#kinghaargrove

[ebbiemunson]

❥

send ❥ to give my muse a kiss on the forehead! || @kinghaargrove

Eddie felt his words die off as Billy approached him, something unusually soft in how his boyfriend was looking at him. They'd been in a playful mood all morning; Eddie had stolen candy right out of Billy's pocket, and he and Billy had wrestled for it, like it had been a precious treasure. Eddie had won, only because Billy had let him.

The approach had him almost wary at first, suspecting some antic, pay back in some form, or teasing in line with the mood of their morning but... that didn't happen. Eddie stepped in closer as Billy entered his space, running his fingers appreciatively over the muscle in his shoulder, the skeleton tattoo... his bicep. Eddie relaxed into him, his other arm sliding around Billy's ribs in a loose embrace.

As Billy pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead, Eddie couldn't help the way his eyes simply fluttered shut. His fingers twisted and untwisted the fabric of Billy's shirt, his heart thundering as he soaked in every drop of affection he could.

"I love you," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

"Shit, Bee... I know I'm blushing. I am, right? You turn me into a swooning princess," he rambled out, a little lost for what to say at first. He brought his hand to cup along Billy's jaw, thumbing over the strong cut of it, dark eyes flicking down to look at Billy's very plush and kissable lips. How was he supposed to help himself. He was a man weak to his impulses.

Eddie leaned in and stole his own kiss, closing his eyes again as he stepped that little bit closer, standing chest to chest while he poured his love into that single action. He didn't just want to tell Billy he loved him, he wanted to show it, over and over, kiss after kiss until they were both out of breath.

[hairoic]

FMK: Billy, Tommy, Chrissy

F: billy

M: tommy

K: chrissy

...and steve is now in tears lmao

( 📧 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒, 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘠, 𝘒𝘐𝘓𝘓. — @kinghaargrove. )

[bluejaycarver]

Quietly inhales the scent of him at the shoulder, and exhales between parted lips moments after, as the neutral scent of his soaps and baby shampoo and the clean sweat on his skin sinks into his senses. Billy closes his eyes and presses his cheek to his shoulder blade with his chin tipped down to keep his expression out of view, keeping his hands to himself, for once.

He just needs a moment.

Billy Hargrove was... something else. It was hard to pull away from the way that he made Jason feel secure in himself. They were both in the closet, but they were there together. Somehow next to him, he didn't feel so awful about admiring the cut of his jaw, Billy's sweet pink lips, his mess of curls. Billy was such a hardass to the world that it made Jason feel braver for just knowing him. Billy made him less afraid of wanting to be held. Still, he was afraid sometimes. Still, he would pray.

Lately, his prayers had sounded less like "Forgive me father," and more like: "I don't hate me anymore."

Whether Billy knew it or not, the affection he afforded to Jason had worked like exposure therapy. When the world didn't end while they held hands, he felt like it might. Jason had felt like his chest had gone tight and his mind wouldn't stop saying awful things to him about the damnation of sodomites. But then Billy would look his way with a smile like it was crafted by California sunshine, and Jason would wonder...

If they were all created in the image of the lord, and if love by definition could not be evil, then how could his feelings for Billy be wrong. Billy made him want to think for himself. Made him want to sink into every ounce of comfort. If it was Satan whispering in his ear, then Jason sadly acknowledged that Satan made him love himself more than God ever had. When he had begged god to help him, the heavens remained silent. It was like God had looked away from the sins that took place under the roof of his home. But it was a boy named Billy Hargrove that had held his broken pieces and whispered:

It’s okay to be afraid, you know. Everyone gets scared sometimes, but— look at me, okay? There’s nothing that you can’t do. Nothing you can’t conquer. I want you to be brave with me. Look that fear in the face and tell it to move. Make it get out of your way. Plant your feet, Bluejay, and remember, I’ve got your back.

Jason turned in Billy's arms and wrapped his arms up around his ribs to squeeze him close. Whatever Billy was going through, whatever made this man choose him, it was worth whatever damnation waited for him. Billy was worth it.

@kinghaargrove

[prettybrawler]

he will tear your city down — oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord.

—the oh hellos, soldier poet king . ft. @eddie, @kinghaargrove

[gildedjock]

❝ Can’t help but wonder how you’d like it, best. I bet you don’t even know, yourself, ❞ Billy muses, as he takes on a more serious set to his expression. His steel blue eyes don’t budge from Jason’s.

