Who do you think has the bigger dick; Steve, Eddie, or Billy?
I honestly would need to revisit Billy's character a little to answer this as accurately as possible, but just going off of what I remember -
Eddie has the thickest dick. Like absolutely. Another writer on here has mentioned it before, but I can't remember who. Eddie may not have the longest dick, though it's definitely not small, but he absolutely is the girthiest. Like cannot wrap your entire hand around him type girth. And it stretches you in a way you can't even describe.
Stevie has boyfriend dick x 10000000 . Meaning he has the perfect sized dick for fucking you day in and day out without leaving you too sore or hurt, but also big enough to satisfy you in all the right ways. The boy also knows how to use it, that's for sure. He's a little above average in length, and average in girth. A nice pretty boy dick perfect for fucking at any time <3
Billy has big dick energy like no other, I mean come on. Insert the Pete Davidson "I just look like I fuck," clip. I think Billy honestly might have a bigger dick than Steve and Eddie in regards to having longer length, and a good girth. He definitely stretches you out, and when he starts pounding, it hurts. But it hurts so good, and you know he makes you take it. Also, idk why but he's definitely a grower not a show-er? Like you're surprised when you first touch him because it's smaller than you thought, but then it starts to grow and grow in your throat and suddenly you can't even get to his base because he's already so far down your throat...
All da boys are perfect in their own way, we don't dick discriminate here <3
you watched as your best friend steve played shirts vs skins in gym, you sitting on the bleachers finishing your homework that you forgot was due next period.
the whistle blew and coached yelled, “water!” and your best friend walked over to you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair and wiping it on his shirt, leaving a mark.
“god, and that’s why i don’t do gym” you scrunched your nose at the sight of the sweaty boy, handing him his water bottle. steve chugged half of it, capping the bottle and letting out a satisfied sigh.
“well, maybe if you did gym, you could be skins and you’d distract all the boys. we’d win for sure” billy walked by and winked, snatching the water bottle from your hands and finishing it. he smirked, throwing the empty bottle in the trash.
“fuck you, hargrove” you rolled your eyes and steve placed his hand on your knee.
“is that a promise?” he winked again, licking the corner of his mouth before heading back to his spot on the basketball court. coach blew his whistle again and sweet groaned.
“i’ll see you after” steve kissed your cheek and you nod, going back to your homework. you rested your elbow on your knee, chin in your palm as you write out your algebra equation. the basketball rolls towards you, your foot on top of it to stop it.
“can i get that back?” billy went down on his knee and got in front of you, a smirk on his lips. you couldn’t help but look at him as he was knelt down in front of you. his skin was glowing, glistening. tiny hairs stuck to his forehead, the rest of his hair sitting on top of his shoulders. “hello?”
he wrapped his hand around your ankle, taking your foot off the ball and winking at you, going back to the court. you quickly pack your things, hurrying out the gym. you sit on the bench outside of the gym, finishing your homework in the peace and quiet. after you finish your homework, you pull out your book and start to read “of mice and men” the sound of coach’s whistle was muffled due to the gym doors, and soon the sweaty boys came piling out of the gym.
they took a couple minutes to get clean and get dressed, and then came out of the locker room. steve stood in front of you and you close you book, putting the book into your bag.
“alright, you’re good getting home on your own?” steve asks and you roll your eyes, nodding.
“yes, dad” you joke and he glares.
“i’m just looking out for you” he kissed your cheek. “bye, love you!”
“love you more” you zip up your bag and put it over your shoulder, and all the boys had left. the girl’s locker room was closed, so you had to resort to using the boy’s locker room for a bathroom. you walk in, and billy has only his pants on. you stare as his body, biting your lip softly. you stomp your foot down, grabbing his attention.
“well well well, you’re stalking me in the locker room now?” he smirks and leans his bare back against the lockers, and you walk towards him, trailing your finger across the lockers.
