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kisses and other sweet things (part 2) -- billy the kid x cowgirl!reader

hey party people :) posting this when I should be studying HAHA

send good vibes for my civil procedure final tomorrow many thx <3

I watched the scene where billy and ollinger fight and this very much inspired it lol enjoy

as always, warnings: smuuuut, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), dom!billy, brat!reader, violence, blood, pussy slapping, overstimulation

thank you all for reading!!! I love you all so much!!!!

ANYWAYS... part two:

neither one of you told… but it didn’t take long for the others to sniff the air and have an inkling for how the wind changed overnight.

in all honesty, it was billy’s fault.

the man found every way to remain close enough to be considered by your side since that night.

he would sit by you at dinner. he wouldn’t touch another woman. he always looked at you when he told a joke. he always looked at you when someone else said something funny. that joyful twinkle in his eye was reserved for you, and only you, and everyone had picked up on it. not to mention — he’d not only check his horse — but yours as well.

everyone knew what was up. everyone. absolutely everyone.

billy made it abundantly clear without even uttering a word that you two had participated in something similar to carnal relationship.

…but, in all honesty, you didn’t mind.

you would’ve preferred to talk about it, sure. what prevented you from bringing that up to billy was that you didn’t have to pry respect and loyalty out of him — the man just did it, and because he wanted to. it was… okay, fuck it — you have to admit it to yourself: it was nice. billy the kid showing you slightly more than common decency and general enjoyment of your company was nice. you were worried about bringing it up to him at the idea of losing the potential staple of someone having your back, and them trusting you enough to have theirs.

you were fucked. totally fucked. absolutely fucked. no way around it.

the man was a mysterious fuck, as well — looked at you like you were an angel, but has fucked you like even the devil would avert its eyes from the debauchery. respected in the streets, and disrespected in the sheets — every woman’s dreams.

the one unfortunate aspect was… the others. you can usually ignore everyone, and anything — only way to get through life. however, the severity of the teasing had begun to worry you.

it first began with a curt up-down look of when billy always found his way to dismount from his horse and walk next to you. it wasn’t like he was guarding you, no… neither was he following you like a puppy. it was like there was a new form of respect there — and given the fact that most of the men still looked at you like you were just a silly girl, they noticed it. for a split second, in your stupid mind, you thought it would maybe make the rest of the men treat you better — but how could you ever think that? you rolled with these guys because their very existence was about disrespect and taking for themselves.

billy had made you bot outsiders — more than you already were.

like… maybe you weren’t together… but you had each other. you weren’t sure if you could count on him yet — but his actions were… well, they confused you. and you weren’t sure if it was a good or bad confusion yet.

there had been very few moments of privacy, so you were not able to catch him alone and speak about what happened. at first, you figured you both would go about your lives as usual… not wanting to expect too much from a man who appeared to live as he wanted when he wanted to. however… you didn’t expect that how he wanted to live his life was, well — apparently by your side.

unfortunately, thinking things over was not a freedom given to you without obstacles. many of them began giving you and him looks — and then the teasing started. instead of being known by name or a nickname, the men could be heard calling you “billy’s girl” in hushed tones.

you feared the day they finally bucked up the jewels and called you his whore. you knew it was coming — you didn't want it to happen, but you knew it was. you couldn't afford to be naive.

if anyone else called you his girl — you might’ve blushed. you almost relished in it. however, when men who barely respected women called you that and you both worked with them — you knew they didn’t mean it fondly. it annoyed you, especially when you hadn’t been able to even talk about it with billy.

were you his girl? were you a fling? would billy fuck another woman if given the chance? and honestly, did he tell anyone?

questions ran through your head with very few conclusions approaching. you thought their teasing would be the worst of the worst — until it wasn’t.

no… the worst was when billy had fought one of them.

a few days after the teasing had begun to get bad, you had finally stopped at another boarding house and bar with the other boys. you figured you would retire early and let them have their fun — but that would not be the case.

when you eventually had drank your share of booze and went upstairs when the girls came around, that was when ollinger had opened his big, fat mouth.

“when billy’s done, can i get a turn?”

you froze in your tracks.

this was your worst fear — losing their respect. you had worked tirelessly to earn it, and there had been times where you felt like you never did. you may never have had their actually respect, the kind they give to men — but they never did something like that. and when all of them laughed, and began to hoot and holler — that’s when you knew where you stood with them.

fucking billy.

but that wouldn't stop you, no. they brought you on because you were a pretty thing with claws — and that's what they were going to get.

“known you longer than i’ve known him. can’t say you’ve ever peaked my interest,” you spat as you turned around to face him from a few feet away. “don’t know if you’re man enough.”

he stood then, eyes wild. he held the neck of a bottle in one hand and immediately took a swig, appearing to ignite the fire in his eyes and the aggression in his steps toward you.

“you want me to show you a real man, sweetheart?”

you took a step forward, afraid to back down. you narrowed your eyes at him. “you want me to show you how i’m a better shot than you, sweetheart?”

he stepped closer to you then. you didn’t budge — you weren’t sure if that was out of pride or fear. when he stepped closer, the stench of liquor leaked from his mouth like smoke from a wildfire. a smirk was plastered on his face, and staying still and silent was the only thing you could do to hold your ground.

“you know what that makes you, right?” he spat in a low tone. “makes you billy’s whore.”

you couldn't help it — your face twisted with shame and anger. your vision was going almost as red as ollinger's, and you weren't sure if both of you would survive the next action that came from you. before you could process the impact of his words, let alone respond — billy spoke up.

“shut your mouth, ollinger.”

your eyes flickered over to where billy stood with his hands balled at his sides.

ollinger took another swig of his bottle before he turned and stalked over to billy. billy didn’t flinch, but simply watched a drunk ollinger try to keep his cool. the entire group watched — and waited.

“you don’t tell me what to do, boy,” ollinger sneered, clutching his bottle. “you ain’t special. i ain’t never seen anything special about you.”

billy reached for his gun, but did not pull it out. billy’s hands were shaky, and that’s when you realized it — he was drunk too. “alright then — let’s fight it out.”

“i ain’t fightin’ you with a gun.” ollinger brushed off billy’s comment with another careless swig of his drink. “you ain’t that important.”

“then let’s fight with our fuckin’ fists.” billy discarded his gun and the belt it was usually kept in. “like men.”

ollinger’s eyes showed a peak of interest.

your eyes… well, they showed terror.

ollinger walked towards billy with a dip of his chin that suggested he would enjoy the aspect of hurting billy more than winning anything over billy. ollinger already thought he was better than billy, he didn’t need to win anything — but that look in his eye? when predator was threatened by another?

without his gun, you were worried for billy. frankly, billy should’ve shown it — or at least you thought he would. ollinger had at least a decade of years, strength, and experience on billy. not to mention — ollinger has also had a vendetta against billy since they met.

ollinger immediately threw of his belt. “i’ll beat your ass any day.”

as ollinger drained the rest of the bottle, you could hear the hollering of the other men around you as they drew closer. ollinger threw the bottle to the ground and stalked towards billy.

as billy was about to start pulling off his vest, you stepped up to intervene.

you’d at least like to talk to him before he died.

however, jesse stepped in front of you. “can’t get in the way of two men fighting, doll.”

you raised your eyebrow at jesse. “ill cut your cock off.”

jesse only laughed, but kept his arm outstretched in front of you.

with years of experience… you thought ollinger would fight fair — but he caught billy with a jab before billy could get his vest off. you lunged for the pair, but jesse and some of the others held you back.

you didn’t know what to do. sure, you believed in billy — but the man had a tendency of getting his shit rocked in hand to hand combat.

ollinger let out an excited battle cry — and your hate sank into your stomach. billy struggled to get up as you fought against jesse.

“come on, billy!” ollinger baited. “come on, billy!”

you watched the look in billy’s eyes then — assessing the threat. billy immediately dodged a punch over his head, came back up, and started slamming ollinger’s head against a wooden post.

the excitement of the men around you slightly died as they realized that billy didn’t fight like other men — he had no interest in punching, or relishing in getting a lick in. he went straight for a possible kill shot, grunting as he hoped to subdue ollinger.

there would be no stopping either of them. you relented against jesse’s arm, staring at the two men. your mouth parted in horror, and your stomach dropped at the sight.

billy eventually threw him over the picnic table like he was nothing more than a sack of flour. his grunts were predatory — powerful and fucking masculine. fighting was fun for ollinger — but this? this? for billy? this was necessity. he didn’t care about asserting dominance — he cared about being left the fuck alone. he needed to make sure ollinger never fucked about him again. dominance was worth nothing if you didn't have survival.

billy, still intoxicated, stumbled over to where he had thrown ollinger — but ollinger was too quick. he grabbed billy by the boot and threw him back. billy landed on his ass, and you watched in fear as ollinger stomped toward him. his eyes were wild and his mouth was curled into a bloody snarl. you wanted to get involved, you knew you should’ve — but what could you do? this was what happened when you rolled with men like this — they had to fight this out themselves, or they would become everyone’s problem. you hated it — every fucking minute of it — because this problem started with ollinger’s disrespect for you and how you could cut his jewels off before he could even get a kiss in. poor billy…

but not poor billy.

no, not poor billy — because when ollinger stood over billy, billy kicked him so far backwards that ollinger then stumbled and fell on his ass.

billy was up in an instant, stumbling, and smacked the absolute shit out of ollinger with an open palm. ollinger flew backwards for a second time that night, and suddenly the men grew more excited watching the fight. all you could do was trail behind them — worried.

billy walked up to the porch and stood above ollinger, but ollinger’s wounded pride had gotten the better of him. he took billy by the cloth of his shoulders, and slammed him repeatedly against the wooden wall of the outside of the house. jesse and his friends were cheering on billy, but all you could hear was his pained grunts. and then, just then — the moonlight had caught billy’s face just right. his eyes were screwed shut as the pain registered from the blow — and blood was pouring down from his nose and into his mouth. billy fell against ollinger in exhaustion, and that was when pat garett started cheering louder and louder.

“please,” you whispered, helpless.

in an instant, billy had gotten his elbows up and clutched the shoulders of ollinger’s shirt. with (basically) a battle cry, he willed himself to push ollinger off of him, in front of him, and then in through the doors of where all of the other men were with their women.

you followed jesse, pat, and the others.

billy and ollinger immediately crashed into the floor of the house with grunts and screams. the men once getting blown or ridden were now cheering on the fight, and the women above them or at their feet were stunned and confused — worried about getting hit.

this time — billy had gotten up before ollinger. ollinger may have had years of experience on billy, but years were years: ollinger was old, and exhausted. billy stood up and began laying overhead punch after overhead punch onto ollinger.

“get up, ollinger!” he yelled, eyes black. “get the fuck up!”

immediately, billy pulled back. like you had thought — he didn’t need the kill shot, but he needed the threat subdued. billy was breathing heavy, he was bleeding… you were so worried for him. jesse pushed past you and grabbed billy’s arm, raising it above his head.

“boys, we got a winner!” jesse cheered before everyone followed in suit.

billy fell back against the nearest bed and sat down. it just so happened that was a bed that your oldest friend was sharing with a woman. stunned, the woman grabbed billy by the shoulders to steady him. she wiped some of the blood off of his face with his shirt. you were thankful — but then her smile turned big when she realized how handsome he was.

your blood boiled.

you watched at his big eyes darted up to her face as he tried to regain his composure. he took one look at her face, your friend, and got up.

he spat once on the floor, cleaning his mouth of any excess blood. over his shoulder, he threw, “no hard feelings, ollinger.”

and started straight towards you.

you stood there, in the back behind everyone, frozen in place. billy was in front of you in as little as five strides. thankfully she had wiped his face — because he only tasted vaguely like blood when he grabbed you by the face and pressed your lips to his.

he cupped your face with one hand, but it held you in place like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. with his finger stroking your cheek, you kissed him with every bit of fear, frustration, and excitement you had in you. your lips folded together like you two were the only ones in the room — and like everyone in the room wasn’t cheering for the clear winner of the fight, and the kiss with the girl the fight was started over.

billy had stood up for you. the one man who had actually ever done that.

against your lips, he whispered. “i know you could handle himself yourself — but you shouldn’t have had to.”

you giggled against his lips, yours stretching into a wide grin. he pecked your lips a couple of times, unable to get enough of being the only one to be able to do this. he replied, “never had much taste for these girls — had a different one in mind.”

“you gonna take her somewhere private, cowboy, or what?” you asked.

billy’s eyes twinkled with mischief before he bent low, and hauled you over his shoulder. your feet kicked in front of him as you struggled to hold your hat in place and keep your balance. you were shouting at him, but nothing could be heard over your giggles or everyone else’s whistling. with one firm arm circling your hips, keeping your ass in place with his massive hand, he kicked open the doors and brought you upstairs.

“billy, if you don’t put me down —“ you laughed, breathlessly. threats were futile. “i swear —“

“shhh, sweetheart — you know i’ll take care of you,” he responded.

billy found an empty bedroom and immediately went to work. he sat you down on a low dresser and immediately started going for your riding pants and shirt. you kicked off your boots and shimmied out of the fabric as billy stood over you.

with one hand pressed to your cheek, he kissed you once more. you pulled away to smile at him. you spoke, “thank you… for what you did.”

“ollinger needs to know when to shut his mouth,” he spoke, engulfing you in a kiss once more. “should’ve made a move if he was jealous. now i’m the only one who gets to have my face between these pretty thighs.”

he pulled you by the hips so you were almost hanging off the edge, your feet flat against the wood of the dresser. you were breathless as your head began to swim. billy got down on his knees, parted your thighs, and dove for your slit.

your head immediately hit the wall. you wanted to arch your back — keen towards him — but you had limited mobility. you were at the mercy of the man before you who was lapping at your clit like nothing else existed. you should've been worried about his injuries, the dried blood on your face... but you couldn't. you didn't. billy was satisfying every bit of desperation you had felt since that night and you were too strung out to fight him. strained moans left your lips as your hips began to buck into his face.

