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nameless-ken · 2 days
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I Know Better
(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)
Synopsis: You've heard every rumor about Billy Hargrove—from the girls, the guys, the teachers, the parents—it never interested you all that much. Until one of those pesky rumors involved you.
Warnings: Language, slut-shaming
Word Count: 1396
A/N: This is the first stop on the apology tour for everyone who's sent me in a request. It's been a year for some of you, and I'm so sorry and grateful for your patience.
I had a really hard time starting this in the sense that I had so many ideas, but none of them fit with this prompt. So, it took me a while to settle on the story I wanted to tell. I had to stop thinking about this as a “Billy is mean to everyone” fic, and start considering it a “You are Billy’s soft spot” fic. It had to be a “How is he different because of you?” And then it sort of clicked.  
This is a sort of soft-launch to a larger something. I'm not sure if it will turn into a full multi-part fic or just spontaneous additions in this little fanfic universe.
And to the anon who requested this, Tumblr ate your request when I tried saving it to my drafts, so I really, really hope you come across it.
I hope you enjoy!
Anon Request: “Another Billy request idea is “he’s mean as fuck to everyone but me
"Like??? Maybe I need to go to therapy but the hard as stone exterior on that boy and the thought of him being sweet as pie to his girl makes me mush” 
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Billy Hargrove never scared you. 
Not even in high school when all you heard about was his bark and bite and overall terrible attitude. 
You didn’t cross paths often, surprisingly so with how small Hawkins was, but sometimes you’d get glimpses of him against his locker or waiting by his car. 
You still remembered the time he pulled in beside you as you were shutting your door. 
Max had waved at you before rushing off to the middle school. Then, Billy had slowly risen, lighting a cigarette in the process, and locked eyes with you. 
He greeted you by name, a lazy smile spreading across his lips, and sauntered away. 
You had replayed that morning for the next two weeks, stunned that he knew your name let alone gave you the time of day. 
It was a month or two afterward when you actually witnessed Billy at his worst. 
You weren’t there for the start, but you had turned a corner in the halls and were met with other students gawking at a fight. 
You shoved your way between teenagers, intent to get to your class before the bell rang when that mullet stopped you. 
Billy had been looming over Roger, the school’s very own sleazy douchebag. 
In your mind, whatever that prick had said or done, he absolutely deserved the consequences Billy was doling out. 
You were about to continue walking when Billy leaned in closer to him with a tilt of his head. And until that point, you didn’t know that gesture could be so menacing. 
“Wanna say that again?” 
Your brows pulled in confusion. 
What could Roger have said that made Billy so furious? 
It must have been some insult, something that cut right to whatever insecurities Billy hid from the world. You really couldn’t imagine what he’d be self-conscious about. To you, Billy was the epitome of confidence. 
Billy’s eyes caught your shoes, and you swore his shoulders tensed. He trailed up your body and met your gaze, grinding his teeth. 
He slowly straightened, and without another word, stormed out of the building. 
Mrs. Click finally arrived and disbanded everyone and helped Roger to the nurse’s office. 
Your last class was full of whispered theories and passing notes. 
I heard he keyed Billy’s car. 
No, Billy definitely slept with the chick Roger was eyeing up. 
Could’ve sworn I heard Roger call some girl a slut-in-the-making. 
The day couldn’t have been over soon enough. 
At least it was the weekend, and in a month, you’d be graduating. 
You were walking to your car, sun in your eyes, and didn’t see Billy leaning against it until you were too close to pretend you forgot something to head back inside. 
“Hey,” he said, putting out his cigarette. 
“Hi,” you said slowly, gripping your backpack strap. 
“You okay?” His hands slipped in his pockets. 
Your furrowed your brow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” 
He chuckled. “Fair enough.” 
He pushed off your car and took a few steps toward you. 
It was really the first chance you had to take in how blue his eyes were. And while normally you’d look away as you held each other's gaze, something planted you where you stood. 
He had the barest of smirks, so slight that you’d dare call it a smile. 
“If I said I wasn’t alright, would you agree to hang out tomorrow?” he asked. 
You let out a surprised laugh and glanced down. This was the first conversation you’d ever had with Billy, and he was asking you out. 
This was probably how he operated. He’d set his sights on some girl, give them that eat-you-alive smirk, and you’d wake up alone Sunday morning without even a note saying “bye.” 
But even with all that, your curiosity won out. So you made a deal. 
“Tell me what that was all about, and I’ll be there.” 
There was a flash of anger, but you didn’t think it was toward you. Leftover feelings for whatever happened no doubt. Then, he softened in a way you had never seen before. 
“I’ll pick you up at six,” he said, beginning to walk away. He turned around before he could get too far. “Don’t bring a jacket.” 
“Why?” You couldn’t help your smile. 
“You’ll have mine.” 
The cocky grin would’ve been irritating with anyone else, but Billy’s was endearing. 
You drove home with a stupid smile plastered on your face, and you stayed that way until Billy rapped on your door. 
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That Saturday night, he tried to breeze past his altercation. Until you leveled him with a sincere look and said his name. 
He had leaned back in the booth, ripping his remaining fries in pieces to distract himself. 
“He pissed me off,” Billy said, still maintaining his gruffness. 
“I figured as much,” you said gently. You knew if he sensed anything else, you wouldn’t get any answers. 
He huffed, glancing at you before returning to his basket of food. 
“The prick said somethin’ he shouldn’t have.” He shrugged. “I told him as much.” 
You nodded slowly, narrowing your eyes in thought. Billy wasn’t know to beat around the bush. He said what he thought, and you kind of admired that about him. Even if that got him in trouble. But the way he wasn’t maintaining eye contact when that was his favorite way to throw someone off guard was suspicious. He was hiding something, of course, but it felt more than hiding something from you alone. 
You took a shot in the dark. 
“Are you…Are you not telling me what he said because it was about me?” 
His jaw clenched and hands stopped. 
So, that was it. Roger had said something nasty about you, and for whatever reason, Billy took it upon himself to…defend your honor? 
But why? 
And what could it have been to make Billy react like that? You hardly knew each other. 
You inhaled deeply. “Okay. Tell me what he said.” 
“You don’t need to hear his bullshit.” He met your gaze, steady and stern. You wanted to slap your chest to keep your heart from skipping. 
“Billy,” you started, “I promise whatever he said isn’t going to affect me. I just want to know why you had him on the ground.” 
At this point, you had dissociated from high school and the people in it. All that mattered was graduation. 
“What does it matter?” His tone came out more harsh than you anticipated, but the way his face pinched told you he didn’t mean for it to happen. 
You leaned on the table. “Because I’ve had a really nice time so far. And as much as I appreciate you standing up for me. If you wanna continue this,” you gestured between you both, “you can’t beat the shit outta people.” 
“You wanna go out again?” His eyebrows rose slightly, and your cheeks warmed. 
Of course, that was what he took away. 
“Billy,” you warned playfully. 
“Alright,” he sighed. “He caught me starin’ at you a few times. Said your legs were locked shut, but I could probably get them open.” 
You scrunched up your nose. You knew Roger had to have said something vulgar, but you were more surprised it was about you then the actual content. 
“Okay. Was that all?” Sure, it was gross, but that didn’t seem like something Billy would lose his shit over. 
“That happened last week,” he admitted. “Told him to shut the hell up, and I thought that was that.” He shifted in his seat. “Guess he saw you lookin’ at me and he started callin’ you names. And then I hit’im.” 
Names.  
You could hazard a guess what names he called you. Probably the same ones he called every other female who didn’t wanna sleep with him. Ones that would describe him more than you. 
You reached across the table and grabbed his wrist. 
“Thank you for telling me,” you said. “And I need you to know, I don’t give a single fuck what that dipshit thinks.” 
He chuckled, putting his hand on top of yours. 
“So, that mean a second date is in the books?” he asked. 
“Like I said, only if you don’t punch someone when they say something you don’t like,” you said, hoping your face conveyed how serious you were. 
He leaned his elbows on the table. 
“I was thinkin’ a movie for next time.” 
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stevesxyellowxsweater · 6 months
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Dating Billy Hargrove would include...
Make out session in his car,
Him being incredibly jealous,
Hanging at his place when he's forced to look after Max,
Cuddling him when he's sad,
being surprised when he brings you cute little gifts,
Sneaking him in to your place after he's had fights with his dad,
Finding him being incredibly affectionate,
Watching him at basketball games,
planning trips to the beach so he can teach you to surf,
Billy hardly being able to take his hands off you,
Finding excuses as to why you can't double date with Tommy and Carol,
Also awkwardly laughing when Carol suggests changing partners,
lazy Sundays,
Finding he's actually very smart,
Running your fingers through his hair,
stealing his red shirt and wearing it to bed,
Billy meeting your parents and being a gentleman,
A constant fear that he's going to break up with you knowing his track record,
but he quashes those fears when he tells you in a very awkward way that he loves you,
making plans to go to California,
Movie nights where you make him watch chick flicks,
big cuddles,
head kisses,
You telling him he's lucky to have you,
him seriously agreeing,
Sneaking off to hotels for a night alone,
watching him at work,
him being very protective,
wearing his leather jacket when you're cold,
Tormenting him with kisses.
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bookshelf-dust · 1 year
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fix me up
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billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 1,425
warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/sexual innuendos, basically billy being a flirty little shit, mentions of back pain, fluff
a/n: hiii!! i came up with this a few days ago and i’ve been in love with it but now i’m feeling a little iffy about it, so i hope someone out there in the void likes it. happy reading! love you!! <33
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“I think that if I have to lift a squirmy toddler up one more time, I’m just going to fucking die.”
“That seems a little dramatic.”
You’re sat on your knees next to where Billy lays flat on his back, his palms pressed to his eyes. You reach forward and rub your hand over his forehead, fingers smoothing over his hair. 
He moves his hands, looking up at you like he always does when you’re sweet with him. He raises his brows for a moment, a little confused, but then he leans into it, allowing himself to enjoy your affection. 
His hair is still a little damp from the shower he had when he got home, washing the smell of chlorine from his skin. 
You drag your thumb over the slit in his eyebrow, across the circles under his eyes, lingering on the freckles he has. They’re your favorite part of him, you’ve decided.
Billy shifts a little, like he’s uncomfortable, his eyes scrunching closed in pain. 
“Something hurtin’ you, baby?” 
He grabs for your wrist when you take it away, smacking a kiss to your pulse point. 
“My back’s fucking killin’ me.”
You pout for just a second, though he misses it because his eyes are still closed. 
It’s a dull ache that travels from his lower back, up his spine, and spreads at his shoulders. He’s sore. And his sides hurt, too. He can practically still feel the little feet kicking the shit out of him as he tried to convince the kids they were not, in fact, going to sink.
Not with floaties on, and not with him there. Not on their backs.
“Want me to rub it for you?”
Billy snorts. “You’d do that?”
You readjust so you’re sitting cross-legged. “I mean, I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’m willing to try to see if it’ll make you feel better.”
“I have complete faith in you.” 
“Liar.”
He grins at you before he’s grabbing your face with both hands to pull you down to his level. He kisses you once; his mouth is warm and he’s a little stubbly, though it’s not like you mind. 
When he pulls away, Billy sits up and flips so that he’s laying on his tummy, socked feet up by the pillows.
You go to straddle the backs of his thighs, but he’s sitting up again. “Wait—wait,” he says. He yanks his shirt off over his head and throws it somewhere behind him on the bed. 
You roll your eyes. “Show off.”
“Like you don’t want your hands on me.”
You choose this moment to slap him on the ass. He groans and crosses his arms so he can rest his face on them, cheek squishing up so he looks much less menacing than he would’ve hoped. 
You settle with your knees on either side of his hips, placing your hands on the skin of his back. He shivers, and you fight a grin. 
Billy is so warm. He's like a space heater. It takes seconds for the tips of your fingers to warm up against him. You run your hands over the planes of his back, down the dip in his spine. 
“I’m gonna touch you, and I need you to tell me where it hurts, okay?” 
Billy hums. Having you on him like this is comforting, he thinks. He likes feeling the weight of you against him, likes your hands running all over him. Even if you do keep skimming his ass because you can’t help yourself. 
You rest your palms against his lower back. “Here right?” You lean down and kiss the spot. 
“Yeah,” he says. 
“Where else?” you ask. You put some lotion on your hands so as to not make him uncomfortable, warming it up before you touch him. He fights the urge to make a joke about you lubing him up. 
Your hands slide upwards, over his shoulder blades. “There,” he grumbles.
“That all?”
“My sides.”
You put your hands back against his soft spot, and rub them up and outwards in a sort of sweeping motion. “So, like, this whole spot?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“‘Kay. You’ll tell me if something hurts or if you want it harder, right?”
Billy snorts at the sexual connotation that your words carry. He’s laughing because he’s asked you the same questions before. And he likes that you’re the one asking them now. 
“Billy,” you whine. 
“You know I will.” 
You start with his lower back, pressing your hands firmer than you had been against his skin. You rub in that same motion you’d used before, fingers spreading and trying to push the tension out. 
He hasn’t complained yet, so you assume he’s doing fine. Assume you’re doing fine. 
You keep doing that, rubbing his back and thinking about how you might do your own, reaching and sort of massaging the area to relieve the pain. 
When you look up at him, Billy’s eyes are closed. It’s like he’s sinking into the mattress. It makes you smile. 
You move to his shoulders. Your palms dig into the squish of his back, tanned skin and freckles moving under your touch. You push upwards, and hear him sigh. 
Billy feels like he could die. Your hands feel so good and his mind is so muddled he’s not even sure he could form a coherent thought. He knows that if he’s like this and you’re only doing his back, he’d just dissolve if you touched anything else. 
You start on his back again, remembering that he’d said it was bothering him the most. You use both of your thumbs and start at the very base of his spine, just above the waistband of his underwear, pushing hard. 
You’ve only done this once when he moans. 
“Ohhh, fuck.”
You stop. You’re giggling at the way he’s melting underneath you and it’s making you heat up in more ways than one. 
Billy turns his head to look at you, half asleep, blanket lines on his cheek. “Why’d you quit?” he grumbles. 
You grin. “You’re moaning, William.”
He rolls his eyes and face plants back into the comforter on his bed. “Am not.”
You laugh and he reaches back with one hand, blindly swatting at you. He misses but is too sleepy and entranced to do anything but relent, so your thumbs find his back again, pushing in the same motion. 
This time Billy let’s put a low sigh, like the tension is being released from his back. You push a little harder, rubbing up a little further. He does it again, brows furrowing. He knows that he moaned for you. He’s trying not to do it again but he’s losing the battle. 
“That good, huh?” you tease. 
Billy’s eyes fly open and he pushes up onto his elbows. He’s said those exact words to you so many times it’s like he doesn’t even have to think about it anymore. 
He’s not sure he wants to admit how much he likes this power you hold over him. 
You take your hands off of him and place them over your mouth to keep from laughing. You’re so proud of yourself and Billy swears he feels his heart swell at your antics. 
“Do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Clearly I wasn’t hurting you.” You’re laughing again and you lower yourself to rest your forehead against his back. He can feel your breath and your body shaking with giggles. 
“Kiss my ass,” he says. He runs a hand down his face. 
When you take him up on his offer, planting a kiss on the side of his ass cheek–even if it is on top of the cotton shorts he’s wearing–Billy breaks. 
He laughs. It’s a warm and happy sound. He seriously can’t believe you. 
The both of you are laughing like children, so loud that Max screams down the hall for you to “shut the hell up,” but that only makes it worse. 
“Okay,” you start, trying to catch your breath. “Okay. Holy shit.” Your hand slides back up his back, fingers running up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps. “You feel any better? Or you want me to keep going?”
Billy flops back down into the mattress. “Please don’t stop. Need you to fix me up.”
You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting directly against the curve of his ass this time. You lean down to whisper into his ear, hands massaging at his sides. 
“I think I can fix you up just fine, baby.”
