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[billys-pretty-babe]

I'm sorry to bother you but do you take requests for lil insecure anon here? You're You're amazing writer btw...

If you can and would like to, can you pls write something about Billy being hella sick, can be after or before the events at star course, and for once someone is taking care of him, aka someone being his girlfriend that is also his best friend (sorry I just live for the hcs that billy would date his best friend).

If you don't feel comfortable is fine really! I hope you're having a good day

Hi baby, I take requests from anyone and everyone! Don't ever be afraid to request something from me (it may take a few days depending on how my week is going). I'm so sorry that this is almost a week late.

Let Me

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^

Warnings : Vomit and swearing

Word count : ~ 1.02k

A/N : Requests are open

His entire body shook as he coughed. It had been almost a month since Starcourt and Billy's immune system was still weak. He groaned, his throat sore, his nose runny and his head was pounding. "Baby," he called out as best as he could, he knew you were somewhere in the house but he wasn't sure where.

The bedroom door pushed open as you held a cup of water and placed it beside him before pushing his sweaty hair back as you felt his forehead. "Baby, you're burning up. You wanna take a bath or shower?" He shook his head and you helped him take the blanket off considering he was shivering and complaining that he was cold not even ten minutes ago.

"Here, drink some water." He nodded and groaned, his body was aching, everything just hurt and he wanted to cry from the pain but he knew if he could face death at eighteen, he'd be fine with whatever sickness he was dealing with at the moment. You helped him sit up as he drank the cold water, letting his eyes flutter shut as the water helped soothe his throat momentarily before he put the glass down.

"Want something to eat?" He shook his head because he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it, hell, the water made him feel nauseous. "You'll have to eat soon, B." He nodded and laid back down, spreading out as you wiped his sweaty skin with a wash rag. You gently rubbed his cheek, feeling bad for him. "I'll be back to check on you, take a nap, okay?" He nodded and you left the room and he fell asleep.

30 minutes passed and you decided to check on Billy. You walked into his bedroom to see his head in his trash can, his body lurching forward. You hated vomit, always ran when someone would merely gag but this was Billy, the same boy who risked his life to save teenagers a month ago.

You walked over and moved his hair back from his face as you gently rubbed his back. He finished emptying everything in his stomach before you took the bag from the trash can and quickly ran it outside before putting a new one in the black trash can and you grabbed a rag and dampened it with cold water. You hummed as you walked back to him, cleaning his face and wiping the tears under his eyes.

"I fucking hurt," he said, his voice straining. "Want some Tylenol? It might make your fever go down too." He nodded and you searched his cabinet before finding a bottle of Tylenol and you gave him two pills and handed him his water as he swallowed them. He groaned, his head on his headboard as he looked up.

He reached for you, he just wanted to be comforted but he wouldn't allow you to sleep beside him or kiss him because he didn't know what he had and he couldn't bare to see you in the same position he was. You moved closer to him as he held your waist. "Come on, let's get you a bath." He nodded and you helped him to his bathroom as he sat on the toilet lid as you prepped the bath for him. "Make it cold, please." You looked back, your eyes sad for him.

"Billy, it can't be cold, baby. It'll make you shiver and make your fever worse." He nodded and you tested the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm but not too hot or too cold and you helped him strip before putting him in the tub. He sighed and relaxed, shutting his eyes. You wet his hair and washed it for him, knowing the sweaty strands were aggravating him.

He twisted so his arms were on the side of the tub as he groaned and coughed as you rubbed his back. His coughing fit stopped and he put his head on the side of the tub as you gently rubbed his cheek as you talked to him softly, trying to provide comfort for him as you washed his sweaty skin.

"Let me get your clothes, okay?" He nodded and you left the bathroom and found him a pair of sweatpants. "B, do you have any boxers?" "Hamper," he called out as best as he could. You found the hamper with his clean clothes that you had washed two days before and found a pair before going into the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and helped him out of the tub as you handed him the towel and he dried himself off as you unplugged the drain of the tub.

You plugged in his hair dryer and he cringed before you turned it on. "I know baby but I'm gonna try and make it quick. You can't have wet hair or you'll feel worse." He nodded and slid his boxers and sweatpants on. You grabbed the damp towel and slid it under his hair. "Put the towel over your ears so it'll muffle the sound." He nodded and covered his ears with the towel and his hands as you put the dryer on hot and on the lowest setting so the motor wasn't as loud as you quickly dried his curly hair, using the end of the towel to aid you with the excess water.

You finished his hair and dried off his torso and despite being sick he smirked at you in the mirror. "No, you're sick. Go lay back down." He huffed and walked back to his bed and he laid down and covered up. "I'm cold again." You nodded and put the blankets on him as you sat beside him, moving his hair back. "Want me to lay with you?" He shook his head, "Don't want you to get sick." You nodded, "Okay." His hand found yours, his skin scorching hot as he intertwined his fingers with yours, making you smile.

You continued playing with his hair until he fell asleep. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I love you," you softly said, your lips brushing against his clean skin.

[ashwhowrites]

i love love love your writing and i have been waiting for your requests to be open!! can you please write a billy hargrove x reader story where he rejects her and then he regrets it and has to grovel?

Like she is super nice and friendly with everybody, and she can even get Billy to soften up to her. She's had a crush on Billy for the longest time like since he's arrives in Hawkins but he always is hooking up with somebody or flirting with somebody else. Then she notices that he's been alone for a couple of weeks and thinks this is her chance so she confesses to him and he lets her down gently because he doesn't feel the same (he so does but in his experience romance never lasts and he could never ever bear to lose her) and so she decides that having him as a friend is better than nothing.

But obviously she can't act the way she acted before and she starts distancing herself from him. No more grabbing his arm for security when the hallways are crowded. No more asking him for rides to and from school. No more chattering in his ear during lunch. Instead, she's doing those things with her best friend Steve or Eddie because they knew about her heartbreak and they're trying their best to be supportive.

And obviously he can tell right away that things are different and he's fighting the urge to shove Steve/Eddie away and take back his place next to you. He's trying to reach out and spend time with you and he doesn't care if he sounds desperate when he's doing so but she keeps blowing him off because she wants to get over him and she thinks he's just pitying her.

