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#Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington
harringroveera · 2 days
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Steve: …do you wanna talk about that first?
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go back to bed, babe
tw; Neil Hargrove
Get up.
Get up, do you hear?
Damn it, Billy!
Get your ass up! SMACK.
Billy wakes up in a cold sweat, still feeling the phantom burn of the hit from his dad.
Take out the trash.
So he gets up from the bed, doing his best not to wake Steve.
After he threw out the trash, he hears him again. In the corner of the living room, a dark shadow that seems to never go away. Especially at night.
It’s been going on for weeks. Billy waking up startled and scared, always following the gruff man’s voice into whatever chore he has him do. Dishes, vacuuming, washing the car, you name it.
It’s one night in particular that Steve had woken up to the sound of a crash. He doesn’t find Billy next to him, and that makes him worry more.
He runs down the stairs, flicking on the light and sees Billy on the floor, scrubbing it with a toothbrush, and a pile of broken glass is scattered around him. He’s muttering something under his breath.
Steve takes a step closer and sees; Billy had broken a ketchup bottle. The red mess stains the tile floor, and Billy just keeps on scrubbing, his knuckles white at the strong effort.
“Billy..” Steve says quietly, placing his hand on Billy’s shoulder, but the younger boy flinches and mutters again the same words. It’s a little more clearer now. I’m sorry
Steve tries again, sitting next to Billy, not minding the mess, “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks gently.
It was as like Steve’s words had woken Billy out of a trance, because then he just leans into his arms and sniffles, “H-he’s back again.” The toothbrush falls out his hand, and Steve immediately grabs his hand to hold onto.
“He’s not coming back.” “But he’s..he’s telling me things. Making me do things. I wake up all the time..to him.” Steve doesn’t know what to do, other than rubbing his back comfortingly.
“Let’s go back to bed, okay? I’ll clean this up tomorrow.” “No. Don’t. This is my fuckup.” “Billy, cmon.” Steve gave him a sincere look, and Billy finally caved in. They both walked back to the room, and Steve holds onto him like his life depends on it.
As both guys fall asleep in the bed, Billy is the one who truly gets a good nights sleep. And there’s no more lurking voice in the corner, only the reflection of the sunrise through the window.
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manwrre · 6 months
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steve: you’re the most jealous man i know.
billy: you know other men?
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chrissymunsons · 4 days
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boyfriends bantering 💩
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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year
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billlyharrington · 6 days
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When Steve and Billy leave Hawkins, when they settle in their cramped but pastel blue painted home in California. Billy changes. He keeps his hands to himself and only ever acts on his desires until Steve is the one to initiate it.
They kiss and cuddle and make love often, so often that it takes a while for Steve to notice something is up with Billy's behavior at all.
It's only when Steve truly looks at Billy's questioning eyes that he realizes they only ever do these things when he is the one initiating it. When he is the one to reach out his hand for Billy to take, when he gives his lover a look, which tells Billy he's allowed to jump on him.
The truth is that Billy is terrified of being too much, of being just like his dad.
He's scared that he was too pushy—that he forced Steve to leave the only town he has ever known for his own selfish reasons.
Billy has fully convinced himself that he forced Steve to leave Hawkins with him just like Neil forced Billy to leave California instead of staying there with his mother like he wished.
Scared that he's forcing Steve to stay with him, just like Neil forced Susan to stay with him in that accursed house on Cherry Lane.
It takes a while—maybe even two whole years for Billy to kiss Steve for the first time without seeing that explicit 'yes' in his lover's eyes.
It takes two years of Steve's gentle reassurances that he truly wanted to leave Hawkins for longer than he can remember, and that the desire to leave only grew with each day he had to tiptoe around the house in Loch Nora out of fear something with rows of teeth would be waiting around the corner.
Once Billy finally grows confident, there's no going back. It's as if a switch has been flipped in Billy's head.
And then he takes. He gives and takes and takes and gives until Steve is drowning in the affection he receives. Until it's almost too much.
When Steve looks good (which is always if Billy is to be believed), then Billy is hungry to taste him. When Steve tells him he has to get up, Billy instead wrestles him onto his back and kisses him until their lips are numb.
Billy succumbs to his desires and is oh-so bold about it.
Steve no longer has to chase his treasure because his treasure wants him.
Carnally.
