#radicalbilly writes

[radicalbilly]

Friends Support Friends

pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

summary: Now Billy may not have many friends but he’s never going to let his best friend suffer from a subpar experience.

word count: 3,060

a/n: NSFW CONTENT also dirty words i have never used before on this account also my second attempt at real smut. apparently i had many thoughts and i’m hoping this knocks me out of my rut. + Best Friends Too

warnings: 18+ nsfw content, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, 18+ language, smut seriously i will fight any minor who looks at this

If anyone were to ask, the answer would be “no, Billy Hargrove was not nosy”.

He was simply curious and maybe a bit hungry. And that was why he was digging through his best friend’s dresser drawers, no other reason.

He knew you hid candy around your room, well, he guessed that you still did because as far as he knew what girl didn’t have a stash of candy? And he also remembered you saying something about it one time when the two of you had hung out.

Billy flicked through a few pairs of your underwear, humming lightly in approval when he saw anything that was skimpy or had lace, even a few of the cotton options were piquing his interest.

He honestly was surprised that these were what you were hiding under your t-shirts and jeans, and, maybe, he was a curious to see what they looked like when you were wearing them.

Billy began to pocket a black pair, the intricate floral design in the lace catching his attention.

“What in the hell are you doing, Hargrove?” He didn’t even bother looking shameful, even when you stalked over and pulled your panties from his front pocket, tossing them back into your drawer.

“Nice pajamas you’ve got there, you big tease.” He laughed after rolling his eyes, he knew exactly where to find those panties when he wanted them again. He took hold of the fabric you were wearing and rubbed it between his fingers, he liked the softness of the silk. He let it fall when you pulled away.

“Okay, then,” he changed the subject, “where are your snacks?”

“My beside drawer, if there’s any left, you jackass,” you replied replied with a chuckle. You splayed out across the end of your bed and flipped through the channels on your television, “Why would I hide snacks in my underwear drawer anyway?”

Billy stopped before opening your nightstand, his fingers dancing over the handle, “That’s where I hide my stuff. My cigarettes, money, condoms-“

The word condoms immediately sent you on high alert, remembering what you else you hid in your bedside drawer.

“Oh, shit! Billy, wait!”

You were too late, Billy’s eyes immediately zeroed in and the most devilish grin you’d ever seen on him began to settle on his pretty face. You were mortified, face heating all the way to your ears as you watched him pull the light purple vibrator out of the drawer.

“Now, what’s this?” Billy hummed in delight, eyebrows raising suggestively. He flopped onto the bed, pulling himself to sit cross-legged and hover over you. With the vibrator dangling right in front of your face, a smirk graced his face in response to your scowl.

You snatched the offending item from his hand and shoved his shoulder. Billy was caught off guard, succumbing easily when you moved to straddle his waist. You leaned over to put the vibrator back into the drawer and pulled out a bag of Charleston Chews, shoving them against Billy’s chest. You moved from your spot, choosing to lay on your back in front of him.

He lowly cleared his throat and placed the bag top of the nightstand before turning towards you, “I don’t know if I’m hungry for candy anymore.”

It came out as a purr, something akin to how he got girls’ attention at parties. His fingers pulling your chin towards him and then lowering to toy with the hem of your shirt, “maybe I want something a little sweeter.”

“Don’t say that, Billy,” you huffed, turning your head back. He knew you too well to assume that you weren’t mulling it over, especially with the way your teeth were beginning to chew at your bottom lip. “I mean, it’d be awkward cause you’re my best friend.”

Billy could sense a deeper reasoning, a consequence of knowing you for so long. He cocked an eyebrow, urging you to go on.

“Also, I know you, and we agreed that I’m not a conquest thing.”

He had to admit that it was a bit of a sharp jab, but he didn’t keep you around for being a liar. The cockiness dropped a bit, “Don’t you trust me?” he hummed.

His thumb grazed over the apple of your cheek before he decided to grant some sincerity, “It won’t be awkward if all I’m doing is helping you out, right? And you mean more to me than that.”

It was soft and sweet for Billy to say that, but you knew if you dug further into his emotions that he would start to deflect, so you playfully rolled your eyes, “How many girls have you told that one to?”

Fortunately, he caught the joking tone.

“About four,” he answered in mock hurt, before pulling you up and maneuvering you back into his lap, “-doesn’t mean I haven’t meant it almost every time.”

A loud laugh escaped you lips and you swatted lightly at his chest, “Fuck off.”

Billy leaned in, mumbling “C’mon it’s a really good offer,” then the nipping at your throat started. Though your friendship had always had a plethora of sexual jokes and more physical contact than most, he knew that he was teetering on a thin line.

You sighed deeply, tilting your neck to give him more room. You tucked a hand into his hair, “Why are you offering anyway?”

“I think it’d be fun,” Billy admitted. His hand slipped under your shirt and he let his fingertips graze the bottom your ribcage, “I think it’s also a bit more convenient than what you’re doing now.”

“How so?” You chuckled, “I barely have to do any work.”

“Because,” he lowered his hand, his thumb lightly pressing right below your navel as he purred in your ear, “no toy is gonna tell you how pretty you look when you’re fucked dumb on a cock.”

He couldn’t help his groan at your breath hitching and the involuntary buck of your hips when his pinky slipped just under the waistline of your matching pajama shorts.

“Well jeez, Billy. Who’s being a tease now?” It came out as a low gasp. Under any other circumstance, you probably would’ve scolded yourself for how needy it sounded.

“Gimme permission, then,” Billy chided in retaliation, his hands fell to your waist and he gave testing squeezes. He softly rocked his pelvis against you and you could feel how much this situation was affecting him.

Heat rose to your cheeks again and you tugged his head back by his hair, grabbing his attention. Your expression was stern, “You’re serious about this, huh?”, maybe it was a bit late to ask that, given the position you were in but something continued to nag you in the back of your mind.

His expression softened for a split second, before grinning, “Sure I am, you’re always spouting that “friends supporting friends” bullshit,” he stuck his tongue out to lick a strip over your exposed cleavage, “let me support you.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

With one short nod of your head, Billy had begun pulling up the hem of your shirt, gaze burning into your skin as it became visible to him. He surprised you though, using his wet lips to graze your pulse point instead of the freshly exposed skin, “Are you going to let me kiss you?”

“Kiss me-“

If it was a question, Billy didn’t wait for the finish, he wanted it. Too damn cocky to beg his pretty best friend to let him kiss her like he’s thought about nearly a thousand times.

Your brain went fuzzy with the mix off his hands groping at the fabric of your bra and his lips pressed against yours. He continued to test his waters by pulling your lower lip between his teeth and quickly releasing it, he looked all over your face, making sure to take a mental picture of the furrowed brows and pout that you were making.

“Can I fuck you?”

You lazily nodded at him in reply.

“Say it,” it was stern despite how blushed his cheeks looked and how he said it after panting, “I’m not doing anything until you say that I can.”

“Fuck,” you grumbled in attempt to find your words again, “Fuck me. Please.”

Billy caved, pulling your lips back to his. He moved his hands to cup your thighs below your ass and you squeaked when tugged you to fall onto your back. He nestled his hips into the space between your spread thighs, thumbs digging into the pillowy skin to hold you open while he ground himself against you.

“You want me fuck you, huh? Want me to fuck that pretty cunt?” His questions had your head spinning, not knowing whether to pay attention to his foul mouth and words or the delicious burn of his denim jeans against your thighs and the feel of him pressed to where you knew you needed him.

You took ahold of Billy’s hand, desperation taking precedent over your nerves when you pulled it to your mouth and began to suckle at the tips of his fingers. You mumbled out something along the lines of ‘support me’ before his brain began to short circuit.

