. You will always be the one in the shadows, the one to secretly watch him, the one to secretly want him, the one with the jealousy and the heartache, the one wishing to be anyone but herself because maybe then, he would want you too. 

The smell of smoke from the campfire is now lingering on your clothes and in your hair, tears are now falling freely, ruining the makeup that you have spent hours on, the makeup that you can’t wait to wash off now. 

You don’t even want to think about him. 

You don’t want to ask yourself what he’s doing now. 

He touched you so softly, so subtly, and yet it did everything to set your insides on fire, to make you feel special, even if only for a short moment. 

Now he is touching someone else, in far more special ways. 

A frustrated sigh falls from your lips when you step inside your home, it’s cold and empty, something that you have felt like for a very long time until he started the fire inside of you, only to make it die again… and all without his knowledge. 

You walk up the stairs and past your room, going straight into the bathroom, feeling the need to wash away the day, as though it could ease the aching in your chest. You start the shower before you turn to the sink, not even bothering to look at your reflection in the mirror, it would only make you feel more pathetic. 

You can feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks, the quivering in your bottom lip. 

You hate this, you hate the sadness that you shouldn’t be feeling in the first place. 

You got no reason to be sad, you should have put your feelings aside, knowing that nothing would ever come out of it. 

It was all so obvious, it was just teasing, nothing more, nothing less. Nothing ever happened, so why would it happen now? He just found another way of messing with you, so that you two wouldn’t go at each other's throats like before.

You just have to go back. No more teasing like this. No more letting yourself get sucked into delusions. He is just having fun while you crave something more with him and get hopeful. 

You aren’t having fun. You wanted more.

You have no choice but to go back to how you were before this… thing started. 

Once your makeup is off and your dress is now laying on the bathroom floor, you step inside the shower, letting the warmth envelope you, hoping for a sense of comfort from it. 

Standing there for a moment, you let the water rain upon your skin, matching the pace of your tears that you’re willing away. 

You will hunt Billy in the afterlife for making you believe that King Steve could ever want you. 

You use your scented shampoo, hoping that it will get rid of the smell of smoke in your hair. You love campfire’s but you can’t stand the stench it leaves on your clothes and your hair. 

Your hands run over your smooth skin as you wash your body, reminding you of the fact that you even shaved this morning – you couldn’t feel more stupid than you do right now. 

Despite the loudness of your own voice cursing at you inwardly and the water hitting the glass, you hear the sound of your doorbell going off – multiple times. 

“What the fuck,” you murmur in confusion. 

It keeps ringing again and again – once, twice and it stops after a third time before it turns into rapid knocking. 

You know it isn’t Eddie, he wouldn’t even have the patience to ring your doorbell and wait for you to open, he’d just barge right in. 

You’d choose to ignore it if the person outside wasn’t so goddamn persistent. 

You turn off the shower, squeezing the water from your hair before you get out, and wrap a towel around your body. The mirror is fogged, as the rest of the room is, you open the door and step out into the hallway, that now feels colder than before. 

The knocking continues, filling you with anger. 

Who shows up at night, knocking like a mad man? 

Maybe you shouldn’t make your way downstairs now, maybe you shouldn’t open the door to whoever it is on the other side. It could be anyone or anything but you doubt that Vecna came back from the dead to knock on doors now and hunt you of all people – he could have done that weeks back, you went through enough trauma, he could have easily chosen you but even he didn’t want you. 

You rip open the door, ready to curse and yell at whoever is terrorizing you at this hour but every word gets caught in your throat and even your breathing halts for a second as your glassy eyes meet the hazel ones that you have been missing all day. Frustration and anger swirling inside them, blazing fire raging behind his eyes. His cheeks are slightly flushed, his chest rising up and down heavily as he stands on your porch, looking better than ever. 

“Steve?” His name tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it as you stare at him in confusion. 

He eyes you up and down, taking in the sight of your exposed skin that is still dripping with water before he clenches his jaw, raising his hand to run his fingers through his hair, tugging at it. 

Steve Harrington is fucked. He is utterly fucked. You have cursed him in every way possible, he can’t get you out of his mind, he can’t get you out of his system and the thought that you were only playing with him drove him insane. His hunger for you made him desperate, desperate for release. 

So in his state of frustration and desperation, he called up Heidi, thinking that a date and sex with a girl he had been with before would help him move on and stop thinking about you but who was he fooling. He couldn’t even kiss her when she leaned in to greet him with her lips, he dodged her. He couldn’t even listen to the things she was telling him after they ordered their drinks. He couldn’t care less about her. All he could think about was you. All he wanted was you. He wanted your lips to kiss him, he wanted your hands to touch him, he wanted your body under his and the more he thought about it, the more he stopped caring about a possible humiliation after he’d finally make a move on you, he needed you, and he needed to try – if you’d reject him, then so be it, at least he would know and not live with the what if’s in his head. 

He canceled the date in the middle of it, not caring about how messed up that was. He drove her home and without a second thought, he drove here, he came to you. 

And now, you’re standing in front of him, in nothing but a towel, water rolling down your soft skin, big eyes filled with confusion, lips parted, lips that he wants to kiss until he grows breathless. 

The sight in front of him does little to make any of this easier for him. You look like you’ve just walked out of one the dreams he had about you. 

“You gotta be kidding me,” he murmurs under his breath, surprising you when he invites himself into your home, brushing past you with an intensity that almost knocks you off your feet. 

You blink, turning around abruptly, a bewildered look replacing your confused one. 

As you take in the sight of him, your sadness begins to dissolve as the anger you started to miss floods through your veins the longer you look at him. 

You slam the door shut when the wind causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, you hold the towel tighter against your body as you glare at him, “what the fuck?”

“I have to be the one to say that!” He argues.

“Excuse me?” You scoff, your face now burning with rage. Every second that passes now makes you forget about the tears you just shed over him, irritation sparking inside of you so wildly that you want nothing more than to kick him out of your house for behaving that way towards you for no reason. “Weren’t you on a date with… Heidi?” 

Steve clenches his jaw at the mocking voice, at the smirk now tugging on your lips. He chuckles, though not in amusement, he points a finger at you, “see, that’s what I’m fucking talking about!”

Your brows knit together at his outburst, the fire in his eyes growing stronger and bigger. 

“Harrington, if you came to yell nonesense at me, just fucking leave!” You roll your eyes and turn away from him, making your way back towards the stairs. 

But his scoff stops you. 

“Oh, so you keep running away huh!? Didn’t you already get over that!?” 

You turn around with nothing but anger boiling inside of you, “running away!? From what!?”

This should have been enough to make him turn around and leave, because clearly nothing changed, clearly this is still just a game to you – but he has hope, and he is desperate enough to throw every bit of his dignity away and risk something. 

“Oh, don’t play fucking dumb right now. Acting like that for two weeks and pretending to be stupid is not a good look on you, Blondie.” 

You take in a sharp breath, digging your fingers into your towel as you frown at him. 

What does he want from you? 

Why did he come here? 

Was the date so bad, was the sex so awful that he had to come here to torture you? 

Without another word, you turn around and you stomp up the stairs, not wanting to see him, not wanting to hear his voice anymore. 

Your heart starts pounding in your chest again, and you can’t help but wonder – did he figure you out? Did he figure out your feelings? Is that why he is here? To confront you about them? To reject you?

You feel more and more stupid about what you had wanted to do when you woke up this morning. 

Just when your feet carry you up to the second floor, and you rush across the hallway to walk into your room, his footsteps echo behind you, making you more irritated than before. You turn around to face him, but before you can even say anything, Steve is suddenly right in front of you, and his hands reach out to grab your waist, he pushes you against the wall behind you, gently, careful not to hurt you. 

The gasp that falls from your lips startles you. His hands that touch the only thing that covers your body leaving your skin on fire. Your heart rate picks up so rapidly that it nearly steals your breath away. You look up into his golden brown orbs, the ones that are nearly black as he steps even closer, invading your space completely, making you breathe in the scent of his cologne, the one that has butterflies swirling in your stomach. 

He catches you off guard completely. 

You feel so vulnerable, so exposed as you stand there, caged in by his arms, his breath on your skin, his eyes that are filled with so much hunger. 

The words die on your tongue, and yet, after you breathe in more of his scent, you open your mouth to speak. 

“Shut up, Blondie… Just shut up for a second,” he murmurs, interrupting whatever words you had prepared to lie to him with. 

His right hand leaves your waist, inching closer to your stomach as his fingers trace the hem of your towel, drool already forming in his mouth at the sight of you, he is ready to take you, ready to devour you and make you scream his name before he fucks you for only this time. 

He notices the way your chest is moving, the way your breathing stutters. 

“W-What are you doing, perv?” You stutter as you watch him play with the opening of your towel. 

He can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at your insult. 

“Perv? Are you going to continue to play fucking dumb?” 

“Dumb? You are the dumb one if you think that I’m going to be the one to break into your teasing.” 

Steve’s eyes flash with satisfaction. 

This is what he wanted – to hear you admit that you were playing that game with him after all and not because you were playing him and stringing him along just to turn him down to gain something from it, whatever it might be. No. You were doing just what he was hoping for, all along. 

You want him just as much as he wants you and that’s all he needs to know. 

You roll your eyes at him, turning your head as you try to push your way out of his grasp but before you can even step away from him, his hands stop you but not on your waist this time. His large hands cup your cheeks, making you freeze. You stare at him wide eyed when he brings you closer, and you can’t even react before his whole body is suddenly pressed against yours, your heartbeat lurches into your throat. 

As though his touch wasn’t shocking enough, his next move almost causes you to collapse, because now it isn’t only his body against yours, his hands on your cheeks or his breath on your skin, now it’s his lips… his lips on yours, his lips moving against yours in desperation as he takes every last of your breath and makes it his own. 

You can’t do anything, you can’t move, you can’t breathe, you can’t even blink as you stare at him – how his eyes are closed and his cheeks are flushed, the furrowed brows as he kisses you with a kind of passion no one has ever kissed you with before. 

Steve is kissing you. 

Steve Harrington is kissing you. 

His lips are moving roughly against yours, his hands holding your cheeks so softly, yet with an intensity. 

This is all you ever wanted, to feel his touch and his lips on yours but you are too stunned to move, too surprised to kiss him back right now, too distracted wondering if this is real or not.

Along with the shock, you feel the slightest bit of insecurity flooding through you because even though he is kissing you, you can’t help but wonder why. Why isn’t he with Heidi? Why isn’t he kissing her right now? Did she turn him down? Did he come here because he just needed someone? Because he knew that you would fall for this? Or is this just another way for him to tease you? 

Those questions prompt you to push him away, forcing him to break the kiss that he was so deeply lost in. 

You notice the way he begrudgingly pulls away, the way he seems so drawn to your lips, the way his brows furrow in confusion now, his face is flushed and his pupils dilated as he looks at you with nothing but desperation in his eyes – he isn’t teasing, he wants you, he wants you right now and isn’t that all that matters? That he wants you?

