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Fine - Billy Hargrove One Shot +18
Minor DNI
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Billy Hargrove x female reader
Based off of an ask by @billysbot :
SMUT, lots of pet names, language, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, practically plotless, ownership kink, cum play, manipulative Bills; canon-typical assholary
★Lightly edited★
Y/N’s POV:
“Co’mere,” you whisper through panting breaths, tugging Eddie towards Steve’s room. The speakers blare from downstairs; the upstairs of the Harrington’s packed like a brothel.
Eddie takes you into his arms, pinning you against the wall; deepening your kiss. You moan against his lips, rolling your hips to soothe the want between your thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eddie mutters between kisses; his soft, sweet lips moving effortlessly with yours. “Been waiting for this for a while. I-”
“The fuck is going on here?” You hear the deep bark of your ex. Ugh, Goddamnit. “Kissin’ my girlfriend, Munson?”
“Not your girlfriend, Hargrove,” you snap.
“Since when baby?” He steps a little closer. You feel Eddie’s grip loosen; setting you on the floor, fear setting in as Billy closes in on the two of you. You grit your teeth, feeling your anger swell.
“I’ll call you. Okay?” Eddie whispers, hastily; looking at Billy out of the corner of his eye. You can tell he's nervous; which is valid, honestly, because you belong to Billy whether you hate him or not.
“You won’t,” Billy laughs. “You're not gonna talk to her ever again. You understand?”
“Yeah - yeah. Understood,” Eddie mumbles as he meets your eyes again. “M’sorry, sweetheart.”
“Call her sweetheart again. Please,” Billy pleads; an unhinged look in his piercing blue eyes as he challenges Eddie to say one more fucking word.
Eddie turns on his heels, disappearing down the steps.
“Have a nice night, honey,” Billy smiles; flashing you a wink, following close behind Eddie.
You reach out, clawing the shoulder of his red button-down; yanking him back to you as he releases a manic laugh. SLAP. The sound of your hand cracking his cheek resounds through the hallway.
A wicked smile spreads on Billy’s lips; your act of violence carrying the opposite effect, Billy craving more per usual.
“I fucking hate you,” you hiss.
“Sure you do,” he hums; as he steps closer, backing you into the wall. It’s true… it’s not just lip service I fucking hate him. I hate the way I can’t get over him, the way he’s constantly on my mind even when he treats me like absolute dog shit; the way he says I’m the only one; but, can’t quite seem to keep that promise. I hate that I still love him. “Were you gonna fuck Munson?” He winces, looking back at you in disgust. “Are times really that tough?”
“Leave me alone, Billy.” You blow by him, shoulder-checking him on the way to the stairs. He reaches out for you, hauling you back in. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“To find Steve. He’s always a good time. And, he’s not scared of you. Bigger dick too.” Lie.
“Fuck you,” Billy growls; his ego bruised as you strike a nerve. A devilish smile tugs on your lips this time.
“We done here?” You chuckle; just pressing his buttons further.
“Not even close.”
Billy’s lips crash into yours, taking your breath away as his hips push into you, guiding you back to the wall. You can feel his bulge, rock-hard against you as he grinds, keeping cadence with your kiss. You give in momentarily; hands, skimming up his muscular body, resting on his firm chest before shoving him off.
“Get off of me!”
You stride away but he grabs you, tossing you effortlessly over his shoulder. “Remember that safe word? I haven’t heard it yet, princess. You must still want my cock. Am I right or am I right?” He sneers as he steps into Harrington’s room, slamming the door shut.
“Billy!” You scream; doing your best to fight your way out of his arms; but, he’s right. He's all you want.
“You think I’m happy about this?” He snips. “I was about to fuck, Rachael Dalton. Pretty little thing; sweet fuckin’ ass, perfect tits. And then you, you decided to sneak in here with Munson. And we can’t have that now. Can we?”
“Why? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You groan.
“‘Cause you’re mine, baby.”
He can't be serious.
“I’m not, Billy. You don’t own me.”
The corners of his lips curl into a little smile. “Well, we both know that isn’t true. Is it, sweetheart?” Billy lunges forward, lips locking with yours. You kiss passionately, gasping for air, gripping his long locks; your body aching for contact.
Heat fans across your being; a steady pulsing between your thighs, an ache in your core that was missing with Eds. No one would ever compare to Billy. It's fucking infuriating.
His blood-red shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders; chest fully exposed. You pull at what little buttons remain; Billy quickly rips his shirt off the rest of the way.
You reach for him instantly; drawing your hands from his strong chest through the ripples of his abs, following the deep indentations of his v-lines to his leather belt. You suck off his bottom lip, biting down hard enough to pinch; making Billy moan before shoving you against the wall.
Billy’s rough hands follow the zipper between your breasts, drawing it down slowly; savoring each new inch of bare skin, until your little dress falls to the floor. "Such a whore f’me," Billy chuckles, looking at you lustfully as you stand in front of him in nothing but red lingerie.
“Not for you.”
“Bullshit… Who else would you wear this for? Tell me.” He’s right. Fucking asshole. Billy reaches behind your back; unclasping your bra with a single hand as the other grips the hair at the nape of your neck. He reaches down, tugging at your delicate lace panties; ripping them away.
"Fucking dick," you moan breathily as he takes your nipple in his mouth, swirling lightly; moving to the other as he palms your curves.
"These fuckin' tits," he mumbles, drunkenly against your chest as he continues to play. The other hand reaches down, skimming up your inner thigh. A thick finger glides through your folds, toying with your entrance; your obvious excitement making him release a needy moan. “You say you hate me; but, this pussy says otherwise.” Billy slaps your cunt, making you fuss.
“Stop, Billy.”
“Just say the word, doll, and I’ll stop,” he taunts as you finger the button of his Levi’s, splaying the zipper. “You don’t even know what you want,” he murmurs.
“Shut the fuck up,” you groan as you snare his denim, pulling it and his boxers to his feet as you lower yourself to your knees.
You move back slightly as Billy foots closer, bullying you back to the wall. His eyes beg for you, as you lift his hard length to your plush lips.
"My girl looks so good on her knees. Fuck," he pants; throwing his head back as you swirl your wet tongue around his reddened tip, swiping the lick of precum leaking from his swollen head.
You wrap your lips around him as Billy reaches down, taking your head in his hands; sinking onto his cock as you take him slowly to the back of your throat. Billy grips your hair, pulling slightly causing you to moan and hum, as you start to bob back and forth.
You can feel his thick dick throb on your tongue; every ridge and vein, gliding in and out of your mouth. "S-Shit, baby," he pants; eyebrows knitting tightly.
You add your hands, following your mouth as you work. A slight twist causes Billy to moan; his stance shifting. Taking your tongue you stroke the underside of his shaft, making his thick thighs quiver.
"What would you do without my dick?” He grunts as you deep-throat his cock; gagging slightly. You feel tears roll down your cheeks, dripping off your chin.
Billy slams his hands against the wall, thrusting into you suddenly; moving you even closer to the wall as he uses your mouth to stroke his cock; your head pressed to the partition.
"I'm gonna cum, princess," he moans. You cup his balls in your hand, rolling them gently; feeling as they tighten. "Ugh... Christ," Billy grunts; spilling his load deep into your throat. His eyes pinch shut, fluttering open slowly. "Holy fuck," he huffs.
You stand up, watching his beautiful, stupid fuckin’ face as he comes down from his high. He wastes no time taking you back into his arms, mouth meeting yours. "You hate me. Huh? You sure about that? You weren’t throatin’ my cock like you hated me," he mumbles between kisses.
“You treat me like shit. You’re a fuckin’ dick. You’re a liar. How could I not hate you, Billy?” You whisper against his lips. “You’re a disrespectful asshole and your only positive quality is your dick.”
He smiles against your lips; a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “I’ve got a nice ass too.”
Billy pumps his dick a few times, kicking your foot to the side. You spread your legs as he guides himself to your warmth. You feel his fat cockhead swirl around your entrance; a tug as he starts to stretch you out before drawing out completely. "Fuck... You're soaked," he groans; thrusting himself in fully, taking your breath away. “Gettin’ all worked up over suckin’ my cock?”
"N-No," you stammer.
"Who’s the liar now?" He draws out, thrusting rougher; making you whimper as you feel him fill you to the brim. He wraps his arms around your ass picking you up; you fall deeper onto his shaft, crying in pleasure as he ruts roughly. Billy pumps into you quickly, fucking you out of your heels; landing on the floor below.
He draws you off the wall, walking you to the bed; kissing messily before laying you on your back. Billy mounts you again; gripping your thighs, pulling you to the edge.
He wraps your legs around his shoulders; taking his dick in his fist again. Billy runs his cock along the length of your soaked silk, gathering your arousal before pressing himself in nice and slow.
He rocks his length into you, playing with depths; watching your eyes roll back as he drags out. Your breasts bounce with each clap of your ass against his hips.
Taking your ankles in his hands he pulls them straight up in the air, using them as leverage to drive deeper. "Shit, Bills," you cry; feeling the pressure of his length and the tugging of the stretch.
"Bills?” He stammers as he watches you get closer and closer to the edge. “Using nicknames again I see. You giving in, baby? Or, are you just goin’ so dumb on my cock you can think straight?”
“Shut up.” SLAP. You smack him across the face again, making him growl in pleasure.
Billy reaches for your wrist, pinning it against Steve’s plush mattress; grabbing the other as well, lowering himself to your lips. “You gotta stop slappin’ me or I’m gonna fall in love with you all over again,” he groans.
Billy reaches his arms down, looping them around your body before tossing you higher on the mattress. He spreads your thighs widely, spitting on your clit before stuffing his cock back inside.
Billy’s body slaps against yours; his hand greeting your greedy cunt, rubbing small circles on your aching pearl. You close your walls tightly around him, causing Billy to throw his head back in pleasure.
"Whose pussy is this?” He moans, breathlessly.
Your eyes roll back in your head; lip bitten as you hold back the words he's longing to hear.
"Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?” He snarls as his large hand wraps around your throat, picking up the pace; an unrelenting tempo as you feel your pleasure near its peak.
“Fuck you,” you spit. His hold tightens, a smile spreading on his lips. You can feel your pulse under his hand as your eyes flutter shut. “Yours,” you whimper.
"Good fuckin’ girl… Want me to cum in this tight cunt? Make you cum?" He taunts.
"Yes. M’gonna - Fuck, Billy," you cry as your body flutters around his cock.
Billy moans your name as he floods you with his seed; panting through jagged breaths as he continues to work you through your climax.
Billy’s eyes shut heavily as he feels you relax around him. He wraps himself in you, nestling into the crook of your neck.
The two of you reach for a breath; hearts banging against each other. He draws back not soon after; his hooded eyes meet yours, that same smirk setting on his kiss-bitten lips.
"Still hate me?" He asks, breathlessly; scooping his sandy blonde bangs off his sweat-glistened forehead.
"Yes," you whisper; knowing full well that meant nothing now.
"M’sorry,” he rasps. You roll your eyes and look away; but, he grabs your face, guiding you right back in again. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Billy asks, his tone gentle and warm, contrasting everything leading up to the point.
"You can’t be serious?” You whisper. “Hell fucking no.” A little scowl tugs on his lips. “I wasn’t kidding, Billy. You’re not good for me. I can’t trust you.”
"That’s not true. M’good for you,” he pouts. "You love me. I know you do.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“C‘mon, princess,” he whispers against your neck as he draws his cock out nice and slow. His eyes fall between your thighs, watching your shared releases slip out of your entrance. He swirls his thick fingers, stuffing it back inside; toying with your cunt as his eyes plead with you to say ‘yes’.
“Fine.”
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Talk Shit, Get Hit
prompt: ( requested ) your high school bully picks the wrong day to taunt you and it's up to an equally hotheaded Billy to calm you down. call it irony.
pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader
characters are ALL aged 18 years old
fandom masterlist: Stranger Things
word count: 5.4k+
note: the reader is aggressive. the reader is violent. the reader’s hands are rated ‘E’ for Everyone.
warnings: you know the drill: author projects instead of going to therapy and uses personal experience as details. there's physical violence, aggressive reader, depiction of shitty home life / toxic family, (somewhat severe) abusive alcoholic parent, parental abandonment, cursing, bullying, Jason Carver's sister is the bully, injury and blood. cursing, threats, brief cigarette and illicit material use (marijuana / weed), i guess this is hurt and comfort, angst, we talk about Billy's abuse with Neil, too, and kinda abrupt ending.
PLEASE NOTE -
this fic will depict parental abuse, both emotional and physical.
this fic will discuss an alcoholic parent.
this fic will detail physical violence BY the reader.
DO NOT engage if any of these topics potentially trigger you. you will miss nothing if you decide to skip. author implores readers to value and prioritize their own comfort and mental health.
Of all the days Brittany Carver could've chosen, she picked the worst day imaginable to bully you - being akin to a ticking time bomb. To your immense surprise, she'd laid off that entire week, focused on the "big" cheerleading competition she was leading Hawkins High to victory in. It left her no energy to engage in her favorite past time of tormenting you; figuring that after 6 years of her brutal behavior, she had grown up and lost interest. You weren't someone who people bullied easily, but this thing with Brittany, it was some kind of twisted pissing contest; competition brewing in elementary school that boiled over during middle school and now lasted into high school.
However, God seemed to have a sick sense of humor because on the week your bully had temporarily forgotten your existence, things at home had escalated to a new height not previously known. It was true what they said: if it wasn't one thing, it was another.
The entire week, your mother had only been sober for - well - none of it. She was found morning, noon, and night slumped over in various locations around your home with different bottles of liquor in her grip. The house grew messier each day, a direct result of a checked-out parent refusing to do any chore and destructive little monsters that took form as your twin little brothers. You couldn't keep up, playing mother, sister, housewife, personal maid, and full-time student all at once; pushing your stress levels higher, making you bitter and short tempered. The times your mother was conscious, which was typically to find a new bottle of alcohol, she was a right nasty fuck.