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billyhargrove-s · 2 years
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Night's like These
a/n: is billy OOC? possibly. do I care? not really <3. enjoy
request: What about Billy seeing his s/o and (step)sister getting along? Maybe they are dancing together?
relationship: billy x f!reader
warning: fluffy, mentions of Neil, I think thats it.
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Many nights, Billy found himself staring at you in wonder. Tonight was one of those nights. When Neil found himself in a fit of drunken rage and Susan had practically begged Billy to take Max with him to your house for the night. Things had gotten better between the two of them, he liked to think that you were the reason for him mellowing out a bit and being nicer towards the girl. Well, then again he knew you were the reason for a lot of things. 
Just like how right now, you were blaring Kate Bush through a Karaoke machine and forcing him to listen to the two of you singing poorly as you danced around each other. An hour prior, Max had been anxious about leaving the house where her mother dealt with Neil, yet somehow you managed to calm her down with a promise of a fun filled night. 
No matter how much Billy wanted you to be all his for the night, and sweep you away, he knew how much you loved his sister and saw her as your own. Instead of interrupting the two of you and your impromptu girls night, he ordered a pizza and sat himself down on the couch, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. 
He never understood how someone so loving, and caring, wound up with him. It was like you were sent from above to set him on a straight path. After meeting you there were less fights at school, less fights with Max, and he was overall a nicer person. Of course, he was still overprotective about everything and god forbid someone looked at his girl, but with you, he felt at peace. He was carefree and never worried about anything other than being a good boyfriend to keep you happy and with him. 
He laughed as you collapsed on the couch next to him, absolutely breathless from belting the last lyrics of whatever song you were singing. Your head was in his lap, hair splayed out underneath you and Billy put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. 
“That was great babe.” He praised, even if it was anything but. 
“Thank’s, I think I can give Kate Bush a run for her money.” You told him, reaching for his face to bring it down to your lips. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away to look down at you in total adoration. This was his life, you were his life, as much as he hated to admit it these nights where you and Max got along like you’d known each other your entire life were his favorites. He knew you’d always wanted a younger sibling, and Max was the perfect surrogate for that. 
“Hungry?” He asked playing with your hands. There was never a moment where Billy wasn’t touching you in some sort of way. He always had to have one hand on you at all moments. You were his home, and just touching you in some way made him feel secure. 
“Starving.” Max said from where she laid on the floor next to the karaoke machine, staring at the ceiling. “I think I might die if I don’t eat something soon.”
“Oh so I should cancel the pizza?” Billy asked taunting his sister causing her to roll her eyes and flick a hair tie at him. While things between the two used to be tense and that would’ve caused a screaming match, now it just felt like something normal. Like they’d grown up together and had always taunted each other for
“You do that and you’re no longer invited to girls night.” You said pouting. “You’ll have to sit in your car and think about all the fun you’d be missing out on.”
“Or the pitchy singing, my ears might thank me.” Billy teased and you playfully smacked his chest. 
“You jerk.” You told him with a laugh and he smiled lovingly at you. The doorbell to your house rang out and Max rushed to get the pizza, grabbing Billy’s wallet from the coffee table as she did. He didn’t even protest, he couldn’t care less about buying. He’d do it a thousand times if every night was like this one.  
“Have I ever said that I love you?” He asked quietly, kissing your lips in a slow and delicate way. 
“Once or twice.” You spoke giving him another soft kiss. 
“I swear I’ve said it more than that.” He said with a lopsided smile. “How could I not? You’re perfect in every possible way, and don’t even fight me on that because I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life proving it to you and reminding you how much I love you.” 
“I love you more Billy.” You whispered giving him a final kiss, sitting up as Max came back to the basement with the pizza in hand, tossing Billy his wallet. 
“Always trying to one up me.” He muttered, opening the box and taking a slice for himself. 
“Should we watch a movie?” You suggested to Max who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of pepperoni pizza. 
“Absolutely.” She said, looking like a chipmunk with the amount of food stuffed in her cheeks. 
“Alrighty you get one set up, I’ll grab some blankets.” You told her before turning to Billy. “Are you guys spending the night?” 
“If I had the opportunity I’d spend every night with you Y/n.” He said with his signature grin on his face. He knew his dad wouldn’t be as mad about not coming home if Max was with him. He’d deem is sibling bonding and wouldn’t argue as much about spending the night at his girlfriends house.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You said, kissing his forehead and grabbing some blankets from the linen closet and throwing them at Billy. He smiled as you sat down next to him once more and spread the blanket over the two of you as Max popped a VHS tape into the player and ran to the couch, sitting on the opposite side of you. “What are we watching?” 
“Texas Chainsaw Massacure” Max said with a grin, and Billy sneakily handed her a five dollar bill as he put his arm around you. They had an unspoken deal, you hated horror movies. But Billy loved the way you curled up next to him when they were on, so Max picked a scary movie, you cuddled Billy a little bit closer and she got arcade money. 
“Oh god I hate this one.” You mumbled, even if you didn’t really hate it, you just hated trying to sleep after watching it. Billy squeezed your shoulder a little tighter and you leaned on him as the movie started. You jumped as Leatherface claimed another victim and Billy laughed as you dug your face into his shoulder. 
“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He whispered, kissing your temple. 
“Barf.” Max muttered from beside you, despite thinking how cute it was the way Billy was always reassuring you of your safety. 
By the time the movie came to an end, you were asleep leaning on Billy and Max was half asleep using one of the throw pillows and laying in your lap. He chuckled to himself, wishing he could capture this moment to look back on forever. He smiled and pulled you closer to him listening as you grumbled in your sleep and wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing him in a hug before falling back asleep. He was cramped, and tired, and the couch in your basement was tiny, but he wouldn’t change a thing if it meant he could spend more nights like this.
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multific · 11 months
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Attached to You
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Modern!AU
Billy Hargrove x Reader
A/N: I'm not a doctor nor am I medically trained, so, there are things here which are incorrect. Please ignore them and try to enjoy the piece as it is. Thank you.
Summary: After a one-night stand, you find out you are pregnant, thanks to your doctor's bad advice, it turned out that your pills weren't effective. Leaving you with a baby, you have lots of decisions to make.
"I only told you because you deserve to know. I don't want anything from you. I will deal with this myself." 
Your words rang in his head over and over again.
It had been almost two weeks since he last saw you and now, he wasn't sure what he was doing.
Billy couldn't stop thinking about you. How you smiled at him even when he could see you were close to a breakdown.
It was all meant to be one night. Something he had done many many times before.
When he saw you sitting alone at the bar, he was quick to make his move. Flirting with you was easy as you blushed at every word he said. He soon learned about an ex of yours, the guy, as you explained, was rather obsessive about you and didn't want to let go of you, which is why you were hiding in a bar.
And so, Billy took this as a sign and brought you home.
It wasn't meant to end like this. He always made sure to have a condom with him. All the time. Of course, the one time when he doesn't, he gets someone pregnant...
But even so, you didn't look mad, you didn't demand money or anything from him. You just smiled and moved on.
He didn't even know your name. All he had is a phone number.
"You can delete my number as well. I won't look for you. All I wanted is for you to know since you are the father."
Father.
A word that scared him.
A word which meant nothing to him as he too, never had a father.
The realization hit him like a cold shower, he didn't have a father, so he knows just how hard it is to grow up without one, and here he was, the exact same as his.
He will have a child, who won't know their father. Who will go through the same pain as he did. Who will see their mother slowly crumble under all the pressure.
He is no better than his own asshole father.
This was unfair. 
He could run. Men could run from the responsibility since they weren't attached to the baby, but women couldn't.
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Billy felt like a piece of shit. 
It had been almost two months since he last saw you.
And he couldn't help but wonder what 'dealing with it' meant for you. Did it mean you got an abortion? Or did you keep the child?
This was eating him alive.
He needed to find you and have another conversation with you. But you didn't pick up the phone nor did you reply to any text he sent.
He set out to the club he originally met you.
"Why the fuck did I think a pregnant woman would be in a club?!"
IF you were still pregnant.
The next couple days were awful for him.
Trying to find you, he went to the café you invited him to, no sign, he went to a hospital and asked if they knew about you. But of course, they couldn't give out any information.
You were all he could think about. 
You and the baby he might have already lost.
Billy didn't feel like himself. 
And then, one day, he spotted you. As he was walking down the street when he noticed you on the other side. 
He followed you like a creep.
Dodging people, running. He followed you. Tried to call out but since he didn't know your name, it was difficult.
You went into a pharmacy and he stopped by the front door. His heart was beating fast, not only from running.
"Hi. I have some pills prescribed for me." he could hear you say. The pharmacist took a look and turned to you. 
"Can I ask for your full name?"
"Y/N Y/L/N."
"You have... pregnancy vitamins prescribed by Dr Drew."
"Correct." you smiled. Oh God, that smile taunted him.
"Alright, let me get that for you."
He felt himself calm a little. Pregnancy vitamins. Why did they have to prescribe those for you anyway? But this meant you still had the baby.
"So, since this kind is... stronger, we recommend you take only one daily. If you skip a day do not take two the next day. Technically these are not vitamins, they are just called that. Is your pregnancy i-"
"The doctor said these are the best for my condition. So I need to take them."
"These are for you not the baby." she was rather rude as you tried to ignore her.
"I know."
"Alright, anything else I can give you?"
"Do you have any of those shooting creams? For when the skin stretches?"
"For the stretch marks? We have one, which is cold and another which is warm. One helps shoot the skin the other helps the marks to be less visible."
"I would like the one that shoots the skin, please. That would be all."
Billy watched as you paid for everything before he quickly exited so you wouldn't notice him.
Pregnancy vitamins... for you not for the baby. And you had a condition?
He watched as you walked away, but as you did a man ran into you. The man continued on while you nearly fell over.
"Watch where you are going, Asshole!" Billy pushed the man as he passed him, before he helped you. "Are you okay?"
He only realized that he was now holding your arm as you looked up at him. When did he get this close to you?
"O-Oh, yes. I'm fine thanks." he saw it in your eyes, you realized who he was soon after as you took a step back. "Thank you." you adjusted your bag before starting to walk and he knew he couldn't let you leave.
"Can we-Can we talk, Y/N?" he suddenly spoke up and you turned to him.
"If you want to." he nodded and you guided him to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.
An awkward silence filled the air. 
He knew he needed to talk. 
He took a deep breath.
"I was scared when you said you would deal with it, that you meant... abortion."
"I'm not going to lie, I thought about every option. It was one of them but... I decided against it."
"I-I heard you at the pharmacy..."
"Oh, you were there?" you looked up at him, genuinely surprised. 
"You got some meds..." he nodded as he pointed at your bag. 
"I-The doctor said it is okay to take pregnancy vitamins. But it turned out that I was the one needing them, not the baby. The doctor said my body puts the baby as a priority and takes away nutrition from me. We found out during my eight weeks when I asked the doctor if it was normal that I feel very dizzy. He did some checks and yeah. But... why are you asking me this?"
"Because for the last weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about you and the baby."
"You don't have to. You are not guilty or anything."
"I grew up without a father. I saw my mother going through so much shit. I don't want you to go through all that. I want to be a father to my child. Someone I never had."
You took a moment to fully digest what he just said. He waited anxiously for an answer. 
"Look, I will have a baby soon, a baby who can become attached. If they become attached to you and then you later decide that you don't want to do this... I believe that is worse. So, while I do appreciate your concerns, I was nothing more to you than a quick fuck. It is... unfortunate, that I got pregnant, but as I said it is something I am dealing with. So, please, if you don't mean it, don't get involved. You might think now that you want to be a part of this because you pity me or whatever, but if you change your mind..."
"I don't want to change my mind. Yes, it was meant to be a one-night stand but I can't ignore a child. My child. I'm not a coward. I want to be a part of the life of this little one." 
You looked into his eyes, trying to figure him out. He looked serious. Maybe he really had a change of heart during the last couple months. You pulled out your wallet and a picture from it. You handed it to him.
He looked at the ultrasound.
"I'm currently 11 weeks along. The baby is 41mm long. The doctor said it's the size of a fig. We don't know the gender just yet, but they are healthy."
"Healthy. Good." he wanted to hand back the photo but you didn't take it.
"I have more at home, you can have that. I have a check-up next week, you could come if you have time."
"I'll be there."
You stood up and were about to walk away when you turned to look at him.
"If you don't come next week. I mean without a good reason, I don't want you to come after. I am already very attached to this little fig, and I don't want them hurt."
"I'll be there, text me the time and place."
You nodded before saying goodbye and walking away.
He stayed, looking at the picture.
"My little fig." he smiled before he too, headed home.
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Honestly, you were shocked to see him at the doctor's the next week. 
Every time he showed up.
He started to take you out to eat afterwards and started to ask more and more questions.
Billy asked you to move into his place which you didn't want but you did go over to his place many times.
You spent most of your weekends there. And lately, you even spent your nights there. In a separate room, but you did stay.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh! I heard babies can hear voices, I'm talking to them so they would recognize me when they are born." you shook your head as you continued to look at stuff on your phone. Subconsciously, one of your hands found his hair. You started to run your fingers through his locks as he continued to softly speak to the baby.
"We should get married." you nearly threw your phone at the TV.
"What?" you sat up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. He moved with you as he sat in front of you. The expression on his face was as serious as ever.
"You heard me. Marry me?"
"Why would I... What? No. Just because of the baby? That is-"
"Logical. We get married, you take my last name and the baby does too. It is logical."
"Did you hit your head or something?"
"What? Why?"
"You? Marriage?"
"Yes."
"Like in the old days? You get the woman pregnant and so you have to marry her?"
"I was thinking more about the baby and you. In case something happens to me, you two would be good on money."
"I don't want your money."
"I know you don't, I am giving it to you and the baby. We don't have to, but you can think about it."
"I honestly don't know."
"I know you probably wanted to marry out of love, fuck I never wanted to get married but here I am. With a baby on the way and with you. You are such an amazing girl, Y/N. I'm happy that you are the mother of my baby."
'"I'm very glad to hear that Billy, however, marriage is a big thing. Now don't get me wrong I have heard about people getting married for less and I'm not the biggest in the love department either. I truly believe you should marry someone you can see yourself for the rest of your life with and not be crazy in love with them but..."
"You told me this before. You said 'but you still believe that there should be love for marriage and not like love between friends.' And then you started crying because you couldn't explain yourself fully and I had to get you ice cream."
"Exactly."
"What would make you want to marry me?"
You placed your hand on his cheek.
"You might think now that its a good idea. You might think now that you would want me by your side forever, but I know Billy that one day, you would look at me and be disappointed that you married me because of our baby. One day you will be in a club, surrounded by girls and drinks and you won't think of me or our child, I want a loyal husband, and I wouldn't want you to throw the accusation at me, saying that you only married me for the baby and you would end up hating me."
"You believe that would happen? That I would regret it all and I would... what? Blame you for it?"
"Yes."
"You think that lowly of me?"
"No, I think that lowly of myself." you let out a sigh. "Look Billy, tell me that we are not here just because of the baby. You wouldn't be here if I wasn't pregnant. You would be out there as you were before. You don't want me, you want the baby. And that is completely fine. And it is all I can ask for. For you to love the kid. That's it."
"But I do love you. You are the mother of my child. How can I not?"
"Billy, please. You only care for me because of the baby. And I know that and it's okay."
Billy wanted to tell you that it wasn't true. That he truly cared for you. More than you could imagine.
He wanted to lift all of your insecurities and show you just how amazing you were.
But he did. Because he was afraid. 
Not of losing his old life, but of losing you. 
If you didn't believe him like this, he will prove his love in other ways.
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You smiled as you saw the roses on the table. They looked amazing. 
Beautiful white roses with a little note.
You debated picking it up and reading it until you saw your name on the paper.
'To my beautiful wife' it read on the inside and it made you scoff.
Since when did he become such a romantic?
You let out a long sigh. 
Billy was trying way too hard. You were afraid one day he will realize this is not what he wants and just pack up and leave.
You were terrified that he will make you get used to his closeness and then pull away, leaving you to fall alone.
You really tried to keep your distance, to not fall in love or to not harbour feelings that would hurt you.