His eyes stare into yours as he is breathing heavily. A flash of rejection takes over his features and by the look in his eyes, you can tell that he is beginning to get lost in his anxious thoughts – thoughts that you quickly shut down by making the move that he just made. You cup his cheeks and you pull him down, closing your eyes as you slam your lips against his for the very first time. 

Unlike you, he wastes no second to reciprocate the kiss, a sigh of content leaving him as he presses you back against the wall. 

Warmth blooms in your stomach, one that doesn’t stay the same temperature for long because the moment he deepens the kiss, the moment his hands hold you tighter and his knee parts your legs, sliding his thigh in between yours as the kiss gets rougher and rougher, you feel the warmth evolving into a deeper, burning sensation – a fire inside of you that only he can mend. 

You can’t believe that this is happening, that something that you had been craving for years is now here. 

And Steve, he feels his heart pounding in his chest from the rush, from the adrenaline, from his desperation that grows bigger and stronger when he feels just how much you want him as your lips move roughly with his. 

You're hesitant with your touch, but when he grabs your face and pulls you even tighter against his body, his thigh pressing stronger against your core, you can’t help but throw your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into the hair that you’ve always wanted to touch. 

You can feel him smirking against your lips when you moan into the kiss, which prompts you to tug at his hair and press your tongue against his bottom lip.

He welcomes it into his mouth so eagerly, his tongue now clashing against yours as his palms slide down to your waist while your hands reach for the front of his shirt, fisting the material tightly as you begin to drag him into your room. 

You both know, you both feel where this is going, what this is leading to – what the past few weeks have been leading to. 

You want this, you need this, you need him, even if just for tonight. 

And you know, you already know that you will be done for, that he will ruin you for anyone else but you couldn’t care less, right now. Especially when he kisses you with so much roughness, everything about this setting all your insides on fire, leaving your skin burning and yet aching for more. 

Steve is careful not to step on your bare feet as you lead him backwards into a different room. Excitement bubbles in his stomach and he grows even more breathless than before, he pulls away and breaks the kiss but doesn’t hesitate to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing and biting your flesh, “I fucking hate you, Blondie. I hate that I want you so much.” 

Your lashes flutter as you close your eyes, tilting your head to the side as you feel your stomach and your heart fluttering at his touch, at his lips on your skin but especially at his words. 

Your knees grow weak and a needy whimper falls from your puffy lips. 

All that echoes in your mind now is I want you. I want you. I want you. 

You don’t even care about the other things he said to you, you only care about the three little words you have only ever dreamt of before. 

You almost fall when you feel the back of your legs hitting your bed, but he keeps you upright, not pushing you down just yet. He keeps nibbling on your neck, kissing, biting, sucking as he breathes heavily against you, growing harder against your stomach. 

“Couldn’t even finish the fucking date, couldn’t do anything cause I kept thinking about you, Blondie,” he speaks into your neck, fingers now dangerously close to your bare skin behind the towel. 

Your heart nearly explodes at his words and you can’t help but sigh in relief, knowing that nothing happened between him and Heidi. And all because of you. 

“You drive me fucking crazy, I want to rip the towel right off–”

“Then do!” You whine, not caring about how eager and desperate you sound, “show me how much you hate me, Stevie.” 

He pulls away from your neck after placing another wet kiss to your skin, strands of your hair getting caught in his as he faces you again, with flushed cheeks and almost black eyes he looks at you and takes in the sight of you, the pout on your lips, the flustered look on your face, big eyes that you are begging him with. 

He doesn’t even bother to look around the room, just caring about the bed behind you. 

He rips the towel off your body, letting it fall to the ground, his hands find your bare waist that he grips tightly as he throws you on the bed, smirking at the gasp that leaves your lips again. 

Without hesitating to, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and rips it off. 

Just like back then on the boat, when he took his shirt off before he jumped into the water, you stare at his chest, almost drooling at the delicious sight in front of you. His broad shoulders, the scar around his neck that makes him look even hotter, the hairs on his chest, the muscles in his arms that have visibly gotten bigger since high school. You bite your lip as your eyes move down, almost whining when you see the bulge in his tight jeans. 

You wish you could run your finger down his chest and his stomach, tracing every little scar that the bats have left behind, but instead, you push yourself up, blushing at the fact that you are completely bare in front of him. You reach for his belt, fingers beginning to fumble with the metal when he stops you with a simple touch and a headshake. 

“None of that,” he murmurs as he leans over, his hands digging between your ass and the mattress as he suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before you, he throws your legs over his shoulder and looks up at you with hooded eyes, “I need to hear you first.” 

You nearly combust when you feel his breath on your pussy and his lips on your inner thighs. A whimper falling from your mouth as you try to close your legs out of instinct, blushing even harder than before. 

“You’re fucking soaked,” he smirks, holding your thighs open as he teasingly slips a finger through your folds, “all for me, huh?” 

You don’t answer but you don’t need to, the loud moan that you let out when he dives right into you with his tongue, gives him everything he needs to know. 

He moans in content as he grabs your ass roughly, eyes rolling back when he tastes you for the first time, he almost starts drooling over you, finding pleasure in this. 

He teasingly licks a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, circling the tip of his tongue around your already aching nub as he uses his fingers to part your lips. 

You scrunch up your face as his tongue pleases you in ways your fingers never could, sighs and whimpers start escaping you as he now presses his thumb against your clit and he starts eating you out, his moans vibrating against you. 

Your mouth falls open as your back arches in pleasure, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you as you fall apart completely. 

No words are spoken as you both just enjoy this moment of bliss, him getting lost in you, you getting lost in the pleasure he blesses you with. 

You focus on everything and also on nothing – his whimpers send shivers through you, his tongue that he fucks you with making you gasp and drool, and despite the heaviness in your eyes, you manage to open them, wanting, needing to see him. 

He eats you out slowly, yet desperately, fingers and tongue now working together to unravel you. His eyes are closed and he keeps moaning and whimpering as saliva runs down his chin. He looks so content, so pleased from only this. 

Steve curls his fingers inside of you as he keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it. 

Tears of pleasure prickle in your eyes as needy sounds keep escaping you. You hold the sheets even tighter now, closing your legs around his head, caging him in between them. 

Steve finally opens his eyes, they darken even more now when he sees how you are falling apart for him, it only prompts him to fuck you even harder with his tongue and his two fingers. 

Your moans and whimpers are enough to drive him crazy, enough to make the erection in his pants feel painful but he wants more, he needs to hear his name falling from your lips and he gets what he wants only seconds later when your body grows tense and your back arches again as a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Steve!” You nearly scream as you come undone, writhing beneath his touch. 

You tilt your head to the side, bringing your hand up to your face, you bite your teeth into your knuckles as hot tears run down your flushed cheeks. 

Steve laps at your pussy, moans still falling from his mouth. Only as you whimper weakly does he pull away from you, but not without giving your clit another teasing lick, causing you to spasm which only makes him chuckle darkly. 

He carefully removes your legs from his shoulders and lets go of you before he rises back to his full height. 

You instantly press your legs together, breathing heavily as you try to calm down from the orgasm he just gave you. 

What Steve didn’t do before was take in the sight of your bare body, and now as he does it, he has to swallow harshly, his dick twitching in his jeans, begging for release. He finds himself aching for you, even more than before, he not only wants you, he needs you in ways he can’t even describe. 

He watches the way your chest glistens with sweat, your nipples hard from the pleasure that curses through your body, your eyes are shut, your brows pulled together. He licks his lips before he bites down as his eyes trace every inch of your skin, the scars that make you look even more attractive. 

It takes everything in him not to drop to his knees and taste you once again. 

He needs you, he needs to feel you wrapped around his dick, he needs to hear your moans as he fills you to the brim, he needs to fuck you. 

Steve unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking against each other, causing you to open your eyes at the sound. 

You look at him through your glassy eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows as you watch him unbutton his pants but before he pushes them down, he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket and you watch him curiously. 

He opens it to take out the condom he had prepared for a different… less exciting occasion. He hastily pushes his pants and boxers down, his dick slaps against his stomach and he fails to notice the way your eyes widen or the way your lips part in surprise at the sight, at the size of him. He steps out of his shoes, cursing under his breath as he pushes them aside before he uses both hands to part your legs, getting on the mattress.

Before he rips the foil apart, he looks into your eyes, wanting your consent first but no words have to leave his mouth because you are the first to make the move, you sit up slightly, taking the tiny foil pack from his fingers, surprising him by bringing it up to your lips and ripping it open with your teeth. 

Despite the streaks of tears on your skin, the fucked out look in your eyes, the shakiness in your body, you look at him so dangerously. 

And he can’t do anything but watch you in awe for a moment, how you wrap your much smaller hand around his dick, pressing your thumb against his slit to tease him. 

“O-Oh fuck…” He shudders, eyes nearly closing at only that. 

You bite your bottom lip, trying not to drool as you roll the condom over his length. You look up at him again to find him staring at you with flushed cheeks and lust in his eyes. It’s dark in the room, but you can see each other just well enough, the moon shines brightly into your room tonight. 

You can’t even help yourself when you cup his cheeks and pull him down for a kiss, closing your eyes when your lips meet again. 

He grabs your waist, making you crawl back until you’re far enough on the mattress for your head to hit the pillows when he pushes you down. He presses his hands on your knees and you part your legs eagerly for him. 

His fingers trace your skin as he brings his hand up, passing your hip bone and your waist and grabbing your boob with roughness as he slips his tongue into your mouth, wanting you to taste yourself. He pinches your nipple with his fingers, smirking against you when you whine and writhe underneath him. 

You reach your hand down, not wanting to waste any more seconds, you wrap your hand around his dick again, jerking him off a few times before you line him up with your entrance, whining desperately again. 

Steve breaks the kiss and opens his eyes to look at you, “you’re so desperate for my cock, huh?” He breathes, still playing with your nipple. 

You raise yourself up a little, pecking his lips again as you nod your head. 

He can’t believe that you are this needy for him, that you are giving him those eyes. 

If only he knew how many times you have dreamt of this moment. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

“Please what, Blondie?” He teases you as his hand now slides down your stomach, fingertips brushing your clit, making you shiver. 

You blink and you breathe heavily as you place your hand on his shoulder, “please fuck me, Steve… Please…”

A satisfied smirk appears on his face, your desperation making him feel smug – but the smugness quickly dissolves into something else when he pushes inside you and feels your tightness around him for the very first time. 

You breathe in harshly and hold it, shutting your eyes when you feel him stretching you out. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment, not his tongue, not his fingers, nothing. The stretch is both painful and delicious, it makes you gasp but it also makes you drool as he inches deeper and deeper. 

Steve can only curse and whimper in pleasure as he watches his cock disappearing inside of you, he doesn’t push in fully though, too scared to hurt you. 

He bites his bottom lip, bottoming out again before he pushes back in, listening to the wet sound and the neediness in your voice as you moan. 

“M-More,” you whine, your eyes now watching him, “please…”

His dick twitches at the sound of that and at the look on your face. 