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sadhours · 5 months
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Harringrove at Tina’s party pleaseeeeee. Steve is a sobbing mess over nancy and just wants to forget and who better than to assist him with that than Billy???? Also Billy just leaving Steve covered in his cum and crying over his new conflicted feelings like ughhhh
Hi I love you. This was fun to write. It uh, gets a lil sad at the end.
Cw: 18+ minors dni, Billy using Steve. Some degradation. Smut and angst?
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Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
The words repeated heavy in Steve’s head, over and over and over until his stomach churned with dread and disgust. Nancy thought they were bullshit? While Steve thought they were what? In love? He feels like a fool but what the fuck else is new. The eyes on him as he stalked after her and her stupid punch stained shirt tell him he’s gonna hear about this all week at school. Guaranteed to be blame of the punch spill anyways.
He had fully intended to stay relatively sober at this party when he arrived but now the slice in his heart needs mending and ya know what, that bottle of Jack he earlier denied is calling his name. So he goes to find it, eyes scanning the crowd until it falls on that annoying man, pecks peeking out behind a leather jacket and of course, the stupid fingerless gloves he’s wearing are wrapped around that bottle of whiskey Steve is suddenly desperate for. Fuck it. He’s King Steve, this beautiful asshole called him that earlier, when he puffed his chest and glared into Steve’s soul. He can fucking take the whiskey from him. In fact, he has to. Pushing through the crowd, Steve gets his fingers around the neck of the bottle and tugs. Hargrove raises his eyebrows, lips turning up into a smirk but he doesn’t give, grips the shaft of the bottle tighter.
“Need something, King Steve?” his honeyed voice purrs and it boils Steve’s blood.
With a curl of his upper lip, he growls back, “Yeah, fork it over, prick.”
“Oh,” Billy cackles, “Yes, your majesty. Here.”
Steve rips the bottle from Billy’s hand and takes a dangerous swig of it, the amber liquid burning down his throat. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from the blue ones glued to his face, something insidious behind them. Steve doesn’t care, chokes down another fiery swig and exhales, his stomach swirling with heat from the booze. Hargrove keeps eying him with intrigue, a playful tilt to his smirk that makes Steve weary. He goes to stomp off, then fingers are wrapping around his wrist.
“Something bothering you?” Billy asks with a duck of his head, shining teeth bared in a smile Steve doesn’t exactly trust.
“Yeah, you.”
“Feisty, nice. I’ve heard that about you,” Hargrove beams, keeps his grip firm on Steve’s wrist and tugs him into the bathroom he’d just been told he was bullshit in.
He locks the door behind him, leans against the door and looks at Steve differently. Almost hungry?
“What’s this about? Let me out,” Steve seethes and moves for the doorknob but Billy blocks him.
“C’mon,” he pouts, “something’s bothering you, what is it?” Hargrove tilts his head, “Something to do with your stuck up girlfriend?”
“Shut up,” Steve hates the way his eyes well up with tears, hates the way his stomach drops at the mention of Nancy.
“She dump you in here?” Billy asks with this shit eating grin that makes Steve’s skin crawl.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Steve tries, ashamed of the way his voice cracks when he says it.
Hargrove pouts again, snatches the bottle from Steve’s grip and swallows some down before setting it on the counter, “C’mon, you’re King Steve, right? Bitches come and go.”
“Stop,” Steve whimpers out, bringing his hands up to his face in shame as the tears trickle down his cheeks.
Billy crowds him then, presses the small of his back against the counter and gets real close to his face. It’s threatening at first but something about Billy’s whiskey and nicotine tinged breath on his face is… hot? Oh, god. What the fuck is wrong with him? It’s the whiskey, even though he hasn’t really had much. It’s the rejection doing it. He’s not even into guys. Why the hell is Billy Hargrove of all people making his dick twitch? It makes such little sense that he’s full on crying now, sobbing into the minuscule space between them. And Hargrove’s hands grip his waist, and then he… he fucking licks the tears off of Steve’s cheek and Jesus Christ, he’s hard in his jeans from it. Steve chokes out another pathetic sob before he shoves Billy back, glaring down at him fiercely.
“The fuck is wrong with you, faggot?” Steve seethes out, pushing down another sob.
Billy scoffs, raises a brow and moves his hand to cup Steve through his jeans, “I’m not often wrong. And I’m not wrong this time, faggot.”