“billy, stop…” you whined. “i want you inside me…”

he didn’t listen. the man kept his tongue drawing all kinds of messy, wet circles around your sensitive bud that pulled every dirty whine out of you. in an instant, billy pushed two fingers into you and immediately started pumping them. you lost your breath — and your ability to speak coherent sentences as well. he was tapping against your upper wall, pining for that sweet spot that was gonna make you sing for him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried. one of your hands found his tangled mess of curls and fisted your fingers through them. billy’s tongue was thick, hot, and the roof of it was rough as he shook his head against your center, increasing the friction. your hips and legs were spasming uncontrollably as a warm feeling spread from your abdomen. “jesus christ — you’re so mean.”

the air seemed to shift in that moment, but you were so lost you couldn’t comprehend. billy wrapped his cracked lips around your clit, and pulled at it and sucked. hard.

your eyes screwed shut as a cry vibrated through your chest and into your throat. it hurt, god it hurt, but in the most bittersweet way you could imagine. it was like pain and comfort all in one, delivered by the same hand, driving you into submission. every blood vessel was throbbing, throbbing, throbbing for billy’s movements and you couldn’t regain control — and you weren't sure you wanted to.

he suddenly pulled away. “you think i’m mean, sweetheart?”

his blue eyes pierced into yours when he picked up his head to face you. his eyes were raised in a manner that suggested he expected a response, but you were still in your daze. your eyes were glossy, your lips were puffy and parted, hoping he'd answer his question for you.

billy didn’t like that. with his free hand, he slapped your clit.

your body jolted, surprised at the sensation. it made your breath catch in your throat as all of your senses were on red alert... but it only made your pussy throb harder.

“billy…” you whispered, tears coming to your eyes. “you’re teasing me.”

his dry thumb began to rub circles around your sensitive clit, and the mixture of your slick and the rough skin of his dumb drew you into his control. in that moment — in that raw, vulnerable moment — you couldn’t think of anything else besides billy, and getting him to make you cum.

“mean, that it, sweetheart?” another slap to your clit. “you want me to show you mean?”

even in your haze, you were a brat at heart. with a smirk, yet shaking from how sensitive you were, you smirked at him. “don’t think you can.”

in an instant, he was on his feet. you struggled to ring out your tense muscles and stand with him, but billy wasn’t having it. he flipped you around so you were on your stomach on the dresser, legs hanging over the edge. billy pulled your hips up for you to stand on your toes, forcing your ass into the perfect position for him.

“slut for only me, huh?” he asked, kneading the skin of your ass in his hands. he slapped it once, twice, thrice — ripping little squeals from your petal pink lips. his thumb found its way into the outer folds of your pussy, barely entering. “won’t throw even a pity glance at anyone down there — but something about me just gets you this wet.”

he pushed his thumb into your sopping wet hole, and you squealed. you held onto the dresser to give yourself leverage to push yourself into his hand, but one of his hands held down your lower back.

“more, please…” you whispered.

“that smirk made me think you don’t deserve it,” he spat, still playing with your pretty pussy.

“billy —!” you screamed with exasperation. “please!”

with his thumb still in your pussy, billy leant down and wrapped an arm around your throat. with your neck in the crook of his elbow, he pulled your back to arch up towards him. billy placed his lips right by your ear, and spoke, “is that who’s got you this worked up, baby? huh? me? be sweet, and maybe i’ll kiss those pretty tears away.”

you hadn’t even noticed it — but he was right. your cheeks were stained with tear streaks that made them damp. with broken breaths, you spoke, “please — i promise.”

he began to pump his thumb into your pussy, while his other fingers worked light circles around your clit. “promise what?”

“that i’m — that i —“ you couldn’t get the words out. you were a struggling mess — clinging to the dresser with the little strength in your hands you could muster, and completely at the mercy of billy’s hold. his breath was hot against your face as heat rose throughout your body. “i —“

“fucked so dumb you can't use your words?”

“fuck —“ you cried, already almost succumbing to the feather light touches on your clit. “you’re the only one, billy — only one — please, just let me cum.”

“yeah?” he grunted. “gonna take what i give you?”

“anything, billy —“ you gasped. “please — just want you.”

billy kept his promise. he pressed his lips against your cheek, pushing your head slightly to the side. every muscle in your body was taut with trying to remain balanced and stay perked for every one of billy’s moments. his fingers in your clit began working faster and harder, and your body began to shake. you were so sensitive to everything around you — his kisses, his chokehold, his heat on your back, his fingers buried deep in your folds. you bucked his hips back into his hand, and everything exploded.

without billy’s hold, you would’ve collapse into the dresser. your knuckles were white as they bent, causing your nails to rip at the wood of the dresser. you back was arched completely towards the ceiling as you tried to remain in position. billy was whispering nasty, nasty, nasty things in your ear that coupled with your delicious moans.

“that’s it, baby, just keep cumming for me,” he rasped, groaning in your ear. “can be such a brat — but she’s got the prettiest pussy. i know what makes my girl tick.“

“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you cried, falling against billy’s shoulder. the world melted before you. your eyes were drifting open and closed. the haze had consumed your brain, and each of billy’s movements made a whine well up behind your closed lips. “fuck, billy, i can’t —“

his fingers didn’t stop, and you felt like you were about to collapse. “oh, sweetheart, too much for you?”

you were practically fucking sobbing at this point. “n-no-no—“

“greedy, baby,” he said, licking at your cheek. “thought you were gonna take everything i gave you?”

“your cock, billy — please —“

“naw, sweetheart,” he said stroking your cheek. “think you’re in over your pretty little head. can’t take anymore.”

“no, no, billy — i want your cock so bad —“ your whines were music to his fucking ears.

“yeah, baby?” he asked, shimmying off his pants. “you want my cock? think you can handle it?”

“i can, i can, i can —“ you chanted, your head swimming. you felt billy’s hands spread your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands. his cock slipped in through your folds until he bottomed out, pressing his hips firmly against your back side.

with billy’s mouth still so close to your ear, he rasped, “sucked my cock into you, doll. couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

you arched your backside into his hips, eagerly hoping to meet every thrust. billy had once hand holding your hips down, and the other was clutching the soft, supple skin of your throat. you could hear every labored breath of his, mixing with your own. this position was unlike any other: from the back was usually reserved for women of the night, but holding you? in such an intimate manner? with his lips dragging across the skin of your cheek? waiting for how you reacted to his touch?

you were a mess. mud in his hands — dirty and messy and everywhere —needing him to keep you together.

“nothin’ feels better than you inside me, billy,” you whined.

“i know, darlin’, i’ll always take care of you,” he groaned, lips pulling at your ear lobe which sent your nerve endings on fire. “don’t know how you do it t’me. y’let me, and i'll always be back in between these pretty thighs.”

the groan you let out was hoarse in the most feminine way. your hair was splayed out all around you, cascading down your back. with every thrust, your nipples, taut, hit the cool wood of the dresser and mirrored the smallest bit of pain you needed to leave reality. your skin was flushed and tainted with every touch and caress from billy he gave you. when he saw the blush on your cheeks, and the tears staining your long lashes — he could’ve come right then.

his girl. his pure, fucked out, sweet and scary girl. all his. a force to be reckoned with, but the prettiest sight to see. and you were all his.

however, he wasn’t through with you yet.

no. he was so mean, and he knew it — but he didn't care.

not when he had finally had you after so long.

it was right then that billy promised himself he would never neglect you for so long ever again. he knew that no one had ever touched, fucked, or loved you like he did. he knew that you never let anyone even get as close to him as you let him that night, and he would never forget that — nor would he be so careless as being ungrateful.

his girl — flushed, pink, and finally being able to know what it means to be so vulnerable with a man that she would never know an orgasm like this. he would set the fires of hell on anyone around you if it meant that you could feel this free, so wild, so yourself for the rest of your life. he knew what he had to do next.

he pulled out, and flipped you over so you were back against the wall and sitting up. he immediately stepped in between you and pushed your thighs and legs up so your calves would rest on his shoulders.

“need to feel how deep that pussy can squeeze me,” he grunted, pressing his cock into your folds.

you moaned at his words and movements, practically sand at this point. your body was numb and on fire and in water all at the same time — leaving you completely out of control. all you needed, no — craved was billy sending you over the edge. over the edge, please, over, over, over, need it billy, a pathetic mess you were, but neither of you would change it for the world.

billy began pistoning his hips into yours and you immediately leaned forward to grab onto his bulging biceps. you felt every hot breath hit your face with every thrust. the room was so hot, stuffy, humid, and yet you didn’t want it to end. all you could feel was your tight, soft walls squeezing the living hell out of billy and his beautiful cock.

“‘m gonna cum, billy,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut.

“yeah, ‘cause you’re a good girl f’me, huh?” he bit. “always takin’ everything i give her. takes my cock so well.”

“only for you, baby,” you cried again, throwing your head back against the wall.

“oh — i don’t think so, sweetheart.” his thumb immediately went to your clit, drawing rough circles on the overstimulated rosebud. "i get to see those pretty eyes when you cum."

your body immediately went taut, sitting up. the slight shake of your limbs was apparent to both of you, and you let out little gasps because of how far you were driven from reality. his cock was pounding against that one sweet spot that made your knuckles white and your teeth bury themselves into the plump of your bottom lip.

“can’t,” you cried, tears beginning to flow once more. "oh, baby — i can't, i can't..."

“i know this pussy can handle it,” he bit. “what happened to being sweet, sugar? huh? goin’ back on your promise?”

his words were the last thing you heard before your body fell mercy to uncontrollable ecstasy. your mind, numb, was thrown back and forth between the throws of passion and the pull and push of billy’s hands bruising the flesh of your hips. you pressed your forehead to billy’s, sobbing through your gritted teeth. tears were pushing through your shut, wrinkled eyelids, and all you could hear was billy begging — coaxing that last orgasm out of you.

billy had won the fight, and he had earned every fucking orgasm he had given you that night. he needed it, he earned it, and he would not be denied it. testosterone was mixing with his blood, making his veins pound, and all he could think about how the scary and sweet girl he won a fight for was weak and needy for his touch.

desperate for a comfort that she hd only allowed him to give her.

he detached your foreheads so your faces were almost pressed together, sides of your noses touching. his lips were brushing against yours — but they weren't kissing you, no. instead, they were reminding you of exactly who you belonged to.

“sweetest fuckin’ girl i know.”

"luckiest guy in this whole thing — you get that? all fuckin' jealous of me."

“knows exactly what to do to fuckin’ please me.”

“pussy just won’t stop cumming, sugar? bet you hate me so much, huh?”

with one final pull of pleasure in your muscles, you screamed his name with a sob. a fucking sob. you were drenched in sweat, your own slick, and tears. fucking tears. they were everywhere — down your cheeks, your neck, and all over billy. your hands found the hair at the back of his neck, and you weaved your fingers through the tendrils for stability.

that was when billy’s orgasm hit him: when you were so weak you could do nothing but cling to him and cry for his touch.

the throaty groan that rumbled through his chest was unlike anything you ever heard. it was animalistic — a primal need was satisfied and everything in his body was singing at the release. he clutched your body to his and your skin warmed at the embrace. he delivered three final pumps into your puffy, pink pussy, and you couldn’t do anything besides take it. you didn't want to do anything else besides take it. the sound of his moans sent every hair on your body standing at attention and your fingers were stroking his soft skin for comfort.

“that’s it, baby,” you whispered, cockdrunk. “love when you're the only one that gets to use me like this.”

at that, he knew you'd be the death of him. he accepted it, and he was okay with it. — happy, even.

you were peppering kisses all over the side of his face as he was coming down from his high. a sleepy haze settled over his eyes, but instead he captured your lips into one final embrace.

“this is the second time this evening i’ve had my shit rocked tonight, darlin’, all because of you,” he whispered. “no dull moment with you, huh?”

“never, baby,” you whispered, letting your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned against him.

“good thing you’re mine,” he quipped, pressing a long and hard kiss to your cheek. “never could share a sweet thing like you.”

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im buzzing after that

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[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn’t aware of)

Word Count: 1.2k

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A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this series so far, it’s going to be a long one! Let me know in the comments what you think about it thus far, what your favourite chapter is, or even part of a chapter. It makes my day reading your guys’ comments (: and it motivates me more to do more chapters! Also, I’m almost at 100 followers and I couldn’t be any more grateful 🥹 I’m thinking that once I hit the 100 mark, I’ll write a short story for said 100th follower of their choice! Or you guys can request any character for me to write about and a prompt on my page, it’ll make it a lot easier lol. Thank you ☺️ I hope you like this chapter!

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Chapter 6

The atmosphere was quickly illuminated by red, white and blue hues as the now-new crime scene unfolded in front and inside of your house.

“Jesus, (Y/n), what happened?” Tatum sprinted to your side, maneuvering under the caution tape and into your living room.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in slow-soothing circles, stress appearing in dark patches under your eyes.

“He was here…” You whispered, traumatized as the image of Steve’s heart flickered in your memories.

“Tatum, you shouldn’t be here. This is official police business, now.” Dewey scolded his younger sister, walking up beside her.

“Ugh, as if…” She rolled her eyes, “She’s staying with Sidney and I tonight. I was coming to pick her up…”

“That was still happening… even after the fight Sidney and I had?” You looked up at Tatum, momentarily forgetting about all the fuss that was going on around you.

“Yep, it’s a good thing too.” Tatum chuckled, sitting next to you. “I don’t care what happened between you and Sid earlier, you were my friend first and I’ll be damned if I let a bitch-fit between the two of you get in the way.” She nudged your shoulder, playfully. You smiled, but it quickly faded, hearing the staticky-voice over Dewey’s walkie-talkie.