The second you released his fingers, Billy began to tug your shorts down. His lips pressing against the inside of your ankle before dropping the cloth to your bedroom floor. He looked down at you and gulped thickly when he realized that you were laid out nearly bare for him.

“No panties?” he questioned with a chuckle that sounded more strained than he intended.

You pulled yourself to lean back on your elbows, before furrowing your brows at him, “Uh no.”

“Well what in the hell do you mean with just “uh no”?” He asked again, your ankle still held up in his grasp.

“Billy, I usually never sleep in panties.”

“Oh,” he floundered, “okay then.” It was a stupid thing to say, he knew it, especially after all of the foul things he’d said before but now he could feel himself painfully throbbing in his jeans at the thought of all of the nights he’d laid in your bed with you not wearing anything but little shorts. He’d really have to take them off soon or he’d fucking bust in the denim like some kind of chump over you.

Billy tried to regain his composure by kissing up your calf, he was too enamored with the softness of it to not suck at the skin. You fell back and he let out forceful puffs of air whenever you made noises for him. But the sharp gasp at him biting the inside of your thigh had him standing to his feet.

He didn’t have much of a chance to undo his belt before you moved towards him, your fingers swatted his away and took over the ministrations. He let out a deep groan when your fingers danced over the zip to free him from its confinement.

When your fingers went to explore him further, he tutted at you, pulling back and haphazardly kicking off his shoes and his tugging his jeans down to throw backwards towards your closet. His shirt was off quickly after that and you openly ogled the trail of hair that disappeared below the band of his boxers.

He looked back at you, a devil’s grin etched onto his face, “Like what you see?”

“I’m sure I can work with it,” you sassed in order to amuse him, before pausing to look over him once more before adding, “I’m still waiting for you to prove that you’re better than my toy.”

“Oh really?” he hummed, stalking towards the edge of the bed. He tapped your knee, urging you to scoot back to allow him room.

You gave him a confused look when he dropped to kneel at the edge of your bed, both of his hands on your thighs. “Billy, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to prove it,” he answered you dumbly, pulling your thighs apart and attempting to hook them over his shoulders, “lean back.”

You huffed, neglecting to follow his request.“I thought you were going to fuck me.”

He let out a low hum before roughly pulling you towards him, closer towards his awaiting smirk. “Believe me,” he sighed, “I am going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt with my tongue until you can’t stand to even look at that girly vibrating piece of shit.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before touching you, he wanted to stop whatever smart ass comment was brewing right in its tracks. “Hey there, pretty girl,” he cooed in awe, his thumb moving to drag over your folds and if he wasn’t so taken with the view he might’ve teased you for the loud hiss that you let out.

You looked down at him, his mesmerized eyes following the path of his soaked finger, and you had to admit that he looked so gorgeous, almost enough to convince you to let him have his way about proving you wrong. His blushed cheeks and his fingers that dug into your thigh and his ruffled hair were sending you into overdrive, it was overwhelming you in such a good way.

Billy could feel your frustration growing as you squirmed in your spot under his grip, he lost his resolve when you groaned out his name. He swore he’d never heard such an addicting sound, he had to grant you reprieve so he replaced his fingers with his tongue, following the same path that he’d traced before.

You had a white-knuckled grip on your blankets and you were praying that no one could hear the vulgar noises that were emitting from where Billy’s lips were now suckling at your cunt. You nearly sobbed when he prodded at your entrance with his middle finger, he groaned into you when he was met with little resistance.

He pulled back for only a moment to admire his handiwork, “Look at how badly you needed me, Baby. You’re taking me so well.”

You keened for his praise, whining at his words and for the pet name that had fallen with surprising affection from his lips.

Billy’s eyes rolled back and he moaned into you when he pulled your clit between his teeth and you replaced your grip from the blankets to his hair. With each harsh tug, he could feel you grinding yourself against his face and he used the motion to rut against the side of your bed for some relief.

You could feel a familiar heat in your belly and you didn’t have time to tell Billy before he tapped your outer thigh. A frustrated groan began to leave your lips, but was immediately taken over by a sharp gasp and your tensing at Billy sliding another finger into you.

He slowly pumped the two digits in and out, and found it very hard to not imagine that it was his cock disappearing into you, filling you up and making you twice as breathless as you were now.

As Billy gained speed and rhythm, you could feel the build again, the slow lapping ripples of your pleasure churning into tidal waves that you could drown in.

Your vision went white when Billy curled those two fingers and hit a spot that had your legs tensing around his head. He grinned pridefully at that, shouldering your thighs apart again and focusing solely on hitting that spot with the same depth and speed.

He knew you were reaching your peak, and if not from how you were fluttering around his fingers then it was definitely because you’d removed one hand from his hair to clasp over your mouth and quell the some the moans that were egging him on.

Your body tensed, thighs attempting to squeeze Billy’s broad shoulders as he worked you through your orgasm and licked the mess he made from your sensitive cunt.

He held them apart until you whimpered and his grip loosened, his mouth reluctantly pulling back from you and he looked like he had to convince himself to not just stare at the place where he’d just been. He stood, rubbing down your thigh before turning to your closet to find one of his other abandoned shirts and returning to wipe you clean of his spit and your cum.

You whined at the over stimulation and he apologized, tossing the shirt into your hamper when he finished. You could complain to him about that tomorrow but for now, you were sated and you could feel yourself getting drowsy.

“Don’t knock out on me yet, Hot-stuff,” Billy said, tugging the shirt he was wearing earlier over your head. When it was fully on you, he held your chin between his fingers, pulling you to look into his eyes, “I’ll be right back, turn on a channel that isn’t boring.”

You nodded lazily, watching him intently as he strode out of your room to what you assumed would be the bathroom. He’d somehow managed to slip into sweats while tending to you post earth shattering orgasm, but you decided not to linger too long on thoughts of Billy’s half naked body and flip through the channels on the television.

When Billy returned, his face was flushed and he had the same hazy look in your eyes that you did. You playfully swatted at his chest when he laid down beside you after turning out your lights.

“What the fuck was that for?” he questioned, eyes wide at the harmless attack.

“Did you just fucking jerk off in my bathroom?” you replied, slightly whisper-yelling at him.

“Um, fucking duh, (Y/N). What else was I supposed to do? I was hard as hell, that shit hurt.”

His genuine incredulous look had you snorting at him in bemusement and smirking with a snicker, “Aren’t we friends, Billy?”

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he cautiously settled beside you again and wrapping an arm around you to grab a candy from the nightstand. He popped it in his mouth and dropped his arm to lay at your waist before replying with his cheek full, “Best friends apparently.”

You hummed in agreement, turning your head just enough for you to catch his gaze and to plant a soft kiss you his jawline. “We always could’ve tried more of that “friends supporting friends” bullshit.”

Read Best Friends Too for more!

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #stranger things au #stranger things imagine #radicalbilly writes #billy hargrove reader #stranger things fic #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine

[radicalbilly-hq]

Eddie Munson x cottagecore!reader headcanons

so a huge part of me thinks that Eddie meets reader while they’re doing something super mundane

maybe he’s got this mindset that he’s gonna be someone’s knight in shining armor, but in reality he’s meeting you when he’s grocery shopping or watching you hang clothes on the line

if you’ve got flowers and braids in your hair, he’s getting shire vibes like “maybe now i know why samwise was so in love with rosie”

it takes him a while to finally come up and talk to you, but when he does oh boy does he flirt, he’s complimenting your outfits and treating you like royalty

like he’s just shy of taking off his jacket and laying it on a puddle for you. he carries you over the puddle

HE LETS YOU BRAID HIS HAIR “sweetheart, i love it…..i definitely look heavy metal.”

eddie likes practicing on his guitar while you tinker around in the kitchen and he is the biggest fan of anything you make

he is more than happy to paint your nails or to have you paint his

if you wear skirts he is definitely drooling over your thighs

#eddie munson x cottagecore!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #radicalbilly #radicalbilly writes

[writethrough]

Hi there! Do you take billy smut requests

Hi!

