#bottom billy hargrove

[shieldofiron]

They are dating.

Inspired by conversations with @intothedysphoria I really think he would say it like this.

[sweetestorange]

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male x male content, women dni please <3

includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, (Hint of Tommy Hagan) and Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

using your throat after a long day

eddies all revved up after a good game

forgetting your money and giving your dealer an alternative payment

monster cock! eddie

Steve Harrington

steve letting off some steam

getting used by the keg boys ft steve/billy

putting the guest bedrooms to use

king steve keeping you in your place

Billy Hargrove

showing off your mouth skills at a party

getting used by the keg boys ft billy/steve

soft sex while he’s in a good mood

power bottom billy

[hgrve]

[cavinginhisfvce]

'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future. 

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her. 

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear. 

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off. 

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food. 

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy. 

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father. 

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent. 

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted, 

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!" 

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?" 

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words. 

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

[glamrockpiratesboner]

Free use with Billy Hargrove is a need, not a want.

[kiraixi]

“We cant do this, not here” but make it harringrove or mungrove 🤭🤭

ahah anon right when i’m feeling it too, its kinda long sorry ;w;

nsfw harringrove: ao3

“Steve, we cant do this. Not here—”

“But Baby,” He purrs into blonde curls, “No-ones home, won’t be for another few hours.”

Billy huffs, adorable freckles standing out against his blush. “Yeah we’re not fucking on Susan’s kitchen counter.”

Steve slides his hands down from Billy’s shoulders to his ass, grabbing at a fistful of skin to hoist him up and onto the worktop. He receives and startled gasp and half hearted swat to his hair. He kisses the Billy’s nose in apology.

Billy sighs “Fine, but don’t make a mess.”

“So only inside? How could I resist.”

The other grunts. A hand snakes into his hair yanking him forward, smushing their lips together. It’s uncoordinated and messy but thats always been Billy’s style. A free and sprawling mass ever since they collided, a giggle escapes Steve’s lips, just like the coast he came from.

Billy pulls away, one perfectly plucked eyebrow raising in query.

He stares back with what he know now is the ‘dork face loser smile’ Billy so tenderly named.

“I adore you”

God and the way his boyfriends face blooms.

“Shut up you,” Billy mumbles, resuming their make-out, tongue lapping at his lower lip desperate yet demure. Steve pretends he doesn’t feel the other’s face flame hot and pink against his cheek, he’s being a considerate boyfriend after all.

They’ve done this before, together in unconventional places. Steve is insatiable and Billy is a thrill seeker. The broom closet at school, Steve’s childhood treehouse and Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom are a few honourable mentions. A match made in heaven.

His fingers trail the seam of Billy’s shorts, red tight ones he wears to work that don’t leave anything to the imagination. Makes it real hard for Steve keeping his cool at the pool.

Crawling under the fabric, he massages bountiful flesh, pulling quiet moans and huffs against his spit slicked mouth. Billy growls in retaliation urging him closer, quicker.

He yanks down his jeans and underwear, Billy kicks off his pants and goes to tear of the matching crop.

They embrace again but not before Billy snorts “If we traumatise Max, thats on you.”

“Whatever, I’ll take the blame.” Time is of the essence they say. “Shut up and let me make feel good B,”

The rest is pretty fast, he send a thanking prayer to whatever god made Susan splurge on one of those forward extended counters, gives them a lot more space than usual to manoeuvre. Billy lays back enough to grip the counter and Steve grips both of Billy’s ankles in one hand to hold over his shoulders, the other interlocking with his boyfriend’s palm. It’s the kinda stuff Billy would call sappy shit after.

Steve slides home easy, Billy’s all loose from their messing around earlier on. Still feels like paradise every time he clenches around him, all encompassing like a snake with prey.

The small noises that accompany his every thrust is really what brings Steve over the edge, at first it used to really embarrass Billy to the point he’d always have a hand over his mouth or bite into Steve’s shoulder in hopes of muffling himself. But so far into their relationship he now lets it free.

Quiet pants and whines caress his ears, Steve locks their lips together again mouths moving back and forth with each thrust. He sees Billy’s eyes open, glazed and overwhelmed. Straight out of a painting he looks.

“Steve, please—”

“What is it baby?” Steve whispers soft, breathe tickling Billy’s neck.

“Need it, need you.”

Steve furrows his brow in confused “You have me B, right here.”

He gets a quiet whimper in response, small shake of the head and a tightening of tanned thighs around him.

“Need your cum” Baby blue eyes look up at him, pleading.

And does that not set Steve insides alight. A fire burning within. He slams in with renewed force, feeling Billy slide back at every motion, knuckles desperately clinging at the cabinets, scrambling for purchase. The sounds they make echo around the kitchen, loud and amplified over the cold surfaces.