“Dewey, you might want to come see this.” Sheriff Burke spoke, concern coaxing his words.

Your stomach twisted in all sorts of directions, squeezing tightly at the acid that was forming in it, causing it to travel up to your esophagus. You were ready to vomit, but you swallowed it, fighting the feeling, not wanting to go anywhere by yourself.

You wondered what Sheriff Burke meant.

“Right away, Sir.” Dewey spoke into his device, walking into the direction of where his boss was.

“So, what exactly happened, ( N/n)?”

“I got a phone call, then it quickly escalated from there…” You placed your hands over your face, futilely attempting to suffocate yourself with the pressure. “I thought nothing of it at first, but I-I was already getting the heebie-jeebies from the call, but he sounded genuine, so I ignored the feeling and kept talking to him…” You brought your hands to your lap, looking at Tatum, “Then the ph-phone went silent and at that exact moment, my doorbell r-rang…” You stumbled your sentence, struggling to find the proper words to continue explaining. “I was hesitant, so I peeped through the eyehole, trying to see if anyone was lurking about, but there was no one.” You sighed, “I decided I’d open the door, and you know, maybe get a better look, again, there was no one.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, take it easy..” Tatum tried to comfort you and brought you into a hug, you were quick to wrap your arms around her, squeezing her, as you whimpered.

“Th-There was this box, and I didn’t think twice before I brought it into my home… oh, god.” You sobbed, “His heart was in it, Tatum, his fuckin’ heart!” Your voice broke.

“Hold on, whose heart?” She asked, baffled by what she was hearing.

“Steve’s.” You let out a quiet mewl, hugging Tatum tighter.

“How do you know?”

“Because he said it in the note and I-I believe it.” You sobbed yet again, “That’s not e-even the worst part…”

As bad as that may sound, it was true, the heart in the box wasn’t your main concern, but the fact that he was watching you, that he admitted it over the note that he had sloppily written, that he stated it over the phone; he was there, he could have been in your house the entire time, waiting for a moment to strike.

You could have been his next victim, the next book Gale Weathers would’ve written about. However, what’s even more concerning is that you thought it was sweet that he’d given you one of your biggest heartbreaks in a box. Pun intended.

The killer gave you Steve Orth’s heart; the guy that gave you both hell and pure bliss behind closed doors. The guy who seen you at your most vulnerable, the one who continued to defile you even when he was in a relationship.

You had his heart, officially. That’s all you ever wanted, but that was months ago.

This was karma doing what she did best, revenge…

Did the killer know about the affair? The humiliation? Did he kill Steve just for you? No, he couldn’t have, but did he? Was he someone you knew? Probably not, but he could be. You’ll never know and it’s eating you up inside. Why make a grand gesture and not show who he is, or even give you a subtle hint of who it may be.

As much as it scared you, it also humbled you. It was romantic, but completely unnecessary, yet, you wanted to thank him. Thank the stranger; the killer, for doing God’s dirty work, or in this case, Karma’s.

What is wrong with you? For fuck’s sake, he killed two people, and probably will kill again. Why would you want to thank him for that, are you that depraved? Maybe.

“Earth to (Y/n)?” Tatum snapped her fingers in front of your face, startling you from the never ending thoughts that corroded your mind.

“S-Sorry, what?” You stuttered, wiping a single tear from your cheek.

“I thought I lost you there for a moment, Hun. Dewey wants to speak with you…” She smiled, lightly, nodding towards her brother who appeared out of nowhere.

“Okay.. yeah, y-yeah, for sure..” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

You pushed yourself off the couch, making your way to the kitchen with Dewey.

“We’re sending the heart and the box away for DNA testing to see if it actually is Steve’s heart, alright?” Dewey explained, “We also want to take the note…” He stopped, turning around, picking up some other object, “And this to see if the suspect had left any fingerprints.” He showed it to you, and you paled, but the colour soon came back to your face as you felt yourself blush.

You were met with a paper-white face with two hollowed eyes and a gaping mouth, it was a mask, a mask that looked utterly horrifying, yet, disturbingly attractive at the same time.

Was it wrong that you were starting to get wet from the sheer thought of a possible tall and muscular man killing for you, wearing this mask?

Probably, but you didn’t care.

You squeezed your thighs together, putting pressure on your heat, trying to not let it slide that the mask was getting you off.

“We found this outside in the bushes by your house.” Dewey said, “Have you seen it before?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, you’ve never seen that before in your life, you’d be sure to remember it if you did. Though, now that you did see it, it wasn’t going to leave your mind, especially with how it was making you feel.

‘It almost looks like a Ghost Fac—‘ You cut yourself off mid thought.

“G.F…” You mumbled at no one in particular, “That’s what it stands for, Ghost Face, the killer dubbed himself as Ghost Face…”

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[wild-lavender-rose-musings]

Thinking about lying with your head in Billy's lap, his hand in your hair, reading a book while he absently smokes a cigarette.

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[slayedx]

Should’ve Known Better Part 2

summary: billy rewards you for being a good girl during your punishment//can be read alone!

cw: creampie, spit, daddy kink, penetration, fem! reader, spanking, multiple orgasms

a/n: finally done!! hope y’all enjoy!

part one!

you can’t help but squirm in his hold trying to get your pussy closer to his face but he’s quick to stop you as his arms wrap around your legs holding you still.

“be patient brat” he snarls out “you were being so good; keep going so i can fuck this pussy” he says as he begins to peel off your underwear.

by the time he slips them down completely your chest is heaving with anticipation and you can’t help but moan at the cold air hitting your cunt.

“such a pretty fucking pussy” he whispers almost as if he’s talking to your pussy rather than anyone else

“look at this poor cunt, just waiting to cream on daddy’s tongue huh?” he says as he pins your legs apart before blowing cool streams of air on your sopping cunt before spitting down on your cute little clit.

he then moves his thumb to the bundle of nerves and begins to rub his own spit in while continuing to admire you god your little pussy was perfect.

you mewl at the contact before letting your head drop back, but he’s quick to stop you as he pulls away and pats the inside of your thigh

“need you on all fours princess, so i can eat this little pussy out right” he instructs you while he moves himself so you two can get situated.

in all truth he could’ve eaten your pussy out until you were crying in any position, but he loved to palm and squeeze on your ass while you tried to fuck back on his face, he could die a happy man eating you out like that.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts when his eyes meet your body your ass framing your little cunt perfectly while your back was arched showing your anticipation for what was going to come next.

he’s slow to move to you; like a predator stalking prey. his large hands grab the globes of your ass before pulling them apart to get a better look at your pussy

“fuck princess look at that” he says as he moves one hand to your clit using two fingers he presses down drawing circles on your clit as he watches your slit drool out more arousal. he mutters a small fuck before diving in.

he moves his tongue to your dripping slit before plunging his tongue inside you. you immediately moan at the contact; arching your back for more.

he fuck his tongue into your pussy as he continues to draw circles into your clit. his other hand palms your ass before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact but billy feels you tighten around his tongue.

he continues to slurp at your pussy while he adds more pressure on your clit. he feels you tighten around his tongue and hears your moans turn more whiny; easy tells that you’re close. but he’s not gonna let you cum that easy, so he pulls away with a gasp. you let out a loud whine at the lack of contact.

“daddy!” you whine as you pout back at him. he’s quick to shut you down with another slap to your ass and you whimper before ultimately settling down.

“your pussy is fucking addictive princess” he groans while licking his lips before repositioning himself on the couch so he’s leaning over you.

“you’re only gonna cum on my cock princess, got that?” he mutters in your ear while pumping his cock, and lining himself with your entrance.

“ok daddy, just need your cock please” you mewl out as you gaze up at him while trying to use your best puppy eyes so he doesn’t try to tease you further.

of course he knew your little begging act like the back of his hand, but damn did those puppy eyes work.

he swipes his cock a few times through your folds before plunging in you and bottoming out in one stroke.

“f-fuck daddy so deep” you cry out as your legs begin to shake from the stimulation. it’s like you feel him in your fucking throat.

he feels hard and heavy inside you as you try to not cum just from him putting it in; his thick cock immediately prodding at your g-spot.

while he groans out as he tries to get adjusted to the tight clutch of your pussy. you were so fucking wet and tight; your slick drooling out of your cunt wetting his balls while your pussy was clamped down on him.

“shit- princess you gotta calm down, let me in baby fuck-“ you mewl at his words as you try to will yourself to relax while he starts to pull out from your drooling hole before slamming back in; bullying his cock into your cunt before starting a steady pace.

“fuuuck baby, you’re creaming all over my fucking cock, are you gonna cum already?” he pants as he brings his hand to your ass squeezing at the fat; while he grabs your hips forcing you to fuck back onto him.

“please daddy please let me cum ‘m so close” you moan out. you feel him so deep inside you; pounding into your cunt with vigor. that combined with the occasional slap of your ass and his balls knocking against your clit was forcing you headfirst into a high.

“such a sensitive little thing cumming so fast, go on baby make a mess on my dick” he chuckles out as his words push you over the edge. your pussy clenches down on his cock and your moans increase in volume as you slump further into your arch.

“yeah baby milk that fuckin’ cock” he drawls out as he lays another smack on your ass causing you to twitch and moan out. he chuckles at your overstimulation while continuing to pound into your cunt chasing his own release.

“fuck baby you want me to cum in this pussy? gonna have you walking around stuffed full” he groans out as his pace becomes more erratic; his hands pushing you back on him with more power like you were nothing more than a little fuck-doll, but god did it feel good.

“fuck princess need you to cum one more time, squirt on this big cock and shit- then i’ll give you all my cum okay baby?” he almost whimpers out as he moves to hover over you while his hand finds your clit; applying pressure and rubbing slow circles.

“fuck daddy yes need your cum please need it ‘m gonna cum fuck-“ you squeal as you squirt all over him soaking his dick.

“shiiit baby -fuck yes squirt on that fuckin cock shit-“ he groans as he feels his balls draw up his abs tensing as he bites his lower lip. he pushes in as deep as he can go in your cunt: bottoming out with a grunt as he moans out. cum flooding your insides in streams as it begins to leak out and run back down his cock.

you both take a moment to come down from your intense highs before billy begins to pull out of you. you whine at the feeling as he coos down at you.

“i know princess let me get us cleaned up and then we can go take a nap alright baby?” he says to you as he turn you over so you’re laying more comfortably on the couch. he sees you nod but he can tell by your glazed over eyes that you had no idea what he said.

he had fucked you dumb, but that was okay because daddy will always be there to help.

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[cosmic-glow]

+18!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Notes: While returning from a party, you are apprehensive about the unknown car that follows you, little knowing that you knew the driver very well.

Warnings: Billy x fem!reader; dom!Billy x sub!reader; bad language; persecution; slap; NSFW.

The Halloween party at your friend's house had gone really well, her parents would probably kill her if they found out that she had thrown a party the night while they were away but you didn't really care about that right now, all you could focus on was the fact that it was cold and there were still more than 500 meters to go before you got home and your feet were already hurting. You could have called your parents and asked for a ride, but then they would have found out that you ran away in the middle of the night to go to a party.

The hot air coming out of your mouth formed white smoke in front of you. The road was silent and poorly lit, with each step you felt even more that you had made a bad choice, but the feeling got worse when you heard an approaching car start to slow down behind you. You looked over your shoulder, the car window was dark and didn't let you see who was behind the wheel, you didn't know anyone who had that model of car, much less recognized the license plate. You quickly looked at your watch, it was approaching 3 am. You cursed yourself as you quickened your pace, "stupid, stupid, stupid...".

The part of the road that passed through the long trees of the forest was left behind, now all that was around you was smooth pasture, if you tried to escape it wouldn't be too difficult for the car to follow you. Fear made you feel even colder, crossing your arms tighter against your body, managing to reach the knife hidden in your jacket... As if it would be very useful against a car, which was following at a very reduced speed behind you.

Looking surreptitiously around, your eyes fell on a house on some farm. You had no idea who the family that lived there was, but it was your best option, you would pretend it was your house and wait for the crazy person to leave, maybe knock on the door and ask the residents to call the police. The only problem was that the house was on the opposite side of the road from you, you would need to pass the car.

Waiting for the right moment, you gathered courage and hurriedly turned to cross in front of the car, taking advantage of the distance you managed to take. But the red car moved forward and stopped a few centimeters away from you, honking and shining a high beam in your eyes that forced you to close them and look the other way. When the light went down, you stared at the windshield trying to see someone, but it was useless. The driver's side window rolled down, a hand came out and gestured a long "no" with index finger before pointing forward, telling you to go straight. “Shit,” you thought, an icy shiver running through your body as something told you that whoever was on the other side of the steering wheel knew damn well where you lived.

Still in shock, you turned forward and went straight again, the farm behind you and your heart starting to rise up in your mouth. You analyzed the options you had, the blood that ran through your veins becoming cold with the fear that grew inside you. There was a small forest before arriving at your house, you remembered, you could hide among the trees, it was your last chance to lose that person.

The walk continued as before, the headlights of the car right behind you following you as you went, stretching your lonely shadow in front of you. Adrenaline began to heat up your body as approached the trees. When you were close enough to run, you went without thinking twice. The car engine roared behind you, the high beams illuminating everything in front of you, when were about to flee the car passed you like lightning, the tires sang with the curve it made to block your path, marking the asphalt, smoke rising and mixing with the night air. You froze, watching your last chance slip through your fingers.

Your heart began to beat even harder against your chest when the driver's door opened, on the other side, wild blonde hair with its back to you, when the figure approached, turning around and raising his head to look at you, you became even more confused, the man smiled at you when he saw the terror on your face.

- Were you trying to kill yourself, doll? - Billy said with a smug smile.

- What the fuck was that, Hargrove?!!

You and Billy had hooked up a few times, he was an asshole, but you couldn't deny that he had something that moved you, he could make you feel like no other boy had ever done before, and you hated him for it, that's why you two has nothing serious, but it seemed like every day that passed, the more he pursued you. The boy walked up to you, standing close enough for you to smell the strong scent of his perfume.