You really tried but it was very difficult because each time you saw his eyes sparkle as he looked at you, each time at the doctor's when he asked something about you or the baby, it made you feel so safe and happy.
When he asked you to marry him, you were ready to say yes. It was your first thought when he asked the question but then you realized your situation.
He doesn't love you to get married. He wants the baby around and that's fine.
You felt like you were lulling yourself into false realities and you couldn't let that happen.
Not with you becoming a mother.
Not with you knowing about his past. It felt like wherever you went you could see girls staring at you, eyeing you up and down. The dark thought of who he had slept with was always in the back of your head.
You knew you should let it go.
But it is easier said than done. 
You were making lunch when Billy arrived home.
"Here you are. I actually wanted to go out for food, but I guess its too late now."
"Yeah, maybe tomorrow. Thank you for the flowers." you gave him a small smile.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, they are beautiful."
"And the card?" 
"Card?"
"Yes, wrote it myself actually. Did you like it?"
You turned back to the oven and got the pan out. Billy only shook his head as he smirked before he left to take a quick shower.
Soon, he joined you at the table.
Eating the chicken you made.
"I have an appointment tomorrow."
"I know. It's baby gender time." he smiled.
"Yeah. What would you prefer? A boy or a girl?"
"Either is fine really. What about you?"
"I thought I wanted a son, but lately I have been imagining a little girl and I realized I would be fine with any really."
"Should we have one of those crazy gender reveal parties?"
"Oh gosh, no! You know I hate to be the centre of attention. I'm fine if the doctor tells us."
"Just an idea. Then I can at least finish their room."
"Oh, I did order more things. I wanted to wait for you with the furniture though. Since you want to paint the room."
"We will know the gender tomorrow, so I can paint this weekend, then we can look at furniture and finish it up in a couple weeks." he nodded. "We are a good team, Y/N."
"Yeah, we are." you agreed as you finished your chicken and went to wash your plates.
Soon, you felt his arms move around you as you put the dishes to dry.
The way he held you, you let yourself imagine what if he loved you. What if the baby wasn't an accident? What if he wanted to be here for you?
"Y/N, marry me."
"Billy," you groaned as you turned in his arms, seeing the serious expression on his face you fell silent.
"I am serious. I love you both so much, please, marry me." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, it was a jewellery box so it had to be a ring. And as he opened it, sure enough, it was. A rather expensive looking one at that. "I want to give you and our child the world. I want us to be a real family. Would you marry me?" You needed a moment to think.
"Yes. I will marry you." he smiled as he placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for a breath-taking kiss.
"I love you so much." he said as his lips moved to your neck. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to the bedroom.
"I love you too," you whispered to him as he began to remove your clothes, kissing your baby bump.
His eyes were filled with love, you couldn't look away.
---
The next day, you lay on the examination table with butterflies in your stomach.
You will finally know if you are having a girl or a boy.
Billy stood beside you, holding your hand as he smiled.
"As you can see, the head, two little hands and legs." the doctor said pointing everything out on the screen. "Are we ready to know the gender?"
"Yes." you said as Billy squeezed your hand.
"Let's see... Looks to be a little girl." she said as you looked at Billy whose eyes were glued to the monitor, smiling softly to himself.
"Then we can get the pink shoes you have been eyeing." you said as he finally looked at you.
During a recent trip to the mall, you found him in the kid's section when you were looking for some clothes. You found him standing there with a pink princess shoe in his hand as he smiled at the pink glittery object.
"Looks like we can." he said before he moved to place a kiss on your forehead.
You were really glad you judged him wrong.
You were glad he turned out to be a loving person and he grew into his potential. You knew he will be an amazing father and husband. 
Judging by the small smile on his face, it said it all.
The little girl had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers and she wasn't even born yet.
When the doctor left to print out the photos for you, he turned to you, kissing your lips.
"I love you so much." he said before moving back to look at the screen. In the end, it was Billy who became attached to you and your daughter. You felt a wave of happiness wash over you as all of your insecurities and worries left your body.
All that was left was happiness. 
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i know a place - billy hargrove one-shot
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billy hargrove x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ (mdni), swearing, smut, public sex, oral (f receiving), choking, size kink.
summary: when billy finds her painting alone, things take a rapid turn.
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Billy had been watching you for a few weeks now. It had been by accident, really. Leaving practice late and hearing the music coming faintly from the art room. Pausing at the door as he listened to the Pixies playing. Figuring it was one of the art freaks who wanted some time away.
Glancing through the glass pane and shocked to see you sitting at the easel. Hair pulled back in a messy bun. Paint brush in hand as you bobbed along to the music.
Completely in your element.
Completely oblivious that someone was peering in during this private moment.
Billy knew who you were, but he didn't know you. Caught a few glimpses of you during the biology class you shared together. You were one of the quiet ones who sat by themselves for the most part. Keep your head down and openly cringed whenever the teacher calls upon you or asks the class to pair up.
You weren't usually the type Billy went for. He liked them easy and fast.
You were a good girl who did her homework and never broke curfew.
You seemed like an effort. The effort he didn't have.
Yet seeing you in this private moment. The way your hands moved quickly across the canvas. The slow, happy movements of the music are playing. The little streak of red paint on the side of your cheek.
Maybe you were worth the effort after all.
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You always preferred painting after school hours. The art teacher leaving the room open for you. It was quiet, peaceful and you could be by yourself. No one looking over your shoulder, questioning what you were doing.
You had learnt young that Hawkins was the sort of place that rejected you if you didn't fit the right mold.
You weren't rich enough to be with the rich kids.
Yet not poor enough to be apart of the outcasts.
Not sporty enough to be a jock or cheerleader.
Not smart enough to be apart of the honour roll kids.
Not pretty enough to be popular.
Not nerdy enough to be a part of the fantasy kids.
You simply were.
And in a place like Hawkins, that made you invisible. Someone who slipped through the cracks to fall into obscurity.
You had friends, but none that were a solid fixation in your life.
You liked it this way. You kept your head down, did your work and prayed you'd get out of Hawkins one day.
That you might find a place that allowed you to simply be yet still noticed you.
It happened in biology.
Your heart pounding when the teacher asked you to pair up; an activity you always dreaded.
Always sitting there awkwardly and waiting until the outcasts were left and the teacher forced you to awkwardly interact for 45 minutes.
You didn't expect someone to slam their books down next to you; blonde curls fill your peripheral vision.
Your eyes widening when you realised it was Billy Hargrove.
He had been in Hawkins for a short time but had already made a name for himself.
The new King of Hawkins.
The new heartbreaker.
The new bully.
And he was sitting next to you.
"Um-"
"Wanna be partners?" You realised you had yet to actually hear him speak before. His voice was deeper than you expected, an edge to it- like a knife cutting through something hard.
"With me?" You asked in disbelief.
Billy chuckles lowly and nods his head, staring intensely at you.
"I sat next to you, didn't I?"
"You know I'm not that smart, right?" You say softly.
Sure, you were passing the class, but you weren't at the top of the class. Somewhere nicely in the middle, enough to get into a decent college, but you wouldn't need to make a speech at graduation.
Billy chuckled again, shaking his head at you.
"I didn't want to be your partner because I thought you were smart."
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What Billy didn't expect was for you to be funny as hell.
When Hagan thought it would be funny to toss his cow's heart across the room, watching as it landed on Carol and Tina's desk. Both of them squealing, and Billy watches as you cringe.
"I definitely think he is over-compensating for something."
It wasn't a comment directed towards Billy, but he still laughed as you awkwardly glanced at him. A tight, awkward smile graces your features before you turn back to the workbook.
You were also a hell of a lot smarter than you let on. You worked through the workbook with ease, pointing out small things to Billy.
He watches as your cheeks tint a light pink when your small hand accidentally brushes against his, before you quickly rip it away and look away.
"You look cute when you blush." Billy muttered.
You suck in your cheeks, clicking in tongue as you glance up at Billy.
"Smooth talk won't work on me, Hargrove."
And maybe you had a bit of a razor tongue too, but Billy liked it.
He wanted more of it.
He tries each class. Gently pushing and probing, but you never gave an inch. You were sweet, you talked back, and answered questions but never gave him anything.
"You got any siblings?"
"Yes."
"Do you like Hawkins?"
"No."
"Wanna go out with me?"
"Do your work, Hargrove."
He keeps watching you after practice too. Standing there quietly as he watches you in the art room. Sometimes he wonders what you'd do if he opened the door and revealed himself.
But it felt like something special between the two of you. Seeing you in that moment, completely carefree and yourself.
He keeps pairing up with you in biology. Trying to push past that barrier you had spent so long putting up around yourself.
If you dare give some of yourself to Billy, it's not long before you're quickly pulling it back off him.
You were one hard fucking case to crack.
And usually he would've given up by now, moved onto something easier.
But he found his mind drifting to you when he was alone. That small, tight-lipped smile whenever he says something funny, how you dance in your stool while painting, and how all your clothes seem to have tiny flecks of paint scattered on them. The wise-ass remarks you mutter when you think he isn't paying attention.
He wanted to know all of you.
And if that meant he would have to watch you every damn day through a glass pane than so be it.
It's when he catches you in biology. Lazily drawing a butterfly in the margin of your notebook, hardly paying attention to what the teacher was rambling about. Billy tears his attention away from the chalkboard, gripping his pen as he reaches over and draws a faint lightning bolt.
You glance at him, pursing your lips before moving your pen and expanding on Billy's crudely drawn lightning bolt. He watches as you add the shading, making his bad drawing look like something magical.
"That's pretty rad," he mutters under his breath as you give him that tight-lipped smile. "Reckon you could draw me a hot chick with a guitar next?" He teases.
Watching as you roll your eyes and nudge his hand away.
But he notices that smile. Finally, one with some teeth.
And God damn he'll take it.
And he's even more proud when he gets to his locker later that afternoon to find a piece of paper folded. Unfolding it and grinning when he saws the curvacious girl holding the guitar. Roughly drawn with a pen but only done by one person.
Carefully folding it and making sure that it slips into his wallet without tearing.
And it becomes the most precious thing he owns.
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He finds you painting again after hours. Staring at you through the window of the art room door.
The way the thin strap of your dress fell down your shoulder as you lost yourself in creating.
Billy had never been the artistic type, and he'd always been better at the logical- the shit that had reasoning behind it. His mom had been the creative one, something Billy had always enjoyed watching her do when she had been around.
The way your hand moved with ease, guiding the brush where you wanted on the canvas.
Creating something beautiful from nothing.
And how beautiful you looked while doing it.
Billy finds himself doing something he's never done before. Pushing the door open.
He watches you jump, turning around and narrowing your eyes when you see Billy standing there.
"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked in a soft voice as Billy walks into the room.
The smell of paint, turpentine and your perfume engulfing his sense as he closes his eyes for a brief moment.
"You're always painting in here." He says with a casual shrug.
"I like it when it's quiet." You mutter.
Had he been watching you? How long had he'd known that you came here?
"I fucking suck at art." He mutters as he walks closer towards you.
You climbing off the stool and staring up at him with wide eyes.
His hair still damp from the shower after practice.
"It's not that hard. You just create what's in your head."
Billy chuckling darkly as he took another step towards you.
"You don't wanna see what's in my head, Princess."
Your heart is pounding in your chest at the nickname. The way he's taking another step towards you, his strong body looming overs yours as you stare up at him.
"Tell me. What's in your head, Billy?" You asked in a low voice.
A confident smirk coming across his face as he dips his finger in some of the paint.
"Bending you over this table, pushing that pretty little dress and making you scream my name."
The heat surged from your stomach to between your legs at the thought of Billy's hands on you. What his lips would taste like, how his cock would feel inside you, the marks he would litter your body with.
He was staring intensely at you. The next move was entirely up to you.
"And then what happens?" You ask in a low voice, taking a step towards him.
A silent yes. That this was okay and you knew how it would end.
And you wanted it as much as he did.
Billy's rough hand comes up and smudges the small streak of paint on your cheek as you stare at him with wide eyes.
"I've always dreamed of fucking in school." He muttered, his finger pressing a little more roughly into your cheek.
"Wanna help me fulfill it?"
You're the one who initiates the kiss. Pressing your lips hungrily against his. It's messy, his hand gripping your neck and pulling you roughly into him. Teeths smashing against each other, lips pressed roughly against each other. Weeks of growing tension are finally being let out.
Billy props you on the paint-stained table with ease, shoving your dress around your waist, his hands roughly gripping your thigh as he drops to your knees.
His nose nudging against your inner thigh as your legs spread more of him, Billy sucking in a breath. Watching transfixed as you push your underwear down your hips, Billy hurriedly helping you remove them.
"You know how much I've thought of this pussy?"
He wastes no time burying his head between your legs. His tongue experimentally came out and swiped between your damp folds. The hitch in your breath, the way your hands clenched together tightly at the motion, was the silent answers Billy nodded.
His nose bumped against your clit as you closed your eyes; his tongue felt like it was everywhere. His large hands gripped your legs tightly. The paint he had put on his fingers spreading across one of your thighs.
Your head fell back as you whimpered above him. Wrapping your legs around his head, holding him tightly as you ground your pussy against his face.
Billy eating your pussy like a man starved. His tongue lapping up your desire filled the room, his nose purposely bumping against your clit. The perfect mixture of his tongue pushing past your folds and nose pushing against your clit.
The way his tongue seems to be working you like he knew every inch of your body. The way you would feel it push through your folds, probing you gently as you whimpered his name.
That coil tightened painfully in your stomach as you tightly clenched your hands. Nails digging roughly into the palm of your hand, leaving crescent-shaped indents in its wake.
"Billy- I- fuck." You pant out, clenching your eyes shut tightly.
Your legs shake as Billy abruptly pulls away from you. Leaving you on that vicious precipice, your entire body feeling like it had been set alight.
"Why did-" You whimper out as Billy smirks at you.
His lips and chin glisten with your juices as he stands up. Wasting no time in undoing his belt, the outline of his hard cock evident through his tight jeans.
"You really think I'm not feeling you cum around my cock the first time?" He laughs in a low voice, shaking his head at you. Watching as pushes his jeans down, pulling out his hard cock as you nibble on your bottom lip. Slightly daunted by his size.
Billy smirking down at you.
"Never seen one this big have you, Princess? You're wondering if you'll be able to take it."
He wasn't lying. Sure, your previous dalliances hadn't been small, but they hardly had the same girth and length as Billy's.
Though any doubt is ripped from your mind when he roughly grips your legs, pulling you towards him before gripping his cock. Stroking it a few times as he groans above you, the head leaking with pre-cum.
"You'll be fine," He mutters, his head nudging your wet entrance. Your hands try to find some grounding, clenching your hands tightly as Billy pushes his tip inside you. "I'll take good care of you, Princess."
Billy grunted as he pushed into you. Your nails dug into his strong muscles as your body pushed by force up the dirty table. Billy staring intensely down at you. "You okay?" He manages to rasp out.
"So fucking tight." He mutters, still gauging your reaction. The small nod of your head is all he needed before roughly moving inside you.
Your back arching off the table as you gasp out his name, Billy groaning at the sound of his name falling from your lips. You know that you get caught at any moment, anyone could walk by and see what you two were doing.
Yet, for some reason, that only added to the pleasure that was rippling through your body. He felt all-encompassing like you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he slowly moved inside you. His golden chest flush against yours, his blue eyes staring intensely into your own. The way his hands were moving over pieces of your body, holding your arm, briefly gripping your neck or hitching a thigh over broad shoulder.
Both of you groan loudly as he pushes deeper inside you.
The crude sound of flesh slapping against flesh and breathless pants drowning out the sound of the forgotten music that was still playing in the background.
"You close, baby?" He mutters in a low voice.
You could feel yourself falling over the edge, but it was like you couldn't quite reach it. Clenching your eyes shut as you shake your head, feeling Billy twitch inside you as he lets out a mumble.
His hand reached out and slipped between the two of you. His thumb brushing against your clit as he hitches the other leg over his shoulder. Watching you intensely as you moan out his name, arching off the table.