“i’m not. i came to use the bathroom and heard you humming. i actually did want to talk to you though” you put your hands behind your back, and a soft smirk played on billy’s lips. you walk over to him slowly, and he stands straight up “i never, break my promises” you whisper and his left hand pulls your waist into his, his other hand on your neck.
“is that so?” he answered, kissing you deeply. no matter how douchy he was, he was hot. he always intrigued you when he walked by, his musk of cologne and cigarettes always captivating you. billy’s hands pull your legs around his waist, slamming you against the lockers.
“billy” he pulls away, holding your jaw and running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“what do you want to do, yn?” he kissed your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair. “what would you like me to do to you?”
“f..finger me” you moan into his neck and he sits you down on the bench, pulling your hips forward and licking his middle finger, spreading your legs and slowly inserting his finger in you. you grab the edge of the bench, and billy adds another finger. “fuck, billy”
“but wait,” he pulls his fingers out of you, thumb pressing into your clit and rubbing painfully slow in a circle. “didn’t you say you don’t like me, the other day? so why do you want me so bad now?” billy smirked, kissing your thighs and biting down.
“ye- no! billy, please! i was lying, please!” your thighs shake as his kisses get closer to your pussy, and you buck your hips forward. “billy, i swear to fucking god, do something!” he leaned forward as he made eye contact with you, his tongue plunging into your core. “ah fuck” your fingers grip his hair, billy shaking his head back and forth violently. your back arches, and you almost fall off the bench. billy pulled away once more and laid on the ground, snapping at you.
“come sit on my face, pretty girl” you straddle his face, sitting down and sighing. you lean back, holding onto billy’s hands as you rock your hips on his tongue. you lean forward, on hand on the floor and the other gripping his hair. billy shakes his head once again, moaning, making you gasp. “mm, close?”
“so, so fucking close, billy, fuck” you hold your breath, squeezing your eyes as you cum, releasing your breath and panting. you roll your hips slowly, riding out your high before climbing off him and leaning against the lockers. you pull on your underwear, fixing your hair and billy sits up, licking his lips and wiping his mouth, smirking.
“turns out you don’t hate me, huh?” he chuckled and you roll your eyes, standing up. billy shrugged on his jacket, and you swing your bag over your shoulder.
“maybe not” you bite your lip softly, going over and kissing him. you pull away, and billy holds your cheek and kisses you again. “nope, definitely not”
Extra fluffy billy sneaks in through the window while you're asleep just because he missed you and couldn't sleep without you in his arms pretty pleaseeee
He quietly pushes the window open from just outside her window. He can barely see through her curtains that she’s asleep. He expects her to be asleep, anyway. It’s just past two in the morning.
Swinging his legs up through her window, he slowly makes his way inside. He shuts the window slowly and toes his shoes off before stripping down to his boxers. The wind from her fan hits him and his shivers. He feels cold without her touch.
Tiptoeing around her bed to the side where he sleeps on days when they nap together—and the occasional secret sleepover, he gently pulls the covers back and climbs into bed. The mattress dips under his weight and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her towards him in the darkness. She whines, wrapping her arms around him in return.
He tightens his grip around her and kisses her bare shoulder. She mumbles under her breath and kisses his chest before drifting off again.
“Just missed you,” he murmurs in the darkness. “Love you.”
Summary: Billy Hargrove praying to receive a sign about this girl he really likes.
Warnings: mention of religion,god, Billy’s soft side
Words: 800
A/N: I just thought of this because of Billy’s necklace. I don’t know if it has any meaning either personal or religious to him but I like to believe that Billy believes in something bigger than him. (Do you know how hard it was to find a gif of man hands??? like this wasnt easy) Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes and enjoy! Thanks!
“Hey, eh..it’s me...uhm,” He scratched the back of his neck and put his hands back in the formation he thought would be best. “I don’t know if you remember me. We haven’t spoken in a long time. I’m the ...well I was the boy that asked you to let my mom ....survive.”
“We all know how that turned out right?” He locked his jaw and exhaled through his nose, flaring his nostrils. He closed his eyes and then shook his head. This wasn’t the time to get angry.