So, I don’t take any smut requests ‘cause I’m not completely comfortable with writing it. However, I will eventually take SFW Billy requests. I’ll make a post about it when my ask box is open!

I’d like to recommend some accounts that do write Billy smut/suggestive content. You’ll have to check if they take requests!

In no particular order:

@billysbabyy

@bookshelf-dust

@luminnara

@bowersbubbles

@depravity-n-savagery

@greatlampfestival

@radicalbilly

@waiting4inspiration

Hope this helps! 💜

#billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove

[doll-in-the-walls]

♡Doll Recommends♡

⛥ 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱⛥

These are all fics by others or just blogs that I highly recommend you check out for anything Stranger Things related. You can also just search the tag “doll recommends” on my blog.

Key for  warnings: ☢️ - Angst | 🔞 - Minors DNI | ⚠️ - Spoilers For S4

Keys for characters: 🎸 Eddie | 🍧 Steve | 🎺Robin | 📰 Nancy | 📷 Jonathan | 📢 Billy

(did my best to label everything, if something is wrong or I missed something pls let me know ^-^ - I’m going to go through all these at some point to add more positive emojis like fluff, and stuff)

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✪Master Lists✪

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(These are all the Master Lists for the blogs mentioned in this post. Not all blogs have one. * means they write for more than just Stranger Things but if they have a ST master list that’s the one linked)

Master List for@loveronlineee(🎸)

Master List for@mrvlbimbo(🎸)

Master List for@luveline​(🎸🍧)

Master List for@ali-r3n(🎸🍧📢)

Master List for@steviebears(🎸🍧)

Master List for@luvfae(🎸🍧🎺)

Master List for@stranger-nightmare​​ - 🔞(🎸🍧🎺📰📷📢)

Master List for@aureatopia(🎸)

Master List for@moonlightsolo(🎸🍧)

Master List for@constillatedchaos​(🍧)

Master List for@radicalbilly​(🎸🍧🎺📰📷📢)

Master List for@forever-rogue​ (🎸)

Master List for@luminnara🔞(🎸📢 )

Master List for@spiderrrling(🎸)

*Master List for@yesloverboy​ (🎸📢)

*Master List for@once-upon-an-imagine​(🎸🍧🎺)

Master List for@hellfirewhxre​ 🔞(🎸)

*Master List for @florestmoon​ 🔞(🎸)

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✪Character Specific/Personal Faves✪

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♥Eddie Munson♥

@loveronlineee

Personal Favs include but are not limited to: The Little Things, Off Limits(HendersonSister!Reader), Doodles and Dates, I’m Okay ⚠️ and The Freak and the Freakette

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@mrvlbimbo

(Personal Favs include: Secret admirer series, bimbo!Reader series, and pretty much all the oneshots/drabbles 🔞  )

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WHO THE HELL?! - Imagine (F!reader)  Words: 956 | by @k4g3hika

Summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

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@luveline

Comforting you after a nightmare (GN!Reader) Words: 1k | ☢️ |

Summary/Ask: you wake up sad and sweaty from a nightmare and he isnt there (he’s legit just outside smokin but the reader is scared as shit and whatnot)

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@ali-r3n 

The Operation: Henderson Henderson’s Sister!Reader Series 

Summary: Eddie asks forces Dustin to set him up with Dustin’s older sister. 

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Another HendersonSister!Reader by @ali-r3n  | 🔞

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@steviebears

Hot Sister (Henderson’s Sister!Reader)

Ask: Can you make a Henderson fem! Reader x Eddie Munson where ready is in hellfire club to pick up Dustin and as she waiting in the background for their campaign to be over and in the middle of the campaign reader starts to hum one of Corroded Coffin and he is caught off guard

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@luvfae 

My Favorite Henderson (Henderson’s Sister!Reader  Series | (Some parts are 🔞)

Summary: your little brother, dustin henderson’s older friend, eddie munson has taken an interest in you. he spends his days lounging around your house, flirting with you and annoying the shit out of dustin in the process.

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@stranger-nightmare​ - (Blog is 🔞)

Younger  (GN!Reader)

Summary: stressing about the future is no fun, so Eddie takes you on an impulse trip to remind you to live in the moment, to remind you of just how alive the two of you are

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@aureatopia

I’m in love with their Call It Fate, Call It Karma Miniseries.  And this oneshot: Can't We Stay Like This Forever? just makes my heart melt.

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@princesssmimi​

Eddie x Reader with stuffed animal(s) This is just so adorable.

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@moonlightsolo​

Eddie x Ballerina!Reader

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@cunninghamschrissy

Eddie Headcanons about Max (since they’re neighbors. Platonic.) ⚠️

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@hawkins-losers​

Blind Date With The Freak - (F!Reader) (Word count: 1.3k)

Summary: You get set up on a blind date with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as a joke from your friends. The joke’s on them because you end up having a really great time

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@the-case-book-of-fanfiction​

Your Favorite’s Here (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) Eddie x fem!Henderson!reader (This one is just so adorable because it’s flustered Eddie and he’s precious.) (Word count: P1 - 3k, P2 - 1.8k)

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@yesloverboy​

Hot For Teacher (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) - (word count: part 1 - 5.5k part 2 - 6k part 3- 7k) (it’s a classmate/tutor not a teacher teacher) Eddie Munson x Henderson!sister!reader

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@luminnara​  (Blog is 🔞)

comforting GN!reader who is upset b/c they lost their security blanket (This one is also listed under Billy because it’s for both of them)

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@spiderrrling

Something’s Gotta Give - Eddie Munson x Reader (this one is so cute)

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@hellfirewhxre

Insecurities  Eddie (Fem!Plus size!Reader) (word count 1.5k)

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@florestmoon

Such a Strange Girl - (Fem!Plus Size!Reader)

Summary: Two of Hawkin’s branded Freaks form a friendship. Who can say they were surprised ? Eddie finds himself drawn to your personality and falls deeper as you make a place in his life.

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♥Steve Harrington♥

@constillatedchaos

dad!Harrington x pregnant!reader This is too precious

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@once-upon-an-imagine

Steve Harrington x Munson!Sister!Reader - Steve doesn’t know Eddie is her brother. (This is honestly the first Munson!Sister things I’ve even seen and I loved it.)

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♥Billy Hargrove♥

@radicalbilly​

Friends Support Friends Billy x F!Reader 🔞 + Boyfriend Material (I still need to read through the rest of the master list but I love what I’ve read so far)

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@luminnara​  (Blog is 🔞)

comforting GN!reader who is upset b/c they lost their security blanket (This one is also listed under Eddie because it’s for both of them)

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(Not all had word counts so not all.. have word counts listed)

#doll recommends #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Stranger Things x Reader #Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader #master lists #steve harrington #Steve harrington x reader #x reader

[linkswife]

OC tag

Tagged by the fabulous @leopardmuffinxo​ 🥰

always | sometimes | never

Amelia Evenstar

swim || scuba dive || drive || read and write || ride a bike || do math || sew || draw || tattoo || do piercings || make a shelter || first aid || cpr || throw a punch || swing a weapon || shoot a gun || reload a gun || Heimlich maneuver || use a lmg || put someone in a choke hold || use a lighter || use matches || make weapons || make dynamite || make c4 || break limbs || bake || cook || make a store bought pizza || make a craft mac and cheese || be annoying || use a zipline || fly a plane || drive a boat || control temper || drop kick their enemies into the sun

This is just random tagging, you can if want to 😊😊

 @radicalbillie​ @dragonswithjetpacks​ @adventuringsidhe​

#mc: amelia #oc tag game #this is fun xD learning about each others ocs

[dalish-spectre]

OC Tag!