Her bark matched her bite; not only yelling at you, belittling you, and gaslighting you - but also using physical aggression to "teach you a lesson" for being "disorderly" or "a waste of semen" - and yes, that is a direct quote. Her hands were dainty from malnourishment, bulging veins prominent, and despite your father abandoning the family ages go, she still wore her diamond wedding ring that left small cuts wherever she struck you. The times she wasn't sober enough to really "get" you, she put out cigarettes on your arms and thighs; leaving tiny, circular burn scars you coated in Neosporin. She’s been known to break a few wooden cooking spoons over your head, steal the money made from babysitting, even cashed-in your inheritance - pawning all of your dead grandmother’s jewelry. There were plenty of other examples, but dwelling on those instances wouldn't change the past or alter your future, so you stuffed them way deep down in your soul.
Naturally, you didn't say a Goddamn thing; under the impression that everyone had shitty family members they tolerated and that your home life was normal enough to not report to the police. You didn't know any better, you didn't know that your mother downing fifths of alcohol daily was cause for concern. You didn't know that abuse wasn't the standard - emotional or physical. It took years for you to learn that love wasn't supposed to hurt, that love wasn't supposed to scare you, that love wasn't selfish, that your mother didn't actually love you. It took years to convince yourself that you were worthy of love and acceptance, never receiving it from your mother - not knowing you could get it from anyone else.
And then, William fucking Hargrove - or Billy - breezed into your small hometown with a sweet denim-clad ass, golden, curly mullet, and a bad fucking attitude that rivaled your own.
It was a match made in heaven.
Or hell.
You both suffered at the hands of your parental figures, turning abrasive and foul-mouthed as defense mechanisms. You and Billy developed hardened exteriors in an effort to protect your soft insides, and when you met officially, it was as if you two could see past that hard shell - straight through the bullshit. You recognized much of the same in one another - like looking in a mirror - and grew impossibly close in an incredibly short amount of time; grateful to have a second half who understood without ever needing explanation.
He just got you. Able to identify common threads between you. Billy understood you, having more empathy than you thought he could muster. He protected you. He loved you. He took care of you - and you did the exact same, considering you two were cut from the same cloth; wanting to assure him he was just as worthy of love as you.
Billy was known around Hawkins for being a womanizing jock with anger issues, and yet, when you finally agreed to go on a date with him, he never even looked at another girl twice. He felt as if dating his best friend, understanding that nobody else would truly understand him the way you do - so he did what he could to keep you.
He did his best to defend you, but there was only so many tangible things the star basketball player could protect you from. Gossip and petty cheerleaders, prime examples. Yet Billy still tried, even taking the liberty to confront Brittany's brother, Jason Carver, about leaving you alone. Unfortunately, it was as if Billy's concern spurred on the cheerleader's bullying, calling you pathetic for hiding behind a man and sending him to fight your battles. You told Billy to stay out of it, that you could handle the situation by yourself, that he would just make the situation much more sticky.
So he did. Billy backed off, letting you deal with the situation as best you deemed; offering his support in return, being a shoulder to cry on for the days your frustration peaked.
That entire week Brittany didn't bully you had been extraordinarily tiresome due to your mother's abuse, wanting to confide in Billy but refraining when you rationalized not bringing him into your bullshit. He had enough of his own. So, while, yes, it was a comfort to have him on your side, you never indulged Billy on the woes of your life. He was meant to be your escape, not your savior; the burden of shouldering your abuse while enduring his own feeling terribly unfair.
You kept quiet, even though you were silently begging for someone to save you. Yet you weren't a damsel, there was no Prince Charming, brave knight, chosen champion to slay the dragons terrorizing you.
However, your boyfriend was much more intuitive than you realized. You always prided yourself on your acting skills, convincing everyone around you that you were indifferent to your mother's temperament, even when showing up at school with a casted wrist, black eye, and split bottom lip. Turns out, parents in Hawkins gossiped much more than the kids, and soon, it felt like the entire town knew about your abusive alcoholic mother and runaway father. Nobody did anything to help you, they just tiptoed around the knowledge and stared at your injuries. Brittany Carver was the only person stupid enough to make the mistake of weaponizing your home situation.
It was a tepid spring afternoon, the sun peaking through the clouds and the first flowers sprouting from the thawing ground. The bell rang to dismiss for lunch, the hallways filled with mingling and milling students all grateful for the midday break. Some gathered in gaggles of friends, some headed directly for the cafeteria, and others, like you, utilized the time to exchange morning class books for afternoon materials. Your fractured wrist had long since healed, but there was a long, straight scar present as a result from the surgery you required; currently, a scabbing cut over your eyebrow, lips stinging from where the flesh split, with a collection of bruises turning different colors to represent various healing stages.
Today simply hadn't been your day.
After a week of constant alcohol-fueled battery, you felt your frustrations finally crescendo after being assigned 3 separate essays; doubling your stress, shortening your fuse, and creating heavy leaded dread as the minutes ticked by. Everyone else felt giddy for the spring-tastic weekend, wanting time to go faster so they could go home - but not you. You might've been the one teenager in the city - no, no, the county - no, wait! The state - WAIT, NO... The country, who didn't want to leave school. You didn't want the day to end and be forced out of your safety zone; anxiety twisting your stomach and prickling your skin at the thought of returning home.
Truthfully, you spent several nights a week at Billy's, being snuck in through his window; feeling unsafe in your own home and wanting to remain close without voicing your need for his proximity. You felt stronger with Billy, as if you could take on the world; as if your safety and wellbeing were (finally) a real priority. He took great pride in being that safe haven for you, thinking it a nice change of pace as he often never seized opportunities to prove himself compassionate and caring. Billy was known for being a brute, someone aggressive and commandeering; nobody associating "safety" with him - except you.
However, this wasn't one of those weekends you'd be able to sneak out, being forced into caring for your two wee brothers; them needing you, dependent on you, relying on the care and love you provide them.
As a result of your shitty week, you had been a right, foul bitch to those unfortunate enough to engage you. Being well aware of your attitude, you tried to avoid everyone, not wanting to lash out at innocent peers - labeling yourself a bitch because of your impeccable self-awareness. Though, no matter the labels you assigned, you simply couldn't rein your emotions into check given your anxiety over returning home overpowered your brain.
Knowing you'd be forced to defend yourself against your own mother set your teeth on edge, projecting your horrible mood onto anyone in your vicinity - making most keep their distance.
Keyword: most.
Much like her brother, captain of the basketball team, Jason Carver, Brittany Carver wasn't the brightest bulb of the bunch. She never picked up hints, she didn't bother reading the room or in-between any lines; she held little to no regard for those around her or their emotional state. Brittany just wanted to assert herself as Queen Bee and thought the best way to achieve that was by bullying those she deemed lesser then she. It gave her a power trip, made her feel swollen with importance, boosting her ego because in her mind, she'd rather be feared than loved.
Brittany was dressed in her pretty, pressed, and bright cheer uniform; her obnoxiously blonde hair tied in a high ponytail that swished dramatically with each step. She wore cherry flavored lip gloss, her make-up caked, skirt hiked higher than school regulation permitted because she suckled at the teat for attention - good or bad.
You heard the second bell ring and finished shoving books in your locker, trying to stuff notebooks in your bag when your locker was suddenly violently slammed shut. Flinching at the quick movement and aggressive bang, you glared at whoever dared interrupt you; a manicured hand flat on the metal to keep the locker closed.
"The fuck you want, Brittany?"
"Awh, someone's already got their panties in a twist," she mocked, two of her cronies giggling their support. "C'mon, babe, I was just stopping by to say hello - missed you this week!"
"Oh, for sure," you sneered in a sickly-sweet tone, "of course you missed me, your life is so much more boring without me in it, huh? Wow, seriously, Brittany, I'm flattered to be the main character in your life, too."
Her eyes rolled and one of the other cheerleaders at her flank, Jennifer, popped flavorless gum. "I'm surprised you still have this level of spunk and cheek to talk like that, would've thought Mommy Dearest beat it out of you by now - she hits you often enough, right? Doesn't she? Hmm, well, maybe she needs to hit you a little harder."
"Excuse me?" You snapped.
"You heard me!" She laughed. "Obviously your mom isn't teaching you any lessons since you still have this whole emo-attitude going on. But I can't say I blame her, you're such a bitch - I'd smack the shit outta you, too."
You nodded slowly, not realizing several students had paused themselves to watch the exchange; knowing this was a longtime coming and didn't want to miss the inevitable drama. Dropping your backpack, you asked, "You sure? You really wanna hit me?"
"Is it that hard to believe? I mean," she smirked, "your own mother does - of course, I do, too. Like, seriously, it's not a secret why she hits you - just look at you! No wonder she hates you, you're just a waste of space, resources, and money. Damn shame Billy doesn't see it yet, but don't worry, he will." She laughed again, "He'll get tired of reopening your lip every time you kiss. It's so pathetic and ugly, he'll start to crave what you can't offer. I mean, seriously, what guy with any self-respect wants to date a girl as broken as you?"
"Know what, Brittany?" You growled, balling your fists at your side. "I'll give you one free hit."
"Excuse me, what?"
"Yeah," your head nodded, "go ahead. One free, clean shot. Hit me if you want to so bad, but you'll only get just this one shot."
Her eyes rolled, "I don't need to, your mom's got that covered."
"Free hit, Brit," you taunted, gesturing, "c'mon, go 'head, lemme have it. Since I'm so insufferable, go right ahead - get your clean hit."
Jennifer and Jasmine shared strange looks, the latter nudging, "Just do it, Brittany, shut this stupid bitch the hell up."
"Yeah, Brittany, shut me the hell up."
She looked to her little goons with a smirk, shrugged and handing over her backpack. When Brittany turned again, she dramatically wound her arm back and used her full strength to swing her fist into your cheek; only making your head turn a fraction from impact. You hummed and nodded, the cheerleader laughing with her girls as if she had "shown you" - but her amusement died when she noticed you barely reacted.
You smirked, cracking your neck, "My turn!"
Your knuckle cracked the bridge of the cheerleader's nose - sick sound of a snap ringing in your ears and jolting the girl's head backwards; momentum forcing her to stumble. Brittany shrieked in pain, holding her nose, unable to defend herself as you launched your attack; first slamming her back into the lockers before jabbing your fist into any vulnerable spot you could.
Similar to the movies, you held Brittany by her hair to keep her in place; wailing your punches repeatedly, each hit making Britt bang into the lockers. Jennifer and Jasmine tried to pull you away but both earned their own punches or elbows to the face for the interference. You focused on Brittany, instantly curating a flock of students all eager to watch.
"FIIIIIIGHT!"
"GIRL FIGHT!"
"BEAT HER ASS, Y/N!"
Brittany sobbed as blood dribbled down her front, staining her pretty uniform, but you were just getting started. The hallway turned noisy, a circle forming around you four as all three cheerleaders were staved off; you running on pure anger, adrenaline, and overflowing frustration that encouraged your foot to kick Britt's gut. You'd never admit it, but Brittany's mocking had hurt you past words, made you feel vulnerable, disarmed, as if you were damaged, undeserving goods. With each punch or kick or stomp, you remembered a different instance of your mother's abuse, seeing her face instead of Brittany's; spurring you on with unrestrained force.
In the parking lot, Billy was leaning on his car with a few teammates from the basketball team and enjoying a hearty nicotine-filled break. Though they'd never label it as such, the boys exchanged idle gossip; listening to Conrad Jones detail his latest conquest, sneering about how "easy" Kennedy Stephens was. They were interrupted when Kyle Lambert sprinted up to them, sneakers skidding over asphalt, panting dramatically, "Billy! Billy! Y-You gotta come see this, man! You gotta help!"
"What?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"I-It's your girl - it's Y/N!"
He pushed off his car that was supporting his weight, demanding, "What about her?"
"You gotta come quick, man, you gotta see this! It's fucking wild! Brittany, Jennifer, and Jasmine tried jumping her - "
Billy was surging across the carpark instantly, tossing his cigarette away before yanking the school doors open. He was instantly greeted by the chaotic sight and sounds of a fight, peers gathered in a large circle; screaming their support and hollering encouragement.
"Billy! Oh, thank God!!" Chrissy Cunningham cried, waving him closer. "You have to help! You have to do something, it's 3-on-1!"
He didn't acknowledge the strawberry blonde, just started instantly shoving through the crowd to reach the edge of the fight. It wasn't the sight he was anticipating - fearing the worst, now pleasantly surprised (and a little turned on).
Blood was splattered on the linoleum floors, a single streak smeared on the lockers. Jennifer was left on the ground with her back against the metal, sporting a busted lip as Jasmine was trying to coax her to her feet - sporting a ruddy face and disheveled look. Left in the center, to the entertainment of the crowd, was you on top of Brittany Carver, heaving your fist time and again into her face.
"Shit," he breathed, intending to step forward to stop the fight but needing to shove Tommy H. out of his way when he stepped forward.
"C'mon, man! It's a girl fight! Don't break it up!" Tommy begged, but Billy bullied through.
"All right, that's enough," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your middle and heaving you up and back a step - needing to engage his core and arms when you wriggled in an effort to free yourself. "Hey, hey, hey - "
"Lemme go! This bitch needs put in the ground!"
"Jesus Christ, when did you get this strong?" He grunted, your feet slipping on blood but still being restrained by your boyfriend's impressive strength.
"Talk your shit again, bitch!" You barked at Brittany, who was sobbing in pain and curling into herself. "Lemme hear you say another Goddamn word, you'll need more than another nose job! Fake ass, plastic bitch!"
Jason joined the center and knelt at his sister's side, helping her sit up, glaring at you and Billy. Your boyfriend grit his teeth when Jason snarled, "You need to muzzle your bitch, Billy!"
"I'll fuck you up for talkin' about her like that, Carver, don't provoke me. Watch yourself," Billy snapped in warning, successfully managing to get you behind him.
However, you dodged around him with only enough time to spit hatefully on Brittany, warning, "You wanna talk shit, you'll get hit! Don't let me hear you again - don't you ever dare say another word about my mama! I'll put you in the ground, bitch, fucking try me! I dare you! Try me again, say shit about my mama, and see what the fuck I do!"
"All right, all right, you made your point," Billy stiffly told you, pulling you away by force to avoid you actually killing Brittany. He got a look at her injuries, thinking there must've been more than a broken nose from the way her uniform was stained and her entire face bloodied. "C'mon, we gotta get outta here, come with me - c'mon, baby, you can't touch her anymore, you made your point, you'll end up killin' her or some shit," he panted, shoving through the crowd and effectively ending the fight.
Billy didn't let go of your form until finally outside - letting you rip yourself away as your blood boiled, adrenaline making you much stronger. He watched you pace; huffing, puffing, seething, all but gnashing your teeth hatefully. "That fucking bitch had it coming, Bee, it was self defense!" You finally explained.
