#werewolf billy hargrove

[plistommy]

Werewolf Billy knotting Steve with his big knot while Vampire Eddie sucks Steve’s throat at the same time is a HUGE need right now…..

#I cant stop thinking about it #I need it #IM CRAWING IT #Like pleaaaaaaase #LOL #They’re gonna wreck the pretty boy so good that he always runs back to them #Always needing moreee #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringrove #steddie #harringroveson #eddie munson x steve harrington x billy hargrove #eddie x steve x billy #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 vol 2 #vampire eddie munson #werewolf billy hargrove #lemon

[shieldofiron]

Werewolf Billy! I’m talking tall, big, and hairy- got those blonde locks flowin’

And Steve who is a solo hiker, who happens to come across Billy who just changed back after a long night of wolfing around 🐺

The stranger smelled. Not bad... just weird. Steve sniffed and rubbed his nose on the back of his sleeve of his red hoodie.

"Hey, um..." He reached down and checked the guy's neck for a pulse.

He was burning up, like he had a fever or something, but his skin wasn't flushed. Just... freckled. Warm, but not sweaty...

Steve leaned in without thinking about it and got another hit of that weird smell. It almost reminded him of hugging his mom in the winter when she had her fur coat on. A little metallic, a little off. He eyes the stranger's bare chest, dusted with golden hair.

"Well, Hello."

Steve glances up into ice blue eyes.

The stranger grins, teeth gleaming, "Like what you see, little red?"

Steve swallows hard, jerking his hand back and wiping it on his hoodie, as if that would erase the burning feeling.

"You okay?" Steve says softly.

The stranger stretches, long rangy body glowing in the early morning sun.

"Lot better now that you're here, pretty boy."

"You're lying on the ground," Steve frowns.

"Yeah, well, don't knock it 'til you try it," He smiles again, "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Steve."

"Hi, Steve, I'm Billy," The stranger's eyes dip to Steve's lips for just a moment too long, "I could just eat you up in one bite."

Steve glances up the path, trying to hide his burning ears, "Uh... do you want me to call an ambulance for you or something? Sounds like you have a fever."

"Yeah?" Billy raises one notched brow, "You worried, gorgeous?"

"Yeah, you could be hurt?"

Billy pouts, "You were checking my temperature without me?"

"It was an accident," Steve waves his hand in the air, "Swear, I was just checking to see if you were okay."

Billy rises and Steve's throat goes a little dry. He's big. Not just... there... though he is big there...

Steve turns his burning face up to look at the stranger. His golden curls are blowing in the wind like he's in a perfume add. Wow. He's beautiful, Steve thinks.

"You smell so nice," Billy smiles wide, and then leans in, just a little, smelling in a way that's... weird. Familiar but weird, too.

"Thanks, I guess?" Steve stuffs his hands in his hoodie pocket, trying to push it down to hide the half-chub forming in his shorts.

Billy leans in a little more, "How do I smell, Steve?"

"A little... weird."

"Weird bad? Or weird good?"

Steve feels breathless and he doesn't know why.

"Weird... not bad. Kind of like I want to figure out what it is," Steve says quietly.

Maybe he is in a dream. Maybe he's dreaming in perfume ad.

"If I put on some sweats and take you to breakfast," Billy's voice dips low, "Will you let me tell you why?"

Steve glances back at the path, "Why can't you tell me now?"

"Cuz I'm hungry," Billy cocks his head to the side.

"Not sure if I want you to drive me anywhere," Steve says, squirming a little in his hoodie. He really does want to but this is a strange situation.

Billy leans in, whispering like it's a secret, "You drive. I'll meet you there."

"You sure you're ok to drive? You were passed out on the ground," Steve feels like he's has some spell put on him. Those icy eyes slide all over him like an ice cube in a hot mouth.

"Oh, I won't drive," Billy's eyes gleam with mischief, "I'll run, little red."

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@hickory-smoked-ass ohh my team jacob came out for this one thank you

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #asks #harringrove fanfiction #werewolf au #werewolf billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy

[gttinyprincess]

Okay but like what if i just pop off and write a werewolf Billy hargrove fic ah ha ha just kidding...

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Unless?

#Gt speaks #werewolf billy hargrove #stranger things oneshot #neighbours au #vampire eddie munson #vampire steve harrington #human male reader

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Burn Baby Burn

I’ve got a lot of wips going at the moment, most of them for my new bingo card and it’s Wednesday so have a lil snip from my phoenix Square.