Steve knows he wont last long, not with the way his boyfriend eyes line with unshed tears, face and shoulders blushed from overexertion. He takes a hand and fondles Billy’s pecs, knowing it’s sensitive enough to throw him over the edge.

He feels the other tightening around him, hears the escaping gasp that leaves Billy’s lips. Then the blonde is spilling over, white streaks across his stomach and chest. The image will forever remain in Steve’s mind, burned into his retinas. He releases into the other, sees the look of content cross Billy’s face once he does.

They kiss for another few minutes, happy to just be. It isn’t until Billy spots Max skating up to the front door that they jump apart, righting themselves to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Steve smirks over at Billy retying his pants, “No where is safe from us Baby.”

And Billy had to agree.

lmao hit me up if you want something in Nancy’s room >:3

edit: someone did hit me up so here’s pt2 !!

[weird-an]

So there are obviously a lot of tags about Billy Hargrove on AO3 - but why is there NONE that says Bratty Billy Hargrove or Billy Hargrove Being A Brat, because for … well obvious reasons?! Let's start using them.

[creepydude78]

HAPPY EASTER! So to those who do celebrate Easter I have a little present for you, which is our beautiful boy billy hargrove in his bunny suit that Steve bought for him.

Billy would always get embarrased when he looks at the suit, but as soon as he puts it on he can't get steve away from him. Teasing his poor bunny until he couldn't take it anymore and begged steve to fuck him.

(Had to crop image dude to community guidelines)

Uncensored and uncropped version is on my twitter, Billy and steve are wishing you a happy Easter.

Enjoy :)

[symbioticsimplicity]

Harringroveson has my heart not just because I want them all to be more loved and happy than they can stand, but also because Steve and Billy need a top.

[goldilocksbh]

Get Ready for Love

(This was originally a thread on Twitter, but since Twitter is going to shit, it's now here. Lmao.)

The first time Billy takes Steve's strap, it's like a religious experience. He's never bottomed before, but he's taken his own fingers a couple times out of curiosity.

Compared to how Steve patiently opens him up, gliding his thick, tan fingers in and out his slick hole, nothing could beat it. He has him moaning into the pillow within minutes, rolling his hips back into each forward push.

"Fuck, Steve," Billy groans, curling his toes as Steve crooks his fingers and brushes over and over that spongy tissue inside, causing his dick to leak where it was hanging between his thick, muscled thighs. "If-If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum."

He can hear the smirk in Steve's tone without even looking behind him. "If you're about to shoot from just having my fingers, how will you take my dick?" He chuckles. He presses the digits in deeper just to prove his point, causing Billy's body to jerk forward, a choked sound catching in his throat. "Steve," He hisses, finally glancing behind him and seeing Steve's confident expression - King Steve. "Shut up and fuck me already."

He's desperate. So fucking desperate to be filled, fucked, and worn out. He's never wanted another guy's cock so much. He kicks his legs on either side of the older boy, a pout settling on his pink lips before he hears Steve laugh again. "Alright, your highness. Give me a minute," Steve hums, slipping his fingers out before he reaches for the lube on his bedside table. He sits it on the plaid covers of his bed to readjust his cock, fixing the straps secured around his thighs and hips before picking the lube back up and slicking himself, then leans forward to dribble more over Billy's hole. He chuckles again when the blonde jumps and curses. "Get ready."

Billy does just that, arching his back and raising his ass higher, shuddering when the tip bumps against his stretched opening, and when Steve pushes in, it makes him breathless. He's so full, and it feels like it's never-ending. Steve's dick is huge, filling him up in all the right ways. He moans loud and high, his voice taking on an edge it never has previously as he whines out Steve's name. When he pushes back to get the last bit inside, he hears Steve suck in a sharp breath, making his dick throb to know he's making the strap grind back against Steve's swollen clit. He wants him to feel good too - to please his boyfriend.

"Fuck me, Stevie."

[shieldofiron]

WHINY BOTTOM BILLY GETTING FUCKED BY STEVE WHILE JONATHAN IS IN THE NEXT ROOOOOOOM!!!!!

"Shhh honey," A drop of sweat from Steve's hair dripped down on the back of Billy's neck and he swore he could hear it sizzle.

It wasn't that Billy meant to make any noise. It was just that quickies always made him hot. He gripped the edge of the dryer and tried to bite his lip.

Steve's hands gripped him tightly, "Wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you? He would be so shocked to see you like this... pants around your ankles... and that ass..."

Billy made a desperate whimper, arching into Steve's hands.

"Do you think he'd take a picture? It might last longer."

Billy's orgasm swirled over him like a hurricane, catching him for one desperate moment in a half scream, that Steve swiftly muffled, stuffing his own underwear in Billy's mouth. Billy's eyes rolled back and his toes clenched up in his boots and he wailed brokenly as he felt Steve cum deeply, his movements getting choppy and rough.

Billy's knees still felt weak when he stumbled out into the living room.