The firm pressure of his thumb circling clit is what you needed. Hands clenching roughly together as your legs cramp and shake.
"Billy- fuck!" You hiss out, tightening around him as you see white.
Your entire body goes stiff as Billy stares down in amazement. Watching you fall apart beneath him. It's always the most beautiful fucking sight he's ever seen.
Seeing a woman completely lost in pleasure and because of him.
It was the biggest fucking ego boost.
And it always made him cum so fucking hard.
Groaning out your name as he spills himself inside you. Groaning as he fucks into you roughly a few times before gently pulling out. Gently dropping your legs as you both groan at the loss of closeness.
You lay there for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as Billy carefully tucks himself back into his jeans.
He watches as you finally sit up, pushing your dress back down and stare at Billy nervously before chuckling.
"How long have you been watching me?" You finally ask.
Billy glancing up at you as he does up his belt, shrugging his shoulders.
"Awhile."
You nod as you jump off the table, searching the ground before finding your discarded underwear. Billy watching as you slip them back on and glance at Billy.
"You gonna ask?" You finally say, Billy quirking a brow at you.
"Ask what?"
"Ask me out?"
Billy chuckles lowly as he reaches into his top pocket, producing his crumbled pack of cigarettes. Whacking it into his palm a few times before pulling out a cigarette and pinching it between his lips.
"I did ask you out. You turned me down."
You smirk lowly at him.
"That's before I knew what you had in your pants."
Billy smirked and took a step towards you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"You know I've always wanted to learn how to paint." He says in a low voice.
"Is that, right?"
He nods his head, pulling out his lighter and lighting up his cigarette with ease.
"I'd be far more receptive to art if you let me paint you naked." He suggests.
All you can do is smirk up at Billy.
"I think we can arrange that."
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"Star Boy" ~ B. Hargrove
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Summary: When Billy and Reader go for a late-night drive, the stars are just too beautiful to not stop and gaze at them.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader (R wears a skirt though)
Word Count: 1,043
Content Warnings: a mild sexual joke, i think that's it? unless you count Billy being very out of character lol
Extra Notes: this is kind of rushed because i simply don't know to write a Billy fic lol, i hope you guys enjoy regardless of my crappy writing!
Originally Written: 10/24/2023 through 10/25/2023
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The windows were down and the radio was cranked up, the cool October breeze surrounding you like the perfect weighted blanket.
Billy's left hand was settled on the steering wheel, the other placed affectionately in yours. He hummed along to the AC/DC track playing in the stereo, a sound that was, quite literally, music to your ears. You'd always told him he should join a band, but he simply insisted that he didn't want to, since you were the only girl he wanted fawning over him.
His fingers tapped against the leather of the steering wheel, the noise bringing a strange sense of comfort to you. It was truly nights like these that you lived for. No matter how many late night drives you and Billy went on, no matter how many ten p.m. trips to 7-Eleven you took together, you'd truly never get your fill.
Billy spoke up abruptly, breaking you from your thoughts as you watched the passing trees. "You wanna do something fun and a little bit illegal?"
You raised an inquisitive brow in his direction. "Are you trying to get Neil to kill me or you?" you questioned, though internally curious about where this was going.
"Don't worry about him. If we play our cards right, he'll never know," he said. He lifted your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle—and somewhat persuasive—kiss over the soft skin of your knuckles.
It didn't take much to have you agreeing, and soon, he'd whipped the car in a different direction, heading toward what you could only assume was the middle of nowhere, given the sheer amount of trees surrounding the vehicle.
A few minutes later, he was putting the car in park and hopping out, jogging over to your side to grab the door. Once again, Billy was taking your hand in his, this time leading you over to what appeared to be a tall, white fence. The moonlight sparkled along the wood and on the fresh green grass, and you soon realized exactly where he was leading you.
"Why are we at the country club?" you whispered, almost anticipating for someone to catch you.
"You'll see," he simply answered before his hands were distracting you, grabbing you by the waist. "Come here, I'll give you a boost up."
"As long as you don't try to look up my skirt," you scolded, a defensive finger pointing at his face.
"I would only look up your skirt if I was given proper consent first."
You mumbled something sarcastic about him clearly being a gentleman before he was hoisting you up on his shoulders. Billy practically tossed you over the fence like a sack of potatoes, leaving you to wonder just how many pounds he was bench pressing at the gym.
The sight on the other side of the fence had you nearly in tears. A blanket was spread across the luscious grass, the moon shining on the lake beside it. Pillows and unlit candles surrounded the area, and your heart flipped at the sight. "Billy," you simply said, a thousand emotions hidden in the word.
"Do you like it?" he asked, joining you behind the fence.
"I love it," you smiled through teary eyes. You all but pulled him toward the blanket, though you were internally curious as to why he was being so romantic all of a sudden.
He moved around a couple of the pillows to make the space more comfy for the both of you, instructing you to lie back on the cushions. "I thought we could go stargazing. You've always told me you wanted to see a shooting star. Air's supposed to be clearer on this side of town."
And so, the two of you lay back on the blanket, your hand in his as he began to point out various constellations and shapes. Though, the beauty of the Big Dipper had nothing on the sparkle in Billy's eyes as he explained the stars to you.
The two of you examined each speck of light for hours, conversation barely ceasing as Billy pointed out every detail of Orion's Belt, every line of Andromeda. Your heart warmed at the sight, remembering how hard of a time he'd had adjusting to his cross-country move. Now, he'd found something about Hawkins that made him happy, and your heart swooned at that.
"Promise me something, Billy?" you said suddenly, rubbing soft lines on the back of his hands where your fingers met.
He turned to face you, messy curls framing his face as the moon shone down on those cerulean eyes you'd fallen in love with. "What's that?"
"Never lose that sparkle you have when you talk about this stuff?"
He snickered before pulling you up for a kiss, the taste of cherry slushie prominent on both of your mouths. "Don't go sappy on me now."
"I can't help it," you huffed in amusement. "You bring it out of me. You're like a puppy or something. I can't help but find you adorable."
His eyes narrowed in on you, clearly not amused at your words. "I don't know what they put in your slushie, but I think you need your eyes checked because I am not as cute as a puppy."
"You keep telling yourself that, you big golden retriever in black cat's clothing," you said, eliciting another deep chuckle from the man. "You still haven't promised, by the way."
In one swift motion, he was grabbing your body and pulling you down on him, eyes filled with love as he looked up at your squealing form. "I promise."
"You have to say the whole thing."
Billy held up a finger, drawing a 't' shape over the pocket of his tee shirt. "I, William Neil Hargrove, will never lose my sparkle. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Now, was that so hard?" you giggled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Yes, it was," he grumbled. "But I love you, so savor it because I'm not doing it again."
You rested your head on his hard chest, his scent and feel enveloping you like a bubble, made to keep away anyone or anything else from just the two of you. "I suppose I'll take it, star boy."
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Harrington's Sister
Billy Hargrove x Harrington!fem!reader
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: fighting (blood, stitching), reader and billy sneaking around and making out lol, lots of smoking, drinking, parties, lots of drunk characters running around 
Author’s Note: If you recognize this one you probably read ‘Harrington’ in 2020! This is the updated version of that and also the longest thing I’ve posted on this blog too date! What can I say, my love for Billy possesses me and takes over. 
Disclaimer: While this is set during season 2, I don’t condone Billy’s actions in that season in the slightest. He’s an asshole and racist and has done inexcusable things. Whenever I write for him I am writing for a version of him that could’ve been better had the world around him been expanded more! 
Original Request: by anon, hello! I love all of your recent content and I was wondering if you could write a billy hargrove x harrington!reader? something like they’re in a make out session and they get caught? or literally anything if you’re not comfortable with that. thank you x
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You leaned against Steve’s car, looking down at your wristwatch. He was late. Again. You had homework to do and the longer he took the longer you would be up working. You weren’t willing to pull an all-nighter before the test you had tomorrow in first period. 
You looked around the bustling crowd of people for your older brother. He was only older by 10 months. The Harrington’s ‘two kids and done’ rule was over within two years, which prompted you and Steve to be so close in age. 
You pushed yourself off the side of his car and wondered if Nancy had left yet. She was probably with Steve if she hadn’t. You might be able to find him, or at least get a ride from her. You had a grueling ethics essay that needed your attention and you knew that if the motivation went away you wouldn’t be able to retain it soon enough to get it done. 
You started to look through the parking lot, filled with high schoolers who couldn’t drive for the life of them, for Nancy’s car. You didn’t dare enter the roadways with everyone leaving. You slithered between some parked cars and ran right into Billy Hargrove who was opening up the driver's door to his camaro. 
“Woah there,” he said out of reflex, holding his hands to stop your momentum. Your breath hitched from the distraction. You were surprised to see him still around. Usually he was the first out of the parking lot, his car screeching as it made sharp turns. 
“Sorry,” you breathed out. You tried to go around him but his car door was still in the way. 
“Have you seen Max?” he asked. He knew you were often around his sister, or at least Steve was. 
“No. Have you seen Steve?” 
“No,” he grumbled. He looked above your head. You weren’t sure if he was looking for his sister or your brother but you didn’t move out of his way. “I’m supposed to take her to the arcade.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling you this. Perhaps it was because you were so off limits that he couldn’t help but be fond of you. Maybe it was because you were the only person in front of him who could listen. It was probably because you were in similar predicaments. 
“Yeah well I have to do homework and Steve has the car keys,” you responded. He met your eyes. “If you see him will you yell at him?” 
“I always do sweetheart.” You pursed your lips and pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face. Billy Hargrove was the worst kind of guy. Steve hated him and you didn’t blame him. He was an asshole to everyone around him and a delinquent in the most traditional form. 
But you couldn’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards him. It was likely rooted in the hatred Steve had for him, the natural urge to defy your older brother. You avoided him as best you could because you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him for longer than you could stand him. 
You saw Steve standing beside Nancy’s car and you ran up to him, shaking off the small interaction for nothing more than it was. Small. 
-
Billy wouldn’t say he went out of his way to see you but he did park right next to Steve’s car for a reason. When you approached it at the end of the school day he was already there, waiting, a cigarette dancing between his fingers. 
“Where’s Harrington?” Billy questioned. You went to open the passenger door to ignore this conversation but of course it was locked. 
“I’m Harrington,” you argued. You turned around. There was no getting out of this one. 
“Steve,” he corrected. He gestured with his two fingers back at the school. “Caught up with Wheeler again?” “Getting things from his locker. At least told me he would be longer today.” Billy pushed himself off the side of his car gently, not wanting to leave any kind of scruff on it. You were so close just by the sheer nature of the car’s being parked beside each other. You swallowed hard. 
“Max skipped today,” he said, voice low. “I could take you back if you don’t wanna wait.”
“Now why would you do that?” you questioned. You crossed your arms defensively. You hoped that putting some more space between you two would make it easier to deny him. 
“Out of the kindness of my heart.”
“You have a heart?”
“You’re welcome to come check for a pulse.” You narrowed your eyes at him, a sly smile playing on your face. You were close enough to touch him and though you knew you shouldn’t, you wanted to make him think you were bolder than you were. You put your hand flat on his chest. He had his red shirt half unbuttoned. You were touching his skin with your fingers spread out. You made a face like you were thinking, contemplating the heart within him. 
“Feels faint. You should get that checked out Hargrove.” He was looking at you with eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. Lust? Adoration? Thrill? 
“You probably got a better grade in bio than I did. I’ll take your word for it.” You looked behind him, trying to find Steve among the crowd of dissipating students. “What harm will it do?” he asked, like he could read your mind. 
You met his eyes again. 
“You got a piece of paper?” 
He went and shuffled through his dashboard for something to write on. He found a napkin and you pulled a pen out of your bag. 
Found another ride
Sister
You put the napkin underneath the windshield wipers. Then you got in the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car. You could smell the cologne he wore everyday, like he had spilled it on the carpet and it never came out. When he started the car music erupted from the speakers, Van Halen you were fairly sure. He pulled out of the parking spot, almost hitting someone, and then screeched through the lot to the exit. 
You tried to hide the thrill in your chest. You shouldn’t be this excited to be in his car, to be on the other end of watching him leave the school. You were victim to something every other girl in the near vicinity was - feeling a pull towards the bad boy. You wanted to be better or at least be different but he had this routine locked down. He knew exactly what he was doing when he turned the music down to look at you. You wondered if the eyes he was making were part of his line, to reel you in. 
“Which way am I turning?” he questioned, lowly. You pointed up towards the next street. 
“Right. Then the second left.” He nodded. He took the turn too sharply. Despite his recklessness, you felt safe in the car with him. It’s like his own belief that he was invincible had worn off on you. “Thank you for taking me.” You had no real need to be home sooner. You would’ve been fine waiting for Steve. But you found you were better now that you were with Billy. 
“No problem sweetheart.” 
You drove in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You were surprised to find him not throwing out line after line. Maybe this was his thing. Make you want him more than he wanted you so that giving in felt like his choice. He had the music turned up more, tapping on the steering wheel. 
“Right up here.” There was an ease in the air that was only encouraged by the slight summer air from the windows. Billy rolled his down a bit to get the airflow. The sunrays were burning up your thighs. You squirmed, trying to get them out of the direct light. “That house.” 
You knew the drive was gonna be short but you still found yourself wishing you had led him elsewhere. Some sort of long route to have a reason to stay with him. He pulled up in front of your house, looking up at it. 
You followed his gaze, trying to see it how he would. 
There was a gentle silence. 
“You wanna go get something to ea-”
“Yes,” you finished. You had seen that charming smile on his face, one that he gave when he knew he got what he wanted. He reached in front of you and grabbed a cigarette pack out of the front compartment. He pushed one out with his finger and placed it between his teeth. 
“You know your brother probably wouldn’t want you in my car.”
“I think I’m a big girl who can make decisions for herself. Don’t you?” The smile grew, all teeth. He had raised his eyebrow slightly, like he was assessing the situation and knew how it would end. 
“Let’s get something to eat.”
He had never turned off the car. He pushed down on the gas. 
-
Something about Billy was so easy. The foundation of your relationship had been built on secrecy, which made it so alluring. Maybe the two of you were just destined to continue some sort of doomed circle of attraction. Whatever the reason, you weren’t about to let go. 
Billy and you stuck to sneaking around after school, ignoring each other during it. You would often pretend to have a study group, which was believable. You would also make up some story about sleeping over at a friends, which was less so, but you saved that for special occasions. 
Sneaking around with Billy was the most scandalous thing you had done. You were willing to bet it wasn’t the most scandalous thing he had done. But for some reason he stuck around, never giving you a hint of wanting to be somewhere else. 
The inside of the Camaro had become a comfort. You started to know the grooves of the car, the way the passenger door stuck or the dim lighting of the overhead bulbs. 
You pushed the rearview mirror back so that you could see your face. You fixed your hair, messy from an afternoon well spent. Billy snuck a hand onto your thigh. You eyed him evenly.
“Down boy,” you whispered.
He scoffed, his tongue coming out in his smile. He removed his hand obediently but not after a pat. You adjusted the seat you were in so it wasn’t reclining anymore. You looked back at yourself in the mirror, surprised to see you were grinning. It was like you couldn’t help it. 
You glanced out the window out of habit. You were parked on the side of a highway ten miles outside of Hawkins. You knew there were almost no chances of Steve finding you out here, but the adrenaline of the almost kept you looking. 
“Harrington isn’t gonna find us out here. Relax princess.” You gave him a narrow look. “Steve isn’t gonna find us out here.” You nodded once and relaxed back into your seat. He placed a toothpick between his teeth. 
“You never know. He likes to be spontaneous.” 
Billy was so used to sneaking around. Usually it was with girls he didn’t want to be seen with. It was rooted in selfish reasons, almost every time. Almost. He found that sneaking around with you was more exhilarating. Was it because of Steve or had Billy Hargrove actually found himself in love? 
The mere thought made him want to pull away from the situation but he stayed, too stubborn to fight even himself. 