"Oh, yeah, princess, totally looked like it," he scoffed, blocking the doors in case you tried to go back. He lit another cigarette.
"It was, you condescending asshole!" You snapped, eyes ablaze and anger tangible. "She approached me, she ran her mouth, and she hit me first!"
"Well," he sighed, "whatever the reason, it's not worth jail time for beating her to death."
"Might be."
"Ain't nothing worth throwing your life away," he offered you the cigarette, but you refused. "Why don't you just tell me what happened? What'd she say?"
"It doesn't matter, Billy."
"I think it matters when she looks like she's gonna need a blood transfusion to replenish what she's lost."
"Whatever - let it be a lesson that you shouldn't throw stones if you're scared of a boulder."
Billy sighed, smoke blown from his mouth, "C'mon, doll, tell me what happened?"
"Doesn't matter, it's done, it's over, it's in the past."
"Baby, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
"You can't help, period, Billy! There's nothing you can do!"
"Well, you're not even letting me try!"
"'Cause it's redundant!"
"Obviously not when you look like a raging bull!"
Your eyes rolled, head shaking, "I handled it."
"I saw," he scoffed. "So, 3-on-1? How'd that happen?"
"I told you, they approached me."
"Well, I'm gonna need a little more to go on. C'mon, pretty girl, the fuck just happened? You know you can get suspended!" This made you freeze, muscles clamming up, looking purely petrified as if the thought hadn't occurred to you. "I know you don't want that, but if you talk to me, maybe I can help lessen whatever punishment."
"Oh, whatever, like I care about being punished," you snipped, hands twisting together - telling Billy you were beginning to get anxious.
"I think you do, it'd put you in the house with your mom alone," he trailed, pushing away from the doors to approach you like a baby deer. "C'mon, I know you don't wanna get suspended, so just tell me what happened."
"I'm sure you'll hear all about it from your little basketball buddies."
"I don't fucking care!" He snapped with the cigarette trapped and bobbing between his lips, making you look at him in mild shock. "There's gonna be a hundred different rumors, whole fuckin' school watched you beat the shit outta those girls - but I only care about what you have to say."
"There's no point - "
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he growled, snatching the cig between his knuckles, "I just saw three bitches on the ground, all injured, beaten up, bleeding - so stop being so Goddamn stubborn and just tell me! I'm tryna help you!"
"You pulled me off of her, you've helped plenty."
"I'd like to understand how this happened."
"It won't change anything."
"No, it won't, but you have a side to the story. Tell me what went wrong? What happened?"
You sighed, no longer pacing, planting both hands on your hips. Your head shook as Billy tossed the filtered cigarette butt aside, muttering when he exhaled the last of the smoke, "It seems so stupid now."
"Hey," he soothed, crowding into your space and taking one of your hands in his. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it wasn't stupid. You're forgetting, I know well enough to understand you wouldn't throw a punch unless absolutely necessary. Whatever got you riled up like that ain't stupid, sweetheart."
Like a glazed donut, your eyes turned glassy. Billy frowned and took your other hand off your hip, forcing your attention on him. "I swear, I didn't start it," you whispered.
"Only matters that you finished it," he smirked. "Tell me, what the fuck was all that?"
You sighed deeply, offering meekly, "Guess they had it comin'..."
"I know they did," Billy chuckled. "Nobody's that stupid to provoke you, except Brittany."
"I was at my locker... They approached and slammed it shut."
"Right, okay..."
"There were words exchanged, but Brittany, she - " You paused, swallowing thickly, "she started talkin' shit about my mom, about, you know, what she does..."
Billy understood instantly. "You fuckin' serious?" He growled, seeing you nod and fill him in on what was said - unable to look him in the eye as you relived your anger. By the end, you were trembling in emotion and adrenaline loss, Billy sighing deeply and yanking you into his chest for a tight embrace. "All right, yeah," he mumbled, "should've put them bitches in the ground."
"And now," you sniffled, "I'm gonna get suspended, forced to stay home with Ma all next week."
"We'll get you outta it."
"Can't, the school doesn't tolerate fighting on school grounds."
"You said she swung first?"
"Technically, yes. I might've - allegedly - prompted her into it."
"It's still selfdefense, toots, no matter what you or anyone said - if she swung first and hit you, you were only defending yourself."
You shrugged, resting on his chest, "You see the damage? Admin won't care who swung first - not when they're beat to shit."
"Yeah, there's my li'l hothead," he smirked, chuckling slightly before pecking the top of your head. "But you gotta admit, it's impressive how you took on all three."
"I guess, doesn't exactly feel like an accomplishment."
"Nah, princess, seriously," he pulled you back to look at him again, "that's fuckin' hot. I mean, they approached you and still got their asses handed to 'em. That's straight skill."
"Or just a lot of anger with nowhere to go," you frowned. "Think I should go find admin?"
"Nah, they'll probably find you - "
The doors opened and your name was called, the principal's secretary waving you to her. "Fuck," you whispered, releasing Billy.
"I'll come with you," he promised, lacing your fingers together when he took your hand. Billy had to admit, it was a little weird being in the principal's office but not being the one in trouble; waiting without patience in a fraying chair, picking at the exposed stuffing with his leg bouncing. He'd been there 45 minutes, skipping the last half of classes, just waiting as you were behind a closed door with the principal, vice principal, and the disciplinary officer.
He looked up when the school nurse lead Brittany, Jennifer, and Jasmine inside - glaring at them but admiring the scattering of cuts and bruises with dried blood on their precious uniforms. A few minutes later, you were exiting the office with a passive and neutral expression settled on your face. Your lip curled only slightly when you clocked the cheerleaders - hating how smug they all looked - approaching Billy instantly.
"You all right?" He checked, standing and adjusting his jeans.
"Mhm," you nodded, keeping your voice low as the principal called the three cheerleaders into his office. You waited until the door was closed, then informed with a smirk, "I'm not suspended."
"No?"
"Nope," you confirmed. "Apparently, they asked a couple other kids what happened and my story matches theirs. I was minding my business, they came up to me, they started mouthing off, and Brittany was the one who hit me first. So," you shrugged, "guess your idea of selfdefense held strong."
"See? That's good, huh?"
"Yeah," you sighed, nodding absently, "but he said the girls were gonna lose their spot on the cheer squad for this. Listen, I don't think I feel like goin' back to class - kinda just wanna take a nap."
Billy hiked up his jean jacket sleeve, consulting his watch for a moment. "Wanna head to mine? Neil's got the evening shift and Susan has bridge club for a few more hours - we'd be alone."
Your eyes rolled, "No offense, Bee, I don't feel like fucking right now."
"I'm not sayin' that, I'm sayin' let's go nap at mine," he chuckled, picking up your backpack that you forgot about. "We can come back to get your brothers but you know you're not gonna rest if you go home."
You gulped, sighing sadly, "Yeah, well, about that..."
"Something else happen?"
"Apparently... The school has an obligation to call the police if a student reports abuse."
"You reported your mom?"
"Not on purpose," you rushed in defense, "just that... I had to explain what Brittany said to me - so I had to admit what Ma did - or does."
Billy frowned, "Jesus."
"Yeah, so... Maybe going home isn't the smartest idea right now. I wouldn't wanna be there when they conduct their wellness check."
"You wanna stay at mine?" He offered.
"What about Neil?"
"He's a lot nicer with you around," he admitted. "Won't care too much if you stay the night. Plus Max has that club thing after school, then she's going to the arcade; so, she won't need a ride, we can just go."
"You know what? Sure, all right, I'll come to yours," you accepted, your lover boy whisking you away without a second thought. "Thank you, baby."
Your hands were stiff, and when you looked at them, noted split skin and stained blood as a reminder of your aggression... Wondering why the fuck people pushed you to these limits and acted surprised when you reacted? If they wanted a punching bag, they picked the wrong one - but you were willing to remind them.
When you got to the Hargrove residence, you were silent as the grave; stewing in your anger that rolled off you in projected waves. Billy was terribly disarmed, unsure how to properly comfort you - wondering how he would want to be comforted, realizing he'd want to be alone, not subject to anyone's bullshit advice. So, he did what he knew and after handing you a bag of frozen peas for your split knuckles, comfortably stripped and crashed in bed with the window cracked and a rolled joint between his fingers.
You rested on his bare chest, sighing deeply while watching the end of the spliff come to life in a smoldering ember. Billy took the first inhale to make sure it was lit and instantly handed it to you, his arm snug around you and the silence hanging in the air like the swirls of stale, exhaled smoke.
"I'm sorry it got to this point, pretty girl," He offered awkwardly, his other arm bending to prop under his head. Both of you stared off aimlessly, stereo filling the space dully in the background.
"Not your fault," You inhaled and held your breath, handing him the joint. He casually flicked the end in an ashtray resting on the window sill.
"No, but I could've done more."
You chuckled, smoke seeping through your lips and teeth, "Oh, yeah? How? You gonna beat up three girls?"
"Nah but I could beat the shit outta Jason."
"What good would that do?"
"If he didn't want a weekly black eye, Jason would control his sister."
"It's always about control with you, isn't it?"
"I'm just saying," he handed the joint back, lungs pinched to hold the smoke, "I could protect you."
"You already do, baby."
"Let me do more, princess."
"You can't fight every battle for me."
"You could let me try."
"You'd be fighting on two fronts," you frowned, exhaling slowly. "Can't fight for me when you're defending yourself against Neil."
"Might be easier to deal with your shit than my own," he chuckled without humor, accepting the spliff. "Look, I know you don't want me involved, but that's kinda what a boyfriend's supposed to do, right? Protect their woman?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Never had a boyfriend before?"
"Nobody was worth dating until you. Nobody could understand me the way you do so effortlessly."
"'Cause we're one and the same, baby girl. You don't have to do everything by yourself," he inhaled, handing the spliff over again, "don't always have t'be strong."
"Ain't no other choice."
"You could let me in more..."
"You're one to talk."
He sighed, smoke billowing. "You're right. Can't expect you to open up if I don't, so why don't we both try to let the other in more? Yeah, I get it, the shit we deal with ain't pretty but at least we understand each other, right? We're the best for each other to lean on."
"I don't wanna drag you into my bullshit, baby."
"I want you to drag me in, princess. I wanna help you."
You sighed, "Well, Brittany and her cronies are getting suspended and kicked off the cheer squad - they'll be looking for reason to take it out on me."
"Say the word, baby, and I'll beat Jason black-and-blue."
"You're so romantic."
"Only for you - so don't tell anyone. I got a reputation to protect."
You both snickered as the weed you indulged in took effect, lulling you two into a state of ease. Your knuckles had stopped burning, resting your injured hand under the frozen peas, reminding yourself to remain grateful in this turbulent period of life because now, you had someone on your team. Someone who wanted to help carry your baggage. Someone without alternate motives. Someone who was willing to withstand the storm in the hope of feeling the warmth of the sun again.
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Hi, have you seen the trend where the girlfriend asks of they can tie a ribbon around their boyfriends bicep? I was wondering if you could do that with Billy Hargrove.❤️🖤
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Ribbon of Affection
You're sprawled comfortably on the couch, watching Billy as he pumps iron beside you. His parents are away for the weekend, leaving the two of you alone in the house and Max away for a sleepover at El's. With Billy engrossed in his workout routine, you find yourself captivated by the rhythmic flexing of his muscles, especially those enticing biceps that seem to ripple with each movement.
The room is filled with the sound of Billy's focused breathing and the clinking of weights, but your attention remains fixed on him. His determination is admirable, but it's his physicality that truly mesmerizes you.
Unable to resist any longer, you rise from the couch, the ribbon from your hair dangling loosely in your hand. You make your way over to where Billy is, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. With a playful smile, you hold out the ribbon and ask, "Hey Billy, can I tie this around your bicep?"
Billy pauses mid-rep, his gaze shifting from the weights to you. There's a moment of surprise in his eyes, followed by a grin that lights up his face. "Sure, why not?" he replies, setting the weights down and extending his arm towards you.
You step closer, feeling a rush of excitement as you gently wrap the ribbon around his bulging bicep. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, and you can't help but admire the strength and solidity of his arm.
"This is so cute," you remark, tying the ribbon into a loose knot.
Billy chuckles, flexing his arm slightly. "Never thought I'd be accessorizing my muscles during a workout," he says, amused.
As you finish tying the ribbon, you take a step back to admire your handiwork. The ribbon adds a playful touch to Billy's already impressive physique, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him.
"Looks good on you," you say with a grin. “One might say sexy even.”
Billy's cheeks flush at your compliment, but he wears a pleased grin nonetheless. "Well, I'll take sexy any day," he replies, his tone teasing with a wink.
You laugh softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at the playful banter. It's moments like these, when the two of you are alone and free from the chaos of the outside world, that you cherish the most.
As Billy resumes his workout, you settle back onto the couch, content to watch him with a newfound appreciation. The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room and adding to the sense of intimacy between you.
With each repetition, you can see the effort and determination etched on Billy's face, and it only serves to deepen your admiration for him.
Lost in your thoughts, you hardly notice when Billy finishes his workout and joins you on the couch, his arm brushing against yours. The warmth of his presence is comforting, and you lean into him instinctively, despite his sweatiness.
"Thanks for the ribbon," Billy says softly, lighting a cigarette and taking a big puff.
You smile up at him, feeling a rush of affection for the man beside you. "Anytime," you reply, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his free hand. "I'm always here to add a little flair to your life."
Billy chuckles, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he leans in closer. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with affection.
Feeling a surge of playful energy, you rise from the couch with a mischievous grin. "How about you show me just how grateful you are?" you tease, sliding off your shirt with a playful flourish.
A flicker of excitement dances in Billy's eyes as he extinguishes his cigarette hastily, his eagerness palpable. Without missing a beat, he lunges towards you, a playful growl escaping his lips.
You squeal with delight as he scoops you up effortlessly, hoisting you over his shoulder with a playful grin. "You're in for it now," he declares, his laughter echoing through the hallway as he carries you towards the bathroom, both of you eagerly anticipating the fun that awaits.
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Hi I’m not sure if your requests are loaded with asks but could you maybe to a billy x reader where she spends a lot of time with max and he gets jealous of the attention? Thank you for your time :)
I haven’t re-read this, so I apologize if it’s bad
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Since you stepped into Billy’s life, Max saw you as a sister figure.