“Fuck me, Steve.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, he pushes in deeper than before, until he’s buried inside of you completely. Usually, he would take a moment to catch his breathe, to adjust to the tightness but he is too eager, too desperate for this. So he grabs your hips and he starts thrusting, slowly at first, not wanting to hurt you. 

You gasp, hands finding the sheets beneath you again as your eyes follow the movement of his hips, watching the way his dick slides in and out of you. You throw your head back and look at his face next.

Strands of his hair fall in front of his eyes, his lips are puffy from all the kissing, his cheeks are flushed. He is moaning, for you, because of you. You are in utter bliss, feeling pride swell in your chest when he moans even louder as you clench around him. 

He watches the way he fucks you, eyes growing darker and darker and then, he looks at your chest, the way your tits bounce from the movements, something that prompts him to move his hips even faster, fucking into you harder now. 

“F-Fuck,” you whine loudly. 

His eyes meet your face and the pleasure on it is suddenly not enough for him, he wants to throw you over the edge, he needs to hear you scream for him. 

He curses under his breath when you clench around him again. 

Steve’s knees dig into the mattress, his fingers now holding you even stronger than before, he is sure to leave bruises but you don’t mind, you would never mind. He fastens his pace, railing into you and thrusting in and out of you, making you fall apart in the matter of a few seconds. You can’t speak, even if you tried. All that you can do is moan pathetically, letting him use you. 

“You take me so well, holy shit, Blondie,” he whimpers, voicing out his thoughts, brows scrunching together as he watches you, your lips parted, moans that he only ever dreamt of leaving you. “L-Look at you, fuck. If I knew that my cock would shut you up, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” 

“S-Steve!” You whine with a high pitched voice, something that only leads him to pound you even harder even if a tiny part of him wants to mock you. 

Your eyes roll back, the tension in your stomach rolling back in, only stronger and hotter this time, and you already don’t know what to do with yourself, but when he suddenly reaches for your legs, hooking the back of your knees around his forearms, your eyes widen when they meet his again and a wicked smirk appears on his face as he starts fucking you from a different angle, snapping his hips into yours so wildly that you can’t help but cry out as your eyelids become droopy, tears now begging to be released, just like the drool that starts coming from the corner of your mouth. 

The room now filled with nothing but the dirty sounds of your skin slapping together, the squelching noises from your pussy and his pleasing moans. 

Steve watches you in awe, eyes growing wide when he sees just how cockdrunk you are for him. 

He fucks you recklessly, eagerly and as though it is the last thing he will ever do. 

Your tears fall freely, your whimpers turning into cries the moment his thumb finds your clit again. 

He feels your walls clenching around him, gripping his twitching cock tightly – and he knows you’re close, he knows that he is close but he doesn’t want to stop, he doesn’t want this moment to be over. 

Steve savors every second, pounding into you roughly and harshly, grabbing your face with his left hand when your head falls to the side, he needs to watch you, he needs to see you when you cum around him. 

“You wanna cum for me?” He asks breathlessly. 

You nod eagerly, without letting a word fall from your lips, you only nod and whine. 

You feel the overstimulation rushing through you, the fire in your stomach that is about to burst into something bigger. You can feel him everywhere, he is so deep inside of you that it makes your body shake like crazy, but it feels good, so good that it almost wants to make you cry for different reasons when you think about how this could be a one time thing. 

His hand leaves your face, he throws his palm into the pillow next to you, holding it tightly as his own eyes fall shut now, moaning your name as he picks up the pace of his fingers against your clit, his hips snapping faster into yours now. 

“I-I’m–”

“I know, I know…” He coos, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck. 

You feel the urge to feel him even closer, so despite the weakness in your body, you use every bit of your strength to lift your hand and press it against his warm back. 

“Cum for me,” he whimpers into your neck before he bites into your flesh, marking you up for anyone to see. 

A loud gasp tears out of you as his last thrusts grow rougher and his fingers move faster, you can’t help but dig your nails into his back, scratching him as stars blur your vision and the shockwaves grip your body so tightly as you cum around his cock, just as he spills into the condom, moaning into your neck. 

You can’t even feel your tears nor the drool still coming out of your mouth, all that you can feel is him. Your arm now falls back onto the mattress and your eyes shutting as the darkness starts to envelope you. 

“F-Fuck,” he whispers as he stops moving, pressing another kiss to your neck before he pulls out of you, hissing at the feeling. 

He can feel your trembling body beneath his, the sighs that keep falling from your lips, he smugly pulls away to take a look at you, only to see your eyes dropping as you start to lose your consciousness. 

“Shit,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks, “you okay, Blondie?” 

You nod as best as you can, slapping his hand away as you snuggle into the pillows, not even bothering with the blanket. 

He scratches the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he watches you fall asleep so quickly. He can’t help but feel smug as he looks at the way your thighs are trembling still. 

He stands up, leaving the room to walk into the bathroom, where the light is still turned on. He steps inside, noticing how the mirror is a little fogged, the smell of vanilla and strawberries lingering in the air, making his stomach flutter ever so slightly. 

Discarded clothes lay on the ground, he picks them up and puts them on the counter before he rolls off the condom, tying it up before he throws it into the trash. He turns towards the sink and washes his hands before he walks back into your room, a smile tugging on his lips. 

He plops down beside you, pulling the cover over you and himself, scooting closer to you. 

He doesn’t know where this will go or what is going to happen tomorrow but as he looks at your stained face, and every single previous second replays in his head, he is sure of one thing. 

There is not a single fucking chance that this is going to be a one time thing. 

♡

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[chrisbitchtree]

One of Steve’s moms favourite things to do when she was with Billy was to tell him embarrassing stories about Steve’s childhood, which Billy was incredibly thankful for, even if Steve was always mortified when Billy would recount the tales later.

Of all the stories, the one that had stood out to him the most was the story of Steve going to the dentist and getting laughing gas as a child. He was convinced that there were tall, green aliens at the end of the dental chair, waving hello to him, and he couldn’t be convinced otherwise.

“They’re right there!” He’d shouted around the dental tools in his mouth, pointing at his feet and causing the dentist to jump and almost puncture Steve in the gums.

“Sure there are, honey,” his mom had replied, patting his hand from her chair beside the dental chair, trying to hide her giggle. “You stay still and I’ll wave for you.”

For the remainder of the appointment, Steve continued to point at the “aliens” and it had taken hours after they’d returned home to convince him that the aliens were special dental aliens and they hadn’t followed them home, and no, they weren’t under Steve’s bed.

***

Billy had laughed, but then largely forgot about the story until Steve had come home from a dental appointment saying that he had to get a root canal, and they would be administering laughing gas.

“I’ll take you, pretty boy, that way you don’t need to call a taxi after.” Now was his time to see Steve on laughing gas in action.

Steve had protested, telling Billy that there was really no reason for the blond to take time off work, but Billy insisted, so Steve shrugged, agreeing.

***

The day of the procedure arrived, and Billy drove Steve there, waiting in the lobby while Steve had his dental work done.

About an hour later, Steve emerged into the reception area on the arm of the dental assistant.

“Hi Billy baby!” Steve garbled out around the gauze stuffed in his mouth, waving frantically at Billy, a dopey smile on his face. “I can’t feel my face!”

Billy rushed to collect Steve, a grin spreading over his face. He thanked the assistant, who informed Billy that the dentist would be out soon to talk to Billy about Steve’s after appointment care.

A couple minutes later, a young brunette woman emerged through the swinging door and headed right for Billy and Steve.

“Hi,” she said, sticking out her hand for Billy to shake. “I’m Dr. Phillips. You must be Billy. Steve’s husband? Steve’s told me so much about you.”

Billy took her hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you Dr. Phillips.”

“Isn’t he pretty? Look at him. His hair is so curly and his skin is so gold.” Steve said suddenly, turning to the oral surgeon.

She nodded, a smile on her face. “Yes, Steve, he’s very pretty.”

Steve leaned in closer to her. “Did I tell you how nice his boobies are? He has nice boobies. And a big” Steve held his hands out about a foot apart, which was flattering, but frankly untrue. “I have a big crush on him. But don’t tell him, ok? Billy can’t know I like him.”

The doctor winked at Steve conspiratorially, making a motion as if locking her lips. “Your secrets safe with me.”

She turned to Billy, whose face was now crimson. Fuck, he thought Steve would just talk about aliens or something again. Billy felt like he was going to melt into the floor.

Thankfully, the doctor went through Steve’s care plan quickly, and they were able to get on their way.

“Hey,” Steve said to Billy, tugging on the blonde’s sleeve. “Did I tell you I have a crush on Billy? He’s the best.”

Billy smiled, looping his arm around Steve’s shoulder and pulling him close as they walked to the parking lot. “No, Steve. You’ve never told me. I’m sure he’d be really happy to hear it though. I think he has a crush on you too.”

“Really, you think so?” Steve asked, his eyes wide.

Billy’s heart warmed, filled with fondness for the silly brunette. “Yeah, I really think so.”

[passivenovember]

There’s an ugly bruise on the inside, somewhere, that’s got its fingers wedged between his ribs. 

“Can you keep a secret?” The guy asks, lips curled and curdled in the chill, gumming a thick dairy-rich smile he aims to spread over Steve like marmalade that’s gone bad. 

He’s never felt like this before. An itch, spreading under his skin, raising gooseflesh all along the back of his neck so his fingernails scratch along the rim of PBR Steve cracked hours ago to keep him from lunging at the guy’s sockets instead.

Billy’s boyfriend waggles his eyebrows.

Steve doesn’t say anything. 

He clocks the backyard, mostly empty now that everyone’s inside having apple pie with homemade ice cream, and wonders if he could get away with murder. 

Billy’s boyfriend looks around, leaning forward until Steve can smell turkey stuffing and brown gravy on his breath. “I’m going to ask Billy to marry me tomorrow,” He says.

And.

Maybe there’s a plane crash. Maybe it parades into an intersection at rush hour. Maybe it causes a pile up and a bus full of senior citizens plows into a hospital that’s dedicated to nursing sick orphans back to health.

Maybe the whole world burns down in two seconds.

Steve sips the PBR even though it’s gone flat. Even though he knows what’s coming.

“Will you help me?” Billy’s boyfriend asks, and.

Every time he breathes, Steve’s heart shudders in resistance. With every blink, microscopic parts of him break off and blow past the fairy lights in Joyce’s backyard, spreading to the four corners like seeds that hope against all hope that they’ll find somewhere to grow.

Steve’s entire life flashes before his eyes, and it’s just like the movies.

Light-leak film, sepia colored memories of Abraham Lincoln playground and Billy, covered in Cinderella band aids. 

Middle school dances where they ditched early to eat Chicago dogs at the only food cart in Hawkins. Freshman afternoons, studying with Billy in the library where the Golden-hour would turn him to folklore. 

Senior year, and college, and rush after homecoming bash after graduation, wishing and hoping Billy would look at him and realize that they belonged together.

And now this.

Now the end.

Steve rocks a little, on his heels, reeling like he just took a PBR can to the gut. 

Billy’s boyfriend stares at him, big brown eyes flooded with hope and pixie dust, and.

Love.