“Would it be so bad if he caught us?” Billy asked. You placed your elbow on the dash between you, holding your chin in your hand. 
“He’d kill you,” you whispered. He looked up at you, the smile on his face creeping wider. 
“I’d like to see him try,” he whispered back, a surprising amount of sincerity in his voice. 
-
“You sure you don’t need a ride today?” Steve was following close behind you. You were weaving through the crowd of rushing students. 
“I’m sure. Thank you though.” If you weren’t so wound up in the heat of the relationship you might’ve still had Steve take you back a couple times a week. Most of the time you were skipping the last period with Billy or you had him taking you home before Steve ever left the school. 
It had been almost a month that you and Billy had been sneaking around. Nancy wasn’t really cutting it anymore, in the way of excuses. She was your friend but she was also your brothers girlfriend so you couldn’t exactly confide in her where you were spending all of your hopeless afternoons. 
You emerged into the parking lot. You both stopped. 
“Where are you going today?”
“Study group.”
“For which class?”
“Chemistry.” He narrowed his eyes on you.
“With who?” 
“Steve I don’t appreciate this line of questioning.” He searched your face for a weakness. You had none. “Tell mom I’ll be back before dinner.” You could tell he wanted to argue but had nothing to back himself up with. “Goodbye Steve.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You wound me. Goodbye Steve.” 
“Are you still going to the party tonight at Thompsons?” 
“Yeah. I’ll be back in plenty of time for that,” you promised. He nodded once, suspiciously. 
He started to back up and ran right into someone. With his flurry of apologies you were able to sneak away. You walked around the back of the school, searching in your bag for the cigarette you had stolen from Billy that morning. You found it after a moment. You fought with your lighter for a moment before placing it between your lips and landing between buildings next to the racetrack. 
Billy was already there. 
“Where’d you get that?” he asked, gesturing to your lips. You took it between your fingers to leave a chaste kiss on his mouth. 
“Found it in my boyfriend's car.” 
“Shouldn’t be dating a guy that smokes. Bad for you,” he hummed, taking it from you. “How was your day sweetheart?” You shrugged. 
“I’m skipping PE next time. I’d rather be caught dead than in that locker room again.”
“You girls have it easy. You can feign a broken nail.”
“Don’t be a douche.” You took your cigarette back. “You act like you ever come to PE.”
“Basketball counts towards my PE elective,” he promised. “I spend plenty of time in the locker rooms.” You raised an eyebrow. 
“Slightly suggestive Hargrove. What are you doing in the locker room that long?” He rolled his eyes. 
“We’re even now.” You nodded once. He approached you and you slung your hands over his shoulders. Smoke emerged from behind him, trailing from the cig. He leaned forward and kissed you. You were addicted to kissing him. He permanently tasted like beer and bad decisions. You wondered lazily if the nicotine on his lips added to your dependency. “You comin to the party tonight?”
“Yup,” you promised. You hadn’t gotten to see Billy break Steve’s keg record in person yet and the sheer idea of it got you excited. When he kissed you again he was smiling. His hands wandered from your hips at the sound of your moan against his lips. 
“I just need to grab something from the locker room.” 
Your eyes shot straight open at the sound of a familiar voice coming down the alley. You pushed Billy off of you, leaving you against the wall heaving, a cigarette still burning between your fingers. 
Steve was at the end of the alley, Nancy trailing behind him. She had a firm grip on her bookbag and at the sight of you her jaw set. You could barely even look at Steve but for the sake of everyone, you met his eyes. His eyes fueled immediately with anger. 
“What the fuck are you doing here with my sister Hargrove?” he demanded. Billy was looking ridiculously guilty, the red from your kisses still on his face. 
“I think you know what I was doing here with your sister Harrington.” 
Steve stomped forward in anger, eager to put his fists to use. You rushed between them, putting your hand against Billy’s chest and facing Steve. 
“Steve, calm down.” 
“Is this where you’ve been going every afternoon? You haven’t been studying at all. You’ve been with Billy Hargrove?” A defeated look went over your face. Steve shook his head in betrayal. “Why would you lie to me?” 
“Because I knew you’d react like this!” 
“Because you were making out with Billy Hargrove!” he repeated. 
“I can make my own decisions!” “Clearly not good ones!” Nancy grabbed Steve’s arm, pulling him gently backwards. He didn’t shake her off. 
“Let it go Harrington,” Billy said. Steve lurched forward and Billy walked in front of you, blocking you. You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him backwards. 
“Alright alright,” you muttered. “You need to go cool off Steve.” 
“She’s right,” Nancy said. She looked at Steve with an even gaze. 
“I’ll see you at the party?” you questioned, eager to have this confrontation end. Steve had a hard look on his face, clearly not wanting to exit this conversation. He didn’t answer which was an answer. You’d see him at the party. Steve kept his gaze on Billy until Nancy forced him to turn around. 
The tension dissipated when he left. 
“Jesus,” you muttered. 
“Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.” You hit his shoulder, rolling your eyes. He scoffed, feigning hurt. He threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him by bending his elbow towards your neck. “I get you for a couple more hours then?”
“Seems like it,” you said optimistically. 
“Let’s go get ready for that party then, hm sweetheart?” 
-
You had been to parties before but you only ever went with Steve. You would usually lose him right after you arrived but end up having to drive him home before midnight. He always swore not to get drunk which absolutely meant he was sure to. 
Going with Billy was different. He took you back to his place, somewhere you had never been before. He had you climb in through the window of his room, laughing as he hoisted you up. You threw clothes at him, knowing you weren’t about to wear your school clothes out. He had nothing in the way of girl clothes but helped you sneak into his step moms room when she and his dad went out. 
“Your mom only has mom clothes,” you said, going through her coat hangers. 
“Step-mom,” he corrected. He was looking in the mirror of her vanity, adjusting his hair. You reached into the back, something that felt like it hadn’t been touched since they moved in. You pulled out a dress, though you weren’t sure it was gonna fit. You hummed, wondering if you could find a pair of scissors to make it work. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He put his head on your shoulder. 
“What about this one?” you asked, holding the fabric in your hands. “I could make it a crop top or maybe a short dress. Some sort of jacket…” you hummed in consideration. 
“Whatever you want. I’m sure she won’t miss it.”
He grabbed you some scissors and you made it your own, satisfied that you were able to go out in it. Then you were back in his car, the music far too loud, and the night air coming in through the cracked windows. By the time you arrived at the Thompsons residence the party had already started. You could hear the music from the car and could see the half drunk people loitering around the deck. Billy got out of the car, surveying the area, and was immediately noticed by one of the basketball players you didn’t recognize. 
You followed him inside, his hand remaining in yours as he dragged you along through the crowd. You kept crashing into people but he kept your hands together, dependent on your touch. You emerged near the punch bowl that was almost certainly not punch. 
“We should’ve pregamed,” you muttered. The smile that came over his face was mischievous and alluring. He had opted only to wear his black leather jacket to the party, not bothering with a shirt underneath. The amount of people there required you to be so close you were almost touching, not that you minded. 
“I’ll drink enough to say we did,” he promised. He leaned over, giving you a sloppy kiss that tasted like whatever was in this punch. You hummed, melting into his touch. He held you up with a hand on your hip. 
When he pulled away he was already dragging you outside. You emerged through the sliding glass doors. You were surprised at the burst of cold air, despite the fact that there were maybe more people out there than there had been inside. It was like the entire senior class was here. 
“Hey Hargrove!” one of the basketball players called. You thought maybe his name was Travis but you weren't sure enough to call out to him. You knew it started with a T. “We’ve been saving this one for you!” Travis slapped the metal keg on the ground. You scoffed, looking at it in dismay. You would have one hell of a headache in the morning after that. Billy whistled at the sight of it. He let go of your hand and you couldn’t hear his voice over the people trying to talk to him. You crossed your arms, watching with curious eyes as someone made the deliberation on who would get to lift him up over it. 
You shook your head in amazement. Billy looked back at you, a reckless smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows at his gaze. He gestured to the keg. 
“Show me how it’s done!” you called. The smile on his face grew. The cockiness of it edged at the lines of his lips. He looked ridiculously good. 
He let two people lift him over it. 
You had practically forgotten about Steve. It seemed like he was a whole other universe of issues. Right now it was just you and Billy and the hundred other seniors that were around. There were not many thoughts going through your head as you watched Billy, the pull towards him suddenly undeniable. 
“Where’d you get that outfit?” 
Steve broke your thoughts. You turned to find him standing beside you. You hadn’t even noticed him approaching.
“None of your business.”
“Mom’s pissed. She made you dinner.”
“Don’t act like you don’t skip dinner all the time.” Your voice would’ve been a mutter had it not been so loud. People had started chanting, counting down, screaming Billy’s name. 
“You’re making a mistake!” Steve called over everyone. “He’s not a good guy!” 
“Some could say you aren’t either!” 
It was a slightly low blow, making him think about the things he had said and done just last year. 
“He won’t change!” Steve argued. 
They put Billy down, cheering followed. 
“Keg King prevails!” someone yelled, slapping him on the back. Billy wiped his face aggressively, yelling along with them. He turned around, completely blind to Steve, and kissed you as hard as could. You could still taste the beer on his lips, his breath aching of it. The cheering continued, only intensified at the kiss. 
You could’ve sat there forever if Steve hadn’t pulled him off you by the shoulder. 
Billy, hyped on adrenaline, turned to face your brother. He still had a hand on you but quickly let go when he noticed who had pulled him away. He puffed his chest. 
“You gonna tell me to stay away from your sister Harrington?” 
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna tell you.” You became aware that most people were watching this unfold. Their eyes hadn’t left Billy. He seemed to do one entertaining thing after the next. 
“Why don’t you make me?” 
“Okay guys-” you started but was cut off by Steve throwing a punch. You gasped, not expecting actual violence to ensue. Billy, always eager to use his fists, didn’t hesitate to fight back. He pushed Steve against the sliding glass door, shattering it. Your eyes went wide, unsure how to even handle this. 
People were cheering and groaning on Steve’s behalf. 
Steve scrambled up, throwing his whole body at Billy. 
“I’m not drunk enough for this,” you muttered. You rushed to follow them as they took the fight in the house. You hadn’t been here for ten minutes before you were sure the police would be called. 
Billy staggered, throwing a punch that missed. Steve grabbed a lamp off the counter and hit him with it. 
“Okay! Okay that’s enough!” You pushed through the people, trying to get in between them. Before you could Billy hit Steve with a china plate that was on display in the corner of the room. You winced, watching your brother crumble against the kitchen counter. You threw yourself between them, pushing Billy back. He had a crazed adrenaline pumping look in his eyes. 
You shoved him back, gently and then turned back to Steve who was struggling to stand. You found Nancy in the crowd, who heard the commotion. She was drunk, you could tell in her eyes, but not enough to not understand what was going on. She helped you help Steve up. 
“It’s time to go home,” you said, evenly. Nancy wasn’t sober enough to drive. “I’ll call you a cab or something.” 
“I’ll make him wait outside and think about his actions,” Nancy muttered. The event cleared her head quickly. “I’ve got it.” 
“No, no, you don’t get to leave here with him. He’s not good for you!” Steve exclaimed. 
“Steve, I can make my own decisions!” You turned to Nancy. “You got him?” She nodded, swallowing hard. He had a cut down his forehead but it looks superficial. Plus, if anyone was capable, it was Nancy Wheeler. 
“But-” Steve started.
“You can’t protect me forever,” you said, cutting him off. He met your eyes and pursed his lips. “Go home.” 
“You too.” 
He followed Nancy out. When you turned around Billy was breathing hard. He was being spoken to in all directions. You turned back to him and noticed that the lamp had gotten the side of his head good. His hair was starting to turn red on the left side of his head. 
You were going to speak when you heard someone scream. 
“Police!” 
You breathed out sharply. You weren’t prepared for this much excitement. You grabbed Billy’s arm who in turn, led you out the back. Everyone was running and you could barely see him in the dark with his black leather jacket on. He jumped the neighbors fence without a second thought. You followed close behind until you returned back to the car where you had come from. You had parked down the street a bit, which ended up being your saving grace in the night. You could see the police lights back at the house, not even a block away. 
Billy unlocked the car. 
“You are not driving,” you exclaimed, voice sharp. 
“I’m fine,” he responded, voice rushed. 
“You are the opposite of fine,” you grumbled, grabbing the keys from him. “Passenger seat.” He didn’t move. “Now!” You weren’t sure if it was the pain or the alcohol but he listened to you. He got into the passenger seat of the camaro. You started the car, cursing gently as it revved. You backed up and pulled away in the opposite direction from the Thompsons.
The music turned on naturally but it was a silent rumble to the heavy breathing you both were exhaling. 
It took five minutes for either of you to speak. 
“We need to get your head looked at,” you said, now that you were able to see and think straight. He nodded. 
“I’ve got a first aid kit in the back.” 
“Why do you have a first aid kit in the back?” 
“You’d be surprised how often this happens.”
“You used to stitching yourself up?” “I find bandaids work just fine.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want to go back to your house, knowing it’s likely where Nancy took Steve. You hoped they had made it home safe and weren’t victims of the police raid. You didn’t want to take Billy back to his place, knowing you had stolen his step moms shirt and unsure how they would react to finding him like this. 
You pulled over onto the side of the highway. It was only 10. It wasn’t completely deserted but the traffic had eased enough for you to be comfortable pulling aside. You climbed into the backseat, rummaging around his jackets. You found the first aid kit and then returned to the driver's seat. Billy was breathing evenly. You found a ghost of a smile on his face. 
You opened up the kit and placed it on your lap before looking back up at him. 
“Stay still,” you muttered. He did as he was told. You moved his hair aside to find the actual wound. He was bleeding from his noise from a punch but that didn’t look broken, just bruised. It was the open wound that worried you. You seethed. It didn’t look deep but it didn’t look good. 
“You good sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes. 
“Yeah I’m fine.” You looked down at the kit and grabbed some wet wipes, trying to clear the blood away. He winced. 
“How are you doin sweetheart?” you teased. He scoffed. 
“I’m alright,” he promised. You worked in silence for a moment. 
“You didn’t have to do that.” 
“Yes I did. He wanted a fight. He got one.” You couldn’t deny the truth in his statement. Steve would’ve fought him eventually. “And I won.” He turned his head to meet your eyes. “I get to keep you.” You flushed, narrowing your eyes at him. 
“What makes you think I wanna keep you? Now that we aren’t sneaking around anymore?” 
“You're covered in my blood,” he muttered. Your hands were stained with it. You hadn’t even noticed.
“Point taken.” You cleared your throat. “It doesn’t need stitches. You got lucky.”
“Can’t say the same for Steve.” You suddenly thought of the sound of the plates hitting Steve’s head. You winced on his behalf. He adjusted himself. “I need a shower.”
“You want me to take you home?” 
“No. Don’t wanna face my dad quite yet.”
“Well we can’t go back to my house. Steve is almost surely there.” 
“Then we’ll stay here till we know my dad’s asleep,” he muttered. You nodded and eased in your chair. There was a beat of silence. 
“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before Hargrove.” 
“I like being the first,” he muttered. His hair was fucked up and he had dried blood on his face and bags under his eyes but you had never been more attracted to him. 
“Poor Tammy Thompson. She’s got a broken backdoor, the police and broken lamps,” you whispered. You hadn’t realized your voice had gone down but it felt appropriate for the vibe of the moment. 
“Shouldn’t have had kegs there,” he shrugged. You smiled. 
“Fair.” You saw his eyes drooping in exhaustion. You held your chin in your hand. He had rested his head against the back of his seat. “I think I wanna keep you,” you whispered. He smiled weakly. 
“Good to hear.” You leaned forward, kissing him chastley, to which he responded easily. You placed your hand gently on his cheek, trailing down his skin. He shuddered against your touch. 
You rested your forehead against his. 
You met each other's eyes and a guilty smile played on his lips.
“What?” you whispered, giggling. 
“Nothing,” he promised. “Nothing.” 
Billy Hargrove had fallen in love. But he had no intention of telling you that. Not quite yet.