He finally snaps one night and sneaks into her room and tells her how he's been going crazy. She apologizes for being distant and says that she's moving on so that they can be friends. And Billy just says screw that and he doesn't care what he said before he just wants HER.

Sorry if this is a lot but I can't wait to read what you do with this!!!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Relationship guy

Y/N and Billy had a touchy friendship. From afar they looked to be a couple, with the way they held hands, hugged, kissed each other's cheeks, and the way Billy would do anything for her. She was the only person in the world Billy had a soft spot for, that had to mean something.

There wasn't much time when they were apart. Billy was at her house first thing in the morning, the door open as he waited. The way he leaned against his car made her heart race every time. Then they arrive at school, and as usual, everyone is watching. They moved around the school and when people got too rowdy, Y/N would latch herself to Billy's arm.

"I got you," he smiled as he threw his arm over her shoulder. It wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.

Lunch was Y/N's favorite part of the school day. Not only because of no class but because she got to talk to Billy non-stop for those few moments.

"Do you think you'll win today's game?" Y/N asked, crunching down on Billy's ignored apple.

Billy scoffed, stuffing his face. "Duh, I'm on the team."

Y/N laughed and nodded, "Fair point, and Steve too!"

"Oh yeah because he does a lot," Billy rolled his eyes.

"Be nice, he is my other best friend," Y/N playfully lectured.

"Yeah, but we know I'm better,"

"In basketball or being a friend?" Y/N asked to clarify

"Both, babygirl," he winked.

The bell rang and they packed up their trash. Before they went separate ways for class, Y/N kissed Billy's cheek goodbye.

~~~

Y/N fell for him, of course. She had eyes for Billy ever since he moved to Hawkins, but he didn't have the eyes for her. His eyes looked at every girl that passed by him. Y/N never made a move because he was always sleeping around with a new girl, but lately, he seemed to be alone more than usual.

With his eyes not looking elsewhere, Y/N found a boost of confidence to ask Billy out.

They were lying in his bed listening to music when she turned to look at him. She took in his handsome features, studying how gorgeous he was up close. She watched as his lips formed a smile and he turned to look at her.

"Why are you staring at me?" he laughed, placing an arm under his head and propping himself up. He reached out and placed his arm over her waist. She smiled at the feeling, her heart racing.

"Have you ever seen me more than just a friend?" she asked, her stomach twisted as his smile slowly disappeared from his face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, licking his lips nervously.

She took a deep breath, cuddling closer into his warm body. He hoped she couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding.

"I like you, Billy. I have for a long time but never said anything. Lately, you've been alone and it got me thinking maybe this is my chance to tell you."

Billy was in awe of her soft voice and the beauty of her heart. The truth was, he did like her. He was alone because no girl could get his mind off of her. She was the only person in his life that made him happy and he wasn't sure if he'd live if he lost her. He never tried to have a relationship so he had zero hope he would treat her the way she deserved.

"I think you are incredibly beautiful, inside and out. You've given my life a whole new purpose and I'm grateful to have you. I'm not a relationship guy and that won't change. I love you and hold a place for you in my heart, but in a friendly way." Billy said gently. He softly rubbed her hip as she sighed.

"If you were a relationship guy, would you go for me?" she asked, moving to look up at him. There was so much emotion in his blue eyes and she wished she could detect it.

"My first and only choice, baby," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Are you going to be okay? I really don't want to lose you as my friend," Billy admitted. He feared she'd pull away and he wouldn't blame her.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," she smiled. The rejection slightly hurt but she had a gut feeling Billy wasn't the boyfriend type anyway.

Billy hummed as a response. He moved to wrap both his arms around her, setting his head on hers as she cuddled into his chest.

~~~

Turns out she wasn't as okay as she thought she'd be. Spending all her time with Billy was fun and exciting. But now all she could think about was how badly she wanted more and how it would never happen. The kisses to her cheek that made her heart race were starting to make her stomach sour. And riding with him to and from school felt suffocating as his cologne filled the space.

She realized she would never be able to move on from him if she didn't change things. So, she figured creating a little distance would help her clear her head and heal her heart. Once she felt over him, they could resume their friendship and it wouldn't hurt her anymore.

Y/N got in Billy's car, her mind reeling. She was in deep thought and had been struggling with what to do.

"Steve is going to bring me home today," she said quietly. Billy turned down the music and turned to look at her. But she kept her eyes on the road as he drove.

"Oh, why?" He asked, moving his eyes back to the road. He ignored the ping of jealousy that ran through him.

"I think I need some space from you. Not in a bad way, it's just to help me. We'll still hang out and be best friends. I promise," she smiled. She reached over to place a comforting hand on his thigh.

Billy wanted to do what was best for her, but selfishly he didn't want space. He nodded and focused on the road, he hoped she couldn't see the water filling his eyes as he pulled into the parking lot.

~

The end of the day arrived and Billy could feel her lack of presence. He walked in the hallways alone, watching as she clung to Steve instead. She didn't sit with him at lunch, but that didn't stop him from staring at her the whole time. He dreaded driving home alone all day and he hated that it arrived. He also hated that her needing space meant everything changed.