So much love Steve can feel it crackling through the air. It’s warm and pure and true. 

Exactly what Billy deserves. What Steve always wanted to give him--

“Congratulations,” Steve manages.

Because it’s what he’s supposed to say. How his mother always taught him to respond to good news, even if it sinks his own.  

He’s bleeding, somewhere. The words have spikes. They scrape on the way out. He finishes the rest of his beer. “Excuse me.”

“Sure,” Prince Charming says.

Steve stalks back toward the house. It’s warm inside. Golden, filled with warmth and laughter. All over the place, everyone’s cuddled up in knitted love made special from what they found at the end of the world.

Eddie and Chrissy, Nancy and Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper, Max and Lucas--

Paired off. Two by two, parading down the rose-pedaled isle Steve has always wanted for himself, and.

“Hey,” Someone says, smile draining slowly from their lips. “Steve, you okay?”

Steve doesn’t know who noticed him. Doesn’t care, he just. Can’t see Billy right now.

Ever again.

“Yeah,” Steve mumbles, searching for his coat. “Yeah, I’m just a little tired.”

Joyce dries her hands on a towel, brows plated with sachrine worry. “You don’t want to stay and help decorate the tree?”

He chances a look around the room and almost deflates in relief when Billy isn’t there, washing the dishes or packing leftovers. “I’m really sorry, I’m just so exhausted, all of a sudden,” Steve lies. He sniffles a little, for good measure. “I think I’m coming down with something--”

“Well, here,” Joyce tells him, rounding the kitchen table, “Let me pack you something to take home, since I won’t see you until Thursday.”

Steve makes it quick. 

Says his goodbyes with a fire under his ass, swallowing against the rising tide of panic and regret that he let his yellow brick road pass him by. That he didn’t do something about all the love he’s carrying for Billy when he had the chance.

No one seems to notice. 

They fall back into their own rhythm, filling the hole left by Steve and five minutes later he’s out the door, balancing Tupperware of Thanksgiving leftovers against his chest when a lighter flares red in the darkness.

“You leaving?”

Steve pulls away from the driver’s side door, stomach settling like cement around his ankles. 

Billy watches with narrowed eyes from the soft, romantic glow of the front porch. The soft blue sweater that protects him from the chill of Hawkins in November stands in staunch opposition to Billy’s face. 

His jaw is tight. Teeth on edge.

He’s uncomfortable. He’s caught on to something.

“Yeah,” Steve says quietly. “Yeah, I’m out.”

“How come?

Billy’s beautiful. 

And he’s always been beautiful, but Steve takes a snapshot of him, like this. Thanksgiving, full of turkey and apple pie and love that he doesn’t see coming. Silver on his ring finger. 

Steve shrugs.

Billy pushes off the side of the house, at that. His nose is red from the cold, eyelashes so long they look like pine thistles swirling against pools of blue when he gets close enough. 

“You can’t leave, yet,” Billy insists.

Steve’s already gone. He’s sold the house, maybe, bought a plane thicket--

“I’m tired.”

“That’s a dumb reason,”  Billy says quietly. “You get the weekend off for the holiday--”

Steve flares red-hot with annoyance. “I don’t give a shit about that, Billy, I came and had dinner and now I want to go home.”

“I never see you, anymore.” Billy stares at him, looks right into his soul. Ashes his cigarette, puffing on it even though his hands shake. From the cold, maybe. 

Steve doesn’t say anything. 

He grips the car door, resisting the urge to slam it in Billy’s face when he discards his cigarette and moves closer, thick, clever fingers fiddling with the collar of Steve’s jacket. 

“I can’t watch you marry someone else,” Steve says simply. “I’ve watched you love someone else for so long, but. I can’t do that. It’ll kill me.”

It feels good to say it.

He tucks a lock of hair behind Billy’s ear, aching to find it rosy with the cold.

Billy watches him, face dissolved into a single, sugary twist of pain. His eyes are blue. So blue they put the morning sky to shame. So blue they give Steve third degree scorch marks all across his memory, burning everything else to the ground until Steve cracks like a block of old cement. 

And Billy doesn’t look surprised.

Or shaken up, or all that heartbroken when he cups Steve’s jaw between both hands. 

Steve waits for him to say the words. I don’t love him, I love you. I want to be with you, let’s run away together. Come live with me and we can play pirates--

Steve doesn’t hold his breath.

[sammyboyimagines]

Can I request a possible fluffy/smutty fic between Billy and plus-size reader where they've been together for quite a few years and Billy finally gets the courage to propose after many failed/interrupted attempts and they celebrate in the best and most magical way possible after dinner with friends?

//I love this request thank you anon!!! I got really carried away and I think I stayed with the request. I actually like writing for Billy much more than I thought I would.

Summary: Billy finally gathered to courage to propose after a couple failed attempts. After a great dinner, you celebrate with your new fiancé. 4.5k words

Warnings: established relationship, 18+ MINORS GO AWAY, small praise kink, swearing, oral (f receiving), facesitting, idk what else.

"Hold on. Y/n! It's your clingy boyfriend!" Steve called out through the video store, making you cringe inwardly as you set down the poster you were hanging up.

"Y'know, you don't have to yell. I'm like 20 feet away." you grab the phone from his hand and hold it to your ear. "Yes?" Billy often called you at work. It annoyed the hell out of Steve, who had to yell across the store every time. He knew he didn't have to yell to get your attention. He just wanted to embarrass you.

"Hey, sweetheart," Billy's deep voice was just what you needed during a challenging day at work. You could feel yourself soften after hearing him call you sweetheart. "Hey! I'm so glad you called. I've been having the worst day ever." you heard his chuckle through the phone. It made your heart soar.

"You can tell me all about it tonight, doll. I just have a couple questions. Do you still have that red top that I like?" you looked at Robin, who was sitting next to you trying to listen in. 

"Uh, yeah. Why?" you were thoroughly confused now. It wasn't unnatural for Billy to ask obscure questions but nothing like this. You heard him sigh through the phone. "No reason. You still have that skirt that I like?" you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Yes, but why? Is everything okay, babe?" you were actually concerned at this point. 

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, doll. I want to take you on a date tonight. Can you wear those?" Billy wasn't usually this direct, he'd tease you into oblivion about the tiniest things. He always knew how to make up for it though.

"Oh, yeah sure. Where are we going?" you heard nothing but silence from the other end for a good 10 seconds. "It's a surprise, but I think you'll like it." it was very cryptic of him.

You didn't like it. It wasn't his norm.

"Okay, I gotta get back. I'll see you after work, I love you." you hung up, your confused expression worrying Robin.

"Did he break up with you? I'll walk right up to him and slap him if you need me to." you laughed and grabbed a stack of films to put back on the shelves. "That won't be necessary, Robin. Thank you. He's being very weird. He asked me to wear something special.." you were oblivious to the implications of that request. Robin, however, was not.

She nodded her head quickly, "I'm gonna go...fix something...be back in a minute." you took her departure as your moment to restock. You heard faint whispering, making you look over to Steve and Robin, who were smiling and whispering to each other. You couldn't hear what they were saying, and you had a rough day, so you didn't really care.

Billy was at home, running his hands through his soft curls. He was planning on proposing to you, and he was absolutely lost. "Fuck, this is gonna go terrible. Just like last time. Maybe I shouldn't.."

He had proposed two times last year...well, almost proposed. Last year, around February, he took you out to go stargazing just a little outside of Hawkins. He began his speech, his hands grasping your hips as he pulled your soft body towards his. "We've been together for years and it still feels brand new. You make me feel so good, you're so special to me and I want you to know that. I want you to know how much you mean to me. A-and that's why- Hargrove!" his bashful smile disappeared. He looked away from your gorgeous eyes and saw his friends pulling up in a pickup truck with some drinks. 

Assholes

"Saw you drive out here. We're gonna get a fire started and have some beers. Want in?" He stuffed the ring back into his pocket and helped you off the bed of his dad's truck, grabbing the soft blanket you had been sitting on. "Let's just go home," he told you, and you were blissfully ignorant at that moment. You agreed.

Proposal ruined.

He was very close that night. He had been grumpy the entire week afterward, feeling terrible for not going through with it. He wanted the moment to be perfect. He wanted to be uninterrupted when he proposed. He desired to see the teary smile on your beautiful face as he asked you to be his forever. That's why he refused to propose that night.

Or last October, he had you over for a home-cooked dinner. He frowned when looking back on it because it was Halloween night, and the kids were ruthless. "Y/n, this night couldn't have been more perfect. You're perfect. I don't think I could ever find someone who makes me feel this happy. You make me want to be a better person- *knock, knock*" he slammed his fist onto the table roughly and made his way to the door.

"Son of a bitch, what do you want?!" he swung open the door, only to be greeted by Dustin and his little friends in their Ghostbusters costumes asking for candy. (pretend this fits in the timeline pls). Max waved shyly, to which he smiled awkwardly. (no bad sibling relationships here)

"Woah, you look very angry. Oh, hey Y/n!" Dustin waved at you through the doorway, to which you waved back, a precious smile across your face.

"Get your candy somewhere else. We're kinda busy." Billy had the ring box in his hand still, his brain moving too fast for him to process it being exposed. Dustin gasped dramatically and laughed. "Oh shit! Better luck next time, douchebag." He shrugged and stumbled off the porch.

The little shit. 

So, after those two attempts, Billy was terrified to propose again. With each failed try, it broke his confidence that you would say yes. He knew you loved him. That much was clear by the way you'd greet him with a kiss whenever you saw him. But, he wanted to spend his life with you, and he was unsure that you wanted the same thing.

So, he bought gifts. Chocolates, flowers, and a dress you'd been eyeing every time you passed the store while on a walk. Part of him bought them just in case you rejected his proposal. He desperately wanted everything to go perfectly.

"Stop worrying, she'll accept. If any asshole tries to interrupt, just ignore them." he was trying to soothe his nerves. He still had 3 hours until the date. He had been talking to himself for an hour trying to psyche himself up for this important moment.

Back at the video store, Robin and Steve were onto him. "He's gonna propose, I bet 50 bucks." Robin was beyond excited for you, and Steve was too. "Do not tell her, do not hint at it. I swear I will make Keith give you longer hours." Steve threatened Robin gently. He was aware of Robin's habit of rambling, and he was very worried that she'd spill the secret.

The phone rang, making both of them jump. Steve rushed over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Steve, I need you to do something." Steve's eyes widened as Billy told him about the plan. He didn't want to mess up the proposal and face the terrifying wrath of Billy. "I'm taking Y/n to dinner tonight and I'm inviting you and Robin, her best friends. I'm planning to propose to her. I know I should have told you in advance but I'd really like you both to be there. Do you think you can do that?" Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. How could he refuse?

"We'll be there." Steve usually kept his promises. Especially, big ones for his best friend. Billy thanked him profusely, shocking Steve. Billy wasn't the nicest guy but Steve put up with him for your sake, otherwise, he would have kicked him out every single time he walked in to visit you on your lunch breaks.