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chloe-skywalker · 6 months
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Your To Important To Me - Billy Hargrove
Billy x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of demo dog attack
Word count: 1,829 (+ I added after it posted more lol)
Summary: prompt “What did you do to yourself? Let me see your arm, please?” /  You get attacked by a Demo dog and Billy notices the bloody bandage. Some things need to be talked about and solutions need to be made.
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“Thank you, Joyce.” Y/n thanked the older woman as she wrapped her arm with goz. Y/n's wrist to elbow had been bleeding and torn up by a Demo Dog that had latched onto her arm. But as far as Y/n was concerned, it could’ve been a lot worse.
“You don’t have to thank me, Honey.” Joyce shook her head giving the teen girl a soft smile. She was trying to comfort her, knowing that Y/n had to be in a ton of pain. Joyce thought of her as a daughter, so seeing her but like this. It really pained her to see Y/n in pain. With the situation they were in it happened often, one of them getting hurt but they couldn't change that.
“Still” Y/n tilted her head as she pulled on her jean jacket, trying to be as cautious as she could be of her arm. She could feel throbbing pain in all the punctures as she moved her arm around.
“You're welcome.” Joyce nodded in return. She knew Y/n would keep saying thank you if she didn’t accept it. 
“Hey” Steve walked over to the table that the two women were sitting at. “I can take you home if you want?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks Steve.” Y/n nodded standing up to follow him out of the Byers house.
“Yeah, no problem.” Steve nodded, giving her a small tight smile. Steve and Y/n became friends back when the whole upside down stuff started. The two became fairly close friends. Sure they still had some awkward moments and with everything that happens in Hawkins sometimes the awkward moments were the ones they loved the most. Because they were normal. A grimace of normal in their very confusing and stressful lives.
Steve drove her home. The car ride was pretty silent on the way to Y/n’s house, but once he pulled up he asked. “Is your arm gonna be okay? Are you going to be okay tonight? Alone."
“If it’s not you can call me anytime.” Steve offered as she stepped out of the car. He wanted her to know she had a friend that would drop anything and be there if she needed.
Y/n nodded softly before letting out a sigh. “Yeah I should be.”
Y/n didn't necessarily want to be alone or know for certain that she would be okay but she was a big girl and knew she could take care of herself.
“I’ll call you if it get bad. Promise.” She smiled, telling him before shutting the car door and heading inside. She appreciated the sentiment.
As Y/n entered her home it was silent, her mom being at work and all. It was only her and her mom and Y/n liked it that way. Plus being home alone after something like this was better. No one around to worry so much. Y/n was sure that Joyce would call her mom and tell her what happened. It was easier at times that Y/n's mom knew about the upside down. So Y/n went to the kitchen to grab a drink before she headed upstairs to her room.
“Holy Shit!” Y/n practically screamed as she jumped when entering her room to see Billy there on her bed watching t.v. Clenching her chest with her hand she asked. “How long have you been in my room?”
Billy shrugged, muting the television and resposting himself to be facing her in a sitting position instead of laying down. “A while. Where’ve you been?”
Y/n shrugged, using only one shoulder due to the painful throbbing in her other arm. “The Byers. Helping the kids.”
“For 6 hours?” he asked with raised brows. What could she have been doing over there for that long? Billy felt like she wasn’t telling him something. And that feeling happened often to him when she disappeared and was gone for so long. Especially if she was with those little brats his step sister hanged out with.
While Billy was thinking that Y/n was thanking her mom for the t.v. in her room, because Billy was distracted and didn't notice Steve was the one that dropped her off. That didn't need to be brought up at all right now.
“Uh, yeah. It was an emergency.” Y/n answered not really knowing how to answer. So she distracted herself by stripping off her jacket and then her shoes.
Suddenly Billy reached forward and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her closer. “What’s on your arm?”
‘Fuck’ Y/n thought. Moving her arm so much must have added pressure and pushed more blood out. Y/n thought she felt a tareing sensation. It was her blood wetting the goz. “Uh- bandages?”
Billy gave her a ‘I’m not stupid’ look, like ‘no shit’. “Why are there bandages on your arm?”
Normally it was Y/n who patched up Billy. Billy had never seen her with an injury like this before, let alone one that was bleeding fresh blood.
“We had to go out into the woods, and I got hurt.” It was the best she could explain it without also lying to him. Y/n hates lying to Billy, especially since he’s been so truthful with her.
“What did you do to yourself?” Billy asked, trying to get a better look but Y/n pulled her arm away. This just made Billy’s concern grow bigger. So Billy asked again, this time pleading with her. “Let me see your arm? Please?”
Y/n whipped her head to face him. “Hey! I got attached, I did not do this to myself.”
Billy smirked a little at how he got the truth out of her so simply.
“Oh damn you, Hargrove.” Y/n rolled her eyes at seeing his reaction. Damn him and knowing her so easily. But she also loved that about him. Y/n bit her lip trying to hold back her smile at what he could get out of her.
“Can I see your arm now?” he asked again, hoping she’ll let him see and examine it.
Y/n let out a sigh moving to sit next to him on her bed. Sitting at an angle so he could look at her arm.
“Damn it.” She let out a frustrated groan at seeing exactly how much blood had stained the goz. Now it is definitely gonna have to be changed before she went to bed. Y/n was hoping she wouldn't have to change it till the morning. Suddenly after looking at her arm Billy abruptly got up off the bed. Y/n followed him with her eyes confused. “Where are you going?”
Watching him leave the room filled her with worry. Was this to much for him? But after about 5 minutes he came back, entering her bedroom with ibuprofen, a coke, and had apparently dug through her bathroom for supplies to clean and change the bandages on her arm.
Y/n felt so heart warmed that he wanted to do this for her. But what if he changed his mind after actually seeing the wounds? Y/n knew it was just insecurities talking, Billy’s seen, done, and possibly had close to worse. “Billy, I can do this later-”
“You help me all the time, especially with this kind of thing. Will you just let me help you, for a change?” Billy said, cutting her off, looking her in the eyes. He wanted to take care of her, in all ways. And not just as a ‘returning the favor’ kind of thing. Billy turly cares for Y/n, hell he’d go as far as to say he loves her. Having only ever loved one other person in his life (his mom), this was special to him in ways he had a hard time expressing.
“Thank you.” Y/n smiled gratefully, dropping the whole ‘don’t need help’ facade.
“You're welcome.”  Billy nodded, accepting her thanks.
“You know. I wish you’d let me in more so I could help you with other things.” he hinted to how he’d like to know what caused her disappearances for hours and the injuries she gets.
Y/n would love to tell him about everything, the upside down and Hawkins lab. But she also didn’t want to tell him. He had enough to worry about with his dad and she didn’t want him to get hurt. But it also wasn’t just her deasion. “If it was just my deascion you would be. An I’m trying. I really am but you haven’t made the best impression on the kids, Steve, Nacy, and Johnathan. Or Hopper. And they all have says in who knows as well.”
“What about Joyce?” Billy asked noticing that Y/n left out the older woman. Once he got the old goz off and started cleaning the blood off. Billy could see all the little puntucers, almost like teeth. But There were hundreds if not thousands. Billy couldn’t think of anything that could cause this.
“She saw us on a date a few months ago and doesn’t think you are how you seem. Which she is right.” Y/n explained telling him with a shy smile. That had been an awkward conversation with the woman, but she was supportive of the relationship. Which was appreciated.
“I hate that you got hurt. Y/n, those looked like teeth punctures, but not from something normal.” he sighed, trying not to show how worried it had indeed made him.
“I hate when you get hurt to.” she stated before letting out a deep breath. Y/n knew that this conversation was going to happen at some point. She shook her head, biting her lip. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what bit me.”
Billy had to nod in agreement that he probably wouldn’t believe it if he didn’t see it with his own eyes. “Then let me see it.”
Y/n’s head shot up right and her eyes filled with shock and panic. “What? So you can get hurt or possibly killed to?! No!”
“Why won’t you let me protect you?!” Billy questioned moving his focus to look her in the eyes, having finished wrapping her arm in new goz.
“You protect me plenty as it is.” Y/n agured back.
“I want to protect you from this to! Obviously no one else is.” Billy stressed, lifting his hand gesturing to her arm.
“You have no idea how much worse this.” Y/n raised her injured arm looking him in the eyes. “Could have been if any of them weren’t there. They do protect me.”
Billy shook his head. “Not enough for me, they don’t.”
“Billy-”
“I can’t lose you. You're too important to me.” he stated passionately, no longer yelling. Billy didn’t have much, he never has. But he has Y/n, and he didn’t plan on losing her, she means too much to him to let that happen.
Y/n took a shallow breath before scooting closer to Billy as the two sat on her bed, making it dip further. Y/n knew what Billy meant and she appreciated it. He means a lot to her too. She didn’t want to lose him either. “You're important to me too.”
“Let me be there next time. Then I have to be brought into the loop.” Billy shrugged, picking up Y/n’s none injured arms hand, intertwining their fingers. There had to be a way to let him into what was going on in the crappy town in Indiana.
“I don’t want to lose you either, and that chance increases if you are brought into this!” Y/n stressed as much as she could using her eyes and tone of voice. They’d lost enough people due to the Upside down, its creatures and Hawkins lab.
“I don’t plan on ever losing you or losing me.” He stated leaning in, resting his forehead against Y/n’s. “Besides, wouldn't it be safer for me to know so I can protect myself?”
Y/n sighed, he had a point. “I’ll talk to them tomorrow. Okay? But I can’t promise anything.”
Billy nodded in understanding. “I’ll find a way to protect you whether they say yes or not.”
“I know you will.” Y/n smiled, closing the gap with a kiss.
Yeah she’d talk with the others, but she knew it was gonna be a no. But she also knew that Billy wouldn’t give up. Not on this, not when it comes to her being there with him forever. It was endearing, even if she was afraid he’d get hurt.
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heisenbergshusband · 3 months
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currently daydreaming about being billy hargrove's partner during christmastime. he's never had a serious relationship to celebrate the holidays with, but he has to admit, he likes it. he loved taking you ice skating, even if you were shaking like a newborn deer on the rink. the dates were romantic and seasonal, which quickly led billy to find a preferred way to warm you up after being out in the cold weather.
your relationship started in the spring, which means this is his first christmas with you. he was more than happy to follow along with your family's traditions, secretly curious to find out what a proper christmas is like.
he stepped inside your family home, openly admiring the jolly decorations that littered the front hallway. he shook your dad's hand and complimented your mother's hair, something you'd mentioned she recently had done. as soon as he slipped off his shoes, your mom was eagerly leading him into the living room, telling him stories about the photos that hung on the wall. he listened along, flashing toothy grins at the sillier images, logging assorted pieces of info into his memory for later use.
once dinner preparation began, billy insisted on helping your dad cook. you smiled to yourself, listening to the two men laugh in the next room. in your boyfriend's absence, praise fell repeatedly from your family's lips. your mom said he was "such a gentleman", your brother noting his basketball skills and asked if billy would let him join him some time on the court.
by the end of the night, you could tell your family was enamored by him. love was radiating through the house and you were sure you'd never had such a good christmas before. your family stood on the porch and waved as the camaro carried the two of you down the road. he lowered the windows and let the cool breeze enter the car, brisk and chilly.
you hummed along to the christmas carols played through the car stereo, a wide smile stuck on your face as you looked to your left. billy was swaying his head to the music, fingers tapping out beats on the wheel. the drive to his place was short, but long enough that the cold air blowing in caused your nose and ears to turn pink.
"they loved you, you know," you said.
"of course. who wouldn't?" billy replied with a big grin.
you punched his shoulder lightly, chuckling with him. you lovingly rolled your eyes, gave him a quick kiss, and then held his chin loosely in your hand.
"you're such a dick. now... let's go get warm, yeah?" you flirt.
his pupils expand, as does the smile on his lips. a peaceful night, an open invitation to the next gathering, and you in that little black dress. maybe, he thought, just maybe, christmas isn't so bad after all.
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nameless-ken · 10 days
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Fic Recs Masterlist - Billy Hargrove
I've put together a list of Billy fics/imagines so they're easy to find! I'm so obsessed with all of these :)
Please let me know if I've tagged your story and want it removed.
Thank you to all the writers for providing such amazing words <3
FIC RECS PART 2
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Imagines
Piercings and Polaroids - @thephantomofthe-internet
Club Heaven - @billys-pretty-babe
Life Guard - @writethrough
loving you - @bookshelf-dust
billy vs. the grinch - @bookshelf-dust
you wanna talk about it? - @bookshelf-dust
kids show up, and i get no kisses - @bookshelf-dust
all because of a fucking skating rink - @bookshelf-dust
god, this place is such a shit hole - @bookshelf-dust
Your Part Of My Family - @chloe-skywalker
Halloween Party - @chloe-skywalker
Heather - @thelovelylolly
i know a place - @billysbabyy *smut
At Peace - @billys-pretty-babe
Gone - @billys-pretty-babe
Better Off As Friends - @billys-pretty-babe
Happy Birthday, Baby - @billys-pretty-babe
Not freaks - @ashwhowrites
When The World Seems So Cruel - @queers-gambit *smut
Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s
and I didn't like the ending - @billysbabyy
What’s ok for me - @pastel-pillows
SUPERNOVA - @billlydear
GOT A LIGHT? - @billlydear
MEDIC - @billlydear
It's Always Been You - @thegreencanary
Love is Too Simple a Word - @fics-and-quotes-andthelike
A Place to Land - @writethrough
Found You - @writethrough
starved - @starrywriting
forget - @capricornuh
I Know Better - @writethrough
As it Should Be - @waiting4inspiration
Shining Through - @sweet-villain
All Mine - @duramater97
Billy Hargrove x Reader !Panic Attack!SA! - @kennarose1108
Healing Touch - @waiting4inspiration
A Treat - @sweet-villain
You and Me - @tastefulstars
Night's like These - @billyhargrove-s
Up and Out - @queers-gambit Part 2
Billy's Girl - @thewritingofamadwoman
The Only Destination - @writethrough
Lost Things, Found Beginnings - @writethrough
One Last Goodbye - @thelovelylolly
Bodyguard - @ashwhowrites
dream - @alloftheimagines
i need my girl - @alloftheimagines
Give - @steph-speaks
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writethrough · 2 months
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Please I am craving a Billy request that is just mindless fluff about you noticing how his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles or how his chains get tangled sometimes or how he is actually a soft person on the inside who’s never been able to fully express himself and how beautiful his genuine smile is that you hardly get to see and anything and everything in between (your writing is so dreamy and beautiful how how you write Billy is so 😍😩🫶🏻)
Found You
(Billy Hargrove x Gender Neutral Reader)
Synopsis: You give Billy what he's always needed.
Warnings: So fluffy you could suffocate.
Word Count: 513
A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! (And for the lovely compliment!) I hope you don't mind, but I wrote this in the same way I did Sun Daze and Morning Blue. It's short, but (I think) super sweet.
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He comes alive when he smiles. 
Not the smirks he throws with the cocky click of his tongue, or the slow pull of his mouth that reveals his teeth one by one, like a predator. 
His real smile. The one that crinkles his eyes and scrunches his nose and pulls you in until you’re so close you feel everything. The mint from his gum, the sun baked into his skin, his hands holding your hips, and the softness of his kiss. 
He steals your breath every time. You’ve always been the first to retreat to take in more, and he’ll relent for a few moments, busying himself with those teeth dragging along your neck or his lips gliding from the corner of yours to your ear. He's fed up with waiting when he nips whatever flesh is in front of him before returning to claim the artificial watermelon from your mouth. 
You’d do just about anything to keep him smiling. To pull his laughter from deep within his gut and have it play like music. 
He didn’t laugh much when you first met. Unless it was that taunting one you didn’t like, the one he forced out like armor. 
You still remember the first time you made him laugh out of pure joy. He said he didn’t know the last time that happened. And you made a silent promise to bring it out of him as much as you could. 
He has such capacity for all of it. Laughter...joy...happiness...he just needed someone to help him find it. 