-

Steve’s work phone rings and despite the fact that he is currently in the middle of a park feeding the birds he answers because he is always on call. "Hello you've reached last resort cleaning service. How may I help you?" The other end of the line is quiet but Steve holds off on just hanging up. Sometimes people need a couple of seconds after he has picked up, whether to compose themselves or for the coast to be clear.

 "Um are you, are you an actual cleaning service?" The voice on the other end is nervous which is not all that unusual. What is unusual is how young they sound. "Maybe I have the wrong number." Is softly mumbled almost too low to hear, the distracted manner making it clear she is not talking to him this time.

 "How old are you?" Steve frowns flicking a seed at a particular bold pigeon that dares peck at his loafer. He is plumper than the rest, clearly used to getting what he wants and now is no different as he quickly devours the seed unfazed by the light grazing.

 "What’s that matter?" The kid practically hisses voice low.

 "I'm hanging up.” He does not clean up after messy kids who do not want to get in trouble with their parents. He does not provide that sort of service.  

"No wait! Wait please, we need help!" This time she sounds desperate, more like someone who would call him for a good reason and not just paint spilled on a fancy carpet. She sounds like his actual customers.

 There is a groan in the distances and shuffling and Steve strains his ears trying to pick up more. "How did you get my number?" His business is referral based mostly but occasionally someone finds his card just laying around.

 "Henderson. Dusting Henderson gave it to me." She says quickly another groan sounding, it is closer this time. 

 It stills his thumb from ending the call. Dustin knows better than to give his work number unless it is to a sup who might have an actual legitimate need for his help. "What do you need help with?" That pigeon is pecking at his shoe again and now it has a slightly skinnier friend bold enough to pester. He flicks his ankle watching them fly back before he grabs a fist full of bird seed and tosses it a safe distance from his shoes. They descend on it like they are starving, quickly lost in the flock as more birds swarm to the fresh seed.

 "There are hunters after us,” Steve curls his fist around the bag and closes it, no more feeding for today. “they got Billy pretty bad and Eddie's in the ground until the sun goes down. They have us pinned down." She sounds like she might start crying as she says Billy and Steve cannot help but wonder how bad the hunters got him, how safe they are at this moment. He is already moving toward his car.

 "You should have started with that. Where are you, text me the address. I'm on my way." His car is only a short distance away in the little parking lot from the park under a shady tree. He looks around the lot finding it empty for the moment and pops his truck, lifting the bottom cover and checking in his case for provisions. He should have everything he needs to dispatch a few hunters.

 "Really?" Just as wet as before but less like she might cry, like she has hope that someone is going to come. It is one of the reasons Steve does this job, that hope.

 "Yes, find a place to hide and don't come out until I give you the word Demogorgan. You got it?" Steve slams his truck closed, jogging around to the driver’s side door as his phone pings with a text.

 There is a moment of silence before she answers like maybe she forgot he cannot see her and nodded instead. "Yes, I got it."

 “Max?” A weak groaning voice calls and Steve can only guess it is the girl's name.

 “I’m here Billy, I’m here! I called for help. It's going to be okay.” She is definitely crying this time, voice sodden, words going distance as she lets the phone drop.

 "Max!” Steve raises his voice to get her attention, there is the muffle of the phone being scooped back up. “Max, what's the word?" He needs her to repeat it for him, make sure she got it.

 "Demogorgon." She tells him firm and sure.

 "Good girl, don't come out before then." Steve ends the phone call and peels out of the parking lot heading for the warehouse district. 

#harringroveson #jellyghostfic #fanfiction #st fic #wip #billy hargrove x steve harrington x eddie munson #phoenix Steve Harrington #Werewolf Billy Hargrove #Werewolf Maxine 'Max' Mayfeild #vampire eddie munson #harringrove #steddie #mungrove

[adelacreations]

Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Rating - M

Summary - The man almost looked amused by his proclamation, circling around him, “I am…Stephen. Dracula if you want to be formal about it. I don’t get many visitors. And yet, I have you…and your sick sister that you refuse to help.” “Help what?! I told you, I exhausted my other options-” Stephen, the bastard, raised his eyebrow, a pale hand gesturing to Billy’s entire being. “You think I don’t know who you are? What you are.” His bored gaze turned itself to the skylight above, the half-moon now high in the sky, having risen during the argument. It’s moonlight shining below. Billy’s heart quickened, his hands clammy, Stephen looking over at him with a smirk. “You could do it at any time. She’ll be stronger…faster. Human illnesses will not affect her-” “No.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy antis dni #my writing #fanfic #harringrove fanfic #harringrove au #vampire steve harrington #werewolf billy hargrove

[jarviscockerssecrethusband]

Steve first fully registered his feelings for Chrissy Cunningham after the apocalypse started.