Thank you @gaspodewonderdog for the tag :)

always | sometimes | never

Tavari (Please call me Tav)

swim || scuba dive || drive || read and write || ride a bike || do math || sew || draw (1) || tattoo || do piercings || make a shelter || first aid || cpr|| throw a punch|| swing a weapon|| shoot a gun || reload a gun || Heimlich maneuver || use a lmg || put someone in a choke hold || use a lighter || use matches || make weapons || make dynamite || make c4 (2) || break limbs || bake|| cook || make a store bought pizza || make a craft mac and cheese || be annoying|| use a zipline || fly a plane || drive a boat || control temper (3) || drop kick

1 Tav likes to draw in the evenings after she found an old book with empty pages.

2 Why make C4 when you can wild shift into a dire wolf or summon a moonbeam? /shrug

3 Not being able to control her temper has been a reason she’s not welcomed in certain druid circles.

Tagging @radicalbillie and @linkswife do eeeet plz (jk, no pressure).

#baldurs gate 3 #OC tag challenge #bg3 mc: Tavari #bg3 ocs

[bxcketbarnes]

Bad Habits

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Words: 900+

Author's Note: Ayo! We got a Billy fic here. Seeing a gifset of him smoking made me wanna write a short thing about it and here it is. I'm totally down to write a part two if y'all want it. Get a bit more fluffy between these two. Enjoy! xox

You gathered all the textbooks and notebooks you needed for your homework later, stuffing them into your backpack. "Come on, come on," you mumbled to yourself as the method you were using to quickly shove your books in your bag wasn't working.

When you finally got them in, you zipped it up before looping your arms through the holes to secure the backpack against your back. You quickly made your way out of the school, seeing your step-dad's vehicle speeding away and you curse.

"Goddamnit," you mumbled before running your hands through your hair. "I guess I'm walking again…"

You found it fucking ridiculous that he only gave you a certain amount of time to get out of the school before he decides to leaves you to find your own way home. Your eyes scanned the parking lot and noticed the new kid, Billy Hargrove.

He lives a few doors down. Maybe he'll give me a ride. You think to yourself as you found yourself walking towards him. His blue eyes met yours as you were about ten feet from him and you notice the cigarette he had between his two fingers.

"You know smoking is bad for you, right?" You asked as you stopped in front of him, his hard gaze looking down at you.

He raised an eyebrow, taking a drag before blowing the smoke towards your face. "Really now? What's it to you, Sugar?" Billy asked with a slight head tilt.

You shrug your shoulders, crossing your arms over your chest. "Well, I figured you'd like to stay pretty for a long time. Smoking those aren't gonna help."

He lets out a chuckle, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. "You think I'm pretty?"

You hum, giving him a skeptical look. "I didn't say you were pretty, Billy," you mention and he clicked his tongue.

"That's a shame. I'd love to hear the words come from your lips, Y/N," he smirked and you were a bit shocked that he actually knew your name.

"Are you guys done flirting?" Another voice pipes up and you tore your gaze from Billy to see a younger girl with red hair. "I'd like to go home."

Billy let out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes a bit as he glanced towards the middle-schooler. "Just get in the car, Max," he muttered bitterly before looking back down at me. "Well, Sugar. It was nice speaking to you but I need to get going." He winked and flicked his cigarette at the ground.

"Wait, wait," you called out and took a step forward, grabbing his wrist. Billy turned around, his eyes fixated on your hand that was wrapped around him and you released your grasp. "I, uh, was wondering if I could get a ride with you."

"A ride? I don't even know where you live, or if you even live near me," he mumbles with furrowed eyes.

"I live a few doors down from you. It's not hard to miss the sound of your Camaro, it's how I found out anyway. But, my dick of a step-dad didn't wait long enough for me to get out of the school and I don't really wanna walk home again…" you trailed off at the end, fiddling with your fingers as you grew nervous under his sharp gaze.

He let out a sigh before glancing into the car. "Max, get in the back," Billy mentioned and nodded his head towards the car, silently telling you to get in.

"But-"

"Don't argue with me. Just get in the back," he growled you felt a bit bad for the small redhead.

"Billy, I can sit in th-"

"It's fine. Max can sit in the back."

Max let out a scoff before pushing the door open, flinging the passenger seat forward before crawling into the back seat. You swallowed thickly as you and Billy got into the car.

You looked back at Max as she had her arms crossed, looking out the window. She noticed you looking at her and her eyes swiftly moved to you. "I'm sorry," you mouthed to her and she waved a hand at me. "Thank you for giving me a ride. I figured I had a fifty-fifty chance by asking."

Billy chuckled and started his car, the engine roaring loudly as the rock music began to blare through the speakers. "It's cool. Might as well drive a pretty girl home," he smoothly says and gives me a wink.

You could feel your cheeks heat up and you rolled your eyes. "You think I'm pretty?" You asked with a smirk, repeating his line from earlier.

"You bet your cute little ass I do," he smirked and you bite your lip softly, looking away from him to hide the blush on your cheeks.

The rest of the drive was pretty silent and quick might you add. He parked the Camaro in his driveway and you got out almost immediately, helping Max out as she quickly made her way into the house.

Billy pulled out another cigarette, quickly lighting it before taking a drag. He exhaled the smoke as you moved your gaze to him.

"Didn't I tell you smoking was bad for you?" You chuckled and tilted your head.

He lets out a laugh, licking his lips before leaning down and he brushed his lips against your earlobe. "Are you sure you don't think I'm pretty, Sugar? You seem adamant about this whole smoking thing."

You felt the shivers run down your back, feeling your heart pounding against your chest. "I'm sure, Billy," you muttered and pat your hand on his chest before you walked away from him.

"I'll believe you for now. Talk again soon, Sugar."

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[fuckinghargrove]

Masterlist of Masterlists: Stranger Things Edition

Hi everyone. This was a very popular idea on my Marvel blog, so I decided to put one together for Stranger Things. This is basically just an alphabetical list of incredible writers with links directly to their fics. Enjoy!

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[calumsensation]

i love to read, so thank you.

reading has always been an escape for me, its what i do when i've had a bad day, i'm upset, or angry, or hurt, or lost and it takes me out of my head. it takes me to a different place, where worlds are constructed, ideas are explored, characters are redefined, and i can feel things that are separate from my existence and experiences and sometimes i need that. it takes me to places of comfort, hope and love. places where i laugh, cry and scream. and this isn’t very eloquent because i know i can’t craft like these writers can. but between novels, poems, scripts, and fanfics - i read a lot, and i love reading, so very much. 

i know creators on this sight don't always feel appreciated which breaks my heart a lil because i cant put into words how much people's writing and content has done for me. how much it means, how much it's helped, how much it's been a pleasure to simply experience.

i'm an emotionally anxious person with communication issues (tmi lmao) so i crave an escape, a place outside my own, where i don't have to think or talk, where i can just read, imagine, enjoy and be. so this is a long winded, over explained, appreciation post for all the writers on here, who create things that comfort me, things that i can come home to and read that leave me feeling like i'm being wrapped in a blanket, secure, content, safe, and warm. or things that tear me a part and remind me that hurting is normal but we'll be ok. things that remind me of the good moments - love, friendship, humour, hope - and things that don't illude me from the bad. stories that are rich, funny, smutty, clever, adorable. stories that represent diversity, hardships, LIFE. stories that aren’t canon compliant, stories that explore characters i like in ways that aren’t common or haven’t be thought of, stories that give room for imagination. 

stories!! words!! magic!!

thank you to all of you for sharing your words, your ideas, your visions, your fears, your hopes, and you, with us.