- You know I don't like you calling me that - he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him - But you know what I like even less? Seeing my girl in another guy's arms.

- What?

- If you continue pretending it will be worse, I saw you and Harrington at the party, you seemed to be having fun - the smile disappeared from his face.

It was true, Steve was drunk enough to shamelessly flirt with you today, he didn't leave you the whole party, not caring who was watching. But you didn't know Billy was there, you didn't even imagine that your friend had invited him, she probably didn't, Billy never needed an invitation to go somewhere.

- And what are you going to do if I say I was really having fun? - you crossed your arms.

Billy's jaw tensed, jealousy burning in his eyes, a strange smile forming on his lips, he clenched his fist at his side, controlling the urge to hold you against his body.

- Then I'll have to remind you of everything I make you feel - he leaned down to your ear - everything that only I make you feel.

In one quick movement, Billy reached down and grabbed your waist with one arm, easily throwing you over his shoulder while holding your thighs firmly with his other arm. You struggled and screamed for him to put you down, but all you got in return was a slap on your ass that burned along with the desire that was beginning to emerge between your legs, knowing where it would lead.

- Quiet - he said as he took you to the car.

You don't know how he managed to throw you in the back seat of the car without even giving you the chance to escape, when you sat down, the smell of a new car along with the smell of Billy's perfume and cigarettes invading your nose, the boy was in the doorway, hunched over and looking at you with a mischievous smile.

- Would my beautiful girl prefer me to fuck her in the car or in bed?

Your heart started pounding against your chest again, but now for another reason: anxiety. Without realizing it you bit your lip remembering how Billy could take you to heights, remembering the impetuous pace he always maintained you pressed one thigh against the other, already feeling how wet you were getting. Oh, God, you could hate Billy with all your might, but how you wished his hands were on your body.

- Where you think I will learn my lesson best - you finally replied, making his smile widen.

- That's my girl.

Sorry for any typos;

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i did something bad

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 02 of 13}

Billy Hargrove X Older!Reader

Word count: 2 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirting with you... Much less than Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

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A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

The Stupid Game

“He failed on purpose!” You burst out the moment you reach Tanya's table, dropping your bag on the empty chair next to you and sitting down across from her. The couple on a nearby table turns a little to look at you. “Can you believe it?”

Tanya puts her cup down, raising both hands at you. “It's barely ten in the morning. Slow down and explain to me what happened.”

“Billy Hargrove.” Showing off the papers, you speak his name slowly as if it explained everything. “We had five meetings scheduled, then a quiz, and if he went well, he wouldn't need me anymore. But he failed. On purpose.” You're perplexed, furious even. After all the time you spent helping him, the guy does this? Is he stupid or something?

“How do you know it was on purpose? And why do you have his test in the first place?”

No, you couldn't have his test, but who cares? “That's not the point! Look.” Tanya gives you a weird glance before taking the test and starting to read it. “So he marked option B on all the questions?” She shrugs. “Maybe he just thought it was the right answer.”

“Look beneath the last question.”

She passes the pages, and you know when she sees it because she raises her eyebrows. “A winky face.”

“A freaking winky face!” Throwing your hands in the air, you lean back on the chair. “What the hell is he doing? Trying to get my attention or something?”

“Why would you think that?” She hands you back the test.

“Because I think he flirted with me.” Crossing your arms, you look down for a while.

“Wait, wait, wait.” She giggles, pinching her eyebrows together. “You think? Why do you think that?”

“...Because after our last meeting, he said a lot of stupid things. And when I asked, he said he was hitting on me.” Speaking slowly, you focus on her face, waiting for a reaction. But it doesn't come. Tanya seems... Normal. Not completely shocked as you expected. “So?”

“So you think he flirted with you?”

“Look, that's not the point. Billy is the perfect bad boy, so he probably won't be into me for too long. And even so, there's a massive age difference... Anyway...” Sighing, you run a hand through your hair. “He can't do this. He can't fail on purpose and I'll rip his eye off for it.”

“Age difference?”

“Tanya, focus.”

“You said half a million things, I'm only analyzing it piece by piece.” She explains herself, quickly fixing her light brown hair in a ponytail. “What age difference?”

You love Tanya. The two of you paired up on the first day of college, and her advice is good. But that's not what you need to think about. Or not what you want to think about. But since she won't let it go until you talk about it, you decide to just be done with it. “I'm five years older than him, in case you never made the math.”

Tanya shrugs in a dismissive manner, taking another sip from her coffee. “So he's eighteen. It's completely legal.”

“Oh, my God, Tanya!” Your cheeks heat up and for some unknown reason, your heart starts beating a little faster. The last thing you wanna think about is... This. “Eighteen isn't a magical number. Just because he's eighteen it doesn't mean–”

”At eighteen we are legally considered adults. And five years isn't that much.”

“Tanya, for goodness sake, that's not the point.” With both hands on your head, you sigh.

“Look, the guy is trying to get your attention, that's obvious. He did that to get spend more time with you.” She plays with a finger, pointing at your face with a smirk on her lips. “So you gotta go and tell him how stupid this game is.” “Oh, honey, I will.”

“And tell him that he'll have to do something way better to get your attention, sister.” Tanya winks at you, and you roll your eyes. “I know you're not into quick relationships but I don't see the problem with just hanging out with a handsome guy and having fun.”

'As if I'd ever consider hanging out with a kid.” Taking your bag, you stand up. “I'll stop by the campus to retrieve a book and after that, I'll speak to Billy the idiot Hargrove.” Blowing her a kiss, you walk away.

“First of all...” She says, and you stop, turning around to look at her. “Being eighteen means he's an adult, that's a fact that you can easily check. And second, Billy definitely doesn't look like a kid. You can't deny it.”

“Yeah, I noticed. He's hot. But it doesn't change anything.” Waving at her, you decide not to think about Billy anymore. At least not until you meet him again.

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This time, you wait for him standing by your car. You know he has to take his sister home before coming back, so there's no reason to stay inside. And you don't want anyone else to hear what you have to say.

When you see his Camaro, you take a deep breath. He parks closer this time, taking one of the free parking spots reserved for teachers and staff. He's a rule breaker, that much you know.

“Hi, there,” Billy says with a smile, but you don't even move from your position, resting against the hood of your car.

“You failed on purpose.” You go straight to the point, handing the test over to him. “And don't even try to fool me, I'm not stupid.”

Billy takes the test from your hands, not even looking at it. “So you noticed.”

“Of course I noticed. After all the time I invested in you, I can't believe you did that. On purpose. And drew a winky face.” You raise your voice a little, hands on your hips.

“Why are you so mad? It's just a test and I know I can do better.” He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his face. “I just needed more time with you.”

“You failed a test so you'd spend more time with me?” Kinda sucks to know that Tanya was right. “That's the stupidest thing I've ever seen!” You're almost yelling, so you take a look around before lowering your voice and stepping closer to him. “I know guys like you don't give a shit about school, but if you keep doing that to get the attention of every girl you wanna go out with, you'll be held back and end up doing senior year all over again.”

“I only did that because I know I can recover, I'm not that stupid.” He seems a little insulted, and that's good. You need to speak some sense into his head. “And you made it clear wouldn't go out with me if I asked so I had to guarantee we'd have a bit more time.”

What the hell? Did you hear it right? Blinking a few times as your brain struggles to process what he just said, you gasp, running a hand through your hair. “Why do you even want to go out with me?” You were caught off guard again. You're not the type of girl to fall for someone's charm, not even Billy's. He is very handsome, but a guy needs more than that. And even so, there are just too many things standing in the way of any kind of... A deeper relationship with him. Out of the question. “As I said, I'm way older than you. And we're very different. I'm not into a one-time thing and I have heavy baggage...” Taking a deep breath, you throw a hand in the air. “You should put your efforts into someone your age.”

“God, you speak like you're twenty years older than me.” He scoffs, blue eyes fixed on you. Billy raises his hand, wiggling his fingers a little. “Five years, (Y/N). Stop being so dramatic over five damn years.”

“So now I'm being dramatic?” Chuckling out of nervousness, you step aside, putting some distance between the two of you. “I'm just using my head, Billy. Something you're not used to.”

“Ouch.”

“Didn't mean it like that. Ugh!” Covering your face with your hands, you put your thoughts together. “I tend to overthink, ok? Told you, huge baggage.”

“Look, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I almost had a mental breakdown the first time I saw you.”

“I know you say that to every girl, Billy.” Moving closer to your car, you wonder if you should just go. But then you remember he just got three more tutoring meetings with you because of that stupid test. So you're stuck with him anyway, for an hour.

“Would you listen first?” He snaps, and you raise an eyebrow, turning to face him again.

“Fine.” You breathe out, tired of this argument already.

“As I told you before, I don't have to compliment the girls I go out with. I just have to talk to them, set a time and place and-”

“Spare me the details, alright?” Cutting him off, you make a disgusting face, looking away from him.

“The point is, I don't have to tell them they're pretty, or hot or anything. It's just not necessary. But you... I want you to know.” Billy smiles, and you find yourself looking. Staring. Admiring... This smile is different and is genuine. And his lips are beautiful. Raising your eyes to meet his blue ones again, you blush, because you're sure he noticed where you were looking at. “And there's this... thing I feel about you. I have no idea what it is, but it's definitely something. And I wanna know what it is. As simple as that.”

You have no idea what to say. What are you supposed to answer? Where is Tanya to solve mysteries like this when you need her? “Well, I'm not going out with you.” You spit out because a date with Billy is... Out of the question. “We could hang out as friends, but not alone. And no fake <'friendly hang out'> when it's actually a double date. Nothing like that.”

Billy narrows his eyes a little and paces around. “Damn it.” He mutters under his breath.

“Sorry, but that's everything I can do. Going out as friends and... Talking, chatting, like two normal people.” You're using the word <friends> way too much.

But the question that doesn't leave your mind is: How much of what Billy said is true? And is it the same for you? Around him, you do feel a... Thing. A pull. His eyes have this electricity, but you're sure it's just because he's handsome. You're still a girl, and girls get nervous around handsome guys. That's only normal.

“That's not it.” He finally says after a while. “I heard my dipshit stepsister talking with her friends about going to the quarry on Saturday for some science stuff. The party is a small army so they won't fit all in one car, so she said something about needing another adult to drive them.”

“And?”

“I'm willing to... Offer to take her there you come with me. With us. Because we wouldn't be alone.”

“And why are you talking like this is such a great sacrifice?” Crossing your arms, you wonder if you should accept the invitation. He did come up with something really quick so that probably means he wants to go out with you. Can you assume that? Can you assume that about someone with his reputation?

“Because I don't enjoy spending my Saturday surrounded by nerds.” He sighs, jerking his head at you. “So? What do you say? Wanna babysit them with me? And whoever will drive the other half of the kids?”

You should say no. You should just end this right here, right now. But if you go, and spend some time with him, and actually talk, he'll realize sooner or later you're not what he's looking for.< If >he's even looking for something. “Fine.” You say, nodding. “Fine, Billy. Now let's get inside, we need to go through your test.”

“Actually, do you have a pen?”

Opening your bag, you quickly find one, handing it over to him. Billy uses the hood of your car as a table, quickly reading the questions and writing over them. After a couple of minutes, he gives you the paper, and, much to your surprise, he got almost everything right. “You only got four questions wrong.” “Well, I did fail on purpose. But since I got three more meetings, you better teach me something.” He gestures at the school and, biting back a smile, you start walking.

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“Maxine,” Billy calls as soon as he gets home. He can't even believe what he did, but it's too late to take it back now. He never thought he'd do something like that, agree to stay around the stupid kids just because of a girl. When the idea popped up in his head, he was genuinely perplexed. But it was the easiest way, and he wouldn't have to make something up with someone else just to convince her to come.

“What?” She yells from her bedroom, making Billy roll his eyes.

He makes his way there, pushing the door open. “I'll drive you to the quarry on Saturday. Just leave the passenger seat free because I'm taking someone with me.”

Maxine looks at him with a stupid face on. “You're gonna do what?”

“Last time I checked you weren't deaf.” “I don't want you there. You'll ruin the mood.” She looks down at her book again, taking notes in an old notebook.

“Look, I'm not asking. I told this girl I'd drive you and your gang there, and she said she'd come. So that's what it's gonna happen, so at least pretend to be thankful.” And he leaves, straight to his room, pushing the door close with a loud thud.

Billy can't remember the last time he did something he didn't like because of a girl. Wait. He never did anything he didn't want to do because of a girl. They never deserved such an effort, so why now? What is different now?

Billy takes a shower, trying to understand what's going on. It doesn't help, and by the time he had dinner and is locked in his bedroom again, he still doesn't have an answer. The only thing he knows is that (Y/N) is constantly in his mind, ever since he first saw her. He likes her voice, her bright eyes, and her smile has this shine he has never seen before.

This girl has a magnetic field of her own, Billy thinks as he tries to sleep. And its pull is strong. It just now hits that he didn't even ask if she has a boyfriend, but if she did, she'd tell him that right away. And now, he wonders why (Y/N) doesn't have anyone. Heavy baggage, she said. Well, Billy has one of his own, a past he doesn't like to visit or talk about. So he understands.

With all these thoughts in his head, he ends up dreaming about her.

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[bvckybanres]

going under - billy x reader

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!Reader 

Part: 1/?

Summary: Billy is just trying to forget. Y/n is just trying to hide. But sometimes life has a way of bringing people together. 

A short story of bruises, warm soup, and how a broken boy and lost girl somehow find each other in the middle of winter

i.

The first time Billy saw her he’d brought a girl with him to Skull Rock with the sole intention of using her to forget all about his hellish life back at home in his stupid house with his shitty dad, irritating step-sister and gutless step-mom . 

He recognised her instantly as the girl from across the street. 