You finished up your shift, which ended an hour earlier than Steve and Robin's because Keith wanted you to open up that day. Billy wouldn't tell you this, but he pulled several strings to pull this proposal off. That included threatening to punch Keith if he refused to let you leave early. So you said goodbye to Robin and Steve. They were practically shivering with anticipation. (i love making this reference pls tell me you get it antici....pation)

You drove yourself home, thankful for finally saving enough to buy a car so you didn't have to get a ride from Steve anymore. After hearing their lovely conversations about boobs and god knows what else, you didn't know how much you could take. You loved them to death though.

"Billy, I'm home!" the house was eerily quiet, even though you saw Billy's car in the driveway. After saving enough money, you both decided to rent a small house until the point came when either of you wanted to move out to something bigger. After hearing your voice, Billy panicked and shoved the gifts into a closet.

He shuffled down the stairs and greeted you with a big hug, making you yelp quietly against his shoulder. "Oh! Is everything okay? You don't usually go in for hugs.." Billy wasn't a hugger, his favorite thing to do was to kiss you. Anywhere and everywhere.

"What? I can't hug my sweetheart?" he held your waist, admiring your body in your work uniform. "Now, tell me what happened at work. Who do I have to talk to?" he let you rant on as he gently trapped you against the wall. Billy kissed your neck as you talked about your day. Suddenly the asshole customer seemed like a forethought.

"Are you trying to get me to forget about it?" you ran your hand through his soft locks, smiling at his hum in response to your question. "You just give me a name and he'll never bother you again, sweetheart. I'm sorry you had to deal with him. I think work needs to stay at work, it's just us right now. That's all we need to worry about, doll." He held your chin, admiring your face. Your soft jawline that he loved to press soft kisses against, your chubby cheeks that he loves to squish while you're asleep next to him in bed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. So why do you want me to wear that outfit for our date?" Billy froze up, he wasn't expecting questions about the date. "No reason, doll. Let's take our time getting ready." he was desperately trying to make you forget about it. He starts to unbutton your work uniform, watching the fabric fall from your body. "I think a nice shower will make you forget all about your worries." he loved being intimate with you, he wasn't the best with his words so he returned the affection with kisses and sleepless nights.

You stepped into the shower, with him following. "You're acting very aloof today Billy. I don't like it. What's going on?" Billy frowned, he didn't realize that he was becoming the stressor.

"I just have a few fun things planned for us after the date. I promise everything will be fine. Do you trust me?" his hands ran up and down your soft body, massaging your hips and ass. You giggled and grabbed his hands. "That's very inappropriate, Mr. Hargrove. I thought this was a relaxing shower.." you smirked. He held your cheek.

"Fine, but you're in for it tonight." He knew you would be upset with him for lying about his intentions about your date, but he hoped his proposal would make up for it.

After your shower, you both got ready for your date/his proposal. Billy watched you getting dressed, not in a creepy way, just admiring you. The restaurant you were going to wasn't a fancy place. It was where you had your first date with him. It was one of the best nights of his life. He met you, you talked for a couple hours over a hot meal, and then went back to his place and stayed the night. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

During the drive over to the restaurant, Billy kept sneaking glances at you, his heart in his stomach as he tried to keep steady on the road. He was hardly nervous during the relationship. He was the strong one, your rock. But now he couldn't look at you without feeling the need to pull over and get it over with. However, he thought that it had to be perfect. He owed it to you.

You helped him get through tough times and he wanted nothing more than to make you his wife so he could give you everything you could ever possibly want.

He opened the door for you, smiling through the unbearable nerves that were racking his brain. He looked over and saw Robin and Steve at the table and he let out a sigh of relief. "I invited your friends, I hope you don't mind." you saw Steve wave a little too enthusiastically and Robin grabbing his arm from the air to scold him.

Lovable weirdos.

You giggled. "It's fine with me but doesn't complain when they talk the entire time." you teased him as you took a seat across from them in the booth. "Hey, guys! Why are you here?" Billy's eyes widened as he watched them start to fumble for an answer.

Robin cleared her throat. "We've been stressed and we asked if Billy would let all of us hang out. Sorry for third wheeling, well third and fourth wheeling?" Robin smiled widely in hopes to sell the lie, you nodded and looked at the menu. "Sure sure."

Billy felt like he was going to have a heart attack, his mind was traveling a mile a minute. "So why did you have me wear this outfit? Not that I'm upset, just curious." Billy held your thigh under the table. "This is what you were wearing on our first date, I'll never forget it, sweetheart." He kissed your head as you chuckled. "Wow, you're much more romantic than I thought you could be," Steve smirks.

"I've never seen you like this. Never knew how soft you were, Hargrove." Steve chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. Billy took his eyes off of you. "Shut up, Harrington." he gently held your jaw and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. "You look so beautiful." he was putting himself out there, desperately trying to show how genuine he was. He was terrified of rejection.

After a delicious meal, and a shared dessert between the two of you, he was holding the ring box in his pocket, near hyperventilating. Luckily, the booth wasn't around many people in the restaurant, so there wouldn't be too many eyes on him at the moment. Steve looked at Billy and got the message. He started talking to Robin about work, something that he knew would deter you from caring about their conversation.

"Y/n, tonight has been great. I want you to know how much I love you. I look at you and I just can't believe how I ended up with someone so beautiful, so angelic." He was surprised at himself for not falling apart after the first sentence. "Aw, I love you too." you giggle at his words. They were so sentimental and so unlike him.

Steve and Robin were talking quietly, both ignoring each other to listen in to the proposal.

"Let me finish, doll." he chuckles and takes your hands in his own, his palms slightly sweaty. "After our first date I just couldn't wait for what the future held, and after spending years getting to know all about you, I know what I want." He was hinting at it, but you were still oblivious. He was thankful for that.

"I want you. I want to wake up each morning knowing you're next to me. I want to kiss you goodnight every single night. I want to be yours. We've been together for a while but it feels like we aren't close enough yet. I need to be closer and connected. You've changed me. I was a hothead, and I had so many issues I didn't know how to face. But you helped me, you got me to open up, be vulnerable."

Billy recalled the first time he cried in front of you. He had a rough night with his father and he came over to calm himself. That's when he opened up about it all, he cried on your shoulder as you comforted him. It was the first time he realized he was in love with you. 

"You're my everything, and I want a future with you." He stepped out of the booth and got on one knee, pulling the ring box out of his pocket. His heart was thumping so hard in his chest that he could barely hear you gasp when you realized what he was doing.

You felt tears prick at your eyes as you watched him gather the courage to speak. It was endearing. You looked over at Steve and Robin, who immediately motioned for you to watch Billy. 

"Will you marry me?" Billy sighed in relief, he finally said it. After two failed attempts, he finally got to say it. Whether you rejected him or not, he finally gathered the courage. 

"Yes! Yes!" You pulled him in for a tight hug before you kissed him softly, and tears started to run down your face. Bily put the ring on your finger, his shaky hands holding your own.

"Took you long enough." Steve smiled. "We're gonna get out of here. Congratulations to you both. Hargrove, I'll beat your ass if you hurt her." This was the second time he'd given the "don't hurt her" speech, and Billy had yet to disappoint.

Once they left, Billy sighed in relief. "I've been trying for a year, doll. I know it took me a while to propose." You shook your head. "It doesn't matter, we're engaged now. I'll be Mrs. Hargrove, your wife, yours." Billy's eyes lit up.

"God I love you."

You hardly got in the door before Billy was tearing your shirt off, popping quite a few buttons. "Hey! I thought you liked that shirt?" Billy chuckled and unbuttoned his own shirt. "I'll buy you a new one. I can't wait any longer." He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to him. He kissed you. The kiss was desperate, hot, and longing. 

"Wanna know why I love this skirt so much?" he slaps your ass, pushing you forward against him. "Your ass looks fucking amazing in them, love watching you walk away baby." he chuckles and picks you up, to which you protested.

"Relax, I'm a man. I can hold up my girl. I wouldn't carry you if I didn't think I could." He wrapped your legs around his waist. "Jesus your thighs feel so good." He strokes your soft plush thighs, groaning to himself. He carried you to bed and set you down. 

"Take your bra off, sweetheart. Wanna see those gorgeous tits." He took his jeans off, admiring your stomach and arms. It drove him crazy every time he held you to him. He often traced your stretch marks in your sleep, loving the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips. He hums and lays you down, kissing your breasts and neck. 

"Keep the skirt on." he lifts up your skirt and his jaw drops. "No panties? Are you serious?" He was incredibly turned on now.

"Well, if I had known you were proposing I would have worn them. You said to wear a skirt.." you giggled when you saw his face turn red. "Such a dirty girl, god I love you so much." he was gushing over you. 

He smiled at you. "I'll get to that later." he sucked on your boobs, his hands grabbing yours and putting them in his hair. "Pull my hair, sweets." You obeyed, pulling his hair gently as you moaned his name softly. He could listen to your noises all day. He loved pleasing you so he could hear your sweet perfect little moans and whimpers.

"You've got such perfect tits, I don't know what I did to deserve you. I get you underneath me every night. Fuck." he groans into your breasts, pushing them together and humming. "Billy please.." you didn't know what you were begging for, but you wanted his mouth on you.

"Mm, want me to go lower? Maybe you should sit on my face, sweetheart." You held your moan when Billy reached down to rub your clit slowly. "Billy I'll suffocate you." you suddenly felt a little insecure. He frowns and sits up. "No sweets. I'll be fine, sit on my face please." he was practically begging now. "Fine, but don't let me suffocate you." He rolled his eyes and laid down, pulling you closer.

"You look so pretty in this ring. Can't believe you're mine." He hums and looks up at you as you hover over his face, holding up the skirt you were wearing. Billy clicks his tongue. 

"Don't hover, sit." he pulled you down by your hips. He immediately got to work eating you out. His tongue worked magic as you moaned his name followed by a string of curses. Billy's hands held your thighs, groaning against your pussy as he felt your soft thighs clench around his head. You dug your fingers into his hair, pulling a little harder with each swipe of his tongue over your entrance.

"Fuck, don't stop please-" you could feel a pressure building at the pit of your stomach as you got closer to your release. Billy could feel it too while he fucked you with his tongue. You tore your hands away from his hair and held the headboard of your bed, rolling your hips as Billy ruthlessly ate you out, his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit. Your loud moans were drowning out the quiet groans that Billy let out. He was getting pleasure from this too. 

And he did, he kept going. "Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? I can feel it," he mumbled against your hot skin. He got to work faster, his large hands grabbing your thighs tightly, the pressure only turning you on more. "Oh shit.." your body shuddered as your orgasm hit you suddenly. Billy held you down on his mouth, his hands holding your hips letting you ride out your orgasm.

He lifted your shaky figure off of his mouth. "See? Told you I wouldn't suffocate." He chuckles and takes off his boxers. "God you're so pretty when you come, so fuckin' gorgeous." he pulled you towards the end of the bed, his hands caressing your inner thighs.

"Think you can take me? Such a good girl, I know you can." he hums as he presses soft loving kisses along your neck. "Please fuck me, I need you.." you took Billy's hair in your hair, tugging lightly. He laughs quietly.