((also if i’ve never commented on your work before it’s not purposeful i’m just forgetful and busy but my appreciation runs deep and i hope this acknowledges that. and i know there are many more amazing writers who i haven’t discovered yet on here so that’s exciting!!!!)) 

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[radicalbilly]

Best Friends Too

pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

summary: Lines have already been crossed in your friendship, but what happens when you add a new proposition? + Friends Support Friends

words: 3,058

a/n: nsfw content! i have been a monster for not updating but i’m trying. really i am. please enjoy

warnings: 18+ nsfw content, fingering f!receiving, p in v intercourse, unprotected (sorry, pls wrap it), minors do not enter

Now Billy Hargrove was definitely the type to whip through the empty Indiana backroads, California had taken its toll on him. He just had never been the type to speed because a girl had called his house after his late shift at work claiming that she needed him. But this wasn’t just any girl. It was you.

So, now here he was, speeding down some hick backroad, blaring Def Leppard loud enough to piss off the Hawkins nightlife, and praying that his locker room shower had been enough to rid him of the sickly chlorine smell from the pool.

And Billy had been so antsy recently. He’d kissed you, in retrospect that wasn’t really the worst thing that he had done to you, but he couldn’t think of that either. Not when he was driving forty over the speed limit and this town was known for kids going on late night bike rides.

It’d been weeks since then and he could still hear the sounds you made and taste you on his tongue. You acted none the wiser, you stayed exactly as you were with him. “Best friends” you’d like to remind him. Max had a field day when she heard you call him that, asking briskly if you’d be braiding his hair at your next sleepover.

He remembered scowling at your mischievous grin and the way you waggled your eyebrows at her comment. He also remembered having to excuse himself to his room at the thought of your hands tugging at his hair again.

His hands tensed against the steering wheel as he turned onto your street.

Billy’s frustration had been manifesting itself in the worst possible way recently, he was almost constantly hard. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to hang out at your house. Especially when you’d wear less and less with the warming weather, last weekend, you had only worn his shirt to bed and panties that he hadn’t secretly stolen yet.

He parked down the street, not so far that he couldn’t see your house, but far enough that he could sneak through your backyard without catching any attention to himself. His fingers were cold when he ran them over his face and he tugged down the front of his jeans to relieve some of the pressure before swinging open the car door.

Billy stalked through your yard, trying to be hasty and cussing at himself when he tripped over his own feet.

It was dark and he followed the light from your bedroom window. He could see you through the window, looking at your own reflection in your mirror and mouthing the words to what he thinks might be a Blondie song.

He knocked against the glass, snorting to himself when you jump and turn to look at him. He sees your eyes roll and a heartless attempt at fighting off the grin that catches your cheek.

You’re already reprimanding him before you even finish pulling the window open.

“I told you to come in through the front door, Hargrove.”

He’s quick to the punch when he replies, “You also told me that it was an emergency.”

Your jaw drops in a scoff and you turn as he pulls himself into your room.

“It was an emergency,” Billy’s eyes look over you quizzically and he quirks his eyebrow at you. “Really,” you offer, your arms push out in front of you and you twiddle your thumbs, “I’m home alone and I am in need of emergency company so I don’t freak myself out.”

His expression doesn’t change, “You’re such a princess.”

“How dare you!” Your hand lightly swatted at him and despite the glare that you shoot at him, you both end up laughing at each other.

A new dance had occurred in your friendship, one that made the line between friends and more than friends muddy. One that made the hand that you swatted him with squeeze his bicep before running down the length of his arm and grabbing his hand. Your fingers laced with his and you tugged him towards you a bit.

“Are you gonna stay tonight?”

Billy looked over your face, smirking to himself. “I always stay with you. You made me promise that we were friends.”

“I didn’t make you, you just did because it’s true and you can’t live without me.”

His dimple began to show, but he didn’t say anymore. He instead lead you to your bed and had you sit while he turned on the television. He flicked through the vhs tapes that sat beside it, picking a movie and starting it before coming to set beside you.

His boots thudded as he kicked them off onto the floor. And he lifted himself a bit so that he could flip the light switch.

You liked how comfortable he was able to get with you now, how you hoped that he felt more at home with you than with anyone else. In the new darkness, you felt him cuddle in beside you.

The movie started slowly and unfortunately wasn’t doing its job at catching your attention. From your laying position, your eyes trailed around the room. Nothing took interest until you saw Billy’s hand. His fingers were lazily thrumming against the wooden foot of your bed and every now and again his middle and pointer finger would draw a circle before thrumming again.

Your mind drifted back to his mouth and fingers working in tandem against you and you felt your face grow hot. Warmth had begun to fill your stomach and you gave an experimental squeeze of your thighs.

Billy noticed the movement and moved his free hand to rest on one of the ankles that you had unceremoniously thrown into his lap once you both got comfortable. His thumb grazed over the skin there and you felt goosebumps prickle your skin.

The inner turmoil began to reach its head.

“Billy.”

His head turned to you before his eyes did, trying to catch just a few more seconds of what was on the screen. When he caught your gaze, you felt your breath stutter and your words fail.

“Have you-,” you stopped, contemplating the next few words that were looming in your mind, “Have you thought about that night?”

He pretended not to know, tilting his head despite the fact that his hands had gone entirely still. “Which night?”

“The night that you dug through my bedside drawer.” He continued to play coy, “The night that you fucked me with your mouth, William.”

Billy’s hand tensed on your ankle, he didn’t look at your face but he nodded in response. You took that as a good enough answer.

“Have you ever thought about doing more?”

His snapped over to your face and his eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

You tried to calm your racing thoughts, you wanted to sound more composed than you felt.

“You’re my best friend,” that was a start, he squinted at you, “you’re my best friend and I trust you more than anyone. And, I don’t know, Billy. I’ve been thinking about that night and how it made me feel.”

Billy only nodded in response, you could tell that he was in his thoughts. Debating on what he’d say when you finished your little speech.

You wanted to deflect, you knew Billy really wasn’t going to spill his guts in some over the top “chick-flick” gesture. You’d already caught acknowledgment of his fondness for you, and it usually didn’t come easily.

“It’d be a lot easier to get off without all the extra strings, and you were right about the toy,” Billy grinned in spite of himself, he’d never give up the opportunity to be right. “It’s also easier than getting a boyfriend or you being at risk of getting cooties,” he pinched your skin at that.

“I won’t get cooties and you won’t get a boyfriend if you keep hanging around me.”

“I know,” you agreed gently, “You’d get too jealous over me.”

Billy didn’t bother disagreeing with you, but his hand teased closer to your kneecap. He opened his mouth to speak, but ran his tongue over his teeth instead. His free hand swiped over his hair, “What exactly are you suggesting, Princess?”

You sat up, your hands moving to fiddle with his fingers that rested on your knee, “A mutually beneficial part two, I guess.”

“You want us to fuck each other,” Billy deadpanned.

“But I don’t want to ruin our friendship!”

It looked like he was mulling it over and you could feel his hips shift from beneath your legs. His smirk was primal, when he moved his face closer to yours, “You coulda told me that you wanted me to fuck you.”

You let go of his hand in favor of reaching up to his jaw, your thumb teased his lower lip. “I did, and you chose to use this pretty mouth on me.”

His pupils were blown and you could feel a new pressure against the back of your legs, but he still felt the need to stick his tongue out and lick your finger that rested on him.