Well, the term apocalypse was debated heavily on national news stations but Steve sure felt like it had come when the Upside Down began leaking into their world. Into Steve’s life.

He’d always had a vague awareness of something distinctly different about him. The way he’d just draw others to him, make people agree. Occasionally he’d look at his eyes too hard in the mirror and see silver flecks shining back. Seven shrinks couldn’t fix his “problem” of dunking his head under the bath water or the pool for hours on end, delighted that he could breathe and swim like a fish.

Then after Vecna, after everyone died and Steve saw Hawkins as the rotten graveyard that it truly was, there came a day where he was no longer able to walk.

It was the worst agony he’d ever been in. Every step he took made him feel like he was about to keel over, his skin was almost scaling over and he was constantly short of breath. At first Steve had thought it to be a curse from God before deciding that not even God would be that cruel.

Running out of options, Steve fled back to the only place that felt like a sanctuary. The pool. His greatest source of shame would be his salvation now.

The good thing was that the moment he slid under the water, he could breath again. His legs fused together into a tail and Steve had no doubt that if pools had mirrors in them, he’d be staring at eyes of the purest silver.

The less good thing was Barb Holland was staring at him. Glaring. Very much still alive.

After he swim her out and sent her on her way, the puzzle pieces of whatever was happening across North America started to fall into place. Whatever force was out there, leaking the upside down into the real world, killing the birds and the fish and the less prepared of Hawkins, was also bringing back those who had been killed by the upside down.

Because Barb Holland hadn’t quite been human when they made amends. She’d been something different. Something powerful. Something hungry.

That got Steve thinking about Chrissy. Sweet Chrissy with her light giggle and her cartwheels and the way she’d always call him Stevie whenever they met at parties. What had obviously been a crush in retrospect, now fell on Steve like a tonne of bricks. Shit, she couldn’t see him like this. Well, if she ever bothered to stop by at all. Somehow, that thought made him feel even worse.

It had been months since he’d had that thought and Steve felt like he was having a midlife crisis. From what human clothes he could wear, he looked like a damn trucker, he’d eat any small see monsters that slipped through the vents in his pool and he was just fucking lonely.

Of course, when he was at his lowest, that was when she came.

She looked older. More mature. Her hands were shooting beams of light at a demogorgon that seemed to be chasing her and of course she’d run into Steve’s back garden completely by mistake.

But then she saw him. Rotting away at the bottom of his pool. Cocked her head as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was looking at.

“Shit, Steve??????”

She took him out of the pool. Cast a spell on him so that he’d hold up long enough until he made it to her camp. She was living with Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson.

Steves world briefly ground to a halt as he imagined sharing living quarters with all three of his crushes when he was a damn fish.

Hargrove and Munson weren’t friendly. They just sort of grunted at him, snickered something about King Steve and went about their day. Chrissy wasn’t phased.

She showed him his new pool. It was beautiful, a gorgeous sapphire blue. When she steadied his arms as he lowered himself in, briefly sparks flew.

But then she went back to her tent. Where she shared a bed with Hargrove and Munson.

For his own sanity, Steve tried his best not to imagine that.

Chrissy would come every night to the side of his pool to share food and gossip. She was so full of life, Steve couldn’t quite believe he’d once saw her dead body crumpled on the floor. Sometimes they even held hands.

Those days were Steve’s favourite.

Hargrove and Munson seemed to be warming up to him too, throwing out a “hey man” every time they passed Steve doing laps early in the morning. Chrissy was ecstatic. Steve wasn’t sure why.

Then she kissed him on his 21st birthday and things started to make a lot more sense.

They were all her boyfriends. Hargrove and Munson definitely seemed to have something going on too. Steve should have just been happy with that but he couldn’t help but want more. To prove himself to Billy and Eddie somehow.

Chrissy shook her head fondly and called him a silly fish when he told her. He asked why but instead she planted a kiss on his nose and said “you’ll see.”

Steve wasn’t sure what Chrissy had done but she must have done something because Eddie started to come to his pool with his guitar just to talk about The Hobbit or weed or whatever. Billy started doing laps with Steve, rarely talking but sometimes squeezing his shoulder and winking at him.