"Mm, so desperate.." He hid it, but he was so fucking close. If you moaned his name one more time he'd be a goner. He grabs his dick, pumping himself a few times and lining himself up with your pussy. 

"I can't believe you're mine, baby. Fucking say it. Say you're mine.." he pushes in slowly, inhaling deeply to keep control. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure. No matter how many times you slept with him, it always felt like the first time. "I'm yours, fuck me I'm yours." you moaned out, half whining.

He pushed all the way in. "Fuck it sounds so good when you say that. God, I love you so much, princess." he thrusts into you, taking a moment to wrap your legs around his waist as he pounded into you.

You moved your hips to match his thrusts, making him groan on top of you. Billy put your legs on his shoulders, his hands holding your thighs as he fucked you better than any other time previous. "It feels so much better knowing you're all mine. We're fuckin' engaged, I love you so goddamn much." he was letting his emotions pour out of him as he got closer to his own orgasm.

His fast thrusts made you moan his name repeatedly. While he was pouring his feelings out, you were too fucked out to form a single thought other than his name. He loved it. He loved seeing the fucked out look on your face while the only word coming out of your mouth is his name while you beg for anything he'd give you. You looked up at him while he pounded into you. He was biting his lip while he focused on the way your thighs and stomach moved with each thrust. It turned him on. He groaned your name, "I can feel you clenching, sweetheart. Come for me please, please baby. I don't know if I can hold back much longer." You didn't have to be told twice.

He kept up the pace, listening to your sweet moans as your orgasm washed over you. "Good girl, good fuckin' girl." he shudders, desperate to hold off his own orgasm. "I love you, Billy. Can't believe I'm your fiance.." you were smiling blissfully to yourself, but the thought of being yours drove him crazy. He stopped, spilling himself into you as he slowly collapsed onto you, kissing your neck lazily.

"Oh my god, you're too good to me, sweetheart." he pulled out and laid next to you. "Wanna take a bath with me? I'll clean you up." he pulled you to him, kissing your head.

"Mm only if you behave.." you knew Billy better than anybody, you also knew that he couldn't go through an innocent shower or bath without being extra touchy. You ran your hands through his soft hair, admiring the tired, stupid smile across his face.

"Fine, I'll try. No promises. I just can't keep my hands off you. You're my fiance." he was trying to hide the fact that he was so giddy, so excited to finally make this big step. 

"Remind me to thank Robin and Steve." you yawned. Billy nodded and sat up next to you. "I've been trying to propose for a year. I tried twice." he watched your jaw drop in shock. "How? You never asked me!" you frowned.

"It was never the right time. But this was definitely the right time tonight. Did everything go okay for you?" you laughed at his question.

"Are you serious? It went perfectly! You did everything right." you watched his eyes light up. "Okay, thank you, sweetheart. Now let's go have that bath." He held your hand as he helped you off the bed.

Your legs felt like jelly. Billy laughed. "Happens every time, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and help me."

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*!*!* Strawberries & Chocolate. *!*! (Chapter 6)

Find Info About This Chapter Here.

WARNINGS: Blood, Making out, Cigarettes, Hung over, Homophobia, Self-hatred, Depression, Swearing.

y/s = your sexuality.

Y/N woke up on his bed, his head spinning. He didn't remember a lot from yesterday. He sat up on his bed, seeing that his room was cleaned. Were his parents home?

Y/N got up, putting on new clothes. His hair was a mess. He walked down the stairs, his head hurting. He smelt breakfast, the tasty delicious smell of food. Y/N walked into the kitchen, a huge smile on his face.

Thereby the stove stood Steve in a red apron around his waist, cooking bacon. "Good morning, Y/N," Steve said, placing toasted bread on a plate.

Y/N sat down on the chair by the kitchen island, looking at Steve while he cooked. Steve walked over to him, placing down the plate, hands on his hips. "Enjoy the food," Steve said, smiling.

Y/N nodded, grabbing the fork, and taking a bite out of the food. A smile on his lips, "Hurry up with eating your food, otherwise, we'll be late," Steve said, Y/N raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Late for what?" he asked, "School, duh," Steve said.

They arrived at the school parking lot, both stepping out of their car. Steve searched his car, grabbing a box of chocolate strawberries, and handing it to Y/N. Y/N smiled at Steve.

"You really didn't have to get me these-" Y/N said, chuckling, Steve nodded, humming, "Felt like giving you something special," Steve said, "Cya after class." Steve said, heading off.

Y/N took one of the chocolate strawberries, taking a bite, a smile on his lips. Y/N walked towards the school building, his head still hurting.

Y/N felt eyes on him, then it hit him, He remembered everything from yesterday. How he hit Billy yesterday, how he basically went insane during the night, how he drinks tons of beer cans, and Steve took care of him. Y/N hated how he fell for three guys. Who was all different from one another.

Y/N opened his locker, staring at the mess. He didn't feel bothered cleaning it up. He had algebra today. And he hadn't finished his homework. He had been a fucking mess lately. He took another strawberry to calm his nerves.

He was quickly snapped out of his mind when someone slammed their fist on his locker. Y/N stared at the figure. It was Billy Hargrove. Y/N let out an annoyed groan, staring at him. Billy grinned, grabbing Y/N's hand harshly. "Meet me at my car after school, homo," he said, letting go of Y/Ns hand. Y/N was confused and annoyed. Who does that randomly?

Y/N watched Billy storm off. Y/N was extremely confused, who in their right mind does that? Y/N wasn't loving how the day went so far. He wanted to go home.

Y/N had just finished Algebra. His teacher had been yelling at him about how he forgot his homework at home & didn't even finish it. Y/N couldn't really be bothered. He never liked school, who even did like school anyways?

Y/N sat down on a bench outside on the school grounds, eating his strawberries still. He couldn't stop eating this, it was a gift from Steve. And he loves chocolate.

Y/N heard footsteps approaching him, and supposedly it wasn't Tommy this time. He saw guys who were dressed in hellfire shirt approach him, sitting down by the bench. "Hey, L/N!" Eddie said.

Y/N placed the bag of chocolate-dipped strawberries in his bag. He smiled at Eddie & the rest of hellfire. "Whatsup?" Y/N asked.

Eddie smiled, "Tomorrow we have a campaign, you coming right?" Eddie asked, grabbing Y/N's hand. Y/N felt his cheeks heating up, a wide smile on his lips, "Yup! I will come," Y/N said.

Eddie grinned, eyes locked at Y/N's, "Great! We will be happy to see you join!" Eddie said, excited.

Y/N nodded, looking at the curly haired man & his group.

Y/N stared at the clock, remembering he have to meet Billy now. He didn't look forward to this. His head was aching, his throat hurting.

He threw his bag over his shoulder, heading outside to Billy's car. He noticed the dirty blonde curled hair man standing by his car, smoking a cigarette. Y/N let out a annoyed sigh, walking up to him.

"You wanted to see me, Hargrove?" Y/N said, groaning in annoyance. Billy smirked, nodding his head, "Yeah, I wanted to see you, homo." Billy said, gripping onto Y/N's jacket, pulling him closer, their face just a few inches apart.

Y/N eyes widened, one part of him wanted to stay there and see what will happen, and the other part of him wanted to push Billy off and just go home.

Billy raised an eyebrow, grinning like an idiot. Y/N pulled away from Billy. He felt sick but also good. "What the fuck-" Y/N said, confused. Billy walked closer to him. "Let me kiss you." Billy said.

"What the hell- what the hell- we can be seen- you willing to risk your fucking rep for me!?" Y/N said. All of this was so weird to him.

Billy dragged him to his car, "Sit in the front seat." Billy said, Y/N couldn't help but obey him. He sat in the seat, seeing Billy sitting down on his lap. Feeling Billy's lips on his.

Y/N let out a gasp, his face heated up. His mind was thinking about Steve, Eddie & Billy. This was confusing to him. He loved this. But he also hated it. Despised this.

Y/N pushed Billy off again, running out of the car, his mind fuzzy. Billy sat there in the seat, looking at Y/N who was running away. He licked his lips, smirking. "You'll be back, I know so," Billy said, sitting down in the driver's seat.

Y/N had been walking for so long that he didn't notice Steve pulling up next to him & the rain pouring down, "Y/N, GET IN, IT'S RAINING-" Steve yelled, Y/N sighed, stopping.

He climbed into Steve's car, wet.

Steve looked at him, worried, "Where did you go? I was looking for you after school," Steve said, a worry in his voice.

Y/N covered his face with his hands, his mind fuzzy, "I'm sorry- I just didn't feel okay.." Y/N said.

Steve sighed, nodding, "I'll take you home," Steve said, driving the car.

Y/N sat in his room, wearing clean clothes. He was listening to some Iron Maiden music, sketching his dnd character. Steve left a few minutes ago. Leaving him home alone.

He was staring at the pages, annoyed at himself. He hated everything about the feelings he was feeling. He has always known he was y/s, he accepted himself that he was. But he never ever liked how he was attracted to more than one person.

He was in love with The King, The Lover & The Freak. He was disgusted at himself because of it. He hated it.

He knew he'd have to choose one of them, he hated that too. Why couldn't there be another way?

He took the last chocolate strawberry and ate it. Trying to calm his nerves. He didn't wanna cry, not again.

Y/N laid his head on his desk, sighing. Why did senior year have to be this messed up? And why to him?

Nothing was going his way. Nothing ever did. Senior year could only end one way, in total and utter chaos.

But the only thing Y/N craved right now was sleep & a cigarette.

Y/N sat up, grabbed his cigarette pack, and lit it on. He had to stop smoking cigarettes he knew that, but he could never get himself to do so. He placed the cigarette between his lips, inhaling the smoke.

He wondered what could happen tomorrow. End with him crying himself to sleep? Possibly. He let out a loud groan.

Y/N turned out the cigarette, laying on his bed. His hair was a mess again. His clothes were scattered around. He quickly drifted off to sleep, not bothered to care.

His bedroom window was open, the cold night air filling his room. The sounds of cars & other sounds from the distance.

Tomorrow would hopefully be at least a little bit better, right?

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A/N - I'm sorry this was dry or short! or both- i've been very busy recently! And my mental health has been low recently!

[camaro-and-smokes]

Princess

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings except smut Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Original male character Tags: Tattoos, Harringrove, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Boys Kissing, Gay Sex, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Billy Hargrove Redemption Words: 1538

Summary: Steve gives Billy a special gift for their 10th anniversary.

Authors note: This is my entry to @harringroveson-bingo 2022, Round 1, C3: Tattoos

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Steve looked at the drawings on the tattoo parlor's wall.

"See anything you like?" the tattooist asked.

"Um...not really."

"I can draw you a piece if you want. You can't get it today though, you have to wait for a few days."

"I'm afraid I don't have the time. I have to get it today or not at all."

"Ok. My clients aren't usually in that much of a hurry. So, what is so urgent that you want it done right now?"

"It's a gift to someone. For an anniversary."