He gave her a small wave as she drove by in Steve's car. His heart sped up as she excitedly waved back with a big smile. At least she still cared about him.

~~~

Billy tried to be patient with giving her space but after a week, he was ready to throw in the towel. He had to physically hold himself back from slamming Steve against the lockers whenever Y/N touched him. That was Billy's place. He fought the urge to sit at her new table, and beg her to gossip about her friends, anything to listen to her talk.

He missed driving with her, her smell in his passenger seat was slowly fading.

He sat on his bed as he held the phone to his ear, he hoped with everything in him that she would pick up.

"Hello?"

Billy smiled at the sound of her voice, "There she is, I've missed you," he admitted.

"I've missed you too, Billy," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Want to come over? We can order your favorite and watch those horrible movies you like," Billy offered.

"That sounds amazing, but I can't tonight. I'm sorry."

"That's alright, maybe next time," Billy said disappointed. The call ended shortly after and Billy slammed the phone down. He pulled at his hair as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He was mad, frustrated, and hurt.

"You okay?"

Billy looked up as hot tears streamed down his face. Max stood at his door with a worried expression, a look he'd never seen her have before.

"I'm fine," he snapped. He walked up and slammed his door. Max didn't take it personally, it was the first time she ever saw Billy cry.

"I know we aren't friends, but it's okay to be upset. It's okay to feel things other than anger." Max said before she walked away.

~

The more time they spent apart, the more desperate Billy got. The more he called, the more he begged. He didn't care if he sounded crazy or pathetic, all he wanted to do was see her.

She noticed all the attention, and it was hard to look the other way. But she knew she'd never get over the love she had for him if she went back. She couldn't talk to him without getting lost in his eyes, or be in the same car inhaling his cologne. She couldn't touch his skin and not think about how much she wanted to taste it.

She figured he was pitying her, trying to lessen the blow of rejection. She knew Billy cared about her and it was something he'd do, but it didn't help her. It only made it harder.

She went to turn off her lamp when she heard knocking on her window. Only one person went through her window so she prepared herself to see him again.

She quickly fluffed her hair and smoothed out her sleep clothes. She walked over and opened the curtain. She didn't say anything as she unlocked the window and let him through.

"I can't do it anymore. I tried and I want to do what is best for you but I can't do it anymore!" Billy ranted as he paced around her room. "I can't take the distance. It's selfish, I know but I am falling apart here."

"Billy," she sighed, "It's hard now but trust me, it'll help us in the end."

"No, it won't!"

"If we don't do this now, I will never get over you. It'll damage our friendship in the long run. I'll never be able to accept when you get a girlfriend or decide one day to get married. I'll be tortured and unhappy. I'm doing this for the future us," she explained. "This is the only way I'll be happy for you."

"I don't care about future us. I care about us right now. I care about you being in my life right now." Billy begged. She watched Billy walk around the room, tears building in his eyes.

"I can't have you in my life right now!" Y/N argued, "You don't understand how painful it is to be in love with someone who can't love you back."

"What if I can?" he whispered, she felt her anger come to a halt.

Y/N scoffed, "You said it yourself, you're not a relationship guy."

"I don't give a fuck what I said. It was all bullshit, okay? I'm scared and have no idea what I'm doing and I don't know if I'll be who you want me to be, but I don't care. I want you," he confessed. He walked over and placed his hand on her cheek. She felt her breathing pick up as he looked down at her, so much emotion in his eyes.

He leaned in and she followed, turning her chin up as she closed the gap between them. She sighed in bliss as his warm lips worked against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, desperately pushing her body against his. Kissing her was better than Billy imagined, she was sweet and soft. He wanted to beat himself up for waiting so long.

Needing air, he pulled away. He placed his forehead on hers, opening his eyes as he panted against her mouth. "I'm ready to be a relationship guy. I love you."

"I love you too, Billy," she smiled, placing her lips on his.

~

Billy couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he pulled up to her house. He got out of the car and opened her door. He crossed his arms as he waited for her to walk out.

"There's my girl," he whistled as she walked down the driveway. She rolled her eyes but blushed at the nickname. She greeted him with a kiss, loving the way he wrapped his arms around her to deepen it.

"Good morning to me," Billy said against her lips. She pulled away to smile. She got in the car and Billy followed.

His hand was on her knee the whole drive. Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach ever since they kissed. She couldn't believe she and Billy were in a relationship.

They held hands as they walked into the school. He was happier than ever to have her by his side again, and this time as his girlfriend.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Hi love! How about getting a part 2 to ur wonderful ‘pineapple’ smut. Maybe this time Billy really wants to deepthroat her?

Return the Favor

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : 2 weeks have gone by since you gave Billy head and now, you're in desperate need for release and Billy still has a favor to return.

Warnings : Swearing, sixty-nine, spitting, protected sex -> unprotected sex (please don't do this), praise kink, nicknames (pretty girl, bunny, babe, baby) and aftercare

Word count : ~ 2.3k

A/N : Part 2 of Pineapple Juice. A lot of this was pre-written but I did try and add the deepthroat concept as well as I could :) I can definitely write something separate if you'd like :)

2 weeks had gone by since you tasted him and each time you thought about it, your thighs clenched, wishing you would've accepted his offer. It was close to one in the morning but nonetheless, you walked to Billy's house, giving you time to think. You arrived and went to his window, seeing his bedroom light on still and you pulled open his window as he laid in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. 

He looked over and smiled, stubbing out the cigarette. "Hey pretty girl." You smiled, "Hi B." You shut his window and closed his curtains before sitting on his bed. "Billy," you softly said and he hummed, his eyes on yours. "Um, I think I'm ready for you to return the favor now." He smiled, "Thank God, I've been waiting," he exclaimed, not needing to be quiet because everyone had gone to Indianapolis to see some of Neil's family. 

He pulled you close to him before kissing you, humming at the taste of your chapstick. "Is that cherry?" You laughed and nodded before pulling him back in for another kiss and he moaned softly, holding your waist, trying to bring you closer to him. “Need you closer,” he mumbled against your lips and you moved to his lap, holding his shoulders, gently scratching his back with your nails. 