She always wore the same combination of oversized sweatshirts and worn out sneakers. 

But this was the first time Billy saw her outside of their neighbourhood. He remembers seeing her out on the porch sometimes, usually with some thick book with too many words and a faded cover, but she’d almost always rush back inside the moment she noticed someone else outside, looking at her. 

It had been a little curious at first, but soon enough Billy had forgotten about her and moved on. Besides, he had more important things to worry about, like booze, cigarettes and getting the hell out of this shitshow of a small town. 

Not that his dad would ever let him get very far. 

Billy blows out a plume of smoke from the cigarette that was dangling between his teeth and puts a hand out to stop Cheryl - he thinks that's her name, anyway - from getting any closer. 

He wasn’t really in the mood to interact with anyone else. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He knows he can probably scare the girl away. Hell, he thinks if she even noticed their presence, she’d walk away herself, but Billy really wasn’t in the mood to even come into contact with anyone else today. 

Besides, he had to pick up Maxine from the arcade in an hour so he didn’t really have any time to waste scaring away strange girls sitting alone. 

“What the hell is that freak doing here?” Cheryl asked, scowling. 

“You know her?” Billy asked, surprise edging into his tone. 

Cheryl nodded. “She was in our graduating class. Y/n Y/l/n. She was always such a freak. She won the ‘biggest loser’ superlative, remember? Beat our Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson for it. Although, I guess Eddie has another million chances at winning that one since he’ll never graduate,” Cheryl laughed, rolling her eyes. “God, can she not hear us? Hello? Freak!” she spoke louder, taking another couple of steps forward. 

“I think she has a record in,” Billy scowled, running a hand through his hair. He could just make out the cord of a cassette player from the edge of Y/N’s hoodie when she turned her head a little to the side. He still couldn’t see her face, or what she was doing, but he’d bet his camaro she had a book in front of her. 

“Whatever,” Cheryl shrugged off Billy’s hand. “This isn’t a place for weirdos and freaks. Everyone knows what happens at skull rock. I’ll get rid of her.” 

She marches over and pulls the hood off Y/n’s head, startling her. 

She grinned as Y/n jumped and spun around, taking a few steps back away from Cheryl as she pulled her headset down around her neck.

“What do you think you’re doing here, freak?” Cheryl asked, leaning forward to jab y/n in the chest. “Think if you hang around her long enough you’ll see some action like a pervert?” 

“I…what? No! I was just reading,” Y/n stuttered, eyes widening as she potted Billy a few feet behind Cheryl. 

It was then that Billy and Cheryl noticed her jaw. A splattering of yellows and purples blooming along the left hand side. 

“The fuck happened to your face?” Billy asked bluntly. It was the first thing he’d ever said to her, he thinks. 

“Oh, uh, I fell,” she muttered, a pink tinge burning itself up along her neck and into her face. 

“And to think you couldn’t get any weirder,” Cheryl rolled her eyes. “I think I’ve just lost my appetite,” she sneered. “I’m going home. Call me later, Billy,” she said, running her hand down his arm as she flounced off back through the woods and into her car, leaving Billy alone with y/n. 

“I better get going too,” Y/n muttered, tucking her hood back over her head and dipping her chin down so no part of her face was visible. She bent down and picked up the book she had dropped and walked past Billy. 

He didn’t say anything as she passed, giving her a few minutes headstart before walking back to his own car. He’d go pick up Maxine early, he decided, trying to ignore the easy way the bruise flashed familiar eyes time he’d blinked. 

He’d sported enough of those himself, after all. 

But no. Y/n said she’d fell. Besides, Billy didn’t really give a shit about the girl - Y/n. As far as he was concerned, she didn’t even exist. 

And yet, when he got home that night, he couldn’t help sitting in his car for that extra ten minutes, watching the curtains flutter in the house across the street. 

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[wintersxani]

𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (P2) | Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

➺ Link to part one here

Warning(s): Jealousy, smut, praise, language, fluff, hair pulling, choking, p in v, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1695

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, mentions of Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Whilst still at Tina's party, Steve attempts to swoon you back, but you go with Billy instead.

At this point, you and Billy couldn't keep your mouths off of each other, nor your hands. You couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair as his traveled all around your waist, down to your ass.

Your lips moved perfectly together, fitting together like a puzzle- as if your lips were meant for each other's. His lips tasted like beer and cigarettes, but yours was sweet. And God, did he love it. "You taste so good." He mumbled against your mouth, softly pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

By now, Steve had followed Nancy to the dance floor, avoiding standing helpless, watching as some himbo practically devoured you. Sure, he was jealous. You had been his, but he made the decision to let you go. Now, seeing his rival grope you with his grubby hands sent anger throughout his body. He couldn't stand watching you let yourself be man-handled in a way he'd never done, and see you enjoy it so much.

"I think we ticked pretty boy off good." Billy mumbled, pulling away from you as his hands rested on your hips. "Good." You replied, smirking at the Hargrove boy in front of you. "Do you um... do you have a condom?" You asked, a mischievous smile slithering onto Billy's face as he raised his eyebrow at you; "Do you even have to ask?" He responded, hoisting you off of the counter. "It's in my car, wait here for me."

You nodded in return, watching as he eagerly paced out of the house. Your heart was beating harder than you swore it had ever done before, an enticing thrill wallowing within you. You were smiling hard as you dipped your solo cup into the punch, the sound of a throat clearing beside you drawing your attention. There, Steve stood to your left, hovering over you like a hawk. You had nearly choked on your drink, not expecting him of all people to be next to you. "Hey y/n... can we talk?"

"About?" You said impatiently, looking over the Harrington boys' shoulder to see if Billy was returning yet. "I just... I made a mistake, okay? And seeing you with... with Hargrove is infuriating. I shouldn't have left you the way I did."

"You're joking, right?" You scoffed, eyebrows furrowing at the brown-haired boy. "Have I ever lied to you y/n?"

"Yes. Multiple times- including telling me you were breaking up with me only because you needed to focus on school. Where is Nancy by the way? Does she know you're telling me this right now?"

"This isn't about Nancy."

"Wow. You never fail to amaze me at how horrible of a boyfriend you are." You laugh, shaking your head at Steve, who looked beside himself at the fact you weren't willing to leap right into his arms. "I wonder what she would think if I called her over and told her what you were telling me right now." You spoke, glancing around the room to find the brunette. When your eyes landed on her on the dance floor, you had opened your mouth to speak, Steve quick to tell you to stop. His hand had wrapped itself around your wrist, looking to you with pleading eyes.

"She deserves better than you. Just like I did." You uttered, snatching your wrist away. You had been relieved to see Billy from behind Steve, placing a firm grip on the Harrington boys' shoulder. "What are you doing talking to my girl, amigo?"

"Your girl?" The fluffy haired boy questioned, looking from you to the teen behind him. Billy maliciously smiles, pushing Steve backwards harshly as he walks towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah, Harrington. My girl." He smirks, pulling your chin towards him, followed by kissing you passionately, his thumb pressing into your skin. "Now if you'll excuse us. You ready?" Billy asks, pulling his hand away from your face to retrieve the condom from his back pocket, holding it out in front of the three of you. Steve's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight, your lips tugging into a mischievous smile. You took the unopened condom in your hands, tugging the Hargrove boys' hand to follow after you, leaving Steve behind.

The bathroom had been the only unoccupied room; as much as it was already a mess, the two of you hadn't minded, swiftly filing inside. He locked the door behind you guys, hoisting you on to the counter.

Your lips had been swollen at this point, kissing him roughly as your fingers tangled in his golden locks. His hands gripped your thighs, abruptly ending the kiss as he kneeled to the ground, pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. He kept his eyes on yours as he slowly scrunched your dress upwards, hooking his fingers through the hem of your panties, teasingly tugging them off.

The golden-haired boy planted kisses up and down your thighs, softly biting here and there. You had begun to feel antsy, desperately wanting his attention, or some relief to the urging feeling within you. It had been like he read your mind, giving his full attention to your cunt. He worked diligently away as he licked between your folds, tongue-fucking you after running his tongue in circles around your clit. Though you didn't have much experience outside of Steve when it came to oral sex, you knew for a fact that Billy Hargrove was an expert, and was guaranteed the best giver you'd had.

A finger slid into your entrance as you gripped the edge of the counter, leaning your head against the mirror behind you. "Oh fuck-" You moaned, shutting your eyes tightly as he licked up and down your slick, curling his finger inside of you. Once he had found that spongy spot, he smirked against you, mercilessly hitting it on repeat as you jolted, covering your mouth. "The music is loud enough to hide your moans sweetheart... I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel." Billy marveled, sucking on the flesh of your thigh as he added a second finger inside of you. It was like magic, the way he knew exactly what he was doing, and how to do it.

He flashed his toothy grin, admiring your disheveled state. "You take my fingers so well, don't you?" He praised, licking your clit yet again whilst keeping his eyes locked on yours. You were a moaning mess, cursing left and right, muttering his name over and over. "I'm- fuck- I'm gonna come." You whimpered, partially rolling your hips into him as he picked up his pace, quickly bringing you to your orgasm. Your moans were like music to his ears; As you climbed down from your high, catching your breath, your eyes met his. He grinned, withdrawing his fingers from within you before moving them to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. That had to of been one of the hottest things you had seen a man do, including the way he enjoyed pleasing you so much.

"Can I fuck you, baby?" He questions, getting to his feet between your already spread legs. You nodded eagerly, looking to the bulge in his tight jeans. The boy before you swiftly unbuckled his belt, tossing it to the ground before pulling his pants and boxers down, firmly gripping your legs. "How about you lean over the counter for me? Wouldn't want to hurt that pretty head of yours."

You nodded in return, climbing off of the counter, twisting around to lean on the counter. "Here." He spoke, tugging his leather jacket off to place under neath your chest before holding you by your hips, ripping the condom packet open, and covering his cock with it. "You ready?"

"Mhm." You obliged, legs spreading just a smidge apart, bracing yourself for when he entered you. Slowly, he slid himself inside of you, grunting at the way you took him. "Fuck-" He groaned, moving his hands back to your hips. Gradually, he picked up his pace, rolling his hips deeper into you. "God, you feel so fucking good." He moaned, one of his hands moving to your hair, pulling it in a way that you were forced to look in the mirror.

His eyes were on yours through the glass, biting hard on his bottom lip when you'd clench around his cock, throwing his head back at the sensation. "O-oh my g-god." You whimpered, mouth hung open as he pounded into you from behind, untangling his fingers from your hair before traveling to your neck, applying the smallest bit of pressure as he squeezed, placing his free hand on your back, holding you down. "Jesus y/n-" he moaned, watching as you took him angelically, looking as beautiful as you did in any other circumstance. "I'm gonna come if you keep making those sounds." He stated as you whimpered, his hands taking your wrists, holding them together behind your back.

A pressure built within you as your climax neared, feeling euphorically stunned. He seemed to have sensed that you were near as you squirmed and clenched around him; "Go on, come for me angel." He cooed, sending you over the edge. You had become unraveled, moaning his name like it had been the most glorious thing in the world. "Good girl." He grunted, releasing his grasp from your wrists, moving back to your hips where his fingers dug into your soft skin, promising to leave bruises the following day.

As you clenched around him, he neared his own orgasm, using your hips to push himself deeper within you. You had become overstimulated, your legs shaking as he let himself loose, groaning at the sensation. Once he withdrew from you, he helped you to stand, twisting you around to face him before enveloping his lips with yours, holding the back of your head. "You were such a good girl." He affirmed between kisses, smiling like an idiot.

"Forget being my distraction- I want you to be mine." You grinned as he held your face in his warm hands, blue eyes drowning you like the ocean. "Then consider me yours." He replied, kissing you tenderly with a smile.

A/N: I finally got around to writing this, so I hope it is a worthy second part. Thank you for reading and loving the first part as much as y'all did. <3

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[erisnoxauthor]

Unholy Halloween Night

Summary: Billy takes his girl to a Halloween party and things get a little hot...

Warnings: Mature Themes 18+ *minors do not interact* fem reader (OC), p in v, alcohol and drug use, hints of abuse, fingering, overstimulation, sir kink, hair pulling [I think I covered everything, if I didn't please let me know!]

Celine is my OC, I don't own Billy Hargrove (although I wish I did ;} )

This is my first published piece anywhere! Let me know what you think!! xoxo Eris <3

Billy pulled the Camaro to a stop of in front of a house Celine hadn't seen before. "Do you know these people?" She asked, looking over to her boyfriend as he lit a cigarette in the dark of the car. He shrugged his leather clad shoulders. "Party is a party babe." Celine rolled her eyes, tugging on the pleather of her sexy nurse costume. Billy stepped out of the car, skirting the hood and coming to open her door. She stood from her seat, pressing her hands to his exposed chest, that red button up always undone way to low.

Billy's lips pulled into a smirk, pressing them roughly to hers. "Damn you taste good." He mumbles against her mouth. Celine fisted her hands into his jacket, pulling herself closer to him. She had been aching for him all day.

"You want to skip the party?" Celine asked, sliding her hand down his toned abs. Billy grabbed her wrist , stopping her path to his semi-hard dick, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to be drunk right now. Last night was fucking shit and today wasn't much better." Celine nodded, a look of concern on her face, stepping aside so he could close the door. Billy tossed the cigarette, pushing the door of the car closed.

She laced her hand in his, following him up the sidewalk to the house. The door was open and music poured into the front yard. Bodies lingered everywhere, drinks in almost every hand. She stayed behind Billy as he made a way through the crowd, the throng of people parting like the red sea when they saw him. Nobody messed with Billy Hargrove. Nobody.

He let her hand go when they made it to the kitchen, grabbing a cup for them both and handing one to her. Celine took a small sip of the cheap beer, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She liked fruity stuff a whole lot more than horse piss.