They weren’t exactly hiding their powers anymore either. Eddie would flash his fangs, very proud to be a vampire. Billy shifted into his wolf form with Steve still watching. It was almost like a courting ritual.

Eddie was a much easier target to get the information out of, even though half of it was an unrelated ramble. Something about Steve helping him get through his high school woes until he started dating girls and then his woes got even bigger.

Steve kissed him to shut him up.

Billy was a much tougher nut to crack. What had previously been lewd flirtation and confidence turned into quiet, introverted embarrassment. Though the manhandling had continued, to Steve’s secret delight.

Steve ended up having to grapple him and make the first move. Telling him that he’d been in love with him since the first time they met and that if Billy reciprocated, Steve might just die of happiness right there.

Billy just gulped, gave him a water lily and was about to run off before Steve dragged him back for a night under the water.

So Steve had two boyfriends and a girlfriend now. And he was a fish. Life was full of surprises

This is my fic for @st-rarepair-roulette which has been a joy to participate in! I still feel very honoured that I was entrusted with a mod role and I hope that everyone else had as much fun with it as I did!

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheergroveton #metalhamsandwich #strr2024 #siren steve harrington #witch chrissy cunningham #vampire eddie munson #werewolf billy hargrove

[ihni]

Home is where the knitted mittens are, chapter 4/5

Chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

He spends a couple of days after that on edge. Keeps expecting Scott or Eddie or even the unnamed mysterious female alpha to pop out from behind a corner when he least expects it. But none of that happens.

He sees (and hears) Eddie in school a lot – because for a supposed social pariah, the guy is loud and also everywhere – but although Eddie will sometimes meet his eyes and give a little nod in recognition, he doesn’t seem to expect anything in return and does not approach him. Almost as if he’s been told to give Billy space. It is a relief but also – and Billy resolutely squashes the part of him that feels that way – strangely disappointing. Something like yearning jolts through him whenever his and Eddie’s eyes happen to meet. It’s the same feeling as when he sees his dad smile at Max, or when he watches Max talking animatedly whenever she’s with her friends. It doesn’t take Billy long to figure out that the thing he’s yearning for is belonging.

Which, god-fucking-dammit. Billy’s always done okay on his own before. He hasn’t had any other options. Fuck being a werewolf and fuck those goddamn packs that Scott told him about. Billy doesn’t want it. Sure as hell doesn’t need it.

He sees Scott around as well. Once in the grocery store, when Billy’s there to buy eggs for Susan. (He turns and walks out, without the eggs even, which leads to a cuff upside the head when he gets home.) But the other times that he comes across the older man, it’s at Hawkins’ Middle School, when Billy’s dropping Max off or picking her up. The first time, Scott sees them and lifts his hand in greeting from the other side of the parking lot. Billy looks away and swallows hard, suddenly unnerved, because he remembers the same hand being changed, and not human. Luckily, Max thinks that Scott’s waving at her, and is happy to wave back before slamming the passenger door shut behind her so Billy can drive off.

Scott doesn’t wave at him again. He only gives the same kind of nod as Eddie does, whenever Billy doesn’t look away fast enough and their eyes meet. Only offers a nod and a kind smile, that makes Billy want to simultaneously claw his eyes out and curl up in a ball on the man’s doorstep like a dog.

The crippling anxiety he’d felt before everywhere in town has faded. He doesn’t want to admit that it might be because Scott said that he was welcome, but at least he doesn’t have to go through his school days feeling as if he’ll evoke the wrath of something unnamed if he puts a toe out of line.

He gets that enough at home.

Because the thing is, that even though the feeling of constantly being in the wrong place has faded, the fear of the upcoming full moon – or new moon, hell, didn’t the man say that changes could happen then, too? – only increases as the days pass. Billy doesn’t want anything to happen, but he hasn’t been able to stop it before and if what Scott said was true, then he won’t be able to stop it this time, either. Or even know when it’s going to happen!

And this fear, this feeling of not knowing when the other shoe is going to drop, translates to him acting … off, at home. He’s skittish; flinches when Susan drops a fork on the floor, and jumps back in fright when he almost bumps into Max on the way out of the bathroom. He’s having trouble paying attention and he’s spacing out during dinner. Staring out into nothing, and finding himself being jolted back to reality by his father’s raised voice or harsh slaps.