You felt him harden underneath you, his erection pressing against your thigh as he gently moved your hips. “Gotta taste you,” he panted out, a string of spit connecting you to each other. “I wanna do the same,” you softly said, suddenly growing shy under your best friend’s lust-filled gaze. “Bit of a predicament.” You both giggled, breathing in each other’s oxygen with how close your faces were. “Fuck it, sixty-nine.” You raised a brow, new to the whole ‘oral sex’ scene. “You get on my face and suck me off or give me a handjob, whatever you’re comfortable with babe.” You thought about it and nodded. “Can I get some words? Voice is too pretty to be hiding it.” You smiled, “Yeah, we can do that.” He smiled and quickly pecked your swollen lips with his before swiping the pillows from his bed, leaving one in the middle and he helped you strip, kissing your soft skin that smelled like your favorite lotion and perfume. 

You were done to your bra and underwear as he trailed wet kisses down to your shoulder and he took your bra strap in-between his teeth before snapping it against your skin making you flinch a little. He put his thumbs in the elastic waistline of your underwear, his eyes looking up and you nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders as he slid the underwear to your ankles, helping you step out of them. 

He took his shorts off, leaving him bare. “You just go commando now?” He rolled his eyes, lightly swatting your thigh making you laugh. He laid down as you moved so you were hovering over his face as you face his lower half. “Is it okay if I eat you out?” You quivered and he moaned below you, “Please,” you let out meekly. He kissed your thigh quickly before placing a feather-light kiss to your clit making you jump a little. “It’s okay, I got you, promise.” You calmed down before trailing your hand down his stomach, his abs constricting under your hand as your fingers danced through the grooves of his abs, touching every freckle, every small dip he had on his torso. 

Your fingers danced down, down, down until you reached the base of him, taking him into your hand as he groaned against you, making you clench around nothing. Billy moved your thigh a little, making you spread wider for him as you licked his tip, licking off the pre-cum and you hummed. You took him into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks like he taught you to do before taking a few inches, breathing in through your nose so you wouldn’t gag. 

You felt Billy’s fingers on your thigh before he danced his fingers up, flicking your clit with his middle and ring finger before he traced your entrance, “Hell pretty, you ever been fucked before?” You pulled off of him and hummed, “Twice, been a while though.” He hummed and spread you, puckering his lips slightly and kissed your entrance, making you tense before relaxing. “Has anyone eaten you out before? You’re so jumpy.” You hummed, “No, didn’t really get much foreplay before I lost my virginity.” Billy scoffed, the air blowing onto your entrance and you moaned, digging your nails into his hairy thighs. 

You licked up his length, taking him back into your mouth as his fingers circled your entrance, playing with your slick. You hummed around him, moving up and down, flicking your tongue over his tip each time you came up. He bucked his hips, making you take more than half of him, triggering your gag reflex as you pulled away from him and coughed as he mumbled an apology against you before suckling on your clit making you moan, digging your nails into his tanned skin, making you arch your back as you looked at his ceiling. 

“There she is,” he murmured before sinking one finger into you and you were consumed by Billy, everything on your mind was just Billy, Billy, Billy and a side of Billy. You gathered yourself, taking a deep breath before working your mouth over him once more, making sure to keep breathing through your nose and you put your hand at his base and moved your wrist in a twisting motion, his entire cock coated with your saliva, some matting in his pubic hair. Minutes passed as you both pleased each other and you made your way down to his base, your tongue dragging around it, trying to fight your gag reflex as you swallowed around him, the air in the room filled with the sounds of Billy fingering you and you deep throating him, small gags coming from you as he hit the back of your throat as his hips bucked every few seconds. You both pulled away from each other to breathe.

“You okay?” You laughed and wiped your lips, “You taste like alcohol, did you put cologne on?” He snickered, nipping your thigh gently, “Maybe.” You both laughed. “My legs hurt.” Billy laughed and helped you get off of him before laying you down on his bed, softly kissing you. “Condom?” You nodded, “Don’t need baby Hargroves running around although, you’d make some cute babies.” Billy laughed and leaned over and grabbed the box of condoms before grabbing a foil packet. 

He tossed the box to the floor and looked at you, putting the packet to your lips, moving the condom to the very bottom of the wrapper. “Bite down gently.” You nodded and took the edge of the packet between your teeth and he tore the package, taking the sliver of foil from your teeth before rolling the condom onto himself. He took a hold of your legs and placed them around his waist, “Tighten them, ‘kay?” You nodded and locked your ankles behind his back or, at least you attempted to because although his waist was small, he had muscle. He kissed your cheek softly, his lashes fluttering against your temple, his forehead resting on your temple. 

“Tell me to stop if I need to, okay?” You nodded and he shook his head, “I really need words, pretty.” “I’ll tell you to stop.” He nodded and kissed you once more before taking a hold of his cock, moving one of your legs a little before pressing himself against your entrance, his eyes closing at how you felt, even through the rubber. “Baby, Christ,” he groaned as he worked himself inside of you, your nails digging into his shoulders, tracing the birthmark on his shoulder to distract yourself from the stretch. 

“I gotcha, just relax.” He kissed your jaw, nipping at it and running his tongue over his teeth marks. He bottomed out and he softly moaned your name as you moaned his name loudly, your back arching so you were chest to chest. His chest shuttered with his breathing as his Saint Christopher pendant landed perfectly in the valley of your breasts. “Move, B, please.” He placed his hands on both sides of your head as he began to thrust, the thrusts slow but deep as his hips hit yours, thighs slapping against your ass. 

“There you go, good girl for taking it all,” he said, smirk on his lips, remembering how you reacted to praise. You couldn’t reply, your senses were filled with Billy and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Billy looked down at you, your eyes hazy and he knew he had corrupted you as he gripped the bedsheets tighter and thrust harder, picking up speed and you moaned his name sweetly. 

“Billy, feels so good.” He smiled and ran his nose up your neck, placing his lips on your pulse, “Good, it’ll feel great in a few minutes,” he said before nipping at your pulse and sucking on it. Your hips tried to meet his and he put his hand on your hip and pinned it to the bed, “Uh uh, lemme do all the work.” You whined, “Wanna ride you.” He raised a brow before pulling you to his chest and he rolled over, almost hitting his head on his bedside table and you both quietly laughed, your lips centimeters apart. 