“Well I....uhm,” he paused.
“This is stupid,” he muttered under his breath and let his head fall but his hands didn’t move a bit.
His eyes focused on the necklace that his mom gave him. The pendant dangled in front of his chest and his vision became blurry before he snapped out of it again. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes before shifting on his knees and then straightening his back again.
“I know you probably hate hypocrites like me. Coming crawling to you...only talking to you...if they need something.” His lips curled upwards after knowing what he’s about to say. “You know we are very similar. I mean you and me...right?” He let out a shaky laugh. His tension seemed to disappear, and he knew just what to say.
“So...I need you to listen to me,” he swallowed again.
“There’s this girl...” he licked his lips.
Was it really that serious? Was he actually doing this?
He nodded, reassuring himself.
“You probably know all of this, right? I mean you’re supposed to like see everything, right?” He paused again and bit his lip, thinking back to when his grandma told him not to...touch himself because someone was always watching. He loosened the grip of his hands and played with the ring on his finger before putting his hands back together.
“There’s this girl that I ....like...like really like. And I just ... I don’t know.” He exhaled again.
Why was this so hard? He clenched his jaw.
“I really like her, but I think I’m messing it all up. I don’t know what she wants. You know, she’s different...she’s not like the other girls I know.”
His gaze went up to his ceiling and fixated there for a moment before returning to the window. He stared out into the view of the woods which were just on the other side of the street. He sighed and shook his head, focusing back on what he was doing.
“I never know what to say when she’s upset, or I never know the RIGHT thing to say.” He sighed. The endless arguments reappeared in his mind, like the time she accused him of looking at some girl’s butt for too long.
“Yeah...I mean. You know how she is. She’s just...her...herself. And maybe I’m not the person for her because I don’t know how to handle her yet, but I can be...I want to be.”
“So, I guess I’m just asking you to give me a sign...” He scratched his jaw and then put his hands back together on the top of his bed. His knees started to hurt from the whole friction.
“I just...I want to know if we’re for each other and if we’re not then please give me a sign. I can’t take the constant pain and heartbreak anymore. And I know she can’t either and maybe I don’t deserve a happy future for all the shi-...” He paused. He felt his muscles tensing and forming a lump in his throat until he swallowed.
He closed his eyes and then inhaled deeply, “Sorry. I mean for all the mess I’ve done but I know that she does. If she and I don’t belong together, please help her find someone that’ll love her almost as much as I do.” He paused.
“Even though that’s probably impossible,” he thought to himself.
This was the right thing to do. Why hurt someone if you love them even if that meant letting go. He wouldn’t let it happen...not again.
“I just want a sign. Please...” He freed his hands from his grip and grabbed his necklace that was dangling in front of his chest. He slowly led it up to his mouth and placed a kiss on his closed fist. He opened his hand and saw the gold oval pendant reflecting in his palm. He shifted from his knees to sit back on his legs.
His gaze went up again. His brows narrowed in confusion, “ehm...Amen? I think...”
He was about to get up before something important flashed through his mind and he recaptured his position, “oh...and please have Steve Harrington shave off his hair. Thanks.”
Billy Loomis where he is supposed to target you but he ends up falling for you?
the smell of you as you walked by billy always intrigued him, the shimmer in your eyes when you flashed your bright smile. your breasts, something his eyes always focused on, the way they slightly bounced as you walked, your nipples showing through your shirt. he just wondered what you sounded like when you screamed, and not when pleasured.
you sat in your room, shorts on with a tank top and no bra, a book in your hands with your stereo playing michael jackson.
billy stood outside your window, staring at you. your freshly shaven legs glistening. he bit his lip, looking down at the knife he held in his hand. he couldn’t do it, he actually liked you. you were always nice to him, never a rude word fallen from your perfect lips at him. he puts the knife and costume back in his car, climbing up to your window, knocking.
you smile and mark your page, setting your book down and opening the window. “billy loomis. who would’ve known you would show up at my window at 11 at night”
PLSPLSPLS DO ONE THAT DEALS WITH BILLYS JEWELRY. LIKE THE READER LOVES HIS NECKLACE AND RINGS AND SHE JUST FAWNS OVER IT
She’s on his chest, her fingers playing with the pendant around his neck. Now, it’s warm to the touch with how much she’s been playing with it. His cold rings trail up and down her bare back, causing her to shiver. He smirks against the crown of her head.