"Tattoo on your skin as a gift to someone else? Are you sure you want to do that? These babies are permanent and in most cases outlast the relationship."

"Well, I want it to be small and in a place that no one else can see but me and them. And I don't want a name. Something cute."

The artist nodded. "Alright. So, what might the place be? Because there are some limitations on those areas."

Steve pointed to his hip.

"On the hip or closer to your bellybutton?"

Steve blushed.

The tattooist understood Steve's unintentional hint. "So, closer to there? Son, that's a delicate area. I can do a piece there, but only if you can take it."

Steve pursed his lips. "Can I try it first? How it feels?"

The tattooist sighed. "It's either I do it or I don't. If you can't take it you'll have a speck of a tattoo in your skin forever in any case. But you have to either take it or leave it."

Steve nodded. "Ok. So, uh, I want it to be hidden unless I...you know...take off all my clothes."

"Can do. So, what picture do you want me to do?"

Steve told him.

The tattooist thought for a while. Then he went to the backroom and came soon back with a folder. "I have this one picture I drew for a client a while ago. They decided not to have the tattoo in the end, so it's available and no one else has it." After browsing through the folder, he found what he was looking for and handed Steve the picture. "It's simple and I can make it small. Would that work?"

Steve smiled. "It's perfect."

-oOo-

“Hey, I’m home!” Steve shouted after he closed the door to his and Billy’s house. It was small, but it was all theirs, had been for the last five years. And today was their tenth anniversary.

“Yeah,” came a tired groan from the bedroom.

After a while Steve sat on the bed next to Billy and leaned over him to kiss his neck. “Hey, firecracker, time to wake up. It’s already afternoon.”

“It’s Saturday,” Billy mumbled after a while.

“Yeah, but not just any Saturday.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember what day it is today.”

“You woke me up literally a minute ago. Give me some slack.”

Steve laughed and curled around Billy as a big spoon, pulling Billy against him and hugging him. “Happy anniversary babe.”

“Oh, right,” Billy said. “Shit.” He kissed Steve’s palm, and turned around smiling. “Happy anniversary. What was it...ten?”

Steve grinned and set his forehead against Billy’s. “You remember something at least.”

“How could I not?” he said. Then his smile faltered a little. He didn’t want to think about how it all started, not really. After he woke up in the sterile white of a hospital, hurting all over all the fucking time. But Steve had been there since the faithful day, by his side, hoping that he would wake up even though the doctors hadn’t really given him much hope. He’d been there when no one else than he and Max had even really cared if he lived or died. And when Steve had come to stay with him after work, day after day, eventually they’d started to talk about deeper things, happy and sad things, regrets and all, and Steve being there became really important to him too. That Steve really cared what happened to him, cared that he’d get better and heal when he didn't matter to the rest of the world. “I remember the day vividly. You suddenly deciding...”

“It wasn’t ‘suddenly’. I’d spend almost three months by your side and thought it was time to get it over with because I knew you wanted it too. Even when you hadn't said it with..."

Billy put his finger on Steve's mouth to silence him. "As I was saying, you sitting on the bed, telling me to scoot over, and leaning in to kiss me. Even though I was a pathetic mess.”

“You weren’t pathetic or a mess,” Steve said softly, pushing a strand of hair behind Billy’s ear. “You were healing. And you were beautiful. Just like you are now.”

Billy smiled and kissed Steve, and Steve returned it the way he always did. Pulling Billy closer and kissing him breathless. The kisses heated up quickly, and soon they were all small bites of lips and tongues lapping against each other.

Steve pushed Billy on his back and underneath him, and because Billy always slept naked, he had easy access to his whole body. He trailed small kisses down from Billy’s neck to his chest. He gently kissed each and every scar on Billy’s body as he moved lower, making Billy let out deep sighs each time for the area around the scars remained more sensitive than the rest of his skin.

Steve kissed his way down the trail of tiny blond curls on Billy’s abdomen, meeting his erect cock. “I have a gift for you,” he said, brushing his cheek against it as he kissed his way lower on Billy’s groin and to the very base of the hard-on.

“Is it this?" Billy asked and moaned when Steve took his balls into his hand and kissed his way up towards the tip on the front of Billy's cock.

“Nope," Steve said, raising his gaze up to meet Billy’s. After licking the salty pre-cum away from the tip he continued: “Well, I guess this could be a prelude to it’s unwrapping.”

“Mhmm,” Billy groaned as Steve took his cock into his mouth, pushing his tongue against the front of it as he took it deeper. “Please unwrap this first.”

Steve kneaded Billy's balls in his hand while he lazily moved his mouth back and forth on his cock.

After a while Billy started to take deeper breaths and put his hands on Steve's head to control his pace. When he got closer to his orgasm, he started to gently fuck Steve's mouth in addition, and moaned loudly when he came. He took deep breaths as he kept Steve’s head in place and thrust in his mouth until he was fully spent.

When Billy let go, Steve looked up at him and swallowed his cum, wiping the corners of his mouth with a finger and licking it to savor it all.

“So, what’s the gift?” Billy asked when Steve laid next to him.

“Guess.”

Billy got up to lean on his elbow and looked at Steve. “Where is it?”

Steve grinned. “Somewhere only you can see it.”

“Oh,” Billy said and a mischievous smile painted his face. “Back or front?”

“Find out,” Steve said and opened his belt buckle.

Billy kissed Steve hungrily, getting aroused again by tasting himself on his mouth, and didn’t spend too much time to wander down to Steve’s groin. When Steve winced, Billy froze.

“What did I do?” he asked concerned.

“Uh, I didn’t expect it to be that, um, sensitive.”

Billy let out a breath. “What have you done, naughty boy?” he said slowly with a smirk.

Steve smiled. “Go ahead, unwrap it,” he urged.

Billy pulled Steve’s slacks off of him, throwing them on the floor.

“Be gentle, it’s fresh,” Steve said.

Billy pulled carefully Steve’s boxers down a little, first just on the right side. When he didn’t see anything there, he pulled them off, and moved Steve’s cock to see what was hidden on the other side of it. His jaw dropped open. “Oh princess...” he whispered, “it’s pretty.” He moved his hand gently over the plastic wrapping that protected a small tattoo of a tiara. “You got it for me?”

“Yeah, just for you to see.”

Billy had to swallow to control the lump that suddenly swell in his throat. “Babe, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”

"There's just one but," Steve said. "I think we need to keep it to blowjobs on my part for a while. It’s too sensitive for anything else. And the tattooist told me to keep it very clean for a few weeks before it heals properly.”

“I don’t mind. I already love to just look at it. And seeing it while giving you a head...” Billy said licking his lips, “I'm sure I won’t ever get tired of it.”

"Maybe you want to get one on this side too?" Steve asked. "For me to look at while..."

"Don't get greedy, princess," Billy interrupted Steve, "you already got one."

Steve grinned. "Well, ok, 'Bad Boy' written on right above your buttocks is kinda nice to look at..."

[memes-saved-me]

TW: Abuse, Injury

It was a Tuesday night. Nothing special about it, driving in circles waiting for a call to come in. Not that they often at this time, especially so early in the week but it sure did beat sitting at the station waiting.

On about his fourth lap he saw a familiar car parked off the side of the road, almost hidden by the backdrop of the woods. One figure stood up leaning down into the open passenger door. After pulling up beside them he shon his flashlight in their direction and sure enough saw Steve Harrington nearly jump out of his skin but more importantly there was blood on his shirt.

"Hey," Hopper picked up the pace, audible whispers coming from the car letting him know someone else was there. "What's going on here?"

"Shit," Steve hissed.

"Seriously, kid. Who's in the-," before he could finish his question he caught sight of Billy Hargrove sitting under the reading light of the beamer looking like hell. "Okay. What is this?"

From what he could see his shirt was soaked in blood, his hair matted up and stuck in clumps but the worst was his face. Bust lip, swollen eye socket and a cut that was actively bleeding down his face from his eyebrow.

"We had a fight," Billy answered not looking his way.

"Bullshit," the chief snapped back. "You better tell me what's actually going on here or I'll take you home and ask your parents."

"No!" Steve stepped forward. "Please, it's nothing. Really."

The two boys exchanged a look and that was when he saw the cloth in Steve's hand. A bottle of antiseptic on the dashboard. The blood must have been all Billy's and Steve was cleaning him up but whoever had done this to the poor kid didn't let him off lightly.

"He just got in a fight with a nobody," Steve lied once again.

"I've seen you after a fight and no way in hell would you let someone beat you this bad," he sighed and leaned down to get a better look with his flashlight. "You need stitches."

"I'll be fine," Billy said looking over to the other teen.

"I'm going to ask this once and if you don't answer with the truth I'm sending you home," he pointed at Steve. "And you to the ER. Who did this?"

They didn't speak, barely even breathed. The same worried look passed back and forth until Billy nodded, a sense of defeat in his shoulders as Steve gestured for Jim to walk away from the car. Leaving Billy alone as he muttered something about this all being overdramatic.

"Is he causing trouble?" Hopper asked and Steve looked to him then back to the injured boy sitting half out of the car only a few metres away. "I don't know why you hang around with him but-.

"His dad."

Goosebumps ran up his back as he heard the answer. One he wasn't expecting in the slightest but the worst part, it made sense. Anger spreading through his limbs as he took in the fact someone would do this to their own child. Waste such an opportunity to care and just be able to talk to them everyday, instead treat them like a dog. Worse than one.

"Are you sure?"

"I've seen it," he nodded. "Through the window. This isn't the first time he's called me to come get him but this is definitely the worst. Normally its a black eye or bruised rib but this...this is bad."

Jim shook his head as he scratched his beard, the warm spring air filling his nose as he took in a deep breath and walked back towards the car.

"Your father do this?" he asked.

Billy nodded but didn't look up.

"Does he hit you?"

Another nod.

"Does he know you're here?"

"No," Billy finally spoke.

"Right, come on then."

Steve stepped in, as if to protect Billy but Billy stood up without protest. A wince and a hiss as he straightened up with a hand on his ribs and a limp as he adjusted to standing.

"Where are you taking him?" Steve asked.

"Joyce," he replied which got a slight head tilt of confusion out of Steve. "She knows how to patch boys up and I don't want El seeing this shit."

Steve nodded and Billy followed him to his truck. As he pulled away he noticed Steve's car following, no chance of losing him anytime soon so he made sure to take it slow which also gave him enough time to speak to Billy.

"You're not in trouble, son."

"Yeah," a quiet reply for such a loud boy.

"I need you to do something for me but also for you," he said turning to look at him. A nod. "Next time he does something like this call me."

"But-."

"No. You call me and I'll sort it. I can't just pull up to his house at 2am and arrest him for beating his son without evidence. Being the chief only goes so far. I need to show up while its still happening or just finished and there will be no doubt he did it."

Billy nodded as he swallowed what looked like a lump that would make any grown man cry. No way of speaking without it all falling apart.

"I don't want some piece of shit in my town. I'll sort this all out, kid."

Billy nodded once again as Jim peered into his rear view mirror to still see Steve Harrington close behind.