And he does. 
He finds it in the sound of your voice, even when you’re mad at him. It’s different. You’re mad at him because you care, because you love him and want what’s best for him. 
He finds it in your eyes, that burning fire that ignites just for him. The way he touches you. The way he speaks softly, just for you—because of you. The way he strips off his shirt and pulls you flush to him just to see that fire turn into an inferno. 
Then there’s the way you touch him. Not with hate or anger, but like he will break. Your fingers graze his forearms, up to his shoulders, and wind around his neck just to hold him—just because you want to. 
You press kisses into his shoulder as the shower cools, your front to his back because it’s getting cold and he’s so warm. You make it beneath the covers, and he drapes himself over you, face shoved into your neck while you rub his back, following the dip of his spine from top to bottom. And if you’re feeling a certain way, you’d give a little pat. And he responds with a suck. 
Infectious. 
That’s the only way you can describe him. 
He pulled you into his orbit and you’ve never been the same. 
He gives you trust. And you give him safety. 
So, when you say you love his smile, that his laugh is your favorite sound. 
His response, every time is: 
It’s because of you. 
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If you'd liked tagged in future fics, comment or message me!
(Not sure why two tags won't work. Hopefully, you both see this/are magically notified.)
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stevesxyellowxsweater · 4 months
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Your first date with Billy would include...
Billy surprised you when you arranged your date together, he picked a rather sweet and romantic and popular date spot. You honestly thought it would be some quick trip to a motel instead, but you can't help but feel excited.
You arrive at the restaurant that Billy chose, you knew that you were a little early, but you wanted to make a good impression, though as you sat in the parking lot you did worry that you'd look a little too keen.
Being escorted to your table, you're pleasantly surprised to find Billy already sat there waiting for you. He stands up as you approach, a charming boyish smile on his face.
Neither of you can take your eyes off of each other as you reach the table, surprisingly you further, he pulls your chair out for you and whispers gently in your ear how beautiful you look as he pushes you in.
You sit together at the table, his hand finds yours as you both look over the menu, his thumb rubs the back of your hand as he talks about what he's deciding to get.
You find yourselves still in a bit of a state of awkwardness once you've ordered food, you struggle a little for conversation seeing as Billy doesn't usually date. Something about it has you questioning why you're so special, but you don't want to question that.
As food arrives the pair of you seem to become pretty comfortable with each other, you've both relaxed enough to begin to flirt over your meal, something about the homecooked food helps you both relax quite a lot. You talk about things such a hobbies and interests.
As you finish your meal, you both decide to not get desert, Billy tells you that it's your choice what to pick next.
You can't help but decide to take him to the outdoor ice rink down the road, desperate to see what Billy Hargrove is like on the ice.
Billy reluctantly agrees and takes you to the ice rink, he pays for your skates, because he's a gentleman.
Billy on the ice is the funniest thing you've ever seen, he can't keep his balance, he slips and slides all around like Bambi and you're unable to stop giggling until he ends up on the ground.
You go to help him up, and end up on top of him. You can't help but giggle and Billy actually laughs too before he places a deep kiss on your lips. He doesn't do anything by halves.
The pair of you get up and go to the edge of the rink and make out, only being interrupted when Billy would slip and slide.
When the session comes to an end, Billy walks you reluctantly back to the lot where your cars are.
Sitting on the hood of your car, the pair of you make out for a while, until it's too cold and the pair of you need to say goodnight.
Walking you to the car door, the pair of you kiss one last time before you climb into the car and smile at each other, before say goodnight.
You drive away unable to stop smiling from a perfect first date
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cherrycocaineee · 3 months
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39. Billy Hargrove - Ruined
* Synopsis: Billy Hargrove has been keeping an eye on Vivianne Blanchet for a while now; a sweet girl who was still somewhat new to Hawkins, Indiana. She was pure in every aspect and Billy just wanted to ruin her more times than once. *
* Warning: smut, rough, unprotected, drunk/tipsy sex, breeding, and anything else considered a warning. *
* Billy Hargrove’s p.o.v *
School hadn’t even started yet and she was already driving me crazy just standing beside her locker innocently. She was holding her books close to her chest while talking to one of her little friends about whatever it was girls talked about. Her lips were perfectly glossed, her hair bounced when she laughed, and her body moved delicately as she turned to talk to someone new. I couldn’t even pay attention to what the people were saying to me because she clouded all of my senses greedily. Even now while she was chatting it up with some guy, I couldn’t focus on the conversation I was supposed to be having. My eyes were glued to him, watching every move he made, daring him to lay a single finger on her. Her eyes fluttered close for a single second before they landed on me, a smile spreading across her perfectly, plump, dusk-rose lips as she waved at me. I smiled back giving her a small wave before she turned back to her friends.
 “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Tommy grinned, his eyes following mine towards Vivianne, “I’ve been checking her out too. Bet she’s a freak.”
A low growl rumbled deep in my chest as I forced myself to look away from her to glare at Tommy. He never stopped staring at her. I noticed the way he licked his lips, the way his eyes dragged down to take in all of her body; every predatorial move he made made me want to rip his throat out. Instead, I chose the latter. Grabbing his collar, I pushed him roughly against the wall. He let out a yelp at the sudden impact.
 “Back off,” I growled, “you hear me? She’s mine.”
 “Okay!” Tommy agreed, holding his hands up in surrender.
  I let go of his shirt just as the bell rang telling everyone to get to class. Vivianne was walking away with her friends towards whatever class she was supposed to have right now. I sighed, annoyed that neither of us had a class together due to the grade difference.
All day I couldn’t get her out of my head, specifically her voice. She was so innocently pure that I couldn’t stop picturing all the noises she would make just by me simply touching her. Or the sounds she would make with my cock pounding relentlessly into her tight cunt. Tommy was wrong, Vivianne wasn’t a freak in bed at all. No, she was innocent, barely knew a single thing and I’d have to teach her everything. I’d have to ruin every inch of her innocence.
  Lunch rolled around pretty quickly, and I walked into the cafeteria already searching for Vivianne. I spotted her sitting at a table by herself, her friends probably in the lunch line. Luckily she normally brought her own lunch from home, giving me a decent amount of time to talk to her before her friends decided to butt in. Tommy and the others waved me over but I ignored them walking straight to Vivianne. As I approached her, I saw her reading a book while chewing on a strawberry. I plopped down beside her and took the strawberry she was eating out of her hand and bit into it. She looked at me, smiling.
 “Hi, Billy,” she giggled.
Her just saying my name made my dick twitch.
 “Hey, gorgeous,” I grinned, “How’s your day been so far?”
 “Pretty good. What about you?”
 “Boring until right now.”
I peeked over at the book she was reading curiously. I noticed there were several sets of highlighters sitting beside her and the book was marked up.
 “You readin’ this for school, darlin’?” I asked.
She shook her head, “just for fun. My friends say it’s lame but it’s relaxing.”
  I picked up the book and flipped through the pages roughly but careful not to lose her spot. She didn’t seem to mind, going back to eating her strawberries while I fingered through her pages. Then something in the margins caught my eye and I had to do a double take to make sure I saw it correctly. In the margins, it said “this reminds me of Billy.” Next to that was a highlighted portion of the text; the girl was watching and admiring a tall, violant man who made her heart race. I grinned. So she was watching me too.
  “I remind you of this guy in the book?” I teased, pointing to where my name was.
Her bright, sinless eyes widing and her cheeks turning a vivid shade of red as she reached for the book. I just pulled it back, chuckling at her embarrassment.
 “I forgot I wrote that in there,” she blushed.
  “Am I in here anywhere else?”
 “There’s no need to tease.”
  “I’m not teasin’. I think it’s hot that you think of me.”
Vivianne covered her tomato red face with her hands, her hair shifting. I leaned over, moving her hair ever so slightly, letting my ring adorn hand brush against the exposed part of her face. Her skin was delicate and soft against my calloused hands. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, my breath tickling her earlob causing a shiver to run throughout her body.
 “I think about you too, pretty girl. Always runnin’ through my head, drivin’ me crazy.”
 I spotted her eyes looking at me through her fingers before she went back to hiding herself from me. So shy, so innocent, so pure. So much for me to ruin.
Our time was cut short because her friends walked over and set their plates down.
 “Billy, leave Vivianne alone,” Sandy grumbled.
 I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from Vivianne reluctantly. My blue eyes staring daggers at Sandy, who was doing the same in return. Finally, Vivianne removed her hands from her face and the red color was gone from her skin.
 “He isn’t bothering me, Sandy,” she sweetly laughed, “he was just being friendly.”
 “Billy Hargrove is anything but friendly.”
Placing Vivianne’s book back in front of her, I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders still watching Sandy.
 “I’m just not nice to ugly girls,” I grinned, “and Vivianne Blanchet is anything but ugly.”
 Sandy glared more almost squinting her eyes in the process. I leaned down and looked at Vivianne. She reached her hand out to Sandy probably ready to tell her that she wasn’t ugly because that was the type of girl she was. I pulled her hand back, letting my hand feel her skin a little longer.
  “See ya later, doll.”
Then I walked away from their table and could hear the harsh remarks Sandy was making about me angrily. Vivianne was desperately trying to calm her down, telling her whatever she wanted to hear just so she’d stop her rampage.
  After school, I was leaning against my car waiting for Max impatiently and grumbling to myself about how this girl was always late. I flicked my finished cigarette to the ground and groaned.
  “Waiting for someone?”
Looking over, I saw Vivianne standing there with her books pressed against her firmly and her bag slung over her shoulder. The fresh, summer breeze waving her hair around her perfect face. I smiled.
 “Just my brat of a sister,” I said.
 She leaned against my car with me, letting her arms fall so that her books were sitting in front of her lap.
 “Max, right?”
I nodded and she smiled.
 “She’s sweet.”
 “You think everyone’s sweet. Even me.”
 “Because you are sweet.”
 I chuckled. No one ever described me as sweet before, she was definitely the first.
Our timing never seemed to be right though because Max started walking this way with her skateboard in hand. Anger flared up inside me. The one time I now wanted her to take her time and she had to come rushing out. Vivianne tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
 “I guess I should let you get going.”
 Then an idea popped into my head.
 “I can drop my sister off and give you a ride home, if you’d like.”
 “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
Max stopped walking in front of us but I didn’t care, instead, I manuvered myself in front of Vivianne and grinned, touching her waist and just barely pulling her closer to me.
 “You aren’t imposin’ at all. I’ll drive ya.”
 “Thank you,” she squeaked.
I led her towards the passenger’s side barely stealing a glance at Max.
 “Get in the back,” I said, her eyes rolling as soon as the words left my mouth.
  I opened the passenger’s side door and helped Vivianne inside by holding her hand as she lowered herself into the seat. Once her legs were inside, I closed the door and went back to the driver’s side. Max was just barely putting her seatbelt on when I got in. I started the ignition before even closing my door and the door was closed, I sped off causing Max to swing to the other side of the backseat.
 “Hey!” She snapped.
 “Should have been buckled up faster,” I said, speeding off towards home so I could drop her off first.
 Vivianne turned to check on Max, apologizing even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. Max thanked her and buckled herself up quickly. The entire way to mine and Max’s house, she was talking to Vivianne about the most random shit and if it wasn’t for Vivianne I’d have told her to shut up. To keep my annoyance down, I squeezed the steering wheel letting my knuckles turn white.
Eventually we made it and I came to a screeching halt.
 “Alright, get out,” I said to Max.
 Max rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Vivianne, “bye, Vivianne!”
 “Bye, Max!” Vivianne chirped.
When my door was closed, I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards Vivianne’s house that was fortunately a thirty minute drive from here. I stole a glance at Vivianne, she was watching the trees fly by through the window.
 “So,” she said, “are you doing anything this Saturday?”
That was unexpected.
 “Not that I know of,” I said, “why? Was there somethin’ you wanted to do?”
 “There’s a party being thrown by some football player and I was invited. I was seeing if you were going to be there too.”
 I knew what party she was talking about, pretty much everyone in the school got an invitation to that party this weekend. I wasn’t planning on going, at least not unless someone had given me a reason to. Now sitting in front of me was a reason to go.
  “Are you goin’?” I asked.
 She shrugged, “Sandy doesn’t really like parties and most of my other friends will probably get drunk. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go or not. Just curious if you planned on going.”
 “You should go. I’ll be there, we can hang out together.”
 “You don’t want to get drunk with all your friends?”
I shook my head grinning. “Why would I hang out with them when I can hang out with you instead?”
Vivianne smiled, running her fingers through her hair.
  “Great. Then I’ll see you there.”
  The rest of the way to her house, we just talked about nonsense. It didn’t really matter what we were talking about, we were just talking. Eventually we pulled into her driveway, her father was standing in front of his car with the hood open until he heard my car pull up. He poked his head around the side of his car, wiping his hands on a greased up rag then started approaching.
  “Thank you for the ride,” Vivianne said, unhooking her seatbelt.
 “Let me get the door for you,” I said, climbing out and strolling over to her side.
 I opened the door for her and helped her out.
 “See?” She said, “Sweet.”
   “Only for you, pretty girl.”
 “Afternoon,” her dad called.
 “Hey, dad.”
 “Hey, Mr. Blanchet.”
He reached out his hand to shake mine, I didn’t even hesitate grinning as I shook his hand.
  “What’s your name, son?”
 “Billy Hargrove, sir.”
  “Well Billy, thank you for giving my little girl a ride home. She’d have been stuck up there awhile if you hadn’t been so kind.”
I gestured to the car he had been working on.
 “Somethin’ wrong with your car?”
 “Nah. That’s my wife’s car, just needed an oil change and a small tweek. I’m all finished now.”
“I’ll be in in a minute,” Vivianne said to her dad, “I’m just going to tell Billy bye.”
 “‘Course. See you inside.”
  He walked away from us, waving goodbye at me. I waved back.
 “I’ll see you at the party,” she said.
 “I’ll see you there too.”
I watched her walk away from me towards her home. My eyes travelling her body while she was faced away from me and landing on her ass. I licked my lips as I watched her hips sway back and forth. And when she was out of my line of sight, I groaned.
  Saturday night approached faster than I thought it would and the party was crowded way before it even started. Vivianne wasn’t here yet so I was lingering around with Tommy and the others sipping on a drink while I waited for her. Plenty of girls tried to talk to us since the beginning of the night but I could only think of Vivianne. I kept stealing glances at the front door when there was no one in front of it to see if she was the next person to walk in.
 “Billy, you alright?” Tommy asked, “Six total babes have tried to talk to you but you pushed them away.”
 “Fine,” I grumbled, “just waitin’ on someone. I’m goin’ to get another drink.”
 I was standing at the table where all the alcohol was and started mixing some drink together with a lot of vodka. I hadn’t planned on drinking too much but if I had been tricked into going to a party then I was going to drink heavily.
There was a tap on my shoulder and I sighed annoyed.
  “Haven’t I already made it clear…”
 I turned around and saw Vivianne standing there. Her doe eyes stared at me, her freshly painted dusk rose lips forming into a small pout. My eyes wandered all over her body; she was wearing a tight, somewhat revealing baby pink dress that barely reached her mid-thigh, she wore a pair of heels that matched her dress, and her hair flowed gracefully down her back in perfect waves. I could feel my jeans tighten as my cock stiffened.
  “I can give you a minute,” she said, pointing away from me.
 “No, no,” I said, taking her hand in mine, “I thought you were someone else, doll.”
 She smiled and nodded. “Sorry I’m a bit late. I was finishing getting ready.”
  I shrugged it off, sipping on my own drink then gesturing to the table. “Wanna drink? Or has my pretty girl never let a single drip of alcohol pass those lips?”
“I guess a drink won’t hurt. Something not so potent.”
I nodded my head and mixed her a drink with a moderate amount of liquor then handed her the red solo cup. She thanked me before taking a sip, her lipstick staining the side of the cup.
 “Good?”
 “Perfect.”