Billy tossed back what was in the cup, licking his lips as he sat it down on the table and surveyed the scene. Almost everyone was dressed in some kind of stupid costume. He turned his gaze back to his girlfriend. Celine currently wore a sexy nurse outfit, barley covering the tops of her thighs. The zipper looked ready to pop between her breast. Fuck it was going to be a long night.

They had been there a little over an hour, socializing with friends and dancing in the living room. Celine slid her ass across Billy's crotch, earing a look as he roughly gripped her hips. "I said drinking first." Celine laughed, turning her body and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I need you though." He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to lick her mouth. Celine obliged, opening her mouth to him. Their tongues intertwined, fighting one another for dominance. Celine groaned, threading her fingers into Billy's curls. She pulled slightly, earning her ass a rough squeeze. He pulled back, a breath away from her lips. "Are you going to make me fuck you right in front of everyone?"

Celine bit her lip, sliding her hand down his shoulder and his broad chest. "If that's what it takes." Billy grabbed her elbow, towing her toward the kitchen. He grabbed another cup and poured a hefty shot of liquor into the red plastic.

He took a drink, his ocean eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed, lost in the arousal forming between her legs. He pulled the cup from his lips, sitting in on the counter. "You're in for it baby girl." She looked down, a blush forming over her cheeks.

Billy caught her attention when he groaned, grabbing another cup from the table and swallowing half of it.

Celine followed Billy's line of sight to Tommy H and Carol pushing their way through the crowd. Tommy thought he and Billy were best friends but truthfully, Billy hated him. "Hey man!" Tommy shouted over the music. Billy nodded his head, fishing his cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket. He already looked irritated as hell.

"Well look at you Miss Nurse lady, maybe I'll get hurt later." Billy snapped his head toward Tommy, the other boy taking several steps back, his hands in the air. "Just a joke man." Tommy cleared his throat. "Hey, they have a keg out back. You want to reclaim your title?"

Billy shrugged, blowing smoke into the air. "I didn't know I had lost it." Tommy scratched the back of his head. "Well you didn't but.."

Billy tightened his arm around Celine. "Let's get outside babe." Celine followed him, wafting away the smell of pot hanging thickly in the air. She watched as Billy let her go, walking over to the keg in the midst of "Keg King! Keg King! Keg King!"

Two boys Celine recognized from the basketball team lifted him up by his legs as he held the nozzle, swallowing as much as he could. Billy wasn't always the best to be around when he was drunk but sometimes Celine understood. That was his one escape from his shit hole father. He couldn't think so he couldn't remember.

When the boys let Billy down, Celine snapped out of her thoughts. "Almost a whole fucking minute Hargrove! Fifty three seconds!" Billy stumbled against one of the players that had been holding him, reclaiming his cigarette. He slid the butt into his mouth and held both hands up triumphantly. The chants began again.

"Keg King! Keg King! Keg King!" Billy swayed over to Celine, tossing the cigarette into someone's mother's flower garden. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against his body. "Let's find somewhere a little more private."

Celine followed Billy up the stairs into the first room they came to, a bathroom. He closed and locked the door, turning toward her. His eyes were glassy from the alcohol and his cigarette smoke and the mint gum currently in his mouth filled the bathroom.

Celine gasped when he pushed her back against the sink, slotting his thigh in between her legs. "Billy," Billy continued sucking on her neck, marking her as his. There would definitely be little bruises in his wake.

Billy slid his hand down to her breast, palming the heavy globe through the fabric of her outfit. She covered her hand with his. "Fuck me," Celine whispered into the small room. "I need you." Billy pulled back from her throat, slowly unzipping the front of her sexy nurses outfit. Her breast spilled free, nipples hard. Billy pushed the fabric back and bent his head, taking one into his mouth.

Celine tossed her head back, her hands gripping his hair as he sucked her breast. "Yes," He moved to the other one, giving it equal attention. Billy slid his hand up her skirt, his fingers brushing the thin fabric covering her pussy. He groaned, feeling the heat coming from her, the wet spot already formed on her panties. He slid the fabric aside, sliding the tip of his finger through her wet folds. God she was wet.

"Are you ready for me baby?" Celine nodded, pushing her breast out as she pulled at her nipple. Billy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear you." "Yes sir," She spoke quietly, pushing her soaked pussy toward his hand. "Please touch me." He slid two fingers into her, curling his fingers.

"You have to help me first babe." Celine looked down, his eyes widening at the bulge forming in his pants. She made quick work of his belt and undid the last few buttons on his shirt, pushing it back. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, slapping against his belly. A bead of precum already forming on the head.

Celine reached down, circling his cock with one hand. she swiped her thumb across the head, gathering the cum and bringing it to her mouth. She stared into Billy's eyes, his breath coming unevenly. Her tongue darted out, licking it off the pad of her thumb.

Billy smirked, he loved what a slut she could be. Just for him. But he was just as desperate as she was at this point and there was no time for play. He pulled her fingers from her pussy, sticking them into his mouth and licking off her arousal. Billy winked and Celine, her pupils blow at the small touch. He helped her off the sink, jerking her panties down her legs and pushing her skirt up. Billy put his hand in the center of her back, pushing her forward. The globes of her ass were on display to him and he could see her glistening arousal in the light.

Billy pulled his wallet from his back pocket, pulling the condom he kept for times just like these out. He tossed the wallet onto the sink beside her head and tore open the foil packet with his teeth. Billy rolled the condom down his hard length. No more little Hargrove's. That shit hole blood line stopped with him.

He gripped her hips, lining himself up, he pushed into her. Celine gasped. No matter how many times they fucked, she couldn't get past how big he was. He seated himself all the way, giving her time to adjust, massaging her hip.

Celine pushed back against him, signaling she was ready. Billy slowly withdrew before slamming back into her. He picked a rough pace. His balls slapping her clit with each thrust. Celine bit into her fist to keep from screaming, her small gasps still escaping. She looked in the mirror, meeting Billy's eyes as he fucked into her.

He winked, leaning forward to change the angle. Celine cried out as the head of his dick pounded against her sweet spot over and over. "Be my good girl, cum for me." He reached around, circling her clit with his left hand. Billy held eye contact with her in the mirror. Neither of them would last long.

He pussy clinched around his cock. The coil in her stomach felt like it is going to burst. Her orgasm took her by surprise, causing her to cry out. Billy covered her mouth with his free hand, helping her ride out her high. He continued to play with her clit in slow, lazy circles.

Tears streamed down her face at the overstimulation. She made eye contact with Billy in the mirror, her hands braced on the edge of the skin as he continued to roughly thrust into her. "Can you be a good girl and not yell?" She nodded her head, his hand still over her mouth. "Promise?" He grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. She squeezed her eyes shut, nodding furiously. He removed his hand, gripping her hips with both, chasing his own high.

Billy's thrust became erratic, his breathing ragged. His hips stilled as he came, spilling inside of her. Celine closed her eyes, her pussy clenching at the feeling. He let out a groan, his eyes closed and head thrown back. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His necklace stuck to his sweaty chest.

He stayed like that, soaking in the feel of her hot core around him. He could feel his cock softening, party from the alcohol, partly from the amazing orgasm he had just had.

Billy hissed as he pulled his cock from her. She stood, feeling her arousal sticky between her thighs. She turned into her boyfriend's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his throat. He bent his head to kiss her temple. "My girl," Celine smiled against his skin. "Always,"

She untangled herself, stepping back and grabbed some toilet tissue to clean herself up. She slid her panties back up her legs, pulling her skirt back into place and fluffing her hair. Billy tossed the used condom into the trash, stuffing himself back into his jeans and fastening his belt. He rebuttoned his shirt and tucked it back into his jeans. Celine turned, resting her hip on the sink. She watched quietly as Billy pulled his cigarette back from his jacket, putting one between his lips and lighting it.

He tilted his head back, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. She stepped toward him, pressing her cheek to his chest, listening to his heart beat. He wrapped his free arm around her, squeezing her ass. making Celine laugh. "Never enough for you is it?" He watched as she took his cigarette from his lips, placing it between her own and taking a long drag. "Not when it's from the most amazing girl in the world." He paused, taking back his cigarette. "Not from my girl."

Celine stood on her tip toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Come on baby, I need a beer."

Billy laughed, opening the door for her. "There's my girl."

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[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @elevenpurple @ok-boke @ren-ni @katie-tibo @bruce-yamada

A/n: I have no idea why some of the tags aren’t working, if anyone has a clue on how to fix it, please for the love of mercy, let me know 😭

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Chapter 11

You were flustered, yet confused. What could he possibly mean by that? The question kept repeating itself in your head, making your mind hurt, almost scrambling your brains. It was that intense, that severe.

“Time’s up.” Brinks suddenly spoke from behind the door, turning the knob, but to his dismay, it was locked. “What the?” He groaned, clearly annoyed. “Why is this damned door locked?”

You quickly let go of Billy, pushing him away for the second time that night, stepping aside and flattening your disheveled hair. To Billy’s disappointment, he couldn’t do much, but let go of you.

You sniffled, grabbing the hems of your gown, playing with it out of nervousness. As the weight of what he had said earlier and what almost happened laid heavy on your shoulders, causing you to both physically and mentally buckle under the pressure as you fell into a chair.

You gripped the sides of your head, panting, a panic attack on its way.

Billy immediately went to your side, wanting to comfort you; but you dismissed him, swatting his hand away, glaring.

His eyes widened slightly at the sudden harshness, especially from you; the one he loved and so desperately craved.

“I am not a whore.” You spat, gritting your teeth and narrowing your brows, “I am not a fantasy, I am a human being with feelings, needs and wants. I am not a secret toy you’re hiding from your girlfriend. I am not going down that route again, especially with you.” Your lips trembled, “I want to be loved, not hidden away and only pulled out when YOU need something. I’m not going to get hurt again, my heart won't be able to take it.” You frowned, wanting to break down, this whole fiasco was enough to crush you under a boulder.

Billy knelt down in front of you, shakily placing a hand on your thigh, fearing you may react differently again.

He’s never showed much emotion, but when it came to you, he was different, like his walls would tumble around him the moment you were near or even at the sound of your voice, though, when he had you at your most vulnerable, his stomach churned, he wanted to see you like that again…

He sighed in relief as you didn’t move, n’or swat at him again.

“(Y/n), I never meant to make you feel like that, but—“

Billy was disrupted by the sound of a key unlocking the door and Officer Brinks stepping through.

“Why was this door locked?” He asked, tapping his heavy boot off the ground, until he noticed the position you both were in; a crying you and a concerned Billy at your feet.

He didn’t press on any further, but nodded towards you, “(Y/n), the Sheriff will schedule an interview with you tomorrow, but it’s time for you to go.” Officer Brinks motioned you out the door, you happily obliged, not wanting to be here any longer than you needed to.

He shut the door soon after, and you didn’t look back, but you knew Billy was watching you from the glass…

You wiped your eyes, briefly looking at Sidney, your stomach twisting into knots. You didn’t want to face her, but eventually you knew you had to. Unfortunately, it would be sooner than anticipated as you both were spending the night at Tatum’s.

“God, this is going to be a long night…” You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration.

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[wild-lavender-rose-musings]

Thinking about Billy’s hand resting on the back of the passenger seat where you’re sitting as he looks over his shoulder to back up. Thinking about how his hand lingers there as he keeps driving, sliding down to absently tug at your hair and rub the nape of your neck. Even though he does it without thinking, Billy can’t help but smirk when you lean back into his hands, loving the way you trust him, loving the way you respond to his touch.

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[slayedx]

a little billy drabble based on this🫣

cw: spit, daddy kink, fem! reader, slapping, degradation

a/n: saw that post and immediately thought of billy😭

“say ahh pretty girl” he says as he pats your chin; you oblige him as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

one of his hands is wrapped around your throat and he feels the vibrations of your throat as you mimic him with a small “ahh”.

his other hand fills your mouth as he sticks two of his fingers in; he taps down on your tongue motioning for you to suck, and of course you do as you’re trained and suck on his fingers swirling your tongue around the digits.

“such a good slut, but today we gotta train that pretty throat, make sure you can always take my fat dick in your mouth” he explains as he looks down at you drooling all over his fingers.

“so little girl this is how it’s gonna work” he pauses momentarily to move you from in front of him to his lap.

“im gonna loosen up this tight throat with my fingers, and everytime you gag daddy’s gonna have to punish you, alright little girl?” he asks you and you nod in agreement. in all honesty you would’ve agreed with whatever billy said regardless, he’s your daddy after all and daddy knows best.

he grins down at you after your eager agreement, you’re so damn submissive it drives him fucking insane. he looks at you taking a moment to take you in; your shirt and bra discarded somewhere in the bedroom allowing him to take in your heaving chest. he then turns his gaze to your big watery eyes staring back at him; god he was gonna ruin you.

he starts his movements slowly as he sinks his fingers deeper into your mouth, your throat constricts as he plunges in it, but you prevent a gag.

you concentrate on being breathing out your nose as tears gather at the corner of your eyes, but despite your efforts you can’t help but gag around his fingers.

he’s quick to move into action as the hand around your throat tightens and he pulls his fingers from your throat and you yelp as it comes down against your cheek. your own spit drips down on your face as he tuts at you.

“c’mon little slut, how are you supposed to take my dick when you can barely take my fingers?” he scoffs and he releases his tight grip from your throat.

“open” he growls at you and you whimper before listening. he leans down and purses his lips before letting a glob of spit fall into your mouth.

he’s quick to follow up with shoving his fingers back down your throat giving you no time to react. you whimper as tears stream down your face; your throat tries to adjust to the intrusion as it flexes around his stilled fingers. you eventually calm down and as he takes notice he begins to ease his fingers out before shoving them back into your throat. he continues to repeat the motion as he effectively fucks your throat with his fingers.

you whimper at his lewd action tears still streaming down your cheeks as you let him use your throat.

he groans at the sight of you with tears in your eyes and mouth drooling around his fingers.

he was hard as a damn rock

“gooood fuckin’ whore” he groans out as he slips his fingers from your throat. he moves to his knees as pulls down his boxers revealing his fat cock as it slaps against his abs.