“Get to it then, bunny.” A shiver ran down your spine at the nickname and he placed his hands on your hips. You began to grind, his pubic hair on your clit, stimulating it slightly and he moaned, tightening his grip on you. “Wanna try and bounce for me? Promise it’ll feel good.” You nodded and put your hands on his pecs and before he could say something stupid you experimentally bounced and his head lolled back, “Fuck,” he let out breathlessly as you bounced, wiggling your hips as soon as your ass connected with his thighs. “Good girl, just like that. Fucking pro at this, cock-bunny.” Your eyes rolled back as your nails dug into his pecs, scratches arising on the skin as they became red and lifted from his skin. 

Your legs began to tire as Billy pulled you down to his chest before sitting up and moving to the edge of his bed, planting his feet on the floor before bouncing you on his lap. Sweat decorated you both, Billy’s hair was a frizzy mess, the strands everywhere. “Trust me?” You nodded as his thrusts knocked the air out of you. He held the back of your head before dipping you down so your back was on his thighs as he held your chin. “Open.” You furrowed your brow before opening your mouth and he held your jaw in his hand before spitting into your mouth and he squished your cheeks, “Mine now,” he said before bear hugging you as he thrust quickly, knocking your body up his chest as your grabbed his hair, not tugging and not holding too tightly. 

“Gonna come, please B.” He softly hushed you, “It’s okay, let go, babe. I got you, you’re okay.” You took your hands out of his hair and hugged him tightly before biting his shoulder as your high hit you, making your body tingle. He held you, helping you come down and you kissed his neck, nibbling his ear lobe, “Take the condom off.” He stilled, “You sure?” You nodded and he lifted you off of him for a mere second, taking the rubber off and dropping it into his trash can before you sank down onto him and you both moaned as you felt every detail of his cock and he felt you clench around him. 

He began to twitch, his arms bulging, his cock twitching gently, his balls constricting. “Where do I cum,: he asked breathlessly. “Inside, please.” He held your hips down, keeping a tight grip on them as he painted your walls, his head falling back, your name leaving his lips with curses following right after. He came down and caught his breath. “Wanna keep going?” You shook your head, “My legs hurt.” You both laughed and he helped you off of him, grabbing the tissues from beside a bottle of lotion as he cleaned you up. “Come on, I’ll help you to the bathroom so we can shower and then sleep.” You nodded and he helped you to his bathroom and left you to do your business and as soon as you finished he was back with towels and clothes. 

“Hot water okay?” You nodded, “Not scalding hot though.” He nodded and turned on the water and waited for it to heat up before you tested it with your hand before you both got into his shower as you washed each other, neither of you washing your hair, neither of you could be bothered with the task. Billy turned off the water after he washed the suds off of you and as soon as you were both dried off, the exhaustion hit you and you yawned and slumped against Billy and he softly laughed. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You nodded and let him help you into the bed after he put the pillows back on it. He laid down and pulled you to his side, “Are you okay? Wasn’t too rough?” You shook your head, “I’m okay, tired but okay.” He nodded and kissed the top of your head, putting your head on his chest. “Go to sleep, I got you.” You nodded, kissing his chest before being lulled into a deep sleep as you listened to his heartbeat.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Hi Emily 💙

How are you darling ? Feeling good today ? 🤍

Could I request a fic please ? Something in which reader is best friends with Billy and one day he comes home looking exhausted and she notices he is more tense and stressed than usual, her heart breaks for him so she offers to give him a shoulder massage. At first it's pretty light but gradually Billy relaxes more. She is so soft, so gentle, and so sweet with him that he's on the verge of tears because no one has ever done that for him before.

The second time it happens is maybe because of an injury he got from a basketball game and then reader gives him a full body massage and that's when he breaks down for good. Like full sobbing.

Pure fluff please 🤍🤍🤍🥺🥺🥺

Thank you Em 💙 You are a ✨ gem✨.

Hi babe! I'm doing great, I hope you are too. I'm so sorry this took a few days to finish, I've been studying for my upcoming finals :)

Comfort

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary : ^^^^^^^

Warnings : Billy makes two sex jokes, few swear words but otherwise all fluff!!!

Word Count : ~ 1.5k

A/N : Billy and Reader mention love but it's all platonic!! Billy calls Reader 'babe' but it's just a pet name, no romance!

Billy tiredly trudged into his bedroom to see you on his bed. He smiled as best as he could, exhaustion on his face. "How long have you been here?" You shrugged because it had been long enough for you to lose track of time. "Not long," you responded. Billy put his hand in his back, groaning as he took off his shirt.

Billy rolled his neck, trying to relieve the pressure. "Come here, B." He looked at you before sitting between your legs. You tied his hair up so it wasn't in your way. "What're you doing," he asked, his words slurring. You put your hands on his naked shoulders, gently rubbing the mole he had.

"Just gonna rub your shoulders." He nodded and he felt you apply pressure on his left shoulder as you rubbed the tension out with your thumbs. You softly hummed as you continued to knead his tight muscles. Slowly he began to relax, practically melting into your touch as the knots in his shoulders diminished into nothing. "Am I hurting you?" He quickly shook his head. "No, don't stop please," he softly pleaded.

The more you gently rubbed and quietly talked, the more he felt his walls crumble. Sure, you guys were best friends but he was still guarded. He snapped out of his trance when you gently rubbed the bottom of his neck, making him cringe slightly as he felt slight pain, making you quietly apologize to him before moving your hands again to his shoulder blade.

You were being gentle with him and it made his eyes get teary because throughout his entire life no had been gentle with him until he met you, a person he met during the rough transition period in his life. He felt groggy the more you rubbed. He shimmied down the bed before flopping down in your lap. You laughed and twirled a curl that had fallen out of the hair tie.

"Tired?" He nodded and you attempted to get out from underneath him and he went dead weight as he felt you wiggle. "Stay, quick nap and then I'll take you to the drive-in." You nodded and played with his hair before you both fell asleep.

Months passed, the two of you hanging out everyday and you going to his games no matter what. One night after a game that you weren't able to attend, he walked into your room with a pained expression on his face. "I hurt my back." You put your book down and laid a towel down because no matter how much you loved him, he stunk. He laid on the towel and groaned as he tried to relax on his stomach, his legs hanging off of your bed.

"You're so sweaty," you said as you looked at his back that was slick in sweat, some beads rolling off of his sides and onto the towel. He laughed, "That's man sweat, babe." You rolled your eyes and wiped off his sweaty skin with a discarded towel from your shower earlier in the day. You moved to straddle his butt. "Babe, I'm not into pegging." You rolled your eyes and slapped his thigh, "Shut up." You both laughed and you shook your head.