The worst part is that he can’t seem to sleep through the night anymore. One night, after he wakes up screaming for the second time in the span of a couple of hours, Neil pushes into his room and presses him down against the mattress with a hand on his chest, hissing that ‘the rest of the family needs sleep too, son, so keep it the fuck down’.

Billy learns to clap a hand over his mouth when he wakes up gasping after that, and to follow that up with keeping himself awake until morning.

It’s exhausting.

Help with his little sleeping problem eventually comes from the most unlikely source.

(Read the rest on AO3)

#home is where the knitted mittens are #billy hargrove #werewolf billy hargrove #ihni writes #this is not a shippy fic #it's a 'yer a wizard harry' fic #only more like 'yer a werewolf billy' and of course scott isn't scottish

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Steddie x Henderson Reader Imagine - Lazy Afternoon

(Monster Town Au)

It had been about two months since the ordeal you went through, most of your cuts and bite marks had heal as well as your bruised ribs. The only thing that was still healing was your fractured wrist, and that seemed be healing slowly than normal so was still in the splint, Sometimes you still put it in a sling when it was hurting and you wanted rest it.

This was the first time since you were released from the hospital that your aunt had left you allow in the house by yourself. She had been even more cautious about letting you and Dustin out of her slight.

Now that you had mostly recovered, she felt better to leave you at home alone. Both she and Dustin had gone out of town for a few days to see some family that were visiting a few hours away.

So with them gone, you were able to have both Steve and Eddie stay with you at night. Currently you were outside in the back garden, sitting on the grass and laying against Steve side, as he was in wolf form, soaking in the sunlight. Billy was also here laying next you as a wolf, so you were pretty warm.

You kept alternating between running your fingers through Steve and Billy fur, while reading a book that was part of a set that Eddie had brought you, a couple of weeks ago and it had helped with the boredom of not being able to go out by yourself.

Your wrist was beginning hurt now, so you closed the book and placed it on your lap, before putting the sling on and resting your wrist for a while. In just a few moment of having your wrist in the sling, the ache was dulling and with that you closed your eyes.

During that time you just laid there, Steve did a little bit of moving whenever he seemed to get a little stiff and Billy moved a little so that his head was now resting on your legs.

After sometime passed, you yawned and stretched out, then stroked Steve behind his ears, getting him a little happy noise from him, and then reached over and rubbed Billy back as little thank you. He lifted his head and looked at you before putting it back down on your legs.

You could hear footsteps and turned your head, to see that your favourite vampire was walking forward. You smiled and held your arms out.

Eddie grinned at you and pulled you up, which resulted in Billy grumbling as his pillow was taking away. He stood up and shook himself as he came over and stood next you. You thanked Billy for spending some time with you before he took off home.

Going back inside, Steve transformed back and grabbed the clothes that he left by the door, pulling them on quickly, then joined both you and Eddie in the kitchen. Steve came to your side and took your wrist out of the sling and then took the splint off, as he held it in his hand.

You hissed as he moved your wrist around a little, to get a look at it and noticed a little redness, so got some frozen peas, placing them on your wrist for a short time.

In that time you asked Eddie how his day had gone, as you weren't expecting to see him back so soon. He gave you a cheeky grin as he told you, that they got his photos done first, after he told them that his partners were ill and didn't want to leave them on their own for too long.

As this was his side gig you couldn't tell him off, as he picked and choose the shoots he wanted to do, but still you couldn't help but shake your head at him.

Once peas were off and the splint was back on, you were then handed a glass of watch and painkillers, which you took glad. Then you all migrated to the living-room, where both you and Steve tried to get Eddie to tell you what he had done for the shoot, but he refused to say anything and that you both would just have to wait for the magazine to come out.

That didn't cut it, as for the rest of the afternoon and evening, was spent with you and Steve pouting at him, and calling him mean for not telling you anything.

Eddie just laughed before saying 'patience is a virtue', to which both you and Steve replied with 'not right now, it isn't.'

#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steddie x Reader #Billy Hargrove #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Imagine #Werewolf Steve Harrington #Vampire Eddie Munson #Werewolf Billy Hargrove

[fizzigigsimmer]

It's spooky season and I need all the werewolf aus. All of the witchy teens. All of the vampire boyfriends.

If anyone has written a fic or know of a list, I will love you forever for a link.

#Harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #metal sandwich #steve xbilly #billy x steve #steve x billy x eddie #feed a starving reader 😭 #I cannot lift a pen for I am faint with a hunger that only glorius fic shall quench! #werewolf au #werewolf billy hargrove #witch!steve harrington #vampire!eddie

[undeaddisillusion]

Werewolf Billy breaking into Steve's house to spend his rut. He knows its empty, no one but Steve ever comes over. Steve could be gone for a whole week, and Billy knows no one would come check.

Steve doesn't know that Billy's there, not yet, but he will. Once he comes into his room, and Billy pounces on his prey. His mate.

#steve harrington #stranger things #billy hargrove #harringrove #werewolf billy hargrove #dubcon

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

The Filth Hounds of Hades:

Billy jogs out of the garage and nearly slams into Jerry and the customer. Apparently the melodious tenor and speedy heartbeat belong to a tall, pale young man whose absolutely devastating brown eyes match his flowing brunette locks. Billy blinks in shocked confusion when the man in front of Jerry floods his highly perceptive nostrils with the scents of surprise and, most bafflingly, attraction. The mechanic’s hand shoots out automatically, the Wolf just as hungry for contact, “Hi, I’m Billy Hargrove.”

The man shakes it firmly, their calloused palms sliding together for one white-hot moment. “I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Steve Harrington.”

OR

Steve is a lonely, heartbroken werewolf hunter; the last man standing between Hawkins and unspeakable forces of evil. Billy is a traumatized mechanic whose little sister is the only reason he moved to this too-small town. Oh yeah, and he's a werewolf.

You can only imagine how quickly they manage to muck things up and fall in love.

#harringrove #harringrove au #harringrove fanfic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #werewolf billy hargrove #werewolves #werewolf hunter steve #forbidden ish love not really #fluff #fluff and hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort harringrove #we love two boys healing from trauma and kissing #an 80's story WITHOUT homophobia amazing #plz comment i am begging

[billyhrgrv]

werewolf billy werewolf billy werewolf billy werewolf billy

#werewolf billy hargrove #THIS IS SO CLOSE TO WHAT I ENVISION IN MY WEREWOLF AU!!!!

[surfkng-archive]

🎃👑✨ Is it spooky season already? ✨👑🎃

#ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sᴍᴏᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋs ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ 🚬 (ooc) #ᴀʀᴛ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅᴇʀ 🚬 (my art) #werewolf billy hargrove #OKAY SO THE FURRY IN ME CAME OUT BUT #but!!! #I'm so proud of this

[gttinyprincess]

Ayyyyyy guess who's still alive 😁😅

#inbox is always open #been writjng some fun stuff for this blog #vampire billy hargrove #werewolf billy hargrove #stranger things oneshot #vampire eddie munson #human male reader #human steve harrington

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

minor dubious consent in regard to a kink. full shift werewolf bestiality? Kind of. Does it count if the beast in question is a werewolf? knotting

Thinking about werewolf Billy fucking into Steve and shift as he’s about to cum. Form shifting, bones crack, hips still managing to jack rabbit the hands holding Steve down shifting to paws. Steve told him not to, told him he didn’t want to get fucked like this but as Billy’s cock widens, the knot catching at his rim expanding as buckets of cums starts filling him up he’s to into it to remember that. Pushed over the edge and cum stupid as Billy keeps coming, tied together and stopped up, belly bulging with all that seed.

Steve remembers later though one the high of it is over left tender. It doesn’t matter that Billy used his long tongue to lick all the cum out of him; he still feels like he’s going to leak at any moment with the way the knot has left him stretched despite the puffy state of his rim. Smacking Billy’s nose with a rolled up newspaper regardless of his form with an annoyed bad dog. He still lets Billy do it again only this time with his explicit consent on a comfortable bed.

#Harringrove #jellyghostfic #it spicy #werewolf billy hargrove #I might do this in full for one of my bingo squares #jellyhc

[adelacreations]

"The silence hung in the air a moment more before Steve grabbed Billy’s face and kissed him, firm and determined and scared. It was like time stopped, like a million droplets of rain froze in the air to refract the lights into beams across the universe. They sparkled and shone in the dark of the night, a gorgeous backdrop of chimes and the fuzz of silence in their ears."

For the @bigbangharringrove event! My illustration for "Heaven Help Us (Make A Saint Of Me) by @/ADEITYOFCHAOS on twitter!

Link to the fic [HERE]

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy antis dni #my artz #adelacreationsartz #stranger things #vampire billy hargrove #werewolf steve harrngton #harringrove bigbang #fanart