“now lets see if your training worked”

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[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | drunk again

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words: 2.6k

warnings: 18+. triggering topics. read with care.

billy struggles with alcoholism, reader's dad was also an alcoholic, mentions of abuse, blood, violence, strong language, hurt/comfort

prompts: Hey, could u write something about billy hargrove? It can be anything u want but maybe it can mention about how he struggles with alcoholism and tries to be better for the reader? It's okay if u don't want to!!

"Just because you're angry, it doesn't give you the right to be cruel." Billy x Reader angst but maybe happy ending? You don’t have to do a happy ending though, whatever feels right to you 💞

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You’re beginning to despise parties. You and Billy used to love blowing off steam, dancing, getting a little tipsy, having fun. But these days, Billy doesn’t drink for fun. He drinks to forget. Almost every night. Not just at parties, but whenever he can. He’ll use his lunch break to fill his hip flask with whiskey. Open a beer, two, three, as soon as you get home from work. 

You’re losing him. You feel it. You’re just too afraid to tell him. The few times you’ve tried to gently broach the subject, he’s gotten angry and shut down, and that only leads to more drinking. More fighting. More him sleeping on the couch while you lie awake in the next room, wondering how the hell you can help him if he won’t let you in. 

You try to forget when you get to Steve’s that night. The two of you go your separate ways, Billy catching up with his old classmates and you with yours. But anxiety pulses through you, relentless, constant, and you can’t keep your gaze from wandering every few minutes just to see if you spot him. Just to see if he’s already wasted. 

He is. Not two hours later, Steve pulls you aside to tell you that Billy’s all over the place, and he’s trying to start a fight — not for any particular reason. He’ll prod the first guy he’ll find. You know this about him. Hate it about him. Steve’s often on the receiving end, but apparently he knows something’s wrong too, because he looks at you with more concern than you know how to handle before guiding you to the kitchen. 

Billy is mouthing off, drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle as he jabs an accusing finger at Tommy H. “You’re a real sleazy prick, man. What is it? Mommy doesn’t love you enough?”

“Hey,” you interrupt, standing between them and nudging Billy backwards. He doesn’t look at you, eyes sparkling with hatred even through the haze of his drunkenness as he glares at Tommy. “Please don’t start a fight tonight, Billy. It’s not worth it.”

He doesn’t even seem to hear you, swaying against the kitchen counter. You cup his jaw, tilting his face down to look at you, but he’s reluctant. He fights you. The stench of drink rolls off him, and you dread to think how much he’s had tonight. It looks a lot. More than most nights. 

“Don’t,” you plead again, locking your gaze onto his. “Let’s go home, okay?”

“That’s right,” Tommy pipes up from behind. “Do what your bitch says, Hargrove. You wanna talk about my mommy? Where the hell’s yours?”

It’s all it takes. In a nanosecond, you’re shoved out of the way. Billy yanks the collar of Tommy’s shirt, fists so tight his knuckles turn white as he bares his teeth. The crowd parts as he presses him up against the wall opposite. You’ve seen Billy fight before, but you’ve never seen him like this. Trembling. So full of rage that you can’t find the man you love there. He’s a stranger. And you know it’s the drink — and whatever it is that eats him up inside. His mom. His dad. His grief and his fear and his anger. 

“What the fuck did you say to me?” he demands, but his words are slurred. 

“Billy,” you beg again, attempting to go to him, but Steve holds you back. Maybe he’s right to. Billy just pushed you away like you were a piece of paper cluttering his desk. Like you weren’t there at all. He doesn’t see you, and that… 

Well, maybe that makes him dangerous. 

“Don’t even get me started on your dad.” Tommy’s grin is oily as he looks down at Billy. “We all know he knocks you around. Still not man enough to stop him, are you?”

You turn cold. If there’s one thing that will trigger Billy, it’s his dad. 

And it does. Billy’s fist pounds into Tommy’s jaw without warning, and then again, again, again. Tommy fights back, aiming for Billy’s nose, his stomach, anywhere he can get. You’re certain you’re screaming, or maybe it’s everyone else. You don’t know anymore. There is something so harrowing, so world-ending, about seeing what Billy is capable of under the influence. 

And for the first time, you can’t be certain that you trust him with your safety. 

But you can’t just sit and watch with the rest of them. You wriggle out of Steve’s grip desperately, fingers clawing at Billy’s jacket as you try to pull him away. “Enough! Stop it!” 

He whips around, swiping, expression wild and untethered and not his. You dodge his fist by a metre, ducking at the last second. He falters at the sight of you, the sight of tears rolling down your face, and it’s the distraction Steve needs to come between him and Tommy. You’re vaguely aware of him telling Tommy to fuck off, get out, go, but Billy is still staring at you through low, heavy lids, sweat glistening on his forehead, and you both know something has been broken tonight. 

Finally, Billy breaks away, yelling over Steve’s shoulder, “I better not see you anywhere near me again, you hear me? Piece of fucking shit.” He spits, arms waving wildly — until they’re not. Until he slumps against the kitchen counter, instantly picking up his bottle of whiskey. As the crowd scatters under Steve’s command, Billy takes a swig and then shouts, curses. “Fuck!” The bottle turns to shards as it hits the wall, the remaining liquid staining the white tiles brown. You both flinch. 

“You need to calm down, man,” Steve says softly. 

“Fuck you, Harrington.” The words are empty, if not a little bitter. 

You close your eyes for a moment, gulping down your tears as the kitchen becomes quiet. Empty. “That’s enough,” you say. “It’s enough, Billy. Please… enough.”

Billy sucks in a few shallow breaths, chest rising and falling, before his upper lip curls into a sneer and he begins ransacking the fridge for more beer. “Whatever.”

“No.” You manoeuvre around Steve, catching Billy’s hand before he can raise a fresh can to his mouth. Your own shake and he must notice because he looks down as though he’s never felt your touch before. “Enough.”

“You gonna start telling me what I can and can’t do now, sweetheart?” Billy sways against you.

You shake your head, exhaustion setting in. “Steve, can you give us a minute?”

“I don’t think—”

You cut Steve’s protest off quickly. “Please. We’re fine. He won’t hurt me.”

Hesitantly, Steve nods. “Feel free to crash in the guest bedroom tonight if you can’t get him home.”

It’s a possibility. Billy is tall, broad, heavy, and he can barely stand. As Steve leaves, you turn your back to your boyfriend, grabbing a solo cup from the stack and filling it with water at the sink. 

“Fuckin’ hurt you,” Billy is muttering nonsensically, slamming the beer down on the counter. “Who the fuck’s he think he is? ‘Course I won’t fuckin’ hurt you. You’re my girlfriend. Jesus.”

You turn around and, feeling numb, eye his injuries. A bloody nose. Bruised knuckles. A swollen mouth. Jesus. You don’t know how much longer you can watch the man you love tear himself apart. 

But you do love him, even now. You always have. Always will. And you know that you can’t give up on him, because that’s what he’s waiting for. He’s never known love before. Only pain and abuse. You plan on changing that, no matter how long it takes. 

“Sit down,” you order, hoping your voice sounds stronger than it feels. "Drink this."

Billy rolls his eyes but does as told, not without huffs and puffs and a few stumbles. You grab a cloth from under the sink and then fill it with ice from the bucket where the beer is chilled. You get another for the blood, and then round the counter to meet Billy. He sits on a stool, legs spread wide, shoulders sagging, eyes unfocused, and it breaks your heart.

Still, when you eye him carefully, he pulls you in by the waist, hands warm and rough. It would usually make you grin, but tonight, it makes you want to cry. You clean up his bloody nose while standing between his legs, letting his knees keep you clamped to your own composure. 

“You’re mad at me,” he points out.

“No, I’m not,” you reply honestly. 

A smirk. “Liar.”

“I’m not mad, Billy. I just wish it wasn’t like this.”

His jaw sets, anger returning to his features. “You’re welcome to fuck anyone else here, babe.”

The words are bitter, sharp, and you flinch from them, dropping the cloth and leaving his prison. “I know you’re drunk and you’re angry, but it doesn’t give you the right to be cruel. Not to me. I put up with your shit, Billy. Don’t throw it back in my face.”

“My shit?” he repeats with a snort. “What shit would that be, huh?”

“The drinking. The mood swings. The fights. I don’t…” Your voice breaks, and you can’t look at him anymore. “I don’t remember the last time I saw you sober. I don’t remember the last time we felt like us. And you won’t talk to me. You shut me out because you only know how to use your fucking fists.”

“We’re not talking about this bullshit again,” he dismisses.

“Exactly. So what will we do? Should we keep pretending like everything is fine, even though it’s not? Even though…” God, you can’t even express how broken you are because you know it isn’t fair. Something is wrong with Billy, and you can’t make it about you. Even if it’s ruining you, too. 

“Everything is fine,” Billy snaps. 

“I’m trying to be understanding because I know something’s eating at you, baby, but…” Your bottom lip trembles as you remember the feeling of his fist flying at you, the blank, empty look in his eye. “You almost hurt me tonight. You’re not yourself. And I’m scared.” You whisper the last part, a sob rising in you. 

His eyes narrow, thumb digging into the counter. “I’d never hurt you.”

“You almost did.”

“Fuck this.” He stands up, but the movement is unsteady and he almost collapses again. You don’t dare go to him this time, and he falls back onto the stool, eyes closing. “Jesus.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Jesus. This needs to stop.”

“What needs to stop? Stop talking down to me!” His fingers curl into his palms again. You do your best not to wonder why.

“I’m not talking down to you, Billy. I’m trying to tell you that this can’t go on!”

“So what?” His head whips up, and he looks surprisingly sharp now. “You gonna break up with me 'cos I got a little drunk at a fucking party? Don’t be ridiculous.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, tears rolling down your face. “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. I really can’t.”

“Then don’t! Fuck off! I don’t need you anyway.”

The words sting more than any punch could, and you turn your back to him as your shoulders shake with suppressed sobs. What do you do? If you leave him, he has no reason to change. To get better. You’re telling him that you won’t stand by him when things get tough. But if you stay… 

If you stay, he won’t change anyway. You’ll sit by and watch more of him disappear each day, just like you did your dad. Your mom stayed with him too long, and it got you both beaten and empty. You don’t know if you can do it again. 

But he’s Billy. You love him. You can’t abandon him. 

His sigh wafts through the room. “Baby,” Billy whispers. “Y’know I don’t mean that. Don’t get upset.”

You can say nothing. Do nothing but keep crying, keep wiping away the tears, keep trying to hold it together while he falls apart. It isn’t working anymore. You’re not strong enough. 

The legs of the chair scrape against the tiles, and then he’s there, falling into you, eyes bloodshot and intense as he swipes the curtain of hair off your shoulder so he can see you. “Baby,” he repeats, guiltily now. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I’m an ass. I’d never fucking hurt you, okay? I never would.”

“Tell me how to help you,” you beg. You’d get down on your hands and knees if you thought it would make a difference. 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine!” you erupt. “I’ve lived with an alcoholic my whole life. You think I don’t know by now what’s happening? You need help before…”

“Before what?” Lines wrinkle his forehead. 

“Before you ruin more than just a party. Before you stop being able to separate people you love and people you hate. Before you lose yourself.”

“You’re being so fucking dramatic—”

“Don’t. Just don’t,” you whisper.

“I’m not your fucking dad!” His shout bellows through the kitchen, stripping you raw. 

It takes everything in you not to yell back until your voice turns hoarse. Instead, you mutter, “And you’re not yours. Not yet. But you’re making all the same mistakes. Is that what you want?”

Finally, you see something change. His throat bobs, lips parting in surprise as he staggers back an inch. As though realising how close he is, how intimidating he can be. As though finally seeing things from the outside in. “Don’t ever say shit like that to me.”

“Then what do you want me to say? That it’s okay? It’s not. It’s not okay. None of this is okay.” You take a deep, shuddering breath. “We’re going round in circles. Go sleep it off, okay? We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna leave me, aren’t you?” Devastation writes itself across his face agonisingly slowly. “I knew you would.”

Carefully, you inch closer, letting your hands fall on his swollen jaw again. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not giving up on you. But I don’t know how much longer this will work if you don’t get the help you need. I don’t know how much longer either of us can survive like this. God, Billy, I love you… but…” You choke on your tears. “You won’t let me in. Baby, please. Let me in.”

A tear rolls down his cheek, dark eyelashes dampening, and you finally see a glimpse of something real. Something him. “Shit,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.” He bows his head, face scrunching as though in pain. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You pull him close, and he rests his head against your shoulder. You draw soothing circles into his back, inhaling the scent of him: cigarettes and whiskey and spearmint. Aftershave he once kept fresh but that now smells days old. “I know you are. It’s going to be okay.”

He whimpers into the crook of your neck. “Don’t give up on me yet. I’ll be better. I swear to god. I can’t… I can’t do it without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” It’s all you can offer, but he relaxes in your arms, and you prop each other up that way. 

“I love you,” he murmurs over and over again, half-drunk and half-asleep until you eventually sink to the floor together. “I’ll be better, baby. I love you. Love you so fuckin’ much.” 

“I know,” you reassure him as the minutes tick by, body growing cold against the kitchen tiles. But you have to believe him. You have to hope history won’t repeat itself. You have to stay. 

So you do.

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[smolkiwi98]

All Because of Ice Cream

It's been a minute since I've written so I'm sorry if this isn't all that great. I've just been a little busy. I hope you all enjoy!