"Hey guys," Jonathan smiled, pressing play on the vcr to start the opening credits, "I put a little extra butter on the popcorn."

"Yum," Billy said softly, setting next to him on the couch.

"Did he go a good job?" Jonathan's smile was knowing, but still somehow shy.

"Yeah," Billy kicked a boot up, settling into Jonathan's side and taking his hand, "Came so hard, I saw heaven."

Jonathan threw an arm around his other boyfriend, kissing him on the temple, "That's my good boy."

Steve blushed softly, and squirmed against Jonathan's chest, relaxing when the opening credits played, and wriggled his hands around Billy's.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Day 2: Billy 'you know what they say about assuming' Hargrove

Plz ignore how tired I look, 30 is tough for us damaged millienals ✌

[lorifragolina]

I hereby declare that from now on I'll refer to "bottom watering" my plants as "Billy watering". That's all for now.

[cavinginhisfvce]

okay,, listen i drew this so long ago but i just colored it sooo it's harringrove now????

i dunno how to tag this ;-;

[glamrockpiratesboner]

Billy Hargrove can sit on my cock!!

HE CAN!! AND HE WILL!!! AND HE’LL MOAN AND WHIMPER WHILE HE DOES IT!!!

[kiraixi]

Bad kitty, Billy!

nsfw : ao3

It was that time of year.

Steve was a responsible owner, honest! But sometimes Billy really got out of hand.

Especially in his heat.

Billy would be such a good kitty normally and Steve just learnt to deal with it, only a week of frantic behaviour compared to a year of bliss was something he could handle right?

Wrong.

For some reason this time Billy decided to take his frustration out on Steve. He was used to Billy holeling up somewhere in the house, the only indication of his presence from the ever depleting food stores, but now?

Billy was insistent, constantly rubbing against him ever after being shooed. Sticking his tail up in front of Steve’s nose and constantly yowling. He was really stumped on what to do.

Grabbing the kitty by the collar Steve tickles his chin, “Billy, do you want me to call another cat in?”

A vigorous shake from Billy followed by the most heartbroken blue eyes “Only want master…” He flicks his tail and flutters his eyes for effect.

That’s new. Sure it’s not uncommon to have a relation with your hybrid, but Billy’s never really indicated interest from Steve before.

Surprise colours his voice, “You’ve never asked before, sweetheart.” He reaches out, scratching behind the kitty’s ear.

And Billy just melts into his hand, ears perked slightly forward and purring like a motor.

He looks up through his lashes “Before was shy.”

“You were shy before, baby? Didn’t want Masters help?”

He whines desperately, rubbing his head up and down Steve’s arm.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you now.”

Steve and Billy have been companions since childhood. After finding him wounded behind their garage, he fought tooth and nail till his parents let him keep the hybrid. Steve’s always had a slight crush on the cream cat and only grew over the years.

He grips both Billy’s thighs pulling the blonde into his lap. Billy takes the liberty to grind down a little, making him groan.

Steve’s impatient, needs to feel Billy skin on skin now.

Grabbing at the other’s shirt he pulls it off to fondle at the exposed tits, gorgeous in all their tanned beauty. Lavishing many kisses and bites around his chest, Billy responds by nuzzling Steve’s neck and lapping at his ear making the area cold and sensitive to every pant and moan elicited from Billy.

“Steve”

He rocks harder up and down Steve’s thigh, hands gripping into his arms, claws tearing at his shirt. It turns painful so Steve takes both arms and interlocks them behind his neck with a– “Hands up here precious.”

Steve’s own wander down Billy’s bare torso caressing every crevice and divot, running up and down that practically slutty waist. Billy’s face is flushed red, small whines music to his ears compared to the earlier noises.

He reaches for the lube located between the seat and undoes his slacks. Stroking himself a few times to fullness and groupes at the full globes of Billy’s ass. So plush they must be a blessing from above. Slips one finger inside and pays close attention to the way Billy’s lashes clump together with unshed tears squirming for more..

“C’mon Stevie, I need-!”

And Steve can’t deny when his kitty begs so pretty. Lines himself up and maunvers Billy to lower onto his cock, the other letting out a relieved sigh once bottoming out.

“Are you satisfied kitten?” He puts a hand over Billy’s stomach feeling the small bump from his dick, he’s always been above average. Billy responds with pants and high pitched moans, gripping his neck hard.

“You ready love?”

Billy nods desperation clear on his face “Please, Steve!”

Goes sweet and soft once Steve thrusts upwards, drooling on his shoulder. Tail wrapping around his leg and arms tightening, clinging on for dear life.

They go many rounds until Steve can give no more and Billy is a ball of purring content above him. He strokes the kitten, cooing and kissing him over and over, repeating what a good boy he was for Master. Billy responds with a cute little smile and cuddles closer.

It’s a great afternoon spent together