"Thanks," Billy managed to say. A hint of tears behind it but nothing to show for it. "The cops back in Cali...they laughed."

"Hell," he sighed turning off onto the dirt road leading to the Byers home. "You're not going home tonight and by the looks of it neither is that idiot."

That got a slight smile out of him before he glanced to see the beamer making the same turn.

"Thank you."

"We'll get you fixed up, son."

Continuation

[smolsized]

Ahhh so @sonneillonv asked me to elaborate on the Murringrove!Scream AU in the comments of that one post (which my notfis absolutely ate up and demolished so I didn’t get to see it until now— I’m so sorry😭😭)

And my elaboration was far too long to post in the comment section so it gets its own post (yay!)

• Given Eddie’s (not so favored) reputation around Hawkins it’s kind of a no-brainer that he’d have Steve helping him—it gives him a solid alibi when the police do come knocking (which they absolutely do because he’s of course always the prime suspect.)

• The timeline of this au would probably be somewhere between the summer of 1984 or 1985 since those years pretty much fit in with the golden age of serial killers timeline.

• And everyone has a motive, right? So what’s Eddie’s motive, you may ask? He definitely has more than one but I can only tell you one. He fucking hates Hawkins. That’s his motive—his hatred for the shitty small town he unfortunately calls home.

• But now this brings into question, what’s Steve’s motive? Why would he help Eddie do such horrendous things? Well, let’s just say he isn’t very fond of his King turned social outcast status governed by his fellow peers of Hawkins High. But his most dire motive, the main reason why he does what he does is the fact that he’s got a stupidly ridiculous crush on Eddie and a mountain of validation issues, so it’s no particular hardship keeping him out of prison and in his life.

• And Eddie definitely knows about Steve’s crush as well as validation issues and despite him totally reciprocating these feelings, he also uses them and plays them to his advantage to get what he wants.

• Eddie and Steve are more astute than they let on. They calculate their next moves precisely, and choose their victims with precision. They’re careful about fraternizing with one another in public, they even make it sort of like a game to act like they despise each other in front of others.

• Now where does Billy come in, you may be wondering. Well it’s simple, he gets Eddie’s attention.

• Billy is the one who dethroned Steve and took over the reigns as “King of Hawkins High” and even though Steve wasn’t particularly happy over it—he simply didn’t care all that much over it. After all, his motives lied solely in what or who Eddie wanted.

• And it isn’t until Eddie crosses paths with Billy himself (who most likely calls him a freak or something equally offensive at some point and certainly makes an impression) that he takes an interest in him and plants the idea in Steve’s mind—making Billy their next target.

• Eddie likes to do the killing, likes the thrill that wearing the mask gives him and so more often than not Steve is the one who makes the calls but you see, Billy is special. And so Eddie wants, for just this one time, them both to do it together.

• It’s risky and has the potential to blow their whole operation if the police discover there’s more than one killer on their hands—it would put them at a disadvantage, make the likelihood of getting caught higher. But Eddie is a bit self righteous and believes that Steve truly deserves this revenge, that they both do. And so it’s decided.

• They spend weeks planning it, nearly a month. They trail Billy at every chance they get, following him around and memorizing his schedule. It’s the longest they’ve ever spent on one person.

• They learn about the things Billy likes— working out, cars, heavy metal, rock, sex, and some of the things he doesn’t—caring for his younger sister, school, the arcade, etc. All of this is important in Eddie’s mind, because they’ll use it against him all the same.

• When the night comes and their opportunity finally presents itself, Eddie is hesitant. After nearly a month of stalking, watching, and silently observing from afar he finds that Billy Hargrove is particularly… interesting to him. That in the time spent learning about his victim he has gotten a little…obsessed with him. And he sees it reflected in Steve’s eyes too, the flicker of interest and curiosity. They don’t want to kill him anymore, no, no, he’s far too special for that. Killing him would would mean that it would all be over and so soon? No, Eddie can’t have that. He wants to draw this out, wants to stretch whatever this is thin and taut until there’s nothing left of it. He wants to break Billy Hargrove.

• Eddie and Steve devise a new plan that night, a plan to break Billy Hargrove.

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[homeybadger]

In Your Head: Part Five

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x cousin! reader, Billy Hargrove x friend! reader, Dustin Henderson x friend! reader

Warnings: grieving, blood, swearing, Vecna hallucination (mild body horror), reader struggles to breath for a hot second

Word count: 1,400

Notes: Finally introduced Eddie, sorry that it's taken so long.

Part Six is here

&&&& = Vecna hallucination ***** = Time skip

The concept of passing time had all but entirely been lost to you.

Silently you entered the abandoned building behind a pair of strangers- favoring massaging your temples over worrying about Steve. Not that you could anyways, as the two women who greeted you immediately guided you to take a seat on a nearby crate.

Your heart and head both simultaneously ached, and you grimaced at the sensation of caked-on dried blood flaking off your palms. Despite your extremely short time together, the world seemed vastly emptier without the consistency of Chrissy's presence. You at the very least were permitted time to mourn Billy, able to recognize that he was officially gone. Chrissy was different, her loss still stung freshly at your heartstrings. In mere seconds you had apparently lost her all over again. You repeatedly clenched your fists tightly, begging anything within you to work, to at least hear her one last time.

Had days passed? Hours? Weeks? Minutes? Did it even matter?

A gentle thump against the side of your face broke you from your spiral. You simply blinked passively, remaining facing forward as you opted to ignore the sensation. Then it happened again. And again. Twisting around, you shuffled to face the direction the intrusion stemmed from. Something tiny and wet immediately landed squarely between your eyebrows as Dustin lingered nearby. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Did you just… throw corn, of all things, at me?"

Dustin kindly pushed past the crack in your voice, sending a hesitant nod in your direction. To be fair it wasn’t like he could deny it, an opened can of the yellow food was obviously clutched in between his guilty fingers.

For the shortest of seconds you considered responding harshly, the prospect of being mean suspiciously tempting. You could yell, call him names, scoff, or any number of other things to forcefully convince the boy to leave you alone. To convince him that you weren’t some hero or anyone special like he determined you were once you rescued Steve. You released a soft grunt as you stood up to your full height, slowly walking over to the boy- tilting your head slightly to the side after you stopped before him. The sole image repeating in your mind as you stalked forward was the monster from your nightmare, and it was easily determined that behavior should not be emulated.

You ultimately decided to let out a hearty laugh, grinning at Dustin to convey the fact you found the corn amusing. Dustin’s eyes lit up as he copied your grin, a laugh of his own shaking his body. A gentle sensation nudged your soul- breezy and warm- prompting you to speak up once more.

"I would, like, ruffle your hair but…"

You trailed your sentence off, shrugging your dirty hands upwards into his field of view. His eyes widened comically large as he remembered your predicament.

"Oh yeah! There's a bathroom inside of Reefer Rick's you can use.”

He rushed out of a door, proceeding to ramble about random topics as you followed behind him. The names Nancy and Robin, then Eddie and Steve, found their way into his rant- his loving tone evidence of how much he cared for them. You’d barely stepped a foot inside the back door, however, before a high droning whine pierced your skull yet again.

Wait a minute.

"Stay here D. I'll be right back."

Cautiously, you padded over to the front of the house, checking through any dirty window you came across to ensure you were alone. Eventually your palm wrapped around the cold metallic handle of the front door. You audibly groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

This might be the stupidest thing ever. But I’m not going to let it get to Dustin.

The rickety wood slamming shut was the last sound to reach your ears.

&&&& Not-Steve was situated outside a couple steps from the front porch, its body retaining the previous positioning from your nightmare. Ramrod straight with almost every joint extended to the fullest, its arms barely lifted from beside it in acknowledgement of your presence. Its position angled its face towards the tree line in the distance- and you swore you caught a brief glimpse of a slimy tendril slipping back underneath its shirt. Nothing around you made a single sound. The wind snaking through the trees, your heartbeat, the thump of shoes against wood, all lost in the void. Absolutely extreme and utter silence to signal that once again, the reality before you was being actively altered, if it wasn't obvious already. Above you the night sky darkened ominously, a streak of red lightning dancing across the emptiness.

At least he's facing away from me this time

"Hey dude, how've you been?"

You fought every screaming nerve in your body to retain a relaxed lilt to your tone as you trudged down the steps. The lack of creaking unnerved you- but you flushed the sensation out with questions.

How is it doing this? Why me? Why mimic Steve?

Sharply, the bones of Not-Steve's neck cracked. You forcefully sprung backwards in surprise. Its head turned completely around to face you, only its head- and it was missing any facial features. &&&& You collapsed to your knees on the front porch with a pained gasp.

Hadn't I left?

The wood beneath your hands blurred as hot tears welled in your eyes- the oxygen in your lungs evaporating. Your fingernails scraped desperately against the wood in an attempt to forcefully jar yourself into breathing. Witnessing a man’s neck do a complete 180, albeit in a somehow alternate reality, rattled you severely.

I can't. It's not working. I'm alone.

The sensation of splinters piercing your fingertips finally jolted a shaky breath from within you, but your vision was turning fuzzy around the edges.

Help. Help. Help me.

From the darkness a tiny hand firmly placed itself on your back, and you had half a mind to croak out Dustin's name. Agonizing seconds ticked by, tears unabashedly dripping from your face at this point, before delicately a welcome warmth flooded your soul. The same breezy nudging from earlier swaddled itself around you and finally you took a full breath. You remained kneeling for a while longer as your breathing evened, terrified to glance back out into the yard and see Not-Steve once more.

When you finally lifted your head to survey the tree line, recognizable tingles erupted throughout the back of your skull. A thin child stood inches from the final step of the porch, shaved head and hospital gown submerging you in another wave of confusion.

That seems to be a common theme these days

“We are here to help.”

We? Is he with Not-Steve?

“You felt her just now.”

You blinked in recognition, nodding timidly to ensure the child understood you recalled her.

“No offense, but how are you and a breeze going to help me against a monster?” You prayed you didn’t offend the boy, surprised at the sheer amount of skepticism your voice could contain. Instead of answering your question, he proceeded to squint at you- and before you could ask another, a leaf hovered a significant distance off the earth to halt in between you two. More leaves followed suit, until around 30 were floating.

"Holy shit! I knew it!"

Dustin's proud exclamation shattered the silence, causing you to turn sharply to face him. When you glanced back to where the child was previously standing, he was nowhere to be found. You simply stared at the leaves as they fluttered back to the ground.

Do I want to know where the wizard child came from?

******

Relief flooded through your veins as you returned to your crate, the news that Steve had regained consciousness a balm to your nerves. That, and the fact that your abilities still actually worked. Humming a randomly selected tune absentmindedly, you connected a heavy fishing weight to a portion of clear fishing line- a makeshift pendulum. A theory concerning the nature of your capabilities sprouted while cleaning your hands, and you were fairly certain Dustin would be ecstatic to assist you. Out of the corner of your eye, the ratty tarp covering the boat shifted. You let out a frightened shout as a face shrouded with fuzzy long hair appeared from beneath, alerting the building of the intruder.

"There's a bitch in the boat!"