Steve closes his eyes as he whimpers, the warmth and firmness of Billy’s palm against his pulsing erection confirms it for the both of ‘em. Steve likes this. He actually fucking likes this. And it’s definitely because the whiskey and Nancy breaking his heart and not actually because he’s attracted to Hargrove. He thinks for a brief moment before he’s reaching back for the bottle of Jack and downs some more. He sets it back down and rolls his hips into Billy’s hand, letting another slew of tears escape his eyes. Hargrove presses into his strained erection and licks his cheek again. And it’s the oddest thing. Steve feels heat pooling in his stomach from it. Maybe it’s the whiskey. The safer thing to think is it’s from the whiskey and not from the weird, gay degradation happening.
“Poor King Steve,” Hargrove whispers in his ear, “Crying over some mediocre pussy.”
Steve can’t even fight back anymore, he’s over the fight and all he can is welcome the pleasure erupting over his body from Hargrove fondling his cock and balls over his jeans. It’s pathetic, he knows that but it feels too good and he wants more. No, he needs more. Tells Billy as much with a whimper and another roll of his hips.
“I’ll make you cry like a bitch, too,” Hargrove mumbles into the shell of his ear before dipping down to bite his lobe and tug.
The cries turn into moans as Billy bites down Steve’s neck and undoes his jeans, shoving them down his thighs and wrapping his fingers around Steve’s aching cock. The leather from the gloves is an interesting sensation, Steve likes it a lot. It’s obvious by the way he’s thrusting up into Billy’s fist and whining.
“God, you’re whiny,” Billy observes, jerking Steve’s cock dry in his palm, “That why the princess dumped you? She get fed up with how much of a bitch you are?”
“Shut up,” Steve says behind gritted teeth, fingers moving to grip the counter behind him.
“I haven’t even done anything,” Billy comments? pulling back as he scoops the precum bubbling from Steve’s dick on his fingertip and brings it up eye level, “Even your dick is weeping.”
Billy apparently thinks he’s hilarious by the way he cackles, but then he’s licking the slick from his finger and Steve’s knees almost buckle from the sight. He thinks this might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, and that’s alarming but something for him to consider after he’s blown his load. Hargrove drops to his knees and squeezes the base of Steve’s cock, looking up at him under thick lashes. He’s so pretty, Steve wants to touch his face, drag his thumb along Billy’s cheekbone but he doesn’t let himself. His leaking, pulsing hard on is proof enough he thinks Billy is pretty, doesn’t need to push his luck anyway. He thinks Hargrove might bite his fingers if he does so, or maybe worse, his dick.
Plush, pink lips circle the head of Steve’s cock and he’s letting out a gasp, shocked by just how much he likes the sight. He wants so desperately to touch the boy before him but he won’t let himself, no matter how much those dirty blonde curls are begging to have Steve’s fingers in them. Hargrove’s mouth is so warm and so wet as he takes Steve down. Better than any hole he’s ever been in and that’s… another thought for later. His cock twitches in Billy’s mouth, and he smirks around it, letting Steve know he felt it.
“Fuuuck,” he whines out, lips parting in ecstasy. The arousal he feels now is white hot, intoxicating more than any swig of whiskey. If he’s not careful, he’s libel to fall in love with Billy Hargrove this instant and nobody needs that. Pupils blown, Billy looks into Steve’s eyes while he sucks him down deep, so deep. Steve can feel his tip hitting the back of Hargrove’s throat and the fucker swallows. Steve’s seeing stars for a second, forgetting that he was trying not to touch Billy as he slips his fingers into that dumb fucking mullet. Tugs while he moans lowly, earning another smile around his cock. God damn, this idiot is pretty and Steve hates him and loves him all at once. Wants to punch his dumb face and kiss it at the same time.
Hargrove moves a hand up and cradles Steve’s balls in his palm, bobbing his head up and down like he was fucking born to do this. How did he get so good at sucking cock? Steve suddenly feels excited at the prospect of knowing this secret about Billy, maybe he can use this against him. But then again, it’s his dick down Hargrove’s throat. One of these might be gayer but Steve can’t even finish these thoughts because Billy’s giving him the blowjob of a lifetime and Steve’s pathetically on the brink of orgasm. Can’t even warn Billy before he’s shooting down his throat.
“Christ,” he chokes out, bucking his hips into Billy’s face as he chases the pleasure and this guy is a champ. Billy grabs a hold of Steve’s thighs and takes the face fucking, then leans back on his haunches as he grins up at him.