"Where does it hurt." He grabbed your wrist gently and placed your hand where it was hurting. "Okay, just relax as best as you can." He nodded and moved his arms under his head. "Want some music on?" Billy softly laughed, "Am I gonna get a happy ending." You rolled your eyes once more. "No, I don't want your dick touching me at all." He laughed before you began working your hands over his shoulders first as he hummed.

"I'm not a professional, you know that right?" He nodded, "You're gentle with me, that's why I come to you." You nodded and continued what you were doing as you both talked about the game. You put slightly more pressure on his shoulder blade and he groaned in satisfaction. The room grew quiet before his occasional groan. Your hands moved down to his back to where it hurt the most.

Billy began to think, his eyes shut as he thought about every single way you've cared for him and loved him. You vowed to always be his best friend through thick and thin and for some reason, he felt like life was always going to be on the thick side but no matter what, you were always with him reassuring him every step of the way.

He got into a fight? You were cleaning his wounds, talking him out of his head space. He was remembering his mom? You were there holding his hand and listening to him vent. Through it all in Hawkins, you were there and you'd always be there.

He didn't know it until he sniffled that he was crying. Your hands stopped as they laid on his skin. "B? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." He shook his head and wiped his tears. "No, I'm okay, promise." You gently rubbed your thumb at the nape of his neck. "Did something happen?" He shook his head, "Just th-thinking," he hiccuped as he spoke, his throat threatening to close as the dam in his eyes was cracking at the pressure of his tears, raging waves ready to leave his beautiful eyes.

You continued to rub his neck softly. "Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head again. "Okay, is it okay if I continue or do you want me to stop?" He sniffled once more, letting his tears fall quickly. "Continue please." You nodded and continued to rub, putting slight pressure at the sorest part of his back. Billy closed his eyes, thinking of his memories with you.

You had both drunk too much alcohol as couples and even friends kissed around the two of you. You and Billy had only been friends for a mere week, if that by the time you had invited him to Tina's party.

"Wanna get outta here," Billy asked, his words slightly slurred. You nodded and he grabbed your hand and ran out of the house as you ran with him, both of you stumbling and he passed his car and your car before running across the road, dodging the slow cars before running into the woods with you.

He tripped over a tree root and landed in a bush, bringing you with him as you crashed into his toned chest as you both loudly laughed. He looked at the stars and began tracing some of them using your index finger. "We should be friends forever." You looked up at him, his eyes glassy and his brain disoriented, surely the California boy wasn't growing soft. "Okay," you responded with a shrug of your shoulders.

That was ten months ago and you kept your word. You finished the massage. "Payment time." Billy laughed and reached into his gym bag and grabbed the snacks that you loved and you thanked him, placing a quick peck to his cheek as he sat up and wiped his face as you opened the bag. "Wanna talk about it now?" He shrugged. "You treat me differently than anyone else has and it feels so fucking good but at the same time, it's like one fuck up and you're out."

You raised a brow, "Billy, I'm not leaving. I know it seems too good to be true, trust me I feel the same but I know I can always count on you when I get into shit that I shouldn't be in and I'm the same for you." He nodded as he laid on your pillows, talking about everything that was making him overthink.

"I'm always here and I'll always be here, nothing will ever change that, okay?" He nodded and squeezed your knee. "Love you." You smiled and rubbed his head like he was a child, "Love you too, B." He laughed and fixed his hair before he got comfortable. "Are you about to fall asleep?" He nodded as he yanked the blanket from you. "Give that back," you said as you tugged it from his tight grip, falling onto your floor and he cackled loudly. "Oh my god," he said as he tried to catch his breath, huffing out a little.

"Help me up you ass." He laughed again and helped you up and you placed the blanket over the two of you. "Don't take my half." He rolled his eyes and mocked you making you both laugh. You settled in, putting your rolled up snacks on your bedside table, knowing you'd finish them in the morning before you fell asleep with Billy.

[billys-pretty-babe]

The Anniversary

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary : Maybe it’s the anniversary of when Billy’s mother left and reader comforts him as he tries to act like it doesn’t bother him saying it’s ok to miss her and he lets out what he’s been feeling ? (Requested by @thatloserwithbluehair93 )

Warnings : Swearing

Word count : 589

A/N : Thank you for the request! Requests are open :)

It had been over ten years but it still felt like it was yesterday to Billy. You watched as he fiddled with the ring that his mother had given him, staring off into space as he sat beside you in his bedroom. You brushed your hand over his naked arm before moving your hand to his back, gently rubbing, trying to comfort him. 

You placed your head on his bicep, placing a gentle kiss on it, “It’s okay, B. You’re allowed to miss her, you know?” He scoffed, “She doesn’t fucking deserve me to miss her.” You sighed and gently scratched between his shoulder blades. The room was silent besides the Scorpions record playing in the corner of his room. “I,” he sighed, squinting his eyes, “I think I’m the reason she left, you know? I was young but I should’ve protected her from him.” You looked at him, not expecting him to talk. 

“Billy, just like you said, you were little. You didn’t know what to do. What do you think Neil would’ve done to you if you would’ve protected her?” He shrugged, looking down at you, his eyes sad. “I wish I could’ve done more for her. I guess if she didn’t leave, I wouldn’t be here with you but goddamn, I fucking hate her.” You didn’t know what to say, hell, what could you say to that? “Fuck,” he said as he pulled the roots of his hair, “I didn’t mean that, I wish I could hate her. I fucking hate that I can’t. This is the one of the only pictures I have of her,” he said as he leaned over and reached under his bed as he handed you a picture frame of his mother holding him on his hip, smiles on their faces, Billy’s mouth gummy, filled with two of three little teeth and his hair beginning to grow in, his lashes long and cheeks chubby with baby fat. 