❝ I wonder if you’d like it most if I pushed you face down on the bed, ass up like a dog in heat. If you felt me filling you up from behind, like that, with a fist in your hair to keep your face out of the pillow. I wonder what you’d sound like. Or, maybe you’d like to be on your back. Maybe you’d like to watch me get inside you... ❞ he steps closer. Just one stride, at a glacial pace, before taking another. Close enough to touch him. Billy keeps a hand between them, never quite getting close enough to give him just that. ❝ Maybe you’d like me to hold you by the throat, to shorten your breaths, keep your eyes on me. Maybe you’d like feeling close, being able to pull me closer, deeper, when you need it. Would you say my name, Carver, when I find that place inside you that makes you see stars? Or would you forget how to speak at all, when I fill you to the brim? ❞

Jason's mouth opened and closed a few times, definitely not used to being spoken to in such a way by ANYONE. He found himself staring right back into Billy's eyes, tongue darting out to nervously wet his lips. Oh what the FUCK was the other talking about now?! Jason's brain was STRUGGLING to put together the pieces. Somehow. Some way. He found himself... turned on. No, wait— That couldn't be a thing right? He was just intimidated. He had to be.

He would NOT give into this carnal sin. Not for Hargrove, not for anyone. Why was he STILL listening to Billy?! The more the other talked, the more Jason realized he was fighting back something that threatened to leave his throat. Bile? No, decidedly not. What could it possibly be? It was definitely a whimper, the noise escaping him in what could only be described as a pitiful whine. He found himself looking UP at Billy eventually, swallowing hard and ALMOST seeming to try and remain as close as possible. How dare his body BETRAY him! The heat pooling in the pit of his stomach was enough to tell Jason JUST how he felt about this situation. He COULDN'T. Oh how he wanted to tell Billy how wrong he was.

But... Jason wasn't sure he had it in him. Instead, he settled on one of the lamest responses he could have possibly given. “ You'd like that, wouldn't you? ”

[ripjulie-gone]

a  brow  perked  as  she  looked  up  at  him.  SHE  HAD  JUST  BEEN  JOKING.  but,  if  he  wanted  to  play  this  game,  she  was  all  for  it.  reaching  up,  she  plucked  the  cigarette  from  between  his  lips  and  placed  it  between  her  own.  ❝ excuse  the  fuck  out  of  you. ❞  she  spoke  and  took  an  inhale  and  held  it  before  exhaling  through  her  nose.

❝ you  could  add  two  to  that  and  then  you'd  be  more  accurate. ❞  she  shifted,  annoyed.  but  she  wasn't  about  to  let  him  know  that.  ❝ besides,  you  insufferable  dick.  i  was  just  joking. but  i  digress,  you're  acting  more  and  more  like  i  was  correct. ❞

―― 「 @kinghaargrove cont. from here 」

[kinghaargrove]

KINGHAARGROVE || independent, CANON DIVERGENT Billy Hargrove RP

SELECTIVE || multiship, multiverse. OC, canon, & crossover friendly

- HATE & DRAMA FREE ZONE - NO EXCEPTIONS -

mun & muse 18+ || minors DNI

must be 18+ (preferably 21+) to interact || see rules HERE 

[e1igius]

he didn't like being second best ; the valentine's day exploits that his friend had bragged about for days was not a deed that he himself , enjoyed. huckleberry had only slept with one person ; the girl was engraved in his mind like a melody. he wasn't sure what to do with ? when being honest with himself , he'd certainly pleasured himself to the memory but --- for the most part... the idea of having to being a new interaction with the opposite sex to receive something that was while enjoyable not fruitful in anyway felt ingenuine. still , billy had asked him to stay a week longer than he'd wanted. and yet on huckleberry's last day in hawkins he was no where to be found. it was irritating. being considered second best to a dick wetting was something that ground his gears in the depths of his soul. he had always been second best. at everything. his father reminded him of it daily , he'd made the football team varsity but why hadn't he been offered a scholarship to his father's alma mater , he'd made recon but why couldn't he have been a navy seal. everything he did always fell one step short of expectations , and it seemed it was that way even with hargrove. that's why billy had other friends , and huck had no one.

so he sits , by the phone just waiting for billy to finish fucking. his mother's called him downstairs to eat multiple times already. but he doesn't want to go. ( she already thanked him for flowers --- what else did she need ). instead he talks to his platoon mates about when they have to pick him up tomorrow , smiling softly at the idea that he'll be back in california soon , somewhere where things make sense. where he doesn't have to worry about being second best to anything. somewhere he's appreciated. somewhere he excels.

it's not the phone that rings , but rather the door. and the nineteen year old bursts from his room , jumps down the stairs skipping about five steps on his way to answer it. mother vaguely yells at him to slow down , and he hears a beer bottle hit the wall near where his head had been not five seconds ago from his father. ( he'd have to clean that up ). he opens the door and steps outside without a second thought. not really caring who it was as long as it gets him out of the house. he's surprised to see him. he certainly hadn't expected billy to actually show up at his place after huck had told the younger teen to go fuck himself for ditching him on his last day here. it's then that he catches the hickies hidden masterfully at the edge of his collar , blue eyes fill with rage as he crosses his arm. what is he ? a secondary source of entertainment ? ❝ if y'want pillow talk , go find your other blonde whore. i'm sure byrone would love to see you. ❞ he rolls his eyes and pushes past he's not sure where he's going. but not home , and not here. ❝ and don't say you were stuck at your dad's , that dog don't hunt. ❞

@kinghaargrove gets valentine's day stuff.