Your thumb slipped higher, the pad of it pressing against his lower teeth, you could feel his light panting when he nipped at the skin. He was already glancing down to your lips by the time you asked if he was going to kiss you again.

“Do you want me to?” Billy wanted to hear it, for real this time. He wanted to know that you wanted to kiss him, that you wanted him pressed against you in every way.

“Please kiss me, Billy.”

He maneuvered himself so quickly that it made you breathless. Your thighs hooked over his hips and his arm under your lower back held you in an arch while he rolled against you.

Billy’s lips met yours in a bruising press and he waited for you to gasp to sweep his tongue into your mouth. Your hands tucked into his hair, earning a pleased groan from him.

You could feel the heat growing in your belly again, more so when Billy kissed down the side of your throat, stopping to nibble and suck at the skin there. He knew you’d be pissed at all the dark marks, but he never left them on anyone else regardless of how much he loved to see them.

“Lemme strip,” you huffed as he furthered his trail downward. He nodded, helping to pull you upwards into his lap so that you could take your shirt off. His eyes locked down on your chest and his hands raised to swipe and grope you over the cups.

“You too, Bill. It’s not mutual if I’m the only one without clothes.”

Billy grumbled out what sounded like an apology to your chest before he pecked one of your newly pebbled nipples and laid you back down onto the bed. You rested on your elbows so that you could watch him take his clothes off.

His fingers fumbled with his belt before he looked at you through his lashes, “Are you sure about this?”

You wanted to snip at him, something that would fit your playful banter with him, but you couldn’t. You were serious, you didn’t want him to question how you viewed him.

You sat up and replaced his hands with yours over his belt, you couldn’t look into his eyes when you said this. “Billy, I’m really sure. I know you’re gonna take care of me better than anyone in this stupid town. And I’m going to take care of you, right? It’s better than toys and better than fucking around with randoms.” Your fingers worked deftly with the belt, “We’re better for each other than anyone, really.” The sentence was punctuated with the snap of the belt being pulled from the loops.

Billy grinned like a cheshire cat as he kicked free of his pants and boxers. You held his eye contact, instead of looking down at him. He could tell that you were trying to maintain your composed air, he knew that he’d break you out it.

“Lean back,” he instructed while his fingers pressed against the top of your shoulder. When your back was laid flat, he rubbed his hands up over your thighs and gave testing squeezes to your hips and to the sides of your belly before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs.

Billy stared down at you, lightly smacking the outside of your thigh so that you’d spread open more for him.

“Those are my favorites of yours,” he praised, his index finger pressing into your core over the black lace of your panties. He could feel how wet you were through the fabric and he felt his cock jump at the thought of what he’d get to do to you.

You whined as he applied more pressure. “I know they are,” your hips shifted so that he pull your panties down your legs, “I had to steal them back from your house.”

Your legs fell back open and Billy stood to admire the view. His fingers swiped through your folds and you hissed when his middle and ring fingers dipped into you. He curled and thrusted his fingers into you just until you started to rut your hips into his palm.

You nearly growled at him when he pulled his fingers from you, opting to pop them into his mouth and suck them clean. “I knew you were a fucking tease.”

He glared down at you, before grabbing your thighs and pulling you to him. “Quit bitching,” he huffed as he rubbed the tip of himself against you, “I gotta make nice with her before I fuck her.”

Billy’s shallow thrust into you knocked the words out of your throat, replacing it with a pitiful whimper. He gently shushed at you, rubbing his hands over your thighs and trying to steady his breathing. He leaned into you as he bottomed out, pressing your chests together and nuzzling his nose against the side of your cheek while he breathed hard through his nose.

You could feel the slight burn of how he stretched you in such a satisfying way, he was right, your toy had nothing on him. Your hips shifted and he let out a low pitched hum, “Billy, please.”

“Please what, baby?” He managed to tease.

His gaze lifted to yours and he watched your brows pinch together when he gave a slow roll of his hips.

You pouted up at him, clenching yourself on him to spur him to move. “Fuck me, Billy, please.”

“Awe,” he cooed at you mockingly, before rutting into you and placing a deep kiss onto your mouth, “You’re such a pretty thing, with such pretty manners.”

You glared up at him, “Fuck y-,” you were cut off by a sharp yelp when he set his brutal pace. He pulled a pillow from the head of your bed and slid it under your hips while he pulled almost completely out before slamming his hips to yours.

You were nearly babbling in response to the filth that was dripping from Billy’s tongue in between his heady grunts and panting. He had drug your arms over your head to hold with his hand and was praising your pussy like it had been made for him.

“Such a perfect cunt,” Billy whined into the side of your neck, while moving his thumb to draw lazy patterns over your clit.

You loudly whined out when he asked you how you felt, “So good.” Billy’s ego inflated at how worn your voice sounded, “Billy, I feel so full.”

“Baby,” he purred easily, you keened at the petname, “tell me where you want me to cum or else you’re gonna feel way more full.”

You whined loudly at that, imagining Billy pressed against you, fucking his cum deeper into you and growling out his praises.

“Inside,” it sounded breathless, you could feel your walls fluttering around him and Billy had started pressing into the part of you that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Cum inside me.”

“Thank god, Princess.”

He followed the same pattern, angling his his hips and earning high pitched moans from your pouted and opened lips. He leaned to kiss you and released your hands which you used to rake down his back. You nearly sobbed into his mouth as you felt yourself tense at the peak of release.

The stutter of his hips against yours had you both panting into each other’s mouths, riding out your highs together and desperately clinging onto one another as Billy seated his hips against yours to rub his pelvic bone against your clit while he pressed his cum into you.

You both hissed at the over sensitivity when he finally pulled out of you. He stared down in adoration as he watched his cum slip from where he’d pumped it so deeply into you. Your leg twitched to kick at him when his finger wiped up the lost cum and pushed it back into you.

Billy knelt down to pick up the scattered clothes and he pressed a kiss to the outside of your knee. “Do you wanna get a shower?” he asked, already heading towards your bedroom door. You lazily nodded at him and he slipped out of the door.

You could hear his footfalls in the nearly silent house and when the spray of water hit the tiles on the floor of the shower. You’d nearly dozed off by the time he came to bring you to the bathroom.

It was so intimate, already crossing the borders of your new agreement when he loosely pulled your hair up with a clip and helped you step into the shower. He stood in front of the spray so that you wouldn’t have to worry about being pelted and he used your shampoo on his hair and placed your favorite body wash into your opened hand.

Billy knew that he didn’t have to wipe his sudsy hands against your back or rub the muscles there, he knew that it was more than friendly but he also didn’t care about that. He’d take whatever you were willing to give him, even if it was only best friends with added benefits.

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[radicalbilly]

‘86

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie Munson knew that there was something special about 1986.

word count: 2,038

a/n: I am living in my own delusion, he’s okay. I love him, he’s safe.

warnings: some curse words, suggestive content, other than that, none. i tried to keep this gender neutral but i did mention pantyhose. also eddie calls reader “Honey”

Eddie Munson was a huge pain in the ass, less so when he was learning your favorite songs on his guitar and more so in times like these when you were trying to fix his hair and he was pressing you against the side of your car and sucking love bites onto your throat.

His fingers were pressed just tight enough against your hips to make your head fuzzy and his puppy eyes feigned innocence when you glared at him and tugged a strand of his curled hair to watch him wince.

“You’re not going to make us late to this thing, Eds. I swear I’ll kick your ass.” You both knew it was a half done threat. In reality he wouldn’t have to try too hard at all to bend you over the hood or even to convince you to walk back into your house with a trail of clothes behind you.

“I feel like I can think of something a million times more fun than what we’ve got planned, Honey,” Eddie’s fingers began to skim the collar of your top and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “we both know that you can’t resist me.”