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WARNING! Caregiver theme, I can't really remember all the warnings because I've been away from this in a long time...but NO SMUT. MINORS STILL LEAVE THOUGH

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You were in the dream relationship. Eddie, Steve, AND Billy! What made it even better was they were also your caregivers and for you that's something you needed. You were very unorganized, never focused, and well…just child-like in general. And luckily for you the boys were on board with it! It took you a while to actually tell them about your regression and what it means to be a little, and they were excited to try it out and very happy you opened up to them. Steve was basically the rule giver and more of the 'strict' side…but it was only to help, Billy was surprisingly the big softie, he was the one that always talked Steve out of punishment. And then there's Eddie, poor Eddie was in-between. He would make you follow the rules and made sure you got things done, but he was also very playful. What the boys didn't know was you could be a brat sometimes. You would argue back, break the rules, and just act out for no reason! But no matter what you always went back to being their good girl…even if it took a while. Sometimes a nap would help with the attitude. And another thing that took some time getting used to…you call all three of them 'Daddy' and for the longest time it took them forever to figure out who you were talking to. 

Speaking of acting out and being a brat, it happened to be one of those days. You were out with Steve at the store picking up some groceries. Eddie was working late at the auto shop and Billy was at home and actually just got off of work from the auto shop (Eddie was the one who got him the job there). You kept making Steve check his watch. All you wanted was to see your other Daddys and watch your favorite cartoons. You were just about to ask Steve to check his watch again when you saw the ice cream. Your eyes got wide, your main focus was now getting ice cream. Steve had his back to you as he looked over some veggies, now you were told to hold onto the cart and not go wandering off…but the ice cream was calling your name. You quietly let go of the shopping cart and tiptoed your way over to the ice cream section. “What do you say, Princess?” Steve asked, “Carrots or cor-“ Steve cut himself off when he found that you were no longer holding onto the cart. A small wave of panic rushed through Steve. Yes you were capable of being in a store by yourself, but you were in the between state of being big and little…and to Steve you were in danger. 

As you looked at all the different ice cream flavors, Steve marched over and gently but sternly grabbed your arm “What did I tell you?” He said in a low voice making you jump. You whipped your head around and looked at him with big doe-like eyes “Wh-what?” You asked confused. Clearly you broke one small rule, but you were so focused on the ice cream that you weren’t really thinking about it. “I was…I was just looking at the ice creams…” You said in a small voice, Steve nodded his head “I see that, but what did I tell you?” He asked you once again “Use that head.” He said while gently tapping the side of your head. You thought for a second and then it clicked “I let go of the shopping cart?” You stated in more of a question. Steve again nodded his head “Right.” He said in a soft voice “Now, you broke a rule. So do you know what happens now?” He asks. You had an idea of what would happen next, but didn’t want to say because you didn’t want it to happen. “Come on, Baby. You’re a smart girl.” You looked down at your feet “Time out?” You stated in a question again. Steve confirmed that was indeed what was going to happen once you got home. All of sudden you weren’t excited to go home like you were earlier.

By the time you and Steve got home, Eddie had already made it home himself. Seeing his van in the driveway alongside Billy's Camaro made you excited and full of happiness…but Steve so gladly reminded you what happened at the store. A small pout made its way across your face as you grabbed the light bags and walked inside behind Steve. "We're home!" He shouted as he walked inside and straight to the kitchen to set the bags down. Usually you'd be smiling and announcing your arrival, but not this time. "Welcome back." Billy said getting up from the couch and making his way to the kitchen to help with the groceries, "Eddie is in the shower." He informed the two of you. You were quiet. Silently putting away the snacks, which made Billy confused and look over at Steve. He raised an eyebrow and Steve then told Billy what happened at the store, "I was just looking at the flavors." You mumbled. Steve and Billy paused what they were doing to look at you "Princess, I appreciate your help with the groceries, but you know what you need to do now." Steve said. Billy wanted to interfere, but he had to agree with Steve on this. You wandered off and something could've happened to you. You look at your two boys with sad eyes and then made eye contact with Billy, "Don't give me those eyes, Doll." Billy said with a small chuckle "Go upstairs and sit in your timeout corner." He said and then went back to putting away the groceries. 

As Steve and Billy put away the groceries you slowly made your way upstairs. Once you got to your shared room you sadly looked at the corner where a lonely footstool sat. You let out a small sigh and made your way over to the seat and sat down. You rested your elbow on your knee and just looked at the wall, but that’s when you heard a shower curtain. “Eddie.” You whispered to yourself and smiled. If Billy wasn’t going to get you out of this one, Eddie definitely will! Especially if he had a long day at work and just wants to snuggle.  

As the bathroom door opened you heard a small sniffle, “Princess?” Eddie said confused and made his way over to you. You didn’t look at him, just kept looking at the wall. It was a rule. If you’re in time out you must face the wall until you’re told you can move. “Princess look at me.” He said. You lifted your head up and turned around to look up at Eddie. HIs hair was still wet from the shower and he had nothing on, but his baggy sweatpants. “Why are you in time out?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. Once again you let out a little sigh “I was at the store with Stevie.” You began, “And while he was looking at the frozen veggies I wandered away to look at the ice cream that was just right across the way.” You explained and not once did you lie. Which was rare on your part. Eddie tilted his head to the side and squatted to be eye level with you, “You wandered away without Stevie knowing?” He asked you in which you nodded your head. Eddie then brought his hand up to your cheek and softly rubbed his thumb across it, “Is that all you did?” And again you nodded “I swear that’s all I did.” You said in a soft voice. Eddie just looked at you for a moment and then sighed. 

“Will someone please tell me why my Princess was in the corner, just for looking at ice cream?” Eddie announced has he came down the stairs with you on his back making you chuckle softly. You could hear Steve let out a groan and Billy scoff softly as Eddie set you down, “I’m waiting.” He said with his arms out looking at Steve in the kitchen and BIlly who was on the couch right next to him. Steve made his way into the living room right as Billy was pulling you into his lap, “Did she tell you she didn’t tell me where she was going?” He asked Eddie “Yes she did.” He said while crossing his arms. Steve looked at you, then Billy, then at Eddie “We’re moving the time out chair somewhere else. He said while turning around to head back into the kitchen “And you two can’t keep letting her get away with things! That’s how she turns into a brat and we know how she can get when she’s a brat.” He said. Eddie just chuckled and sat in his lazy boy while Billy played with your hair. “Yeah, but she knows what happens when she’s a brat.” Billy says “And she knows how fun we have while teaching her a lesson.” Eddie added on casually making you blush. 

The only thing left now is to either be good…or be a brat and see if your boys keep their promise. 

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Surprise visit 18+ Part 2

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Warning: smut, name calling, making out, biting, fingering

Summery: After that night billy had not made fun of you or even look at you, and you wanted that attention back

When you woke up that morning you were alone. Billy was nowhere to be found. He took everything with him. It seemed like billy was never there, that it was a dream.

~Weeks later~

Y/n pov

I was hoping to see and feel his warmth next to me when I woke up, but all I felt was emptiness and cold that day . I tried not to thing about it. I got ready to go hang out with my friends. They wanted to go to the pool since it was summer and hot outside.

After getting ready I went down stairs to see my parents making breakfast. "Morning y/n, you gonna stay and eat your breakfast?" Mom asked while she was putting some toast on a plate. "Sorry mom cant they are already here for me" I say heading towards the door. "Ok be safe" she yelled as I walked out.

I see my friends car, I run up to it and hot inside. "I cant believe you guys want to go to the pool" I say to my friends while rolling my eyes. "Come on its summer and I heard that there is a really hot new life gaurd." She said smirking. "Is that the reasons you wanna go to the pool?" I say looking that them annoyed. "Yes but also because it's summer and you never want to go out, you just stay home locked up in your room" my other friend said. "Well yeah thats because its-" I was interrupted. "To late, no going back we are already here" she said getting out of the car.

I sigh knowing I can't leave. I get out to see there are lost of older ladies there's with there kids. "So where is the hot life guard you guys came here for" I say dramatically. "Its not his time yet don't worry he'll be here." They say while getting a spot to put all the stuff down.

I rolled my eyes as I sit on a chair. I was in shorts and a regular shirt, I had my swimming suit under. I see my friend starting to show off the suits and lay down on the chairs. "Its about time" they smirk. I look to see who they were talking about. Once I look in the direction I see billy. I'm not surprising to see billy working here, there are always girls around here.

Not gonna lie he looked so hot in those red shorts. I see him flirting with the mothers, I roll my eyes. "God he's so hot" when she said that I felt a little jealous. I sigh and try not to pay attention to him flirting with every girl he walks past by. "Y/n aren't you gonna take off your clothes" she said. "W-wait oh no im good like this" I say flustered. "If you say so" I glance at billy to be him flitting with Mrs wheeler.

At that moment I lost it. I wanted to make billy jealous. I start to take off my clothes to reveal my two piece suit. "I thought you said you didn't want to" my friend said. "I change my mind" I say. "Wow you look hot in that, whos attention you want hmm" my other friend asked while smirking. "Who said I want someons attention, i just wanted to wear it " I smirked. I can feel Billy's eyes on me, watching my every movement. Not only do I feel his eyes but others too.

I look at billy and gave a inner smile knowing that passes him off because other guys were looking at my whole body. "Im gonna go for a swim" I walk towards the pool. Once I got to the pool I got in the water. A boy came up to me and stated flirting. I didn't want to talk to him but when I saw billy's face filled with jealousy I stared flirting back to the boy.

I stared to touch him on his arms and chest. I could see billy death glaring at me but I ignored it and still flirted with the guy. "You so strong" I say while touching him even more. "Thanks, you look so hot in that". I fake laughed 'your so fucking annoying' I thought to myself. "Maybe later you could without it" I try to say in my sexiest voice. He grabbed my waits a pulled me close to him. When he did that I felt something poking my stomach. "Im gonma go to the restroom" I say trying to get out of his grip. "Come back when your done" he had a smirk. "Sure" I say start to get away. 'As if i would come back to that creep'. I made it to the woman locker room. Then I hear the door open and close. I didn't pay attention until I felt someone was behind me.

I turn around to see billy there looking down at me, he did not look happy. "What the fuck was that" he said starting to walk closer to me. "Its none of your business billy" I try to walk pass him and leave but the I felt him grab my arm and push me against the lockers.

"What the fuck-" I was cut off my billys kissing me. I tried to push him off but he was not even moving and he did was get more aggressive. He grabbed my hand and pinned the by my head. He started to kiss my neck. I moaned when he found a sensitive spot on my neck. "Your such a slut" he said. "What no I-" I moaned when he bit me. "You were out there with some other fucking guy" he said looking at me. "Your mine" he sounded serious. "No Im not " he did not like that. He started to kiss me again with more force the the first.

I started to kiss back. He let go of my hand, when he did I wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved his hand to my ass. "Fuck billy" I pulled his hair. He growled and picked me up. He started to kiss me again but it was different. He looked at me "do you want this".

"Yes billy I do" he smiled and kissed me. I felt his hand go to my back and he pulled on the string. I took off my top. He started kissing my boobs while massage my other. I moaned his name. After a while he did the same to the other one.

He started to nibble on my nipples. I arched my back "please stop teasing me". He smirked and moved his hand down and pulled the two strings to my bottoms. He took the off and he started to rub my clit. "Stop its to much" he did not care and went faster. I was a moaning mess. He then entered one finger into me. "Fuck you so tight" he started to pump in and out of me. He then added a second finger. "It hurts" he then started to rub my clit at the same time to help and it did. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain but mostly pleasure. "Im about to cum" when I said that he stopped. "Why did you stop" I say angry. "I'd rather have you around my cock instead of my fingers" he pulled them out.

"Just fuck me billy please" he smirked. "Don't worry I will" he then started to take off his red shorts. His cock was a lot bigger that I had expected. He saw my face and said "don't worry it'll fit" he then started to kiss me again. I moved my hand down and started to touch his cock. He groaned when I did that. I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. "Yes just like that your doing so good" I got more wet when he said that.

He then pulled away from me. He turned me around so my back was facing him. He started kissing my back leaving marks. I could feel him tip against my slit. "Your so wet you little slut" before I could say something he pushed his cock into me. I screamed when he did that. He just started thrusting in and out of me. He didn't give me time to adjust to his size. "Fuck your so tight" I could feel my eyes start to water. "It hurts " he didn't say anything.

I then feel one of his hands start to circle my clit. With his other hand he turned my head towards him and he started kissing me. With him doing that the pain was less. I could still feel it but pleasure was taking over. I moaned in to the kiss. I felt him smirk "does it feel good" I nodded. He smacks my ass "use your words". "y-yes it does" I could barely say it. My stomach felt hot and weird. "Im c-" he pulled out and turned me around to face him. "I want to see your face when you cum" he then entered inside me again. I moaned at the feeling of him filling me up again. "Fuck billy" I moaned his name. "Say it again" he said while thrusting even harder. "Say my name" he looked serious. "Billy fuck " I moaned his name. When he heard me say his name he groaned. "Billy im going to cum " I said. "Fuck cum for me baby" that's all I need to hear. I came on his cock. He still thrusted trying to reach his high. I became sensitive at the feeling. "Im close " he said. His breathing was heavy. He pulled me close to him. I was kissing his neck leaving my marks on him. "Im cumming " his cum felt hot inside me.

We stayed like that for a while, trying to catch our breath. " your mine y/n" my heart was beating so fast. I blushed at that not knowing what to say. "Say your mine please" I nodded and smiled. "Im yours billy" he smiled and kisses me with so much passion. We got dressed, as I was putting on my swimming suit he throw me his jacket. "I dont want some pervert looking at whats mine" I laughed. As I was putting it on he came from behind and whispered into my ear "after my shift is over I wanna take you on a date tonight" I blushed. He saw me a kissed my cheek and left.

I walked out after getting over how red I was when he left. I swear everyone's eyes on me. Some were glaring of course it was the girls and some looked shocked that I was wearing billys jacket. But I didn't care about any of that cause all I can think about is the date I'm gonna have with him.

The end

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