The first time she met you, she was very excited to finally meet the reason why she had to skateboard home every Tuesdays and Fridays. Billy had been reluctant to let her tag along when you were there. He said he didn’t want Max to rat out to his father that he was seeing someone, but you had a feeling that it was because he didn't want to mess up his ‘tough guy’ reputation and expose his soft side.
In your opinion, it was ridiculous. As if his thirteen year old sister would care if he kept his hand on your thigh while driving or that he called you ’babydoll’.
The day you met Max was on complete accident. Billy had invited you for the afternoon knowing Max would be out with her friends, but the morning blue sky turned an angry gray and rain started falling heavily, causing Max to come home early from the skatepark.
Billy had not been happy about her coming home early, but where else was she supposed to go? It was her home too. He almost kicked her out, yelling at the young girl to go to a friend’s house, but you stepped in and told Max she could stay.
After that, you and her slowly became close - much to Billy’s annoyance. She came to you for girl advice and would tell you all about the boy she liked at school - Lucas. Sometimes, you helped her put her hair into braids since her mother wasn’t great at hair and all of her friends were boys. Except El, but she didn’t know how to braid hair either.
You thought it was sweet. Her stepbrother, on the other hand, was a little jealous of all the attention and time you gave her.
‘’Are you coming here to see me, or her?’’ Billy asked, standing in Max’s doorway, interrupting a very important conversation about an upcoming school dance.
You rolled your eyes at Billy’s childish remark. ‘’Are you eighteen or five? Because right now, you remind me of a jealous five year old when someone plays with his favorite toy.’’
Max held in a laugh at your comparison, loving your smart-ass personality. If anyone could talk back to Billy like that and not get shouted at in return, it was you. Only you.
Billy scoffed. ‘’I’m not jealous. I just-’’ He shook his head, not finding anything to say, then left.
You and Max shared a look once he was out of earshot. ''He's totally jealous,'' you said at the same time.
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Tears of Regret
Billy Hargrove x reader
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Billy Hargrove's heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He had always been hot-tempered, but this time, he had let his anger consume him completely. He never meant to hurt you—his beloved, the one he was deeply in love with—but in the heat of the moment, his actions had spiraled out of control.
You had been arguing, the tension between you escalating with each word exchanged. A simple disagreement had turned into a raging storm, and Billy had lost control of his emotions. In his fury, he had lashed out, a wild swing of his arm connecting with your shoulder, causing you to stumble back in pain.
The moment he saw the look of fear and pain flash across your face, Billy's heart shattered into a million pieces. His anger evaporated instantly, replaced by a profound sense of regret and guilt. All he wanted was to take back that moment, to rewind time and prevent himself from causing you any harm. But it was too late—the damage was done.
As you flinched away from him, your eyes filled with tears, Billy's world came crashing down around him. He was deeply in love with you, and the thought of hurting you, even unintentionally, was unbearable. He had promised himself he would protect you, cherish you, and now he had failed miserably.
"Y/N," Billy's voice wavered with a mixture of sorrow and desperation. He reached out a trembling hand, desperate to bridge the growing distance between you. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I never wanted to hurt you. Please, believe me."
But you couldn't bring yourself to respond. The pain in your eyes mirrored the pain in his heart, and you took a step back, a silent plea for space and time to process the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. It felt as though your love, once so strong and vibrant, was now crumbling under the weight of your shattered trust.
Tears streamed down Billy's face, his chest heaving with sobs he couldn't control. The realization of his actions crashed upon him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in remorse. He had always struggled to express his emotions, to let others in, but with you, he had found solace—a love that made him vulnerable in ways he had never experienced before.
Now, as he witnessed the anguish etched on your face, he felt like he was losing everything he held dear. The depth of his love for you consumed him, suffocating him with the agony of his own mistakes. He knew he had to give you space, to give you time to heal, but the thought of living without you was unbearable.
"Babe, please," he whispered through choked sobs, his voice raw and broken. "I'll do anything, anything to make this right. I can't lose you. I can't."
But as you turned away, your steps filled with uncertainty, Billy knew that your love, once so vibrant, was now slipping through his fingers like sand. The anguished realization left him feeling utterly alone, drowning in a sea of regrets.
And as he stood there, watching you walk away, his heart shattered into a million more pieces, knowing that he had caused irreparable damage to the one person who meant everything to him. The tears fell freely, his anguished cries echoing in the empty space around him, as he grappled with the painful truth that he might have lost you forever.
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Touch starved Billy Hargrove ✨a concept✨
HC - TOUCH STARVED BILLY HARGROVE
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mmm not touch starved billy, love starved billy. he gets plenty of skin-on-skin. a backhand or a shove from his dad, a quick fuck in the backseat of his car, hell, why do you think he takes his shirt off to play basketball, a contact sport? he wants to feel touch, he's just never been given a kind one.
and that's where you come in :) from the very first date you're already shyly reaching for his hand, slipping your fingers between his over the vinyl table of the small diner you're eating at
you watch carefully for his reaction, and he's not really able to hide his shock, he kind of goes stiff. so you're worried you've overstepped, and you start to draw back with an awkward apology, but just before you can pull your hand away completely, he tightens his grip, and squeezes your hand, holding it in place.
“Don’t apologize.” Normally that would be said in a teasing, lighthearted tone. But instead his face is strangely intense, eyes shining under the low lights of the diner.
then it escalates from hand holding to a hug. He drops you off at your front step, and instead of just staying in the car, he walks you up. It’s a pretty cliched first kiss scene, you tell him you had a good time and he agrees with a dazzling smile. There’s a slow, heart-racing lean-in, hitched breath and an eager shine in your eyes, and then he kisses you so soft, you’re not even sure he’s there. He’s not really about special first kisses, preferring to tongue a girl behind the gym. But when your hand comes up to press gently, softly against his cheek, he knows he’s addicted to kindness, soaking it up like a sponge and letting the excess compel him to hold your waist.
he’s not handsy like he normally would be, he keeps his hands firmly planted there while you kiss. It’s soft, slow, sweet, and it feels like waking from a daydream as his pretty blue eyes flutter open to stare into yours.
“Goodnight, Billy.” You whisper, and he’s a goner.
there’s tenderness in your voice, your touch, your gaze, and he lays awake that night thinking about it. It warms him up, knowing that you’d treated him like you care. Maybe you do, maybe you dont, but the feeling is intoxicating, and he doesn’t feel as perpetually angry at the world that night
max notices a change after that. Neil shouts at him, tells him he’s good for nothing, weak, disappointing, and instead of slamming his door and blasting music, probably kicking the bed frame, he offers her a ride to the arcade.
"What?" / "A ride, dipshit, I'm going out and I'll drop you on the way."
and the most insane part, he doesn't even bitch at her in the car. she sits silently and so does he, and when she gets out, he says he'll get her at 8. no threats, no name-calling, just 'i'll pick you up at 8'.
when she gets in the car at 8:10, she's absolutely certain she'll be griped at for being late. but he backs out of the spot, and even asks her about the slap bracelet she'd won inside.
"You get that in there?'"/ "Yeah. I had enough tickets so..." / "What?"
She squints hard at his face while they're stopped at a light, and his own face scrunches in displeasure, "What is it?"
"Are you wearing chapstick?"
The light turns green, and he punches it hard, only remembering to slow down as he pulls his lips between his teeth to lick them. she doesn't ask again, but she spots a tube of it on the ground, strawberry flavored, and definitely not hers.
billy had taken you to the drive-in, and apparently it had fallen out of your pocket when you'd leaned over the center to kiss him. he brought it back to you the next day, knocking at your door and greeting your mother who surprisingly loved him. he wasn't really sure how to react to that, because no girl's mother has ever liked him before, but he's welcomed in and finds you in your room, folding laundry.
he spends the entire day with you, a saturday, just being with you. you teach him how to fold laundry your way, and he definitely teases you about the bras and underwear he finds. in retaliation you whack him with a pillow, and he pretends to be greatly injured after the attack, sprawled out over your bed with his tongue out in a cartoonish display of death
you straddle his waist, peering down at his minutely-fluttering eyelashes. you take his face in your hands, gently, sweetly, and turn it to face you, watching as his pretty blue eyes make a reappearance. he's staring at you, and he looks almost nervous, but he could easily push you off it he wanted to, and he doesn't, so you take that as a good sign.
you trace his features, fingers grazing over the tip of his nose and down through the crease of his chin, just below his lips. then beneath his eyes, along his cheekbones, and smoothing over his forehead. he watches you breathlessly the entire time, a thin layer of tears glossing over his eyes.
when you notice them you stop, nervous that you'd upset him. you ask him what's wrong, hovering over his face only inches away
"I love you." He murmurs, reaching up to cup your cheek.
it's breathless, it's passionate, and it's.. a little early. but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. he's just quicker to figure out when he loves someone 'cause he doesn't very often, so it's a new feeling that sticks out to him.
now that he's said it for the first time, watch out.
he's gonna say it 24/7, any opportunity. you hand him a chip? he leans over to bite it out of your hand and goes 'I love you'. he hands you a chip? when you reach for it he'll hold it out of your reach, wait 'till you look at him like wtf? and then say 'love you' with that shit-eating grin of his
he clings to you. his hand is always somewhere on your body, whether it be prying at your own and pulling it into his lap or laying around your shoulders, pressing your sides together
play. with. his. hair. seriously, scratch your nails through his hair, he'll purr like a kitten. brush it out right before his shower, give him a little head massage, that way you can mess up the curls and he'll just reform 'em. comb through it, braid it, put serums and products in it, anything as long as you're touching his scalp
i think he'd really appreciate forehead/cheek/nose kisses, of course he appreciates them on the lips too but it's different, casually intimate and sweet. he's addicted to kissing your cheek, he'll be walking beside you in the mall and yank you closer by where his arm is laid around your hip just to press his lips to your cheek
he kisses your forehead in bed, tugs you into his chest and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. he might not even lean back up, he might just fall asleep with his face pressed to yours
he's.. obsessed with kissing. like, your lips are constantly swollen. of course he's game for a good steamy makeout session but mostly it's just lazy, slow, soft, sweet kisses, just laying together and swapping spit and touching each other, your leg thrown over his, your foreheads bumping together, his hand on your stomach
speaking of, he'll sleep with his hand under your shirt most nights, either flat and warm against your back or your stomach. and if you ever sneak your hand up his shirt to scratch up his back, he shivers. fully body shivers.
he loves loves loves it when you hold him in your sleep, sometimes he stays awake while you drift off just to watch you get comfy and unconsciously snuggle into his warmth. The first time you do it is while you’re watching a movie on your couch and he misses the last half of the film because he’s just watching you sleep peacefully all snuggled into him
he’s not only grateful that you’re his safe space, but he’s amazed that he seems to be your own. he’s never had a safe space before, even when his mama was around Neil was too. so being with someone he loves without any fear or anxiety is very meaningful to him. It means that when you pass out on his shoulder at the drive-in or let him cart you around to parties just as long as he keeps his arm around you the entire time, he recognizes that you feel safe with him, and that means more to him than he’ll ever be able to express
it’s why he takes such good care of you, he doesn’t ever want to let you down or be someone who fails you. the movie’s too loud and you’re starting to wake? he doesn’t need to see the end of it, the two mcs probably get together. he’ll just drive quietly and slowly back home and let you snooze in the parking lot. party getting too wild? he’ll take you out into the backyard and sit on the porch swing with you, smoke a cig and blow it away from you, let your head fall onto his shoulder with his arm around your waist.
your touch grounds him. he feels safe, secure, loved, supported, happy, and content all at once when he’s touching you, even if he’s just knocking his foot into yours from under the lunch table.
Billy may get touched a lot, but not loved, so when you come into his life, a beacon of all things sweet, he’s going to bask in it, soaking up your love like a big sappy sponge and letting it heal his wounds
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Just thinking about being out with the gang and teasing Billy. Sitting on his lap, grinding on him and then him finally not able to take it and takes you to the bathroom and…
“Stop it...” Billy grumbles in your ear making you smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you reply sweetly as you shift in his lap once again, purposefully grinding across his clothed cock. You’ve been teasing him for about a half hour, his dick has been consistently growing harder and harder beneath you.
His large hand grips your waist tightly as he holds you in place, his lips come to your ear once again. “If you don’t fucking stop, then you’re gonna be in trouble, baby.” he growls, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Mmm.. how much trouble?” you giggle as you turn to face him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. His blue eyes bore into yours as a delicious smile appears on his pretty lips.
“Bathroom, now.” he snips, standing suddenly, lifting you with him.
“We’ll uh- we gotta- we’ll be right back.” Billy says to the group, giving up on trying to come up with a story. His hand is firm on your wrist as he pulls you toward the bathroom of the bowling alley.
He swings open the door, spinning you against the wall as soon as you’re inside. His lips slam to yours, a hard kiss making you moan instantly. Your fingers tangle in his curls as your tongues swirl together wildly.
He quickly pulls down his jeans and your eyes land on his cock standing erect.
Fucking hell...
He pulls your dress up to your hips, yanking your panties to the floor roughly. "You're so perfect, baby." he praises and your stomach flutters as he steps closer.
You gasp as he hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts you off the ground with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist and you can feel his hard cock resting against your warmth.
“Little slut couldn’t even wait til we got home?” he taunts and you shake your head.
“Need you, Bills.” you whimper, your pussy aching for the familiar pleasure.
He places himself at your entrance and lets go of your thighs just a bit allowing you to slide down onto his cock slowly. You feel the delicious stretch.. he's so fucking big.
“Better baby? Just needed Daddy’s cock.” he mumbles drunkenly as he slides in a few more inches.
Your mouth drops open with a whiny gasp as you feel him enter you completely. He lets out a beautiful moan as your legs tighten around his waist.
“Y-Yes Daddy.” you stutter as your hands rest on his shoulders and he begins to thrust into you, holding you up against the wall of the bathroom.
The feeling of him inside of you is overwhelming every single time. You meet his blue eyes as he continues to thrust in and out.
“So needy… such a needy little thing.” he grins and you can’t do anything but cry out as his hands grip your ass and he begins really slamming you into the wall.
"Fuck!" You cry out as he hits deep inside, so fucking deep.
"God, that pussy feels so good." Billy groans as your breasts bounce wildly with every thrust of his hips.