You smiled as you looked at it and held the picture up to his face, “You didn’t change much, you have teeth and hair now.” He laughed, his curls shaking with his body, making you laugh. You handed the picture back to him and he slid it back underneath his bed. You held his hand and squeezed it, “I don’t understand how you feel and I wish I could so I could help you but B, the only thing I can do is just sit here and be with you. I’m sorry.” He shook his head, “That’s more than anyone else has ever done for me. Thank you.” You smiled and nodded as he leaned down and pecked your lips, his hair falling between the two of you as you laughed. “I think you would’ve liked her. I think she would’ve loved you.” You smiled, squeezing his hand once more. “You think so?” He nodded, “How could she not? If I love you, she would have to love you.” You both laughed. “I love you,” you said as you brought your hand up to hold his cheek and gently rubbed under his eye as he melted into your touch, pressing his lips to your palm. “I love you too,” he softly said. 

You sat with him all night as he recalled sweet memories of surfing as his mother watched, cheering him on, recalling baseball memories that made him cringe slightly in fear and pain. The night was filled with his sweet voice painting the image for you, making sure he left no details out. 

[billys-pretty-babe]

hey I love your writing and I was wondering if toy could write Angst with Billy. Where he’s best friends with reader and she’s in love with him and he thinks he’s in love too but when they finally start to date after a while he realizes he just loves her as a friend and he breaks up with her. Could be gender neutral reader if you rather do that. Thank you♥️♥️

Better Off As Friends

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^^^

Warnings : Swearing, mentions of underage drinking and one mention of a past sexual experience

Word count : ~ 1.3k

A/N : Requests are open!

The two of you started off as best friends and you fell fast for the boy from California. You tried to put your feelings off, thinking it was just lust.

You two partied with your friends, the both of you had one too many drinks and it ended with the two of you being tangled with each other in Tommy's guest room, both of you naked and Billy's hair in your mouth.

That was nearly a year ago. Six months after that, Billy claimed he was in love with you, your feelings were reciprocated and you guys began dating. You were in bliss each day with him, he was loving, attentive and so many other things. Billy was an amazing boyfriend for the first four or five months.

You guys have been together for six months now and he was acting weird. The kisses were brief, the "I love you"s were short and nearly emotionless. He hugged you like he did before you guys were ever dating.

The two of you hung out in his bedroom now, a record playing softly in the background as he sorted through his hair products and you flipped through a book that he had. "B." He hummed, not looking up as he threw away something. "Why have you been so short with me? Did I do something?"

He looked up and moved his hair products before patting his bed and you stood up and sat with him, your knees touching his. "I love you." You smiled, "I love you too." He looked at you. "I love you in a different way, babe."

Babe, he always called you that, even before the two of you began dating.

You slowly nodded, trying to wrap your head around it. "So like before?" He nodded. "What changed," you quietly asked him. He sighed, running his fingers through his curls. "I don't know. The first few months were fucking amazing, like they really were but I think I was trying to convince myself that I was in love with you. Of course I love you, we've always established that but I think I may have mixed it up somewhere along the way with being in love with you." You nodded again.

"Why were you trying to convince yourself?" He shrugged because honestly he didn't know. "So you've been faking for six months?" He looked at you, his eyes squinting slightly. "No, I didn't say that." You hummed. "Is it because I wouldn't put out?" He rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed with you now. "You seriously think I'm that shallow? We fucked way before we were together. I didn't give a shit if we fucked."

Your eyes began to get teary, all those Polaroids in your drawer and on your bulletin board, all the sweet love notes he'd slip into the pocket of your jeans, they all meant nothing now. "Hey," he softly said, "get outta your head. You didn't do anything to cause this, okay? I lost whatever feelings that I thought I had. You're always going to be my best friend."

Best friend. That's what did it for you as a few tears fell and he went to wipe them and you moved from his touch. "Don't touch me, please," you took a shuttery breath. You wanted to sob, your chest was hurting, you had to let it out. You stood up and slipped your shoes on, grabbing your things as you wiped your face.

"Where are you going?" You looked over as you gently bit the inside of your cheek, you couldn't cry in front of him. "Home, I'll be late for dinner." He nodded, he knew the excuse was bullshit but he let you leave anyways. You got into your car, putting your visor down as the polaroid stared at you, a picture of the two of you at Lover's Lake, smiles on both of your faces.

You angrily pulled the picture from its clip and threw it to the passenger floorboard as you drove off, fighting back the tears as you drove home. You parked in your driveway and as soon as you unlocked the front door, you rushed to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

You let yourself fall apart as you sat on your bed, a picture of you and Billy stared at you in a picture frame on your bedside table, a picture of the two of you as a party, way before you even got together. Your shoulders shook as you wiped your face continuously until there was a knock on your bedroom door.

"Babe, hey, Billy's on the phone. He said he wants to talk to you," your mother said on the other side of the door. You cleared your throat. "Tell him I'll call him tomorrow. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now." You listened to your mom relay the information. "He said it's important." You sighed and wiped your face, looking in the mirror before unlocking your door and she handed you the phone, leaving you alone in the hallway and you sat down on the hardwood floor.

"What?" "Your excuse was bullshit. Your mom said she's not cooking." You rolled your eyes. "Is that all you called for? To see if my mom was cooking? I'm busy." "Busy doing what?" You stayed silent. "Exactly. Um, I had a question." You hummed, shutting your sore eyes as you let your head fall to your knees. "Is our dynamic going to change?" You sighed because yes, the dynamic was going to change.

"Billy, we're never going to be the same. We can try but we'll never go back to the way before we hooked up at Tommy's house." "I know, I just don't want to lose you forever. You're the only person that I care about, I can't just let you go." You wanted to cry at the confession. "Can you come back over? I need one last kiss from you, just one. I know I'm being a selfish mother fucker but babe, please." Your heart clenched as you gripped the phone tighter. "Okay," you let out meekly. "Lover's Lake, fifteen minutes." He hung up and you put the phone back and put your shoes back on as you grabbed your car keys and left.

You drove to the lake as the sun set, watching the colors fade out to darkness before your arrived, parking near the dock, where Billy's Camaro sat, idling with the headlights on and you parked your car, shutting everything off. You got out of the car and he did the same as he led you to the dock and the two of you sat down, a soft breeze came and went a few times as the two of you were silent.