  I took her hand again and dragged her away from the table and over to somewhere that wasn’t as crowded as the rest of the house. I plopped down and patted the spot next to me, grinning from ear to ear. Vivianne sat shyly beside me, crossing her left leg over her right. I let my eyes trace over her again and dug fingers into the cushion of the seat to keep myself from ripping her dress off now. Vivianne looked at me, smiling softly and gesturing towards me.
 “You look nice,” she said, “handsome.”
 “Thank you,” I flirted, running my tongue over my bottom lip, “you look fantastic.”
 Vivianne played with her hair, her eyes avoiding me. I moved myself closer to her, our outer thighs touching and rested my hand on her knee.
 “Nervous, pretty?”
 “Maybe a little,” she laughed, “I’ve just never been to a party without my friends.”
 “Well, you got me. I’ll make sure you have a night you won’t forget.”
  The two of us sat there drinking and talking, telling each other random stories from our childhood. Other people from the party tried to approach us but their visits never lasted longer than a second after they saw the look on my face. Vivianne, either clueless or didn’t care, paid no mind to their sudden departures and always waved goodbye to them no matter who it was. An hour into the party and she was already feeling tipsy; she was a light weight and the small amount of vodka that I put in her drink was enough to get her drunk completely and she still had half a cup left. I reached over and took her cup.
 “Think you’ve had enough, doll,” I chuckled.
 “I think so too,” she laughed, “actually, I have to go to the bathroom.”
 “Let’s go, I’ll take ya.”
She was so trusting too that she didn’t even think about how inappropriate it was for me to take her to the bathroom, all the things that could happen once we were alone up there out of earshot of everyone enjoying the music and booze downstairs. Vivianne and I headed upstairs towards the bathroom. I practically had my chest pressed against her back as walked up the stairs and down the hall. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seemed welcomed. When we got to the bathroom, she walked inside and I stood in the hall leaned against the wall finishing my drink.
  Vivianne left the bathroom about three minutes later, closing the door behind her with a sigh.
 “Tired?” I asked.
Her eyes turned to me and half smiled.
 “Overwhelmed,” she corrected.
 “How about we go somewhere else so you can relax a bit, pretty?”
 “You don’t have to go with. I’m sure your friends would like to see you tonight.”
 “Well that’s too bad for them,” I smirked, “because I don’t plan on leavin’ your side.”
  She nodded her head and I pulled her along with me until I found us a room to be in. She went inside first while I held the door open for her then I followed close behind and locked the door behind us. I didn’t want anyone coming up here and bothering us. She laid on the bed, her arms sprawled out over the comforter, her legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. I finished the rest of my drink and walked over to where she way laying. My eyes grazed every inch of her intoxicated body. I noticed her eyes were closed and her fingers were playing with the ends of her hair. I climbed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open; my legs were on either side of her blocking her against my body.
 “Billy,” she whispered.
 “Shh,” I chirped, “just relax, darlin’.”
I watched her wiggle against my legs and chuckled. I moved myself so that I was half laying on her and half laying on the bed, my knee nuzzled inbetween her thighs inches away from her clothed heat. I had myself kind of propped up with one arm, using my fingers to play with her hair that practically melted in my hands. With the other hand, I touched her waist drawing shapes through the fabric of her thin dress. She bit her plump bottom lip, her eyes watching me intensely. I could see her chest heaving in and out as her breath quickened.
  “You’ve been drivin’ me crazy all night,” I whispered, my lips getting closer to hers, “goin’ upstairs with me all alone probably wasn’t a good idea, doll.”
 “I’m not scared,” she muttered, “I trust you.”
“Yeah baby, you trust me?”
She nodded her head. Her hand reached up and touched my face slightly, her eyes half-lidded as the alcohol she consumed more of her. I tore her hand away from my face pinning it back down.
 “Answer the question,” I growled.
 “Yes.”
 “Yes what?”
 “Yes, I trust you, Billy.”
 Once those words were out of her mouth, I attached my lips to her kissing her hard. Her fingers squeezed my own and I tangled the other hand into her hair deepening the kiss. Vivianne didn’t even try to fight for dominance, letting my tongue slip past her lips with no fight and letting me explore every inch of her mouth. Our saliva started coming out of the corners of our mouth. I pulled away breathlessly, watching a string of spit connect between our lips.
  “Take your dress off for me,” I groaned, sitting up and giving her the freedom to move.
 She never took her eyes off of me as she got off the bed, kicking her heels off and reaching behind her to unzip her dress. She froze once the zipper was down, using her hands to hold her dress up now.
 “I-I’ve never done this before,” she muttered.
 “Trust me,” I grinned, “I know. Just do exactly what I tell you. Take off your dress.”
Vivianne took her hands off her dress and it fell to the floor. My breath hitched as I laid eyes on her lingerie; it was white and lacey and covered very little. I gestured for her to come closer to me and she didn’t hesitate this time, her body stood between my legs and my hands roamed every inch of her exposed skin. I squeezed her hips tightly and ran my tongue over her stomach, all the way up to where her bra was just barely touching her breast. My dark eyes looked up at her and watched her head fall back from just my tongue touching her skin. I chuckled.
 “Let’s remove this,” I hummed, using one hand to unclasp her bra and throwing it to the side somewhere.
Her nipples were hard from the exposture. I hungrily took her left nipple in my mouth while tweaking the other one with my fingers. She gasped, back arching against nothing, pushing her closer to my body as I sucked harshly. A soft whimper was pulled from her lungs. When I was finished, her nipple was wet with saliva and the other one was worn out from being pinched. As I stood up, I pushed her onto the bed staring at her. I removed my black, leather jacket and red, button up tossing them on the ground with her own clothes. I took off my belt and unbuttoned my pants to give my cock some room. Grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. My lips peppered kisses along her thighs while my hands squeezed at the exposed flesh. Vivianne had propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes watching every move I made with lust in her eyes.
  I got closer and closer to her core. Her scent was just as intoxicating as the alcohol I had consumed. I hooked my fingers to her pearly white panties and dragged them down her legs revealing her pretty, pink cunt. I licked my lips before bringing my mouth to her core. Vivianne’s body flinched as my tongue pushed between her wet folds and I held her in place. I watched her squirm as I moved my tongue tasting every part of her. She was sweet; she hadn’t even came yet and her juices already tasted like nectar. I hummed against her and she moaned, falling back on the bed. I started picking up the pace, assaulting her clit viciously with my tongue. Her moans grew louder filling up the room. Even with my jeans unbuttoned and the belt off, my cock was struggling to breath. I coated her thoroughly before slipping a finger into her, feeling her soft, spongy walls contract against a single finger. The entire time I worked my finger into her, I never took my mouth off of her pussy. Soon enough she was all worked up and relaxed that I was able to slip another finger in earning another string of moans from her. I fucked them into her while slurping and nipping tenderly at her clit.
  “B-Billy,” she moaned, “I…”
 She couldn’t finish her sentence as I continued to fuck my fingers into her, hitting every sweet spot I could reach with just two fingers. I knew what she was gonna say, she was almost there. My sweet, little virgin was about to cum all over my face and fingers. All that did was help me pump faster so she could cum.
  “F-Fuck!” She cursed, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed into her.
Waves of her juices washed over my face and coated my fingers. I fucked her through her climax, watching her body react to the aftershock of her first orgasm for the night. I slurped every drop of her juices then removed my fingers from inside her, climbing on top of the bed and grinning at her, my face glistening.
  “You taste so fuckin’ good,” I groaned, I brought my coated fingers up to her lips, “Have a taste, pretty.”
 Her mouth fell open and I stuck my fingers in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around them and softly sucked drinking up every inch of herself. I moaned as I watched her drink herself up, her saliva replacing her juices.
 “Atta girl,” I grinned, I pulled my fingers from her mouth with a pop, “now it’s my turn.”
She looked at me a bit confused and I patted her head.
 “So innocent. Have no idea what I’m talkin’ about, huh?”
  I took her hand into mine and led her off the bed. She looked up at me with her bright, wide eyes.
 “On your knees,” I ordered.
   She didn’t fight me, she didn’t tell me no, she just kneeled down in front of me while still watching me with her eyes. I pulled my cock free from my pants and sighed once it was released. Vivianne and I made eye contact with each other.
  “Open, darlin’.”
 Her mouth fell open obediently.
 “Stick your tongue out.”
 Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and I chuckled.
 “Good girl.”
I tapped my hardened cock against her tongue, the wetness from it causing a slapping sound. The sound caused me to moan and lay my head back. Then I pushed it all the way in her mouth, all of her saliva slobbering up every inch of my dick. She started gagging once the tip hit the back of her throat but I didn’t pull away. I rocked my hips faster, pushing my cock further down her throat. Tears started falling from her eyes as I forced her to choke on my cock. I started panting, my hand wrapping around her hair so she couldn’t pull herself away from me.
  “Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl.”
 I picked up the pace, my grip on her hair tightening as I continued to fuck her mouth. Her drool started falling to the floor, pooling at her knees. She hummed around my cock, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them again.
  “A-Aah,” I groaned, “f-fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
My thrust got a bit sloppy before I spilled my seed into her mouth. Some dripped to the floor with a mix of saliva, but most of it was in her mouth. I told her not to swallow just yet as I pulled out still rock solid. Her mouth wasn’t enough, I needed to feel that cunt squeezing around my cock. Taking my hand, I placed it on her face, under her chin, making her look at me directly in the eyes.
  “Let me see,” I muttered, lowly.
  Vivianne’s mouth opened and I saw all of my cum sitting there prettily on her tongue. I grinned as I pushed her mouth close with my fingers.
 “Swallow.”
I watched her swallow all of it. Then I picked her up and laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her naked form. Her eyes were hazy.
 “So pretty,” I hummed, “Once I’m finished with you, no one will be able to fuck you as good as I do, doll.”
 “Please,” she whispered.
 “Please?” I grinned, “Please what?”
  Her body wiggled against the sheets, underneath me causing my cock to twitch at how smooth her skin felt against my own.
 “Please, fuck me,” she whined.
I licked my lips still grinning from ear to ear as I pulled her legs around my torso, lining myself up with her glistening cunt. There was no time for prepping, no time for easing it in. I needed her, I was desperate to feel her, even if it meant hurting her just a little bit. So I pushed myself into her causing her to yelp from pain as I stretched her out. I held her still when she started to pull herself from me wanting to get away.
  “You can take it,” I growled into her ear.
 Vivianne’s legs tightened around my torso almost squeezing the life out of me and making it harder for me to move but I managed. Once I was completely inside her, I let her adjust to the size, needing her to ease up, her pussy was squeezing me so tight I wouldn’t last if she didn’t relax. Soon, Vivianne’s body loosened up and she wasn’t holding me so hard anymore.
 “Better?” I asked.
She nodded.
 “Good.”
  I pulled my cock all the way out, the tip barely inside her before slamming back into her. Vivianne’s back arched off the bed as a scream rippled through her lips. I started pumping in and out of her watching as her breast jiggled with each snap of my hips. Moans and pants left my body as I used my hand to spread her legs wider to get a deeper angle. I could hear all the lewd squelching sounds of her cunt as I plunged my cock into her repeatedly, a ring of white forming around the base of my cock from all of her flowing juices. My hand wrapped around her neck just tight enough to make her a little breathless but not so much so she could still breath. Vivianne’s body was shaking, her eyes rolling back into her skull as I fucked her roughly.
  “It…it feels so good,” Vivianne cried out, her hands squeezing the comforter beneath us.
 “Yeah, baby,” I groaned, “s-shit. This pussy’s squeezing me so f-fucking tightly. All mine, you hear me. I’ll kill…a-ah…I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you.”
Vivianne nodded her head .
 “Nu-uh. Use your words. Who do you belong too?”
 “Y-you,” she choked out.
I grinned, moving my hips faster and faster, drilling my cock deeper and deeper into her. All of her juices were coating her thighs, my cock, and a little bit of my torso. She was so messy, it was hot. I nuzzled my head into her neck, removing my hand from her throat but not stopping the speed or force of my hips. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling each time I brushed against her sweet spot. I latched my mouth onto her neck and sucked harshly creating a purple mark against her skin. I did it a few more times too leaving a big mark that almost looked like a bruise on her neck. Sweat dripped from my hair, falling on her already thinly coated face. I growled against her as she tightened, probably getting close to her release.
 “I-I’m so cl-close,” she moaned out, “fuck, fuck.”
“Let me see it, baby,” I growled, “Cum on my fuckin’ cock. Show me what a messy, little slut you are.”
She moaned loudly at my words, her legs were shaking around me as her pussy gushed all around my cock. Her arms released me as she arched her back off the bed.
 “Good fuckin’ girl,” I moaned, “I’m almost there...shit.”
  “B-Billy,” she whined, “It’s too…it’s too much.”
 I didn’t listen to her, just kept fucking her roughly, my thrust getting sloppier the closer I got to my own climax.
 “G-gonna breed that little cunt of yours, doll,” I panted, “Fill that pussy up, make you all mine. Forever.”
More of her juices flowing as she got more and more aroused from the words I was saying. I gripped her hair tightly in my hands and pounded into her roughly.
 “Please,” she moaned, “p-please come inside me, Billy.”
 “Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
   Hot spurts of my cum were planted deep inside her coating her walls. I shuttered against her as I finished. A few minutes passed with me still buried inside of Vivianne’s abused cunt, then I pulled out and fell beside her. Both of us were breathing fast so we could catch our breaths. I felt her shiver beside me and I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her tired body.
 “Sleepy, pretty girl?” I questioned.
 “Mmm.”
 “Let’s get you to my house, hmm. We can sleep real good there, doll.”
 “In a second,” Vivianne whined.
I chuckled and buried my head into her and wrapped us in the used comforter. There was nothing to worry about right now, the door was locked and we weren’t going to be bothered. For the first time in a long time, I could relax.
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Early morning sleepyhead: Billy is not a morning person, but the fact that he has to make it to work to make a living is a great motivator. He always tries to gather extra patience when greeting you and talking with you after he wakes up because he doesn't want to say anything he doesn't mean, and you are always the most important thing to him.
Contemplating his actions: He knows that sometimes he says unnecessarily mean things or takes the conversation too far when his temper gets the best of him, and he does feel bad about it when it happens. You'll sometimes catch him getting quiet, looking off into the distance or down at his shoes for a few minutes before making an uncomfortable trek up to someone he owes an apology to.
Introspective curiosity: After everything he has been through, Billy has repetitive episodes of wondering why he has certain feelings and what the meaning of his future is. This is usually late at night when you can find him chainsmoking next to an open window, playing soft music so as not to wake you. He will always let you in on his thoughts and questions, and you are always there to remind him that he is a good person despite his past, and he is healing.
Childlike playfulness: He would never let anyone else know it, but Billy gets excited pretty easily, and he loves to rough house and tease you and his closest friends. He will sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and spin you around until you're both dizzy, have splashing fights with you in the pool, and will chase you around the house, jumping over furniture to play an impromptu game of tag. He loves the simply joys of childlike fun.
Notes around the house: He works some early mornings and some late nights, so he is always leaving you sweet notes on the fridge, on the counter, in your bag. Despite what other people probably believe, he is rather well-spoken in writing, and he is always signing his notes with, "your secret admirer" to keep the inside joke alive about how the two of you met.
Singing and dancing: Billy loves music, and even though he keeps his cool well in front of others, he will always sing, dance, tap on random things around the room/car, and pretend like he's putting on a show for you. He will also never confess out loud that he is a diehard Duran Duran and WHAM! fan. He is always playing music at home, and he will randomly walk into the room, grab your hand, and spin you around before engaging you in a partner dance while he lipsyncs to whatever song is playing.
He cares what your family and friends think: Billy always takes the time to think carefully about how he acts and speaks in front of your family and friends. He wants them to know that you are treasured and well taken care of, and he is careful to always be as respectful and patient as possible when interacting with them. Your parents adore him, and your friends are starting to come around after seeing how helpful and empathetic he really is, even if they already knew of his past.
This is my first time making one of these, and I'll definitely add to it as I think of more. These are just some starting ones that I think of a lot.
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