"Billy.. I.." your head falls back against the wall as you struggle to speak.
Moans pour from your lips as your nails dig into his back. You’re trying to keep quiet but you can't control the noises coming out of your mouth as he pounds into you.
"Harder, baby! Harder!" You beg him and he chuckles wickedly as your head falls forwards onto his shoulder. He fucks you faster and faster. Each thrust somehow reaches deeper.
He rolls his hips up into you and you cross your ankles behind his back, holding him in deep. "Mmm... fuck my pussy, baby." you whine in his ear. "I'm so fucking wet.. so wet for you, Billy." You moan loudly before you bite down on his shoulder roughly.
"Jesus, baby." he moans raspily.
Your face is buried in his neck. Your moans are getting louder and louder in his ear making him fuck you harder and harder with every fucking one. Your pussy clenches around his cock and you’re fucking soaked.
"Does that feel good, baby?" he burns in your ear as your head rests on his shoulder.
"I...y-yes.." you try but it quickly turns into a moan as he quickens his pace even more. "Billy! Don't stop.. fuck baby.. don't stop!" You squeal and he begins lifting your ass, dropping you down onto his cock faster and faster until you’re a mumbling mess.
“Gonna- Billy I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me, sweet girl.” he moans, keeping his fast pace, slamming into your drenched pussy.
Your head falls back into the wall and your fingernails dig into his shoulder as you cum all over his cock. His lips find yours, swallowing your cries as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier until he pumps you full of his cum.
He collapses into you, pressing your body completely against the wall as he buries his face in your neck.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you more.”
K byeeee
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I just read a really good Billy Hargrove x Reader shower sex scene, so sorry not sorry.... NSFW incoming ~
But imagine hearing the heavy footsteps of Billy's boots as he makes his way up the stairs after a long day at work. You're already in the shower, the glass walls opaque with steam, and you hear him kick his boots off in the bedroom across the hall and sigh because it's been such a long day.
You're facing the hellfire temperature shower spray as he opens and closes the glass door, pressing himself up against your back, hands roaming over your stomach to pull you into his chest, the water droplets sliding in little crystal beads over his golden skin, cleaning away the grime of the day with every second that passes.
He whispers in your ear, "I've been thinking about this all day long," just before he nips playfully at your neck, working his hands up to cup around your chest, his nose running along the crook of your neck, lips traveling, placing heavy, needy kisses trailing down to your shoulder.
The water snakes down the curls falling over his eyes and brushing your skin, forming little streams that wind and trickle onto your chest and all the way down your front. It's the smallest sensation, but your body feels like a live wire from the heat of Billy pressed against your back and pulling you into him with a force that almost surprises you because you can feel how much he wants to take you here, and now, and just like this.
You close your eyes and whimper ever so slightly as his teeth sink down into your shoulder and you feel him touch you there.
You feel the sting of his bite turn to a smile against your skin as he lets out a low growl and muses, "I know you were touching yourself before I got here."
He keeps working that sweet spot that sets your knees on fire and makes your head swim, and he speeds up the rhythm when you finally let out a moan.
"I can tell. You're already making a mess for me."
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Bathroom Sex
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b.h smut
pairing: billy and f!reader
genre: pure filth
summary: sex w billy in his bathroom
content & warnings: penetration, degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, billy getting too rough with you after a fight w his dad
A/N: I’m sorry, I haven’t written in for-fucking-ever but I needed to get this out of my system. Don’t judge me too harshly, I’ll get better as I start writing more often again. Plus I really feel like there needs to be more Billy posts <3
requested: no
word count: 1k +
Billy was moaning into the back of your matted hair from behind, ruthlessly running his cock in and out of your wet cunt over and over and over, with so much force you could hardly fathom how much longer the night could carry on like this.
Delicious but all together disgusting sounds were filling his quiet bathroom, skin slapping on skin along with Billy’s hands smacking your ass raw as both of your moans coated the walls, coinciding together within the small confined space.
He’s been fucking you for at least an hour straight now, but you weren’t completely sure, genuinely losing your grip on time. You’re becoming so unbelievably sore from his relentless pace but he’s not even close to being finished.
Billy was groaning out deeply every time you clenched your warm walls around his throbbing cock, all too aware of the fact that the delightful torment he was inflicting on your body was slowly wasting away your mind.
“Fucking hell (Y/N).” He gasps “Do that again, God I love when you squeeze around me like that.” You whimper weakly in response to his unfamiliar praise, your tired throat incapable of anything more.
He tisked at your piteous disposition. “Aw… you poor thing. You’re so fucking pathetic aren’t you? Baby girl can’t take her Daddy’s cock can she?” he cooed in your ear, his tone laced with contempt.
You didn’t have an ounce of strength left in your body and all you could muster out was a string of moans falling from your open mouth, saliva running down your chin.
Your knees began to buckle underneath you, your body giving out on you by the second, breaking under his cruel affliction. You knew this was going to be one of those times where he wasn’t letting up until you were crying and begging for him to stop and God knows you were nearly there.
He had already came twice and you five before him. He was a persistent fucker, you’ll give him that. But there was something seriously bothering him tonight and you could tell by the abuse currently being plagued against you.
Assuming it had to be another altercation with his father, something you’d no doubt receive an ear full of sometime later, you gathered you would be able to properly soothe his nerves once he calmed down but for now he was using you as his own personal stress reliever, in which he had a particularly bad habit of doing.
Sweat is starting to running down his tanned chest, gathering in his curls across his forehead simply unable to pull the air into his lungs at steady rhythm but at this point he’s determined to fuck you senseless… until the pain stops burning in his veins, until he’s completely and utterly numb.
Pulling the freshly lit cigarette from his wet cherry lips with his free hand, the other wrapped securely around your waste holding you up with a vice grip making sure that you wouldn’t collapse on the floor.
Billy’s lays his the cigarette into the ashtray on the marble counter next to you, careful not to let it go out. As if you couldn’t quickly enough, pulls your face as close to his as he possibly could in this position, Billy’s hot breath fanning against your face and hair.
Muttering through his harsh thrusts “Look at me when I fuck your little cunt baby. I want you to watch me ruin you.”
You couldn’t find in you to meet his dark gaze, his demeanor entirely too overbearing. I mean you could barely hold you eyes open.
You turned your head away from him, trying your best to deflect his commanding words and praying to God he would just let it go. But that wasn’t in Billy’s nature, now was it?
Billy’s head tilted to the side, raising his brow and gave you a little “Huh.” to your blatant defiance. It more of statement then a question. He nodded placing the delicate wrap of paper between his teeth but not before his hand came across face with a brutally hard smack.
“What. did. I. just. fucking. say?” He spit, driving himself as deep as he possibly could into your core. His hand squeezing around your throat “Hmm? Are going to keep being a fucking brat? Go on, keep it up. I promise you you’ll regret it sweetheart.” he bellowed, seething through clenched teeth.
His grip around your neck growing tighter with every word he spat at you. Your face was tingling due to the lack of oxygen, the color draining from your face. Flinching at the sheer volume of Billy’s voice you advised yourself it would be much smarter of you not to make this that much harder on your self, if you wanted to breath that is. Seemed like a fair trade.
“I’ll listen, Daddy I’ll listen p-please.” you choked out, reaching for your throat, panic settling in you nervous system as the air left your lungs completely and didn’t return. “Then do as you’re told.” Forcing your head forward has he ripped his hand away, thankfully, releasing his grasp from your tender throat.
You gasped in the air around you desperately, giving your best attempt to collect yourself but it was nearly impossible in you current state. Billy didn’t leave you time to recover before his hands were back on your face, pressing his fingers into your cheeks firmly, his index finger and thumb forcing your lips to jut out in ridiculous pout. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen now?”
Your eyes snapped open to meet his furious one’s. “Yes sir, I will, I will.” you pleaded your voice breaking half away through. Your emotions had finally gotten the best of you as the tears that had been pricking at your eyes and swelling in the back of your throat for the last 20 mins had finally spilled down your cheeks with a small sob.
A sickening grin crept across his mouth at watching you crumble under his dominance, his features softening some and you thought maybe, just maybe he’d ease up on you now that you were upset but he only picked up his pace inside of you causing you scream out, Billy enjoying your pain that much more.
His thrusts began slamming into you at an agonizing pace, so hard there were bruises forming along your hip bones on the frame of the counter he had you crushingly pressed against. Items scattered across the floor, crashing down around you both as you trash under him, repeatedly crying out his name the tears running down in streams from eyes further dampening your red, sweaty and hair clamped face.
Removing the cigarette from his mouth once more Billy pulled you back to him so his lips could meet your swollen ones in a feverish kiss, only for them to pull away just as quickly as they came, a string of spit following their in absence.
“That’s. my. fucking. girl.” He grunted almost at a growl with every thrust of his hips. He had you a blubbering incoherent mess, witnessing your sanity slip away from you, your body going into shock.
He snaked his hand across your ass, coming down violently across the tender flesh and leaving yet another burning mark on the once smooth skin that was now riddled with purple and red handprints, blood rising to the skin.
“O-h my- Oh my God, Bil-ly… I can’t- fuckin-g take it anymore!” You cried, sobs breaking your every other word.
Your begging ultimately worthless as it only pulled him closer to the edge, sending shivers down his spine and right to the tip of his pulsing member. Instead he pulled you up by your legs taking them under his arms, raising you up on his chest from behind and continued to fuck you deeper then you could possibly stand. You weren’t able to comprehend how but it just kept getting worse.
“Jesus Christ!” you’re fully screaming out against him, grasping onto the nape of his neck from behind for dear life. “Look at yourself sweet girl, look what I’ve done to you.” He huffed through jagged breath tossing his head toward the bathroom mirror for you to look up into.
You didn’t hesitate to listen, terrified of any other punishment that might follow if you didn’t obey him. When your eyes fell open your gaze pulling up to the mirror in front of a chill ran through making shudder at your massacred figure . It was a gruesome display, every inch of your skin painted with pinks, blues and reds. Looking completely ravaged.
You couldn’t imagine cumming again but you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you watched him drive his dick in and out of your aching pussy, your wetness running down your thighs and down to his balls.
“Just look at yourself baby, look what I’ve done to you.” Billy purred against your neck. “You’re such a good girl for me, letting me take this out on you…” he sounded as if he was worshipping you but actions said otherwise, pressing a warm kiss to the side of your burning cheek never stopping for a moment, relentlessly driving himself inside of your cunt.
“Billy please, please cum, I can’t- I just can’t. I’m begging you.” You cried, borderline hysterical.
“Yeah? Just a little longer baby. I’m almost… there. Come on, you can do it.” His voice barely above a whisper, as he continued raising you up and down on his cock viciously, followed by your screams, losing control of your body entirely, squirting all over yourself and Billy’s thighs as your body shook violently against his toned chest.
That sent him over the edge. With a loud groan he buried his head deep into the crook of your neck letting out a animalistic growl, his nails digging into your skin as his third orgasm of the night overcame him.
His own legs began to tremble from the work of it all, as he grew weak himself. Billy mumbled your name a few times, placing kisses against your hot skin, switching on you completely now that he’d worn himself out.
He slowly rode out his high sliding in and out ever so softly now, cursing each time he did. When he finally came to a halt inside you releasing his grip on your thighs, he set you down gently, letting your exhausted body sink down the wall behind you.
Resting on the cold tile of the floor a sigh surpassed your lips of pure bliss and honest relief.
A small hiss pierced the silence of the room as the faucet began to run. It took everything in you to lift your head up in search of Billy, who was running a cloth under the rushing water. He’s never really been much of one to take up in aftercare so you were a bit confused.
Billy found his place next to you soon after, “What?” he questioned you, as if he had no idea what that perplexed expression was doing on your face.
A smile ran across your face so hard your cheeks began to ache. “Oh nothing, just didn’t realize you had a soft spot there, Hargrove.” Rolling his eyes he pulled you closer to him by your forearm “Shut up.” he muttered, earning a small giggle from you.
Billy without a word, began pressing the cold rag to the nape of your neck and carefully to each one of your reddened cheeks, your eyes fluttering shut as he did so. It almost hurt as you felt your heart swell at the small act of kindness.
Once Billy was satisfied with his little task, he chucked the now lukewarm fabric into the sink behind you both but not before extending his arm out to you, inviting you to rest there. You didn’t hesitate in accepting the the rare sentiment, leaning into him, embracing the warmth of his skin against yours.
Exhaustion spread throughout your body leaving you limp against his, somehow, stable frame. You sighed in contentment, feelings as if you had achieved something.
He was finally starting to break his walls down with you. Knowing Billy wasn’t necessarily all that comfortable with the prospect of intimacy but it was in these small moments that you didn’t question it, you were certain that he loved you.
Playing with his fingers as you sat with your thoughts, you pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Billy’s hand, silently thanking him.
You adjusted yourself so you were able to see him properly, Billy seemingly blissed out. You shook your head running a hand through your hair as laughter erupted from your chest one last time.
“All I know is… we need to get you a fucking stress ball or something.”
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Heyoooo I saw that your requests are open and I'm absolutely screaming because OH MY GOD WHAT A PROMPT LIST
So may I request, “If they touch you again, I’ll break their fucking hands” + Bodyguard AU + Billy Hargrove?
I'd probably faint it you wrote this!! Thank you so so much! 😍💖🙏
All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,572
Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Praise Kink, Sir Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Jealousy, Language.
A/n: I have re-written this so many times trying to make it right, I hope you enjoy this Leyla! Thank you so much for sending this through!
Being the daughter of a powerful man wasn't the most ideal situation but it did have its perks, like getting into exclusive clubs, penthouse apartments in New York and my own sex god of a body guard, can’t complain.
“Y/n, I expect you to be there?”
I flick my eyes up from my phone, looking up at my father, his best friend Mike smirking at my confusion.
“Uhh, could you repeat that?”
My father tuts, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“My birthday party tonight, I'm hoping you'll make an appearance.”
“If I must.” I smile up at my father as he nods, ticking my name on the guest list.
“That completes the list, be there by 9pm.”
My fathers phone buzzes on the table as he excuses himself and walks out of the room. I noticed Billy standing by the door, a swift wink sent my way as I felt my cheeks heat up.
“Will you let me buy you a drink tonight?” Mike asks, his eyes looking from my cleavage to my eyes.