“You like my rings, babe?” he asks, moving his hands up until they circle around the top of your spine. His fingers sneak towards your chest, gently pressing the cold metal against your skin.
You sigh, a breathy yes leaves your lips as you bury your face into the croak of his neck, kissing the skin where the necklace touches his skin.
“Love your necklace the most, though,” you state, nipping at his jaw so a bruise can appear in the morning. You continue your trail of kisses down his body. His chest heaves up and down hard, reacting positively to your touch.
“Yeah?” he sighs, threading his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah. Makes me feel like I’m doing something naughty.”
hello!! can you write a blurb where the reader is so important to billy that he feels it’s time to introduce her to his mom? thanks and all the love!
“I want you to meet my mom,” Billy blurts out one evening while they were both studying for their calculus test coming up in a few days. Spring break is just a few weeks away and teachers are doing their absolute best to cram things in before the 10 day break.
He takes his eyes away from his textbook to look at her. She’s so focused on the problem she’s working on that she didn’t notice him talking to her. He reaches for her textbook and closes it. She looks up and stares at Billy.
“Sorry, did you say something?” she asks, her voice is soft and tender and she smiles at him.
“I want you to meet my mom,” he repeats, finally having her undivided attention. She blinks at him.
“You want me to meet your mom?” she asks in disbelief, moving their studying materials out of the way so she can sit in his lap. He nods, holding her waist. “Are you sure you want me to?”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully at her. He presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Yes, you crazy girl,” he answers. He gently pushes her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress.
“Are you sure you’re sure? This is a big deal, y’know. I don’t want you to feel pressured to just because you’ve already met mine and I know—”
He silences her with warm kisses on her lips. They’re short and sweet and long enough to make her forget what she was saying.
“Yes. I’m. Sure,” he answers in between kisses. She giggles when he nips at her neck. Her hand finds his curls. “She’s dying to meet you anyway.”
She blinks at him. Tears well inside her eyes. “You talk about me to your mom?”
He kisses her firmly before pulling away. “Of course I do,” he answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I love you. I love my mom. I want the two of you to meet. Duh.”
You laugh, reaching for him so you can return all the kisses he’s given you.
You received endless ridicule for dating Billy. You’re not pretty enough. You’re not a partier. You’re not one of the typical girls Billy has been with in the past. You’re not what people expect when Billy tells them that he has a girlfriend—that you’re his girlfriend. You hate it. You absolutely hate it.
With tears in your eyes, you shove your way out of Amber Lynne’s party. Billy is nowhere to be found and you just need to leave. Your company is unwanted. Amber Lynne and Tori just wanted another reason to use you and make you feel insecure.
The chilly January air nips at your skin as you stomp down the drive way to the sidewalk, heading home.
“Baby! Where are you going?!” Billy shouts from behind you, running after you and grabbing your hand. Tears coat your cheeks and you turn away from him.
“Just go back inside,” you plead. “They’ll wonder where you’ve run off to. Just go, Billy. I’m going home.”
He shakes his head. His hands hold your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “I don’t give a fuck if they wonder where I’m at. I want to be with you,” he replies firmly.
You frown, clinging onto his hands. “Why? Why do you want to be with me? I’m not Amber or Tori.”
He frowns, holding you closely. His eyes stare into yours and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Because I love you. Why would I be with anyone else when you’re the one that I love?”
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare at him. “You love me?” Your voice is breathless and your heart jumps inside your chest.
“I’d be crazy not to be,” he grins, kissing you firmly. Any inclining of insecurity washes away.