You only grumbled in response, swatting his hands away and shaking your head to free you from the immoral thoughts running rampant through your head.

You looked down at his feet so that he couldn’t see your face. A strained breath was forced from between your lips and you forced a smile down, knowing that it would only encourage his behavior. “Get in the car, Eddie.”

“But-“

“Nope.” You popped the P and used your hand to make a loose fist that you pressed against his sternum to gently push him away from you, “Car. Now.”

He lightly huffed because you didn’t give in. But still he took a few steps back, only waiting long enough for you to turn before he moved forward again to open the car door for you. You rolled your eyes at his toothy grin and chuckled out your thanks to him.

The key was already in the ignition and the car was lowly rumbling when he climbed into the passenger seat. His legs were uncomfortably squished against the dash almost comically and he yelped when you leaned over and pulled the lever to shoot the seat back. His hand clutched over his heart and he panted like he’d just run a marathon.

You sheepishly grinned at him, “Sorry, the ‘ole girl is used to shorter passengers.”

“I know,” he muttered feigning annoyance, “you’re the shorter passenger.”

You waved off his comment with your hand, already dismissing him when you knew he was going to say something about driving himself.

“I’m driving because today is your day,” you quipped, pulling out of your driveway. He rolled his eyes and the side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, you pursed your lips back at him. “Okay, how about “I’m driving because I look adorable behind the wheel of my car”?” You bared your teeth in a cheesy grin at him for a split second before turning to look back at the road.

You heard him scoff out a little laugh and saw his fingers dance on the stereo’s volume dial, “It sucks that you’re right about being adorable, Honey.”

A content little hum left you and you relaxed a bit in your seat. Eddie had chosen a metal station, maybe not the most calming, but if it was him, if it was Eddie choosing it, then it was perfect.

His one hand tugged at the loose threads at the knee of his pants, it was a nervous habit. You stole nearly a million glances at him through the corner of your eye. He was so pretty sprawled out and watching the trees pass out the window.

“I love you, Eddie.”

It was quiet, but you knew he heard it by the way he sat up to look at you.

He began to open his mouth, but you spoke first, “I mean it, more than anything.” Your thumbs rubbed circles into the material on the steering wheel, “I know we tease each other a lot, but I want to be serious with you.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes never left the side of your face.

You pondered over your words for a moment. A huge part of you knew it was all going to sound earnest and mushy, “I want you to know that I’m proud of you, I’ve never felt about anyone how I feel about you.”

You pulled your lower lip in between your teeth to nibble at it, still making sure to watch the road, “I know that some people didn’t see you for who you are, Eddie, and they’ll all regret that someday, but for now,”you worried about rambling too much, but the words wouldn’t stop tumbling out. “For now, you have me. And I’ll be here with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Eddie looked…well he looked normal, just like you’d mentioned the weather.

“Stop the car.”

You shot him a puzzled look, slowing the car a bit, “Why?”

His eyebrows slightly furrowed and he repeated himself.

What the fuck? You said over and over in your head, as you found a break in the trees to pull into. You didn’t think you said anything bad, maybe cheesy but not enough to warrant this.

As soon as the car was parked, Eddie slung the door open and stepped out. He dipped his head through the window long enough to say, “You comin’?”, when you didn’t follow.

You silently threw your hands up in exasperation at the steering wheel, as if it had been the one to slight you. Regardless, you followed and attempted to not completely soak your new shoes in muddy gravel.

When you were close enough, Eddie turned to you, his expression softened and he dropped to one knee.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah, big boy,” You immediately stuttered, attempting to pull him back up, “Ed’s, what the fuck are you doing?”

His eyes got big and he rolled them for emphasis, “Gimmie a minute and I’ll tell ya, Honey.”

Cautiously, you dropped your hands from where they were tugging at him. He gave a tight-lipped smile and thanked you.

“Now, before you so rudely interrupted,” he chided with a playful glare, “I know what it looks like, but, contrary to your belief, this is not a proposal-“

You gave him a pointed look and gestured to his kneeling position.

“-Okay, it’s kind of a proposal, but it’s more of a promise.”

“So like a proposal.”

“No, not like a, well yes, but,” he huffed. “Just be quiet for a second.”

You smirked in spite of yourself, unable to not think the reaction was oddly endearing.

Eddie looked up to the sky as if he was praying, “Jesus H. Christ, you made me leave an hour early for this shit and we’re still going to be late.”

“What I wanted to say is that I’m not asking you to marry me, at least not yet,” he gently grabbed your left hand, pulling it towards him, “This is my promise that I’m yours too, forever or at least until you’re annoyed with me and run off.”

You chuckled despite the fact that you were now pouting and trying not to cry, you knelt down in front of him, not caring that you’d have to shuck your pantyhose off in the car due to the new stains on the knees.

“Eddie, I’m already annoyed with you.” He gasped in mock hurt, jerking your hand towards him to lay over his heart. Your fingers splayed out so that you could feel in thud beneath your fingertips, “But I’ll never ever run off. Not unless you’re with me.”

“So, that’s a yes?” he had one eyebrow cocked up and a confused look on his face.

You softened your expression, “It’s a,” you fiddled with your class ring, pulling it from its place on your finger and pushing it onto the only finger of his that would fit, “Don’t take this ring off of your huge ass pinkie and I’m yours.”

He affectionately looked down at his little finger, at his new prized possession. His little Honey’s heart wrapped around him and everyone could see it.

“You took my idea,” he nearly whispered.

“Oh, c’mon you big baby. You can still do it,” you encouraged, waggling your fingers at him.

He halfheartedly grumbled under his breath while pulling the black stone ring from his finger, “As long as you’ll have me,” he promised, easily slipping the ring onto your middle finger, “I’m yours.”

You looked down to admire the ring, “It’s loose,” he added in warning.

“It’s perfect,” you reached out to cup his cheek and pressed your lips against his in a dizzying kiss. When you pulled away, you checked your watch and cursed before pulling Eddie up with you, “We’re gonna be late!“

You were late. Fortunately not by too much time because Eddie forced you into the passenger seat, but enough that Eddie had to fight through rows of seating and you had to find Eddie’s group of friends and his Uncle Wayne.

“What in hell we’re you two doing?” Dustin asked when you finally sat down.

You swiped the palms of your hands over your, now bare, thighs. “We were…talking.”

Dustin looked you over, probably noting your blushed cheeks and pants of breath. He had no idea that it was from running from the car through the parking lot. He said nothing but let out a low gag.

“Not that, you ass” you snipped with a laugh, swatting at his arm, “I mean actually talking. I told him that I’m proud of him, after what happened I just needed him to know that.”

Dustin silently nodded, taking your hand and giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. He knew how you felt, maybe not exactly but he had stayed with you and cried over Eddie when you had to pull his limp and bloody body into his neighbor’s wheelbarrow in the Upside Down.

“We didn’t lose him, look at where he is now.”

And you did.

There was Eddie, your broken and saved and heroic Eddie, wearing a green cap over his unruly curls and a green gown over his black, ripped jeans and Hellfire shirt. He had a diploma in one hand and with the other he was holding his middle finger up to Principal Higgins.

Uncle Wayne sniffled from beside you and when you looked over he had a puzzled look on his face, he rubbed his whole hand over his face and cleared his throat. He looked at you, “Had something caught in my eye,” he was covering, you could tell, “I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy.”

You used your free hand to rub his shoulder, “I love him too, Uncle Wayne. You raised him so well.”

He nodded, pulling his lip between his teeth and turning his head. You squeezed his shoulder before dropping your hand back down. If that was all praise that you could give him for now you’d give it, just to let him know that you were thankful for what he’d done for Eddie.