‘Ew’
“Let's see where the night takes us.” I stand from my seat, feeling Billy’s hand on the small of my back as he pulls my chair out for me, guiding me out of the room.
I wave goodbye to my father as Billy and I get into the private elevator, leaving my fathers penthouse.
I lean against the back wall, the cool marble refreshing against my back. Billy leans on the wall to my left, his arms crossed.
“I hate Mike.”
I smirk at his mumbled comment, humming in agreement. Billy pushes off the wall, his body standing in front of mine, towering over me. I look up at him, his hand tucking a fallen strand of hair behind my ear. Billy licks his bottom lip as my heart hammers in my chest. This isn’t the first time I’ve been this close to him. My mind quickly wanders to where I want this to lead, internally slapping myself knowing Billy won’t cross the line. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. My breathing becomes uneasy, butterflies erupting inside of me.
“He is not buying you a drink, got it?”
I bite my lip, nodding in response as Billy shakes his head.
“Tell me you understand.”
“Yes Sir.” I whisper, watching Billy’s eyes darken as the elevator tings signalling the doors open.
“Good girl.” Billy whispers guiding me out of the elevator and to the car. Billy opens my door, sliding in beside me and providing the driver with directions.
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I rummage through my closet, sorting through the outfits, trying to find something to grab Billy’s attention.“Oh.” My fingers brush against the red silk dress, “Definitely this one.” I slip out of my robe, pulling the dress up my body, backless with a halter neck, slightly showing off side boob. The dress sits against my mid thigh, the addition of my black stilettos tying the whole outfit together.
I spray myself with perfume, quickly applying clear gloss to my lips. I look over myself in the mirror hoping to drive Billy crazy.
I swing open my bedroom door, meeting Billy in the hallway, his eyes instantly roaming up my body. I smile posing slightly as Billy chuckles.
“You look great.” I compliment, noticing Billy is dressed in all black, a black button up with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, paired with black pants and shoes.
“So do you.” His fingers brush up my arm leaving goosebumps in his wake. Billy bends down slightly, our lips inches away from each other before his phone vibrates, pulling away from me. Billy sighs before answering, quickly finishing the call before looking over at me.
“Car is waiting.”
I nod, following Billy to the car, mentally slapping the driver for interrupting our moment.
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“The princess is here.” Mike beams, my father right by his side.
Billy stays close to me as I hug my father, taking a champagne glass from a nearby waiter. My father quickly dismisses me, walking through the party to greet other people.
“Drink Hargrove?” Mike asks
Billy shakes his head as Mike pouts.
“C’mon it's Silver's birthday.” I slightly cringe at my fathers nickname, watching Billy decline Mike again causing the man to shake his head.
“Well you’re boring.”
“Just doing my job.” Billy retorts.
“Pfff, please, little princess doesn’t need saving here, everyone loves y/n.” Mike smiles, his eyes wandering over me lingering on my side boob as I cross my arms. “You’re stunning.”
Billy’s jaw tightens as he moves closer to me, standing slightly in front of me. I quickly finish my champagne, needing alcohol to get through this night.
“Ah, let me buy you a drink.”
“She’s good.”
“I'm good.”
Billy and I respond at the same time, a small smirk on his lips at my response.
Mike rolls his eyes, walking away from the two of us.
“God why is he so interested in me, he’s literally my dad’s age.” I cringe.
Billy chuckles, his eyes looking at me.
“You’re stunning so I don’t blame him.”
Butterflies erupt inside of me as I blush, hiding my face by looking around the room.
“Here princess.” My whole body stiffens, my eyes widen as Mike’s arm falls around my shoulders. Within an instant Billy pulled me from Mike’s embrace and stood in front of me.
“What the fuck are you doing.” Billy spits, grabbing Mike by the collar.
Mike laughs, avoiding Billy’s gaze.
“Simply providing the princess with a refreshment.”
“After she said no?”
“You’re making a scene.” Mike spits, smiling at a few people looking at him.
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
“How much is Silver paying you to care about her?”
Billy uses his grip on Mike’s collar to throw him to the ground, the drinks he was holding splashing onto himself and the floor.
“Billy, let's go.” I grab his arm, pulling him closer to me as he looks at me, his eyes running over my body quickly for anything out of place, noticing I’m uncomfortable he nods in agreement.
“You’re a fucking idiot, do you know who you’re messing with?”
Billy sighs, turning around to Mike and bending down to his face. Billy whispers something to Mike that makes his eyes go wide before he shakes his head mumbling a ‘Yes Mr Hargrove.’
My mouth falls open in shock as Billy laces his fingers with mine, pulling me through the crowd of people. My eyes quickly scan the room for my father, seeing him with a blonde girl on his lap as she laughs at something he said. I cringe at the sight, thankful that Billy is taking me home.
“What did you say to Mike?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“But I want to know Billy, what did you say?” I pull my hand from his, standing in the lobby of my father’s hotel.
Billy tilts his head back a deep sigh leaving his lips, frustration oozing from him. He spins to face me, closing the distance between us, his body heat enveloping me as our eyes lock.
“I told him if he touches you again, I’ll break his fucking hands. No one touches you, especially that jack off.”
My heart races before my mind can process, I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to meet my lips. Our kiss is messy, lips, teeth and tongues smashing together as Billy pulls my waist against him, pulling me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his torso, his hands holding my ass as he walks us towards the waiting car.
We fumble into the car, Billy tells the driver my address before pulling me into his lap, ignoring all his typical road safety rules.
His lips fall to my neck kissing and sucking on my skin, his hands running up and down my exposed back.
“God, I crave you.” His whispered words mixed with his lips on my neck cause my panties to flood with wetness, wanting nothing more than Billy.
“Billy, I need you.”
Billy pulls away from my neck, his eyes locking with mine before flicking to the driver.
“Mind your fucking business and drive the car.”
I blush having forgotten about the driver and hide my face in his neck.
“You’re safe with me.” Billy whispers, running his fingers up and down my back.
“I know.” I whisper, kissing his neck, dragging my tongue up throat as he grips my hips. I smirk against his skin, having found his sweet spot. I suck and bite leaving my mark on him.
The car stops as Billy rushes us out of the vehicle without another word to the driver.
We barely made it to my apartment without pulling our clothes off each other. The moment the door was shut Billy was pulling my dress off. The only light filling the room is from the city below, a mix of whites, reds and blues bounce off the walls and our skin.
“You’re beautiful baby.”
My heart flutters, my fingers working on the buttons of Billy’s shirt. My fingers drag down his chest, fumbling with his belt as Billy’s hands cup my breasts, his mouth capturing my nipples, sucking on the hardened nub.
“Fuck Billy.”
“Uh uh, what do you call me baby.”
“Sir.”
Billy groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls my head back, locking his eyes with mine.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby.”
I nod as Billy chuckles, shaking his head.
“Yes sir.”
Billy smirks, kissing me softly, biting my bottom lip and pulling it away from me.
I pull Billy towards me by his belt loops, undoing his pants as I drop to my knees, my heels providing me with more height, becoming level with his cock. I look up at Billy, holding his dick in my hand, dragging my tongue from the base to the tip. His breath becomes shaky, my tongue swirls around the throbbing head, sliding my lips down his length. I feel his fingers tangle in my hair helping guide my mouth up and down his cock. I tilt my head back, taking more of his cock slipping into my throat as Billy’s moans fill the air.
“Holy fuck, yes baby.”
I moan around him, pulling his cock from my lips with a pop as I tap it against my tongue, kitten licking the tip.
“God.” Billy moans, his hands running through his hair as I smirk up at him, winking.
Billy bends down quickly pulling me up into his arms. His cock brushes against my red thong, his lips smash against mine, walking us towards the huge living room window and pushing me against it.
I gasp looking at the city below, holding onto Billy tighter, my heart racing at the thought of the only thing separating us from the world is the cold glass.
“You’re safe with me, remember baby?”
“Always.” I whisper, his smile illuminated by the city light below.
Billy softly places me down, falling to his knees and placing my leg over his shoulder. He places a soft kiss against my clothed clit; I whimper at the contact, rocking my hips forward as he pulls my thong to the side.
“You’re soaking, so needy for me.”
I moan in response, his tongue tracing my pussy lips, teasing me. He blows air on my glistening slit, his fingers slipping inside of me. My head rests against the window, my fingers tangling in his hair, his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit, dragging up and down, tracing numbers earning a gasp to fall from my lips. He curls his fingers inside of me, keeping a slow steady pace to match his tongue.
“Fuck Billy.”
Billy groans against me, lapping at my core as if he would never get the chance again, savouring every stroke. His free hand reaches up my body, cupping my boob and squeezing the skin as he sucks my clit, Billy’s fingers pressing against my g-spot.
“Right there, fuck.” My legs tremble against the glass, Billy continues his pace, my fingers pull at the strands of his hair, my hips grinding against his tongue and fingers to reach my high.
“I’m-fuck, cumming Sir.”
Billy moans against my core as I tighten around his fingers, covering them in cum.
My chest rises and falls, Billy kisses my thighs, trailing kisses up my body. His lips wrap around my nipple looking up at me.
“Please, Sir, fuck me, I need you Billy.”
Billy smirks, pulling away from my body as he runs his cock up and down my slit, the nudges against my clit causing small shocks to rush through my body. Billy holds my leg up under my knee before slipping inside of me.
I gasp at the size of him, his thick cock stretching my walls. Billy smirks at me, looking down at his cock buried inside of me.
“You were made for me baby.”
“Only you.”
Billy kisses me, his hips thrusting in and out of me slowly, building a rhythm. My mouth falls open, the sound of skin slapping skin accompanying my moans.
“Look at me baby.”
I lock eyes with Billy, my hands tangling in his hair.
“There’s my pretty girl, you take my cock so well.”
I groan in response, my pussy tightening around his cock at the praise. Billy licks his lips, his signature smirk on his face as he grabs my other leg under my knee, placing his hands on my ass, holding me off the ground.
“Fuck.” I dig my nails into his shoulders leaving marks on his skin.
The new angle allows for Billy to slip deeper inside of me, the grip on my ass helping his thrusts as he bounces me on his cock.
Billy captures my lips in his, our moans mixing as our tongues fight against each other.
“I’m close.” I whisper, pulling Billy closer to me for support as I slip my fingers between my slit, rubbing my clit.
“Fuck baby.” Billy moans, watching me play while his cock continues to slide in and out of me.
“God, don’t stop, please.”
Billy picks up his pace causing my legs to tremble around his arms. His hands grip my ass tighter, his pace slowing slightly.
“Cum for me baby, cover my cock”
My mind falls fuzzy, feeling his cock twitch inside of me, his lips fall to my neck, sucking and biting as his moans vibrate against my skin.
“I want you to fill me Sir, please.”
“God, I’m going to ruin you.”
Billy opens my legs a little more, going faster before his hips falter, cumming deep inside of me.
His head falls on my shoulder, keeping his cock inside of me, both of us catching our breath, holding each other.
Billy gently pulls out of me, letting my legs down, my heels unbalancing me slightly.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this window.”
I giggle slightly at Billy’s comment, looking over the window that is slightly fogged up, a few imprints marking the clear glass.
“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me.”
Billy smiles, cupping my face in his hands and kissing my lips softly as if I could break.
“Please stay.” I whisper, wrapping my hand around Billy’s wrists, his eyes searching mine.
“Baby, I will never leave you.”
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Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader)
Parring: Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: S M U T, smoking, cussing, spanking, daddy kink, rough sex, predator & prey reference, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m receiving) , choking, degrading talk
A/N: look at this man shdhdjfjeisiciejfuejfi my coochie is screaming he is so SEXY and i just think he would be SO rough in bed
also requests r always open for any stranger things character!
“Your joking.” Nancy looked dead into your eyes. She clearly wasn’t amused with your latest boyfriend. “Billy Hargrove, out of all people, Y/N, what the hell is wrong with you?”
You rolled your eyes at her as she placed his hands on her hips. “Don’t try to mother me Nance. I’m not Mike, it’s not gonna work.”
She scoffed. “What do you even see in him? He’s a total asshole and-“
Nancy was cut off by the screeching of tires, Billy’s Camaro pulling up to the front of your house. “Yeah, well at least I didn’t meet my boyfriend while he was watching me fuck Steve Harrington.” You seethed at her causing her to gasp.
You rolled your eyes as you opened the door climbing into Billy’s car. “If mom asks, you know nothing.” You shot her a glare as Billy’s arm snaked around your shoulder.
Nancy probably would have made some smart ass remark, but the two of you were speeding away before she could get it out.
“Hey there darling.” Billy smirked, handing you a cigarette before flickering the lighter in-front of you. You inhaled, feeling the stress of your sister vanish in an instant. “Looks like you needed one.”
“You have no idea.” You laughed, bringing the cigarette back to your lips for another deep inhale. “If its not one thing its another with her.”
It wasn’t a huge surprise to anyone when you had started seeing Billy. The two of you were different than most, rough around the edges.
Most people who met Billy thought he was an asshole, and maybe he was, but you thought differently. You could see past the rough exterior, the walls he built up in order to protect himself from this shitty world, from his shitty father.
“What you wanna do tonight?” He looked over at you, cigarette hanging from his lips as it always was. You pestered him about smoking too much, but he would just laugh and tell you that you worried too much.
You smirked, knowing you were wearing the lingerie you had bought to surprised him. The way the red lace hugged your curves was going to drive him insane.
“I think…” You trailed off, tapping your chin in faux thought. Billy rolled his eyes at you waiting for you to finish. “I think I just need some stress relief.”
Billy’s eyes widened as a wicked grin crept across his face. “My asshole dads out for the weekend and Max is at one of her little friends houses.”
“Perfect.” You smirked, hand trailing up and down his thigh as he pressed harder on the gas, wasting no time getting back to his place.
As soon as the door to the house was shut, Billy had you pinned up against it, kissing you roughly as you crumbled beneath him. His hand travelled up to your neck, squeezing the sides of it as he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.
You moaned into his mouth, sending shivers up his spine. Billy had never met anyone who had this affect on him, and he was not about to complain.
Billy’s grip on you loosened as he ripped your shirt over your head, chucking it across the living room. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, bright red bra with your tits spilling out of it. “Is that new?” He panted, grabbing a handful of your tit.
“Mhmm.” You moaned as his hand made its way into your bra, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. “Got it just for you baby.”
Billy groaned before letting you go, stepping back to get a good look at you. “Pants off.” He ordered, sinister grin plastered across his face. “I wanna see it all.”