Steve’s panting against the counter, coming back down to earth when Billy opens the cabinet to the left of his leg and starts rifling through it.
“What are you doing?” Steve wonders, voice wrecked.
“Said I was gonna make you cry like a bitch, didn’t I?” Billy quips around a dangerous smirk, holding up a bottle of baby oil.
“What?” Steve asks, eyes wide. What the hell is Hargrove gonna do with that oil?
“Turn around,” Billy rises to his feet, eyebrow lifted like he dares Steve to disobey.
“Dude— no,” Steve gapes, “I—“
“Pretty boy, I said turn around,” Billy levels, eyes dark and Steve does, in spite of everything telling him not to. Hargrove’s lips are on his ear, “Lemme show you something that priss never could.”
Suddenly, there’s a slickness pressing to his asshole and Steve chokes out a gasp, looks at himself in the mirror and his face shows the shock he feels. Billy hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder and meets his eyes in the mirror as his fingers rub circles against Steve’s hole. It feels nice despite the panic rising in his chest, and Steve doesn’t tear his eyes away from the reflection of Billy’s.
“I’m gonna make you feel better than that bitch ever could,” Billy tells him, voice low and raspy which causes another stir to Steve’s softening cock. Then Billy’s finger pushes past the tight ring of Steve’s asshole and it’s a sharp pain but at the same time it’s overwhelmingly pleasant. Punches a moan out of Steve’s throat and he drops his head, eyes on the sink but immediately, Billy’s hands on his throat and urging his head upright again.
“Look at yourself,” he insists, curling his finger and then bites Steve’s jaw. “Such a pretty boy.”
Steve whines, not recognizing himself in the mirror. Billy’s sliding in another finger as his tongue soothes the tender skin his teeth assaulted, eyes trained on Steve’s flushed face. Billy’s fingers twist and prod until they hit a spot inside of Steve he didn’t know existed and he cries out, vision blurring as Billy continuously rubs at the spot. The stupidly gorgeous face he sees in the mirror looks smug, but Steve’s a little too preoccupied to be mad at it. Hell, he barely notices when Billy’s adding a third digit to his hole. Steve whimpers out, knuckles turning white where he’s gripping tightly onto the countertop.
Hargrove bites at his jaw again, thrusting his fingers in quick succession and each time they poke Steve’s prostate he moans, feeling his eyes cross as his cock springs back to life. He scissors his fingers, stretching Steve’s hole as he groans lowly and rolls his hips.
“Think you’re ready?” Billy asks, voice teetering on desperation and it’s really nice to hear. Steve’s nodding his head, all the panic from before evaporated at this point.
Billy pulls his fingers out and Steve fucking whines, more pathetic than he’s sounded all night. It’s short lived, Billy’s quick with slathering his cock in the oil and pressing his head to Steve’s eager hole. Obviously, his cock is thicker than his fingers and Steve’s feeling that panic return but Billy pushes the head through and Steve cries out, tears prickling his eyes at the sensation because it is painful but his balls tighten from it and his eyes roll back. It’s painful in the delicious kind of way. He couldn’t even remember Nancy’s name in this moment if he tried. Heads empty, nobodies home. Just clouds of God, that’s nice and oh, wow there’s a cock in my ass. Billy’s hand meets his throat again and he purrs in Steve’s ear, “Look at me.”
Steve didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes, but he opens them and his vision is flooded with the reflection of himself, Billy’s face pressed next to his and that leather clad hand around his neck. He looks to Billy’s eyes in the mirror, a little upset with how much it makes his heart swell. Steve’s easy. Billy saw he was upset and did something to make him forget about it. Fuck, he might be in love. Nope. Steve, stop it.
Billy sinks in a little deeper, draining the air of Steve’s lungs as he does so, “Fuck!”
“I was right, huh?” Billy says, breathless as his face contorts in pleasure.
“Uh huh,” Steve breathes, would agree with anything the blonde says at this point. His heads all warm and fuzzy and Billy’s really pretty. The angles of his face irritated Steve before, got a hint of jealousy in his gut but now he just wants to touch them.
Hargrove groans, digging his nails into Steve’s hips as he drives deeper into the brunette, “So fucking tight.”