He squeezed your knee and he apologized. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I was feeling." You looked at him and shrugged. "It's fine." He hummed and moved closer to you, two fingers going under your chin so you'd continue to look at him and he tipped your head up slightly before planting his lips on yours and you tasted your long-lost strawberry flavored chapstick on your ex's lips.

You kissed him back before pulling away, moving away from him by a few inches. "I love you," he softly said and you looked out at the sky. "I love you too." Your 'I love you' meant something different than his but you'd settle for the love he had for you because you'd rather him love you as his best friend than not love you at all.

"I should get back home," you quietly said and he nodded and the two of you stood up before going to your respected cars and instead of going straight home, you took back roads around the small town, knowing that kiss that the two of you just shared would be the last.

[billys-pretty-babe]

hii, could i request something where Newby!reader just lost her mom so she has to move in with her dad who she doesn’t know that well (Bob) so she’s new to Hawkins and doesn’t know anyone and because she’s hurting she kinda uses Billy for sex etc (doesn’t have to be smutty though just implied) and that’s like foreign to him because it’s usually him who does that and he’s low-key hurt yk? And idk maybe a fluffy ending where he confronts her and they get together or something?

If not that’s okay, it’s just an idea I had 🩵 tysm anyway

Personal Supply

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^^^

Warnings : Smut (not much detail), swearing

Word Count : 1,022

A/N : Because there is implied smut, I ask that the people that read this are over the age of 18!

You didn't like the people around you. Hawkins and its residents were weird including, Bob and his girlfriend. Well, everyone but Billy was weird, he was just like you, an outsider. Maybe that's why you're so drawn to him or maybe it's the way he moves on top of you.

You hated yourself for the way you treated him but he was your only outlet. He understood how you felt.

Now, here the two of you were, tangled in his bed sheets, his muscles rippling under your fingers as he moved his hips, his thighs hitting the back of yours before he pulled out, finishing on your stomach with a groan of your name falling from his kiss-swollen lips.

You whimpered at the feeling and he laid down beside you, sweat beads rolling off of his face. He moved his stringy hair from his face before turning to face you, "Shit," he said as he tried to catch his breath and you both laughed. Your skin stuck to his arm and you quickly moved away from him as if he just branded your skin with a hot iron.

"I gotta go, Billy." He nodded nonchalantly but truth be told, he wanted, no, he needed you to stay the night. "When are we doing this again?" You laughed as you grabbed a tissue, cleaning off the mucus-like substance before throwing it into his trash can. "Tomorrow night? It can be at my place, Bob us going to be with Joyce."

Billy nodded. "Is Joyce your step-mom?" You laughed before shaking your head as you stood up, lightly stretching your back before going into his bathroom.

This cycle went on for months and each fuck session, Billy was hurting himself.

This time, you guys were in a hotel room, an extravagant one that Billy had saved up for. You stood up, ready to put your clothes back on so you could shower at your house. Billy quickly but gently grabbed your wrist, making you look at him. "Stay?" You sighed because deep down you wanted to stay and cuddle with him but with the way your parent's relationship ended, you couldn't do it to yourself.

You wanted to tell him you loved him but again, you just couldn't. "Billy, I can't. Bob's going to be home soon and he'll call Hopper if I'm not there." Billy pursed his lips, you were lying to him. "No he's not, he took Joyce and her boys to Indianapolis. Wanna tell me another lie or do you want to tell me the truth?"

You heard the way his voice cracked slightly, the way his throat constricted, he was trying to keep his composure in front of you. "Billy, I can't stay the night." He sat up, the white blanket falling to his lap, leaving his chest exposed with the red scratches that gently puffed up.

"Why? I just need a reason." You bit your tongue gently, trying to think of an excuse. "Please babe," he softly said, his fingers gently rubbing your skin, "don't give me a stupid ass lie either. I know when you're lying to me, you do that thing with your nose, it's cute but gets you in trouble."

You sighed, your shoulders falling. "Can I at least put a shirt on?" He nodded and you put your shirt back on and sat down on the bed. "I can't be in a relationship?" Billy blinked slowly, "Why?" You let out another sigh, "The way my parents' relationship ended, I can't do that to anyone, and especially not you." He raised a perfectly trimmed brow with a slit in it, "Why? Because my dick game is good?"

You rolled your eyes, "No, you ass. I have feelings for you, okay?" He smiled and you looked at him, "What're you smiling at blondie?" He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you laughed softly. "I have feelings for you too, babe," he said as he patted your naked thigh, "but you have got to work on your lying. Really, Hopper? Bob wouldn't call Hopper, Hop is trying to get into Joyce's pants."

You screwed your face up, "Can you shut up? I don't need to hear that." Billy laughed, taking it a step further, "What if Joyce has a threesome with Bob and Hopper?" "Shut up, William," you exclaimed, disgust on your face. He dramatically fell back, hand over his heart, "William, what the actual fuck." You both laughed and he sat up, quickly moving so his face was close to yours.

"Can I kiss you?" You smiled, "Yeah." He held your jaw before placing his lips on yours and you hummed before kissing him back, moving your hand so it was in Billy's hair. He pulled away first, giving you one last peck before he stood up, wrapping the sheet around his waist and you laughed as he dragged it into the bathroom and he came back with a damp washcloth before he gently cleaned you and he wiped himself off before he put on a pair of clean boxers as he laid beside you.

"So, what does this mean for us?" He shrugged, "I don't know. Let's go on a few dates and see." You nodded and he lifted his arm, inviting you to lay on his chest and you hummed as soon as your head hit his chest. "You're comfortable," you mumbled with your eyes shut and Billy laughed. "You would've found this out months ago but no, you ran out," he said sarcastically, gently tickling your side and you laughed as you tightened your hold on him.

"Wake me up for breakfast." You swore he rolled his eyes, you just knew it. "Okay, bossy. Go to sleep." If your eyes were open, you would've rolled them but unfortunately you were fighting your sleep and it seemed like sleep was winning as Billy rubbed your back. "Goodnight," you said as your lips ghosted over his skin, making him get goosebumps.

"Goodnight, babe." You hummed at the pet name before curling up beside him as you fell asleep to the hum of the a/c.

[billys-pretty-babe]

I have a day off from classes tomorrow if anyone wants to request anything :)

[heartbreak-sandwich]

hi if you could please send me some absolutely filthy thoughts in my ask box on or off anon so I can write tiny blurbs about my favorite fictional men, I will love you 2 times, maybe 3, thank you so much in advance. (Definitely Billy Hargrove related, but I'll also always accept babygirl Steve Harrington and the loveliest Eddie Munson requests - more info in the tags as usual)