You nodded, making quick work of unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off, letting Billy’s eyes wander across your body.
“Turn around. Give me a show darling.” Billy’s words were menacing, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You spun for him, his hand placing a hard spank on your ass before pushing you into the wall, his body pressed against yours.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Billy whispered in your ear, nibbling at the soft spot behind it. You moaned, nodding your head, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second. “I wanna hear you.” He seethed.
“Yes daddy, yes I’ll be good for you.” You sounded desperate, but you didn’t care. You loved how dominating, how rough Billy was with you.
Billy smirked, moving his weight off your back allowing you to turn around to face him. His eyes were dark and hooded, something primal about them. He looked like a predator who was about to devour his prey.
“Bedroom, now.” His voice was stern, hand spanking your ass as you turned to walk away. You could feel the handprint shape welt that was forming, and it felt amazing. “And don’t take that off till I say so.”
When Billy appeared in his bedroom doorway, he was striped down to his boxers, bottle of water in hand. He chucked it onto the bed before pulling your bodies together, smashing his lips to yours as a hand reached down to squeeze your ass.
You moaned into his lips, your hand grabbing his cock through his boxers and palming at it. His hips thrust slightly into your hand before he pulled away from you, dark eyes looking down at you.
“On your knees.” He ordered. You nodded, dropping to your knees as he freed his length from his boxers.
You hurried to grab his cock, licking the tip before letting your tongue travel to the base, loving every breathy moan that spilled from Billy’s lips.
“Alright darling.” Billy smirked, watching you lick his shaft up and down. “Thats enough teasing, be a good girl.”
Your cunt clenched around nothing at his pet name for you as he slid his cock into your mouth, deep enough to make you want to gag. Tears welled up at the side of your eyes as Billy fucked your face hard and rough.
He made the prettiest sounds when he was deep in your throat, loud moans and praises spilling from his swollen pink lips. You couldn’t help but moan as he grabbed your hair and quickened his pace.
“Fuck baby, you’re such a good girl.” He panted, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Taking all of me, making me feel so fucking good.”
You moaned, swirling your tongue around his cock as he slowed his pace, slowly pulling himself out of your mouth before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed. He crawled on top of you, pinning both your wrists above your head.
He rubbed his cock against your folds, teasing your entrance as you squirmed below him. “Fuck Billy, please.” You moaned.
Billy smirked, squeezing your wrists harder. “So desperate, let me hear you beg for me.”
“Please daddy, please fuck me!” Billy groaned at your words, bottoming out inside of you. He fucked you fast, pounding into you, making you scream the way he loved.
“This what you wanted darling?” Billy panted, letting go of your wrists only to wrap a hand around your throat. “Such a little slut.”
You nodded, feeling yourself being pushed to the edge by his degrading words. Your cunt tightened around his cock, bringing a low moan from the back of his throat.
“Fuck baby, don’t stop.” You begged, Billy smirking at the mess you turned into with him inside of you. Your moans filled the room as he kept up his pace, gently squeezing the sides of your throat as he nibbled at your neck.
“Cum for me baby.” Billy moaned, loving the feeling of you clenching around him. “I wanna feel you cum all over me like the fucking whore you are.”
His words sent you straight over the edge, your body shaking as he continued to pound into you, hips slapping against the back of your legs. A mix of incoherent babbles, moans, and Billy’s name spilt from your lips as you threw your head back with a loud moan.
His fingers squeezed tighter around your throat as you came down from your high, eyes still rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck baby, you’re so sexy. Gonna make me cum.” Billy grunted.
His thrusts became sloppier as he chased his release, hand leaving your throat to grip at the dips in your hips, slamming your body against his.
Billy’s cock twitched inside you before spilling thick ropes of cum into your cunt, slowing down as you bucked against him, riding him through his orgasm, not stopping until he flopped his weight on top of you.
You smiled, arms wrapping around him before running your fingers through his curly blonde hair. Billy placed kisses on your collar bone, pushing his head into the crook of your neck.
“I love you, (Y/N)” He mumbled, barley loud enough for you to hear him, chest still heaving. His heart pounded in his chest as your hand froze in his curls, knowing you had heard him.
“I love you too baby.” You planted a soft kiss on his forehead before letting your fingers continue though his hair, wishing you could stay in this moment forever.
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My wife is so hot 🫦
Also I’m on my knees begging for Billy smut. Just a little. Just something. A few lines of daddy 😩😩😩
My wife is hotter 💅✨
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+18 Minor DNI
unprotected p in v; rough but in a fun way
“BILLY STOP FUCKING BITING ME. JESUS,” you shout, pushing him off as he smiles at you wickedly.
“What? Thought you liked my bites,” he asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, soothing the sting with a few kisses, only to do it again. You throw back your elbow, jabbing him in his stomach, his abs making your act of aggression laughable.
“I'm trying to write, Billy. C'mon,” you whine as he wraps you up a little tighter in his arms. “Leave me alone, or I'm gonna kick your ass.”
“Woah… Wait, doll. Are we scrappin’?”He chuckles through a gravelly laugh. “You're gonna kick my ass?” He asks as he points to himself, with a taunting smile.
“Yeah… And, I’d win too,” you sass, knowing there's no way he's gonna let this go, playing into his game. You stand up from your chair chest-to-chest with Bills. “So, are you gonna do anything, Hargrove? Or, are you just gonna stand there like a bitch-” He cuts you off, lifting you over his shoulder, walking with you to the living room as you put up a fight.
He lays down on the fluffy carpet, beckoning you to straddle his lap. You sit on top of him, resting your hands on the chest of his crisp white t-shirt. “I'll even give you a headstart, princess.”
“How are you already hard?” You tease as you circle your hips on his rock-hard buldge through his grey sweats.
“I got hard when you elbowed me,” he answers with a smile, making you roll your eyes. “So, are you gonna do anything, baby doll, or are you just gonna sit there like a bi-” You cut off his words with a decent slap to the cheek, making his mouth fall open in disgust.
“That hurt,” he spits.
“And, your bites feel great,” you retort, delivering another slap, causing him to gasp playfully.
“Didn't think you had it in you, kid,” he taunts. Reaching around, smacking your ass rougher than ever, making you scream. Your hands bind around his throat, squeezing tightly, making him returna crooked smile.
He quickly rolls you to your back, your hands still firmly wrapped. The veins in his neck protruded, that same smile still slicked on his lips. He grabs your wrists, pinning them against the carpet with a bruising grip.
Billy releases his hold, sitting on top of you, giving you his full weight as you wriggle and protest. “Damn, baby. You’re kind of a pussy,” he rasps as he moves his hands up your body slowly, landing on your neck, taking his turn choking you.
You release a choked moan as he starts to grind himself into you, nudging your clit with each roll of his hips. His hands trail back down your body, rising slightly on his knees as he plays with the band of your shorts.
“Where are you goin’? Huh?” Billy shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Billy to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down.
“Billy!” You squeal, fighting away from him with minimal effort this time, hoping for this outcome all along.
“What?”He snickers. “I won. Just claiming my prize.” He groans as he clutches his hard cock in his fist, running the tip through your soaked folds.
“Prizes? Don’t remember talkin’ about that - BILLY!” You scream as he slams his thick dick deep.”
“Well you’re gettin’ this dick, baby. Maybe you’re the winner. Hmm?” He snickers at his own stupid joke as he throws his hips into you rapidly.
“Too much, Bills,” you whimper.
“You tappin’ out, princess?” He grunts. “We just got started. We gotta toughen you up a lil bit.” Billy throws you to your back, quickly ripping off his shirt. Your eyes follow the indentaitions of his abs to his deep v-lines, so distracted by his body that you gasp again when he ruts himself in again. "Fuck. You're so tight, y/n," he moans, lowly.
You can feel him stretching you out; a sharp pressure between your thighs. He continues pounding you into the floor, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lifts your t-shirt exposing your tits before giving one a slap.
“Ouch, Billy!”
“Please-” he chuckles as he sees the want in your eyes.
Billy moves his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can see. “Bet my little slut wants to watch. Don’tcha?” He teases, but he’s right. You watch as your soaked cunt swallows up his dick, hitting the right spot each time. "Fuck, y/n. Look at you taking me so well," he burns, his forehead pressed against yours. “Can’t take me in a fight but you can take my cock like a champ,” he bullies, running his tongue along his plump bottom lip.
A familiar heat builds inside you. You close your walls around him, gripping him harder. His brows knit tight. "Mmm... I love when you do that," he moans. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses as the two of you fight for air.
“You know if you cum before me, Bills, I win,” you pant against his lips, feeling him smile along yours.
“And, when has that ever happend, sweetheart?” He breathes as his fingers meet your clit, making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“You’re gonna cum. Aren’t you?” He groans. “I can tell.”
“M’not”
"Your not?” He teases as he moves his fingers quicker.
“Fuck, Billy,” you moan, arching your back as your orgasm washes over your body. Billy pushes even deeper, flooding you with his climax. His fingers dig into your hips, mucles clenching as he fucks out the last bit of his pleasure and yours.
"Fuck, baby," he groans. “I won.”
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i want a greek god!au for harringrove but instead of the traditional, dark romance between hades and persephone, i want that of ares and aphrodite.
and people would be quick to see billy as the symbol of war but can you imagine him as the goddess of love, beauty and sexuality/pleasure?
billy, whose heart takes up all of his strength— brought forth from the phallus of a cruel, tyrant of a father; a jealous and greedy being, who would sacrifice his child for his own gain.
billy, who crested beneath the moon on that faithful night, with a cowl of sea foam. who is held at birth for the first and last time, by the only mother he has ever known.
who blesses the women of cyprus with easy births and the children, with unyielding adoration. who councils young lovers and grants carnal satisfaction to the inexperienced and uncertain.
billy, whose favor is called upon at the beginning of one’s life by pain-stricken, young mothers in the early hours of the morning. his name is whispered again, at last, by those with their lives behind them; the invocation, a prayer for their loved ones on earth and their dying breath, the offering.
who, in return, is adored by the people of cyprus because why wouldn’t they be reverent at the sight of him?
with his golden mane of sun-bleached curls and eyes, the color of pafos’ waters. billy, who stands tall and firm and strong; a pillar for them to lean on.
who is quick to offend but easy to please. a sometimes ill-tempered, little thing. a jealous thing, who craves the feeling of being wanted and the intimacy, of being understood.
their fickle dove,
their valiant protector,
their god,
billy;
the revered.
and then, steve? as ares? my god.
this pillar of unbridled strength and faith within war—the spirit and essence of battle. stubborn and firm but so very just and passionate. he is brushed off as being cowardly and yet still, is the first to be called upon in moments of panic.
the god of kings and rulers and conquerors.
an untamable creature who has been bred for nothing but war and yet, does not fight the way that he falls; does nothing to soften the blow of love and has no armor strong enough to protect his heart in the face of it.
and like sex and war, love and hate, the blood spilled by virgins and enemies— the lines between steve and billy blur and meld. it’s hard to discern just where one ends and the other begins. they are one being, one entity; different sides of the same coin.
plato would later say that mankind was crafted in their likeness; four arms, four legs and a head with two faces.
born to be,
fated from the beginning of time
the violence of billy’s love destined to be matched only by the tenderness of steve’s violence.
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I LOVE YOUR WORK DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO THIS ITS JUST BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN-Idk what the weather in your area is like- but I live in the Midwest and I imagine the first time Billy and reader are hanging out and the tornado sirens go off and he low key freaks out. Reader is unphased and standing on the porch calmly because reader is used to this and they are probably fine but Billy? He is scared shitless and confused why reader isn’t freaking out?! Billy would say “why are you standing on the porch!? Are you out of your fucking mind the sirens are going off we need to get downstairs! Oh my gosh this town is fucking crazy! Standing on the porch during storms” and maybe the roles are reversed when he eventually takes reader to California and she freaks out over an earth quake and he is unphased this time
I actually live in Indiana so I'm fully aware of that kind of weather (we actually had some tornados a couple weeks ago). Hope you like this, it was fun to write!
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Weathering The Storm
You and Billy are hanging out on the steps at his place in Hawkins when suddenly the wail of tornado sirens pierces the air. You barely bat an eyelash, accustomed to the erratic weather patterns of this town. But Billy? He's practically jumping out of his skin.
"What the hell?" Billy's voice cracks with fear. "Why are you just standing there? We need to get down to the basement, now!"
You remain calm, unperturbed by the blaring sirens. "Relax, Billy," you say, your voice steady. "This happens all the time around here. We're fine on the porch. The wind is barely picking up.” You pass him the shared cigarette but he doesn’t take it.
Billy isn't convinced. He starts pacing back and forth, his eyes wide with panic. "This town is insane," he mutters under his breath. "Standing out here like nothing's wrong."
You watch as he frantically gestures towards the door, urging you to seek shelter. It's clear he's not used to the unpredictability of Hawkins.
You can feel the tension radiating off Billy as he paces, his agitation palpable. You take a drag from the cigarette, the cherry glowing faintly in the dim light. "Seriously, Billy," you try to reassure him, "it's not as bad as it sounds. We've been through worse storms than this."
But Billy's nerves are frayed, his gaze darting nervously towards the sky. "I don't care," he snaps, his voice edged with panic. "I'm not risking it. We need to get to a safe place."
You sigh, knowing there's no reasoning with him when he's like this. Reluctantly, you stub out the cigarette and follow him inside, the sound of the sirens still echoing in the distance.
As you descend into the basement, Billy's fear subsides slightly but are replaced by a tense sort of resolve. You find a corner to hunker down in, surrounded by shelves of old junk and dust-covered boxes.
The minutes tick by slowly, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder. Eventually, the sirens fall silent, signaling that the danger has passed. You glance over at Billy, who looks visibly relieved but still on edge.
"See?" you say, trying to lighten the mood. "Nothing to worry about."
But Billy doesn't respond, his gaze fixed on something in the corner of the room. You follow his line of sight and freeze as you see it—a small, makeshift shelter, stocked with supplies and blankets. It's clear that Billy's fear isn't just a result of the storm—it's something deeper, something rooted in his past.
You reach out a hand to comfort him, but he pulls away, his expression unreadable. And as the storm rages on outside, you can't help but wonder what other demons lurk beneath the surface of Hawkins—and within the heart of Billy Hargrove.