You heard gasps from a few rows over and Eddie excitedly yelling, “Sorry, I have people to see!”

When he finally stumbled over to your group he looked over all of the people who were there for him. Patiently sat was the entirety of Hellfire, including both Sinclairs, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, and then his family, you and his Uncle Wayne. He shrugged at you all, a failed attempt at masking his excitement.

After the ceremony, Nancy and Jonathan needed photos, nearly a million. Photos of Eddie with everyone, they reminded how important these memories were as they posed him.

The favorites though were of you and Eddie, one where you both were recreating his middle finger to Principal Higgins and the other where Eddie had you dipped low in a searing kiss, his hat half thrown into the air and both of your rings glinting from the setting sun.

‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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[radicalbilly]

this is probably so weird but could u write headcanons for eddie and steve (separately) with a gf that just bites things😭 like sometimes she’ll just bite their biceps or hands sometimes for no reason?

a/n: I love this idea! I definitely have cuteness aggression so I totally understand!

Okay so I truly, honestly 100% believe that any of the guys would be into it, now with ranging levels of enthusiasm

Steve

Steve is truthfully a little confused with how you went from staring at him and cuddling him to just holding his forearm to your mouth and gently biting the skin there

you (if this is a new occurrence) immediately feel embarrassed, your eyes getting wide and trying to wipe the spit off of his arm and apologizing

but he does want you to feel bad and it didn’t hurt …if anything it made his belly stir and 👀 something else stir

so he’s just trying to comfort you and when he finds out (because he either looked it up or asked because he’s curious) that it’s because you think he’s too cute HE IS DYING

it turns into an unspoken thing where you two are just flirting or cuddling or watching a movie and he just lets you nibble on whatever part of his arm is closest to you

if anything, he really starts to seek it out. like he needs the biting for his own comfort

he is also %100 percent either petting your head or giving you a nickname like “pup” and says shit like “i’m just a chew toy”

Eddie

-i

my heart believes that eddie cannot help getting horny over little things

literally you can do anything and he’s like “sorry, need a bathroom break”

whoops you bent down in front of him,,, hes gone for ten minutes. you said something smartass to him….he needs time to…recuperate. don’t get him started on when he saw you swimming and the water was dripping down your neck and over your chest and ……

..so biting..

like i’m thinking y’all are sitting on the couch with your legs over his lap and his arm in your lap cause you were playing with his rings and then your mind blanks and then you’re just gently holding the knuckle of his middle finger in between your teeth

i’m sorry . he yelps when you bite him

he can’t help it, hes touch-starved and i definitely think perverted

it’s worse when he feels how his finger got wet

AND WHEN YOU KISS IT BETTER

he doesn’t mean to sexualize it and even if you are dating, he feels so guilty and hes beet red and embarrassed cause it immediately had a downstairs effect on him

now it could go two ways, if you’re not wanting it to be sexual then you best believe he’s doing mental olympics to keep you comfortable cause he needs your happiness like air.

but if you’re cool with it being sexual then….well prepare to be bent like a pretzel

he’s already obsessed with you, and your mouth

biting becomes a norm, i’m sure. but it would definitely become encouraged during …private times

i also really think that eddie would also have the same attachment like he’s so used to your biting that it easily becomes a second nature for him too

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[radicalbilly]

big dirty thoughts about eddie’s hands squeezing your thighs while you’re in his lap doing his eyeliner for the corroded coffin gig

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[radicalbilly]

A smutty one with Billy where he’s in your room looking for your chocolate stash cause he knows you have one but stumbles across a vibrator maybe lol

AHHH I’m so happy to announce that Friends Support Friends is finally posted! I took so long deliberating on how i wanted to do it, if you don’t like nsfw i can write a non nsfw version! But i hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!

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[radicalbilly]

Can u make headcanons where the reader is Eddie’s best friend and she’s dating Billy ? And the bullies at school like Carol picking on her calling her freak and such names?

But actually the reader is a very cool person and she’s not a freak or a nerd at all

pairings: billy hargrove x reade,r eddie munson x bestfriend!reader

a/n: probably didn’t come off as “cool” as i’d hoped

I’m thinking Billy probably met reader outside of the arcade when he was dropping Max off and he was super interested because he hasn’t really seen them around school. Also maybe he intended to just sleep with them and call it quits but something keeps calling him back.

*Billy has no idea what he’s doing walking over to the “freaks” table

*He can hear Munson cackling already, which would definitely deter him if not for the fact that you sat right beside him

* a cheery smile was on your face, it was a delicate contrast to the expressions on your companions, even though your outfits matched their dark aesthetic

* His boots thudding on the concrete floor, Munson already cutting his laughter to glare at him

* You’re putting a hand out to Eddie, reassuring him that all is well and that this is the guy you’ve been seeing

* and Munson just nods, he doesn’t even try to convince you how bad Billy is (probably because he knows we’ll enough that you can take care of yourself)

* and low key it annoys Billy how some people can just let things be, i mean he didn’t even like that your best friend was a guy

* But Munson says nothing, not even to make a smartass comment about basketball, maybe you just brought out the best in people

* Billy bounces on his feet and looks around, it’s bad enough Carol and Tommy were already on his ass about hanging out with you. He didn’t want to imagine what they’d say about him standing like a dumbass at your table

* He lightly taps his knuckles against the table twice, mutters a quick “okay, see you at eight”, and walks off

* Eddie is slightly amused, he has to be honest. Billy does not seem like he’d go after a Hellfire girl, but he can see why he’d go after you

* He still hopes that you won’t get hurt, whether or not you have the same personality as him, he knows how people talk about him and the people who are associated with him

* Carol already has a sneer on her face when Billy walks up

* “Don’t fucking start, Perkins.”

* “I’m not the one fucking some freakish whore.”

* Billy is annoyed and frustrated with her. She really ran her mouth too much for someone with no redeemable qualities.

* “She isn’t any of that shit, watch your mouth.”

* Fortunately she does, but only after Tommy gives her a pointed glare.

* Eight o’clock finally rolls around and Billy is sitting in his Camaro, repeatedly checking his watch and staring holes into the front doors of the school.

* Your car isn’t in the lot, so he assumes that Munson took you home and brought you back for this “Hellfire” thing

* How long does that shit take anyway?

* Somehow it’s all worth it when you come giddily strolling out of doors. You’re half-turned towards the group and you’re giggling over something (he thinks it’s) Gareth said

* When you finally get into the car, you give him a peck on the lips before starting to ramble about the guys’ campaign

* He looks at you, while your hand are animatedly moving, “Are you really into that kinda stuff?” He didn’t mean it to sound as rude as it probably came off

* You shrugged and gave a half-smile, “Maybe, I know Ed’s into it and I go to watch and play music for them but i don’t really play myself. He’s got the biggest Metallica collection I’ve ever seen.”

* He just nods at you and looks at the road ahead of him

* “Maybe i’ll have to check it out.”

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[radicalbilly]

thinking about how feral sex with billy AND eddie would be. eddie’s been your friend forever and he’s gently kissing your neck and complimenting you while billy just fucking devours you. a very impressed “huh, good one, munson” when billy sees handcuffs. and eddie probably starts fucking you so gently cause he’s a giver (<3) and billy is egging him on telling him “i know that they’re pretty as a doll, but they’re not glass. fuck them the right way, freak”. (eddie does confirm that it’s okay with you) but he goes to town, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder and telling you how great you look while youre trying not to sob because if you do, you know billy is gonna do his damnedest to get a bigger reaction +++ billy and eddie teasing and mocking eachother +++ also i eddie is a perv and billy WILL hold your arms behind your back while eddie licks their cum off of you

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