And then the head of his cock meets with Steve’s prostate and Steve’s eye roll back in his head. He would’ve collapsed to the floor if it wasn’t for the grip Billy has on him. Doesn’t realize he’s crying again until Billy licks his cheeks again, hips still as he allows Steve to adjust to his length. Hargrove’s breath is heavy on his face, fanning across his sticky cheek in waves. Billy starts rolling his hips, languid and deep and each stroke makes Steve feel like he’s floating higher and higher away. His reflection looks as fucked out as he feels, his eyes glazed over and wide, lips parted in an O and his cheeks are wildly flushed. But this sensation is fucking otherworldly and his cocks at full attention, begging to be touched even though he just came. His chest feels tight while he spews out these breathless and high pitched moans. Hargrove looks as smug as can be, cheek pressed against Steve’s with this fucking grin on his face, like he’s so proud of himself.
“When I heard about you,” Billy grunts, “I didn’t think you’d be this fucking easy.” He punctuates the last word with a particularly rough thrust that’s got Steve’s toes curling in his shoes.
Steve couldn’t talk if he tried, brains too fuzzy with euphoria and fuck, is he drooling? Yep, he is. A string of saliva drips from his lips down onto the bathroom counter but he can’t be bothered to wipe his face, he can’t fucking move at all besides his hips. They keep pushing back to meet Billy’s thrusts.
Hargrove wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock and strokes him at the same pace he’s drilling into him. And fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Steve cries out, eyes squeezing shut as he spills spunk all over Billy’s fist. He’s never cum that quick in his life. He’s out to lunch, man. Seeing stars, seeing God. When he’s coming back to earth, Hargrove’s laughing, clearly pleased with himself. He bends Steve over the counter and hammers into him, hard and quick. The roughness of his hips slamming into the counter launch sharp pain down his legs and he’s crying out again, gripping onto the counter for dear fucking life. And then a totally new sensation has him babbling and moaning as Billy fills him with spunk, a guttural grunt falling on Steve’s ears. But as quick as he feels it, it’s gone. Billy’s pulling out of him and he feels a little pat on his head before he hears the door open and close. Steve sinks down to the floor, curling up in the fetal position as he processes what the fuck just happened. And he’s sobbing some more, his heart twisting with a pain he’s never felt before. His thighs are slick and sticky and his ass is fucking sore but worse than that, he’s alone. Steve feels used up, stupid and more confused than he’s ever been.
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bunnyhargrove · 3 months
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Billy is fresh out of the shower, droplets of water still cascading down his tanned chiselled chest as he poses in front of his mirror on his knees, a towel suggestively placed over his obviously hard cock, one hand tangled in his hair, the other holding his phone, he snaps a pic and sends it to Steve with the caption
'I'm so hot I'd fuck myself'
Steve absolutely loses his mind when he opens the message, and is very thankful that he is by himself, because his jeans almost instantly tighten painfully.
S.H: be there in five minutes
Billy chuckles at Steves desperation thinking there is no way he will get there in 5 when he lives 20 minutes drive away, but much to Billys surprise there is an urgent knock on the door exactly 5 minutes later.. Steve broke every speed restriction between his and Billys and some how didnt get a ticket.
The second Billy opens the door, completely naked, Steve is pouncing on him and dragging him to the bedroom.
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drinkingbeerfroma · 1 year
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A little Harringrove kiss to start your new year, my lovelies 💖
First time making art for my own fic, hope you guys like it ✨️
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mothellie · 1 month
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BILLY HARGROVE / STEVE HARRINGTON template by marissources · full stranger things series
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harringroveera · 21 hours
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Steve admits he likes Billy and now everyone is having an intervention for him
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creaturecosmo · 4 months
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knight steve who falls in love with his king billy hargrove. whose devotion grows from begrudging obligation to curiosity to affection in his time being promoted to personal knight, getting to know his king more personally. who stays silent but ever present, always ready to serve his king in any way. he'll stand at the foot of billy's bed as long as it means he gets to be in the same room. ever the loyal dog to his handler.
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manwrre · 2 months
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billy: nice onesie, does it come in men’s?
steve, without looking up: oh i think you come in men enough for all of us
billy:
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chrissymunsons · 2 months
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billy: “ugh, fine”
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I think about this picture a lot tbh
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dreamyysaturn · 2 years
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This is the best thing I’ve ever seen oh my gods 🫢
I’m literally so in love with this man it’s not healthy..
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All credits to the owner! I couldn’t find them on here but their tiktok @ is ‘eddiesmattress_’
Please tag them in the comments so I can add them here!
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