Fast forward to a year later. You find yourselves in California, and suddenly the ground beneath you begins to tremble. Panic sets in as you realize it's an earthquake. You grab onto Billy, your heart racing.
"Shit," you exclaim, your voice trembling. "What do we do?!"
But Billy remains surprisingly calm, his expression unchanged. "Relax," he says, steadying you with a reassuring hand. "It's just an earthquake. We're safe here."
You can't help but feel a pang of irony as the roles reverse. Now it's you who's freaking out while Billy remains unfazed, a stark contrast to the events back in Hawkins.
You cling to Billy's arm, your heart pounding in your chest as the ground continues to shake beneath you. Everything around you rattles and sways, and for a moment, you feel completely helpless.
"Are you sure?" you ask, your voice quivering. "What if it gets worse?"
But Billy's calm demeanor remains steadfast. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around you protectively. "Trust me," he says, his voice steady. "We'll be okay. Just stay close to me."
Reluctantly, you nod, trying to steady your breathing as the tremors gradually subside. As the initial panic begins to fade, you realize just how different this experience is from the storms back in Hawkins. There's a sense of inevitability to earthquakes, a reminder of the raw power of nature that no amount of preparation can fully mitigate.
Once the shaking finally stops, you release a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering unease. Billy pulls you into a tight embrace, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos.
"Thanks," you murmur, grateful for his calm reassurance.
Billy gives you a small smile, his eyes soft with understanding. "Anytime," he says, his voice warm. "We'll always get through these things together." He pecks your lips affectionately.
And as you stand there, surrounded by the aftermath of the earthquake, you realize that while the roles may have reversed, your bond with Billy remains as steady as ever—a source of strength in the face of whatever challenges lie ahead.
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an idea : could you write abt billy fucking you on the hood of his camaro. i cant think of a situation but i imagine it at night after some sort of jealousy simulated argument outside his car and he says ‘don’t think i won’t just fuck u dumb in the backseat of my fuckin car rn’ and then ‘fuck it id bend u over on the hood right here if you don’t…’ thanks :D
A/N: When I think of a car hood, I think of Lana Del Rey in Born to Die music video. Sorry I didn’t follow everything, but this is my first try at Billy
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You and Billy left the house party with slamming doors and screeching tires, all the while screaming at each other.
‘’I saw you! You were flirting with Louise,’’ you said, seething.
Cigarette between his lips, Billy took a left to pull out of the neighborhood. ‘’Louise? Who the fuck is Louise?’’
‘’The blonde you were about to shove your tongue in her mouth right before I walked in. Does that ring a bell?’’
‘’Oh! That cow?’’ Billy shook his head, laughing. ‘’I never intended to put my tongue anywhere near her. I flirted with her just to rile you up, to make you jealous. You know how you get when you’re jealous, the sex is so much better.’’
So he had plotted this to have better sex? You didn’t know if you should be impressed, laugh or keep being angry.
‘’You’re infuriating.’’
‘’You really thought I would fuck her?’’ He scoffed, then swiped his tongues over his lips, his blue eyes looking right at you. ‘’All I've been thinking about since you showed up in that dress is fucking you dumb in the backseat of my fucking car.’’
Billy’s hand traveled up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your short dress. He pressed down on the gas, your eyes flicking to the speedometer and watching the number get higher and higher on the dashboard. You should be scared of the speed, but you liked it. You loved it.
You parted your legs a bit, just to tease him, but the car hit a pothole, making you bounce in your seat and causing Billy’s hand to slip further down, his fingertips touching your underwear.
A surprised squeal came out of your mouth.
‘’Already wet for me? Damn, babygirl.’’ Billy smiled smugly, knowing the rumble of his Camaro gets you wet.
The trees were flying fast outside your window, but all you could focus on was Billy’s hand between your legs, stroking you over your panties while driving. You thought of parting your legs further, of allowing him to finger you, but you got another idea.
You removed Billy’s hand, making him tear his eyes off the road. He was about to protest or tell you off for doing that, but you slipped your hand under your dress, shuffled on your seat until you got a grip of what you wanted, and peeled off your panties, dragging them down your legs and off. You threw them in the backseat, making Billy groan. The thought of you in his passenger seat, legs slightly spread without anything under made his pants grow very very tight.
You smiled devilishly. Billy liked his girls insane - unhinged.
The window on the driver side was slightly down to let the cigarette smoke out, creating a small breeze in the car. Pushing your teasing to the max, you parted your legs again, allowing the chill air to hit your bare pussy.
A sweet little moan escaped your lips, and Billy's hand clenched on the steering wheel. You were probably dripping on his seat, but he couldn't care less. If he weren't driving, he'd lick it up.
‘’Fuck, I'm gonna stop the car and bend you over on the hood right here if you don’t stop that shit-’’
‘’Do it.’’
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Thank you! If you don’t like this idea I can always give another one🤠 pls ignore it if u don’t like it
giving dom Billys huge cock a handjob. You’re sleeping and hear him moaning in your ear, wanting attention. You both sit up from the bed and you ask him to be the little spoon, he reluctantly agrees since he wants relief. You give him a handjob from behind but, Eddies sleeping in the other room so he moans loud just enough for you to hear knowing how much it turns you on. But, in the end he cums so much with the loudest moan ever. You immediately cover his mouth in fear, turning him on so much as he’s the dom that his cum keeps going all over his stomach.
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Since you've been dating Billy, you've become a heavy sleeper. He's not himself, or he didn't used to be, so your entire night was spent tossing and turning while he did the same. Eventually, when you got your own place and Billy no longer had to worry about Neil storming in, he slept through the night. As did you, and now you're able to get a full eight hours without getting elbowed or kicked or rolled on.
Apparently, you're not immune to grinding, though. Perhaps it's a combination of both the soft sunlight spilling through your curtains, pricking at your eyelashes, and Billy's arm over your stomach that wakes you, but when your eyes blink hazily open, lashes grating against your pillowcase, you feel his stiff hips against your backside.
"Billy," You groan, smashing your face into your pillow and flattening your nose, "Not now. M'tired."
"But- mmm," He moans, nose butting against the back of your ear. His breath is hot against your skin there, and he lets out a shaky exhale, rutting his hips against your ass once more.
"Come on," He rasps, teeth sliding against your soft earlobe ever-so-slightly, sending a zing of electricity down your spine, "Just a quickie, babe. You don't even have to do anything, I'll just be in and out."
You don't doubt that it would be quick. You can feel Billy's dick pressing hard and stiff into your ass, and you'd bet money that he's already oozing pre.
Still, you're not sure you're ready for that much this early in the morning. Your hand twitches where it's buried under the blankets and you clench your fist, warming up your fingers and turning in Billy's grasp.
There's not nearly as much friction for Billy to rut into now, but he takes it as an invitation. He rolls over top of you, grinding his hips down into your cunt, and it feels good, but you're still not eager to get too messy.
"Slow down," You laugh weakly, voice bleary and muddled with sleep, "Roll over, big guy."
"Hm?" Billy hums, lips already sucking against your jaw like a leech, "Whaddya mean?"
"Roll over," You repeat, snaking a hand under his side to push against his torso. He's not awake enough yet to react in time, and he slides off of you with an unceremonious thump.
"Babe," He groans, assuming you're denying him once more, "Come on, please? I know you're tired, but you don't even have to move."
"I don't want your dick in me this early!" You huff out a laugh, "Just turn over, Billy. I'll jerk you off."
His eyes light up and his teeth make their first visual appearance of the day in a lazy grin. He reaches for his boxers, fumbling to get them off quick, "Thanks, babe. 'Don't even need to turn, you can just do it here."
"Mm-mm," You shake your head, holding your hand by his bulge, "This is killer on the wrist. Just turn over, Billy, what, are you afraid of being little spoon?"
You've hit the nail on the head. Billy doesn't like turning his back to the door. You shudder to think of why, late nights spend staring at the door praying no one came through to hit him, back never fully turned in case of an attack. But you're offering a high reward for the risk he's taking; sex if he fights his fear.
"You can trust me," You urge, after seeing his eyes narrow slightly in contemplation. Logically, he knows he's safe with you. But old habits die hard, and he abhors the thought of facing away from the door. When you kiss his shoulder, the tan skin practically calling your name from right by your face, he relents, tension ebbing away.
"Fine," He grumbles, but you know he's just grumpy for show. He turns, and you're sure it feels odd to be laying on that hip, since he's always positioned differently.
It's like the second he's let his guard down, something has to prod it back up. You're mid-kiss to BIlly's toned back, lips molding to the curves and bulges of his muscles, when something moves in another room. You both stiffen, but Billy's turned over in a second, wide eyes staring at the door. You take a moment, think about whether you've left any precariously balanced items lying around, then-
"Eddie," You groan, and Billy heaves a sigh.
Eddie's on tour with his band, and on their SoCal stop, you'd invited him to stay a few nights. He's been happy to get a night in a room to himself, and his bandmates had been happy to have one less sweaty man around all the time. They love each other, of course, but touring is hard.
"S'just Eddie," You reaffirm, stroking a hand down Billy's chest now that he's facing you once more, "It's okay. 'Sounds like he just rolled over. Wanna keep going? We can be quiet."
Billy nods warily; he knows there's no danger, he knows that even if Eddie hears you, the door's locked and he's not gonna come barging in, but he's still spooked, adrenaline lingering in his system.
He turns back over in bed, muscles tense once again as you press your face to his back. Slowly but surely, kiss by kiss, he mellows out, until you've pecked every available inch of his back and he's squirming in place.
"Babe," He breathes, voice gruff and heavy, "C'mon. 'Don't got all day, Eddie's gonna wake up soon."
"He sleeps 'till noon," You snort, pressing one last kiss to the space between Billy's shoulder blades, "You ready, baby?"
"Yeah," He pants, feeling your hand creep up his hip towards his achingly hard bulge, "Ah, fuck- babe, hurry up."
You finally stop teasing, and your hand cups Billy's clothed cock. He bucks into your hands immediately, nearly splitting his lip with how hard he bites it to keep himself quiet.
"Oh fuck," He grunts, keeping his voice just low enough so that Eddie can't hear, "Babe- ngh, yeah, just- just like that."
You give his bulge an affectionate squeeze, one that has Billy's face turning as he buries it in his pillow. It's the only way he's able to muffle his moans, and you carefully tug down the waistband of his boxers to let his cock spring free.
It's big, you know it is, but when you hear the smack as it bounces up to hit his stomach, your mouth waters. You can't wait to get your hands on it, so you don't. Your teeth grate against a bulge of muscle in Billy's back and you reach for the base of his cock, lifting your thumb to run through his tip and collect a smear of precum.
He hisses at the contact, and you're pleased to find that he's already leaked enough to coat half of his dick in slick, sticky pre. It makes your job easier, and you smear the portion that you'd collected over your palm to wrap it again around his base.
Pleasure courses through Billy's veins, hot and biting, as you stroke him. He's panting into his pillow, his hips tense as you pump your fist over his cock, and the higher up your hand travels on every jerk, the more the muscles in his stomach tighten.
When you run the length of your palm all the way up his sex, enough to close it off around the tip and squeeze ever-so-slightly, he lets out a muffled cry. It really sounds like a sob, and you kiss into his back again as an apology. He's extra sensitive in the mornings, you know that, and you've been teasing him thus far; it's no wonder he's almost ready to cum.
"Go on, Billy," You hum into his back, hand pumping steadily up and down his length, "You wanna cum, baby? Cum."
He lets out a guttural groan at your words, and you know he's closer than ever. He's bucking his hips into your palm now, ramming his cock through your fist as if you're not going fast enough. On the upstroke, his balls are hitting your fist, your pinky plunging against the heated skin as he thrusts into your grip.
"Come on," You urge, tongue snaking out to lick a fat, wet stripe up Billy's back as your other hand reaches out from under him and around his front, massaging gently at his balls, "Cum, Billy, cum on my hand."
That's what does it. He's marking you, when he rides your fist to completion and plunges the tip of his cock into the center of your palm, splattering it with white, sticky cum; it's a brand. He's painting your skin, and when his orgasm rips through him, a moan tears his throat apart.
It's loud, and without thinking, you cover his face with your palm. Of course, it's one that's covered in a tacky layer of his seed, and his eyes widen as his release is suddenly against his mouth.
He's not used to you taking control. Something about your palm flattening over his mouth, muffling his moan and shutting him up only makes him cum more, and with your hand out of the way, his stomach is the next target. His cock is still so hard, so stiff, that he splatters his torso, but neither of you can worry about cleanup now.
He's good at improvisation. His tongue darts out to press flat to your palm, licking his cum off of your skin. He's a good kisser, you should have known he'd be excellent no matter where he put his tongue, but the warm muscle snakes between your fingers and something under your belly stutters its approval.
Once his cum is cleared away, and all that covers your hand is a thin layer of spit, he turns. His cock is still out, half-hard because no matter how old he is, you think he'll always have the stamina of a horny teenage boy. He goes straight for your mouth, licking into it with a tongue tasting of his own seed.
Your morning breath is no match for Billy, and he's got the inside of your mouth painted with the taste of his cum in no time. He's a sloppy kisser, especially in the mornings, and each time his tongue slides against yours, that feeling below your stomach grows.
He's on top of you before you can process his movements, hands pawing eagerly, desperately against the hem of your pajama pants. He's mewling into your mouth like a man starved, grunting and groaning as he licks your tongue sloppy. He's a nanosecond away from tearing the fabric of your pajamas thread by thread to jam his stiff dick into your cunt, when you hear feet crossing the floor from your spare room to the hallway bathroom. You both freeze, and Billy reluctantly pulls away from your mouth to stare at the door.
You hear a loud, stuffy cough, and some of the arousal fades from your core. Then Eddie blows his nose, murmuring an, 'oh, god.' at whatever he'd managed to produce. Billy turns to you with a wrinkled nose, a grimace clear on his face as he slides off of you.
He's not hard anymore.
"Gross," You whisper, your sticky hand feeling a lot less sexy now. You're officially turned off, and you lay your head against Billy's shoulder while you wait for Eddie to get out of the bathroom.
Finally, his feet move again, and you wonder if you'll be able to get yourselves going again. Then there's a fist pounding against your door, and Billy's hand tightens around your waist.
"You guys are animals!" Eddie shouts through the wood, "Your bed is literally a foot away from mine! These